"Hello? John? Are you here? Hello?" Elizabeth found it odd that the bedroom door was left unlocked. The instructions in John's email were specific.
'Use your key to let yourself in. You will blindfold yourself and strip naked, in that order. Leave your heels on. Once you are naked, you are to be on all fours, your forehead on the floor. Your cunt should be facing the door so that it is the first thing I see when I enter.'
Without giving it another thought, Elizabeth dropped her overnight bag on John's bed and sat down beside it. She opened the bag and pulled out her black silk scarf. She drew the folded scarf around her eyes and fastened it tightly behind her head. Robbed of her sight, her other senses heightened immediately. Her breathing deepened as she began to unbutton her blouse and contemplate the lustful evening that was about to unfold. The arousal had started to build. What did John have in store for her tonight? She draped her blouse neatly on the bed beside her. Reaching around her back, she unzipped her skirt, stood up and let it fall to the floor. She cleverly scooped up the skirt with her foot, folded it and placed it with the blouse. Elizabeth was never to wear panties or a bra unless told to do so.
Now completely naked, except for her blind fold and heels, she got down on hands and knees and crawled across the floor to position herself in the centre of the door; her slightly moistened cunt was front and centre. She made one final adjustment to her blindfold, ensured her legs were spread wide enough apart to John's liking, and then laid her head down on the floor and waited. In this ultimate submissive position, her most private and intimate parts were totally exposed to anyone coming through the bedroom door. That thought, together with her mind's eye of what was about to transpire this evening was incredibly stimulating. John gave no indication of what time he would be arriving, just that she should be ready by 7:00 p.m.. And of course, she was exactly where he wanted her to be.
Unsure of how much time had passed, she guessed it was maybe ten minutes, she heard a car pull up in the driveway. She heard his footsteps getting closer as he left the car and made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. He's here. A blast of excitement shot straight to her belly. The butterfly sensations in her stomach intensified. The anticipation was bordering on unbearable. She sensed every tiny hair on her body coming to life through gooseflesh. Elizabeth heard the creaking of the bedroom door as the sound of footsteps entered the room.
The bedroom door opened. There wasn't any greeting. Elizabeth would not dare remove the blindfold or speak without being spoken to. She remained exactly as she was. She heard John throw his suit jacket over the wingback chair, and other rustling, and still no greeting. His scent had put her at ease. It was John. Without being able to see, she knew that it was him.
She heard him move toward what was once his walk- in closet. He spent the last two years transforming the large space into a mini dungeon. Once inside, she heard the roller mechanism of the drawers opening and closing and then nothing, except the decent of his zipper and his clothes hitting the floor.
The lubricant was cold when it hit her tight ass opening. The hands that massaged the oil on her delicate hole were very warm, very strong. Not a word was said as he guided the head of his hard cock into her ass. The pressure there had her pussy creaming. Inch by inch he pushed inside. He wanted her to feel all of him gradually enter her rear.
"Oh, you're so fucking tight, Baby." His words, the things he said to her, so illicit, so explicit: she loved how it aroused her.
" I love taking you in the ass," he said as he picked up his rhythm. He thought about coming home to this all day.
"Ugh: ugh: ugh: ugh," he moaned aloud with each thrust into her.
He watched his cock disappear inside of her. The grip on her hips tightened, his cock shoved into her ass harder and faster, she knew he was going to come.
"Ah, yeah: oh yeah, Baby, I'm gonna blow in your ass," he grunted through deep breaths.
"Ugh! Oh! Oh fuck yeah! ," he shouted as he came into Elizabeth's ass.
John enjoyed being vocal. He said that it enhanced his orgasm similar to a martial artist using their vocals to strengthen their blows. He especially loved when Elizabeth tried to remain quiet. It made him feel like the Master and that Elizabeth was his slave.
Milking all of his sperm out of his deflating cock, he slowly pulled himself out. With his hands on her ass and thumbs spreading her cheeks, keeping her hole open, he watched as his cream dripped out of her and slowly ran down her cunt. He smeared and rubbed it all over her pussy.
"Oh, that's so hot, Elizabeth. Look at you. You look so fucking beautiful like this."
Elizabeth could hardly contain herself. He made her so fucking horny, as if she were an animal in heat; as if no amount of fucking would satisfy her sexual hunger. She loved the way he made her feel; beautiful, sexual and uninhibited.
"Shower," he commanded as he leaned over and removed the blindfold, placing a kiss atop her head.
She knew better than to make him wait and immediately proceeded to the en suite bathroom and started the water. John came up behind her and spun her around. Looking her up and down, he drank in the sight of her naked body. He kissed her softly on her lips.
"I love the way you look after I just fucked you. I like your hair long and curled the way you have it so don't get it wet. Join me when you're finished pinning it up," he said to her as he disappeared behind the shower curtain.
After their shower, John threw on a pair of navy pajama bottoms. Elizabeth toweled herself dry, and stole a glance at her lover. At forty-two, his abs weren't what they used to be but, still defined nonetheless. His pectorals bulged off his chest in perfect formation, and made an excellent back drop for his very sexy, pierced nipples. His tats were tastefully done decorating his twenty inch biceps and shoulders. His stature alone exuded dominance and power.
Professionally, John owned his own manufacturing company and arrived at work in a suit every day. Naked, he looked like a UFC contender; well built and intimidating. He wore his hair short, yet stylish and would occasionally have highlights done at the salon. He sported a neatly groomed goatee on a gorgeous, blue-eyed face. To look at him, especially naked, would make any pussy drool.
Elizabeth was tall at five feet, eight inches. Although she had never seen the inside of a gym, she was physically fit largely due to the grueling labour of her landscaping business. Her chestnut brown hair fell just below her shoulders and her eyes were dark to match. A lovely woman; intelligent and very passionate. She was strong and dominant in her professional life, but here with John, she was his; to be controlled and dominated by him, to feel pleasure that only he could provide.
Just knowing she would do whatever he wanted excited him. Knowing he could punish her and discipline her without her being bound got him hard. However, he also knew that being restrained was one of the many things that excited Elizabeth. Often he would just bind her wrists, or just her ankles or sometimes one of each. He wasn't quite sure what their session was going to entail this evening. What he did know, was that he had a horny little bitch, whose pussy was dripping wet with need, and ready for his undivided attention.
John's mini dungeon, or playroom as he liked to call it, was full of make shift and home made equipment. In his line of work, he was easily inspired, had access to materials and the know how of building an apparatus that would custom fit his needs and would be safe to use. He converted a barber's chair, complete with stirrups, tie downs and propping pillows, into the ultimate fucking chair. There were eye bolts at various locations around the room drilled securely into support beams or wall studs. He constructed his own spanking bench and added padding and vinyl so he could fuck the shit out of her on it. There were various straps, chains and other materials for suspension play and one of his favourite pieces of equipment was his slightly modified inversion table. The inspiration came from trying to hold her cunt at his mouth with the tops of her thighs resting on his shoulders while she sucked him off. Although he could still do it, he much preferred his table doing all the work.
John and Elizabeth's relationship was unique. They had decided early on that nobody and nothing was going to dictate the rules of their D/s relationship. John was naturally dominant and Elizabeth, although not naturally submissive, responded to John slavishly. He wasn't her master, nor she, his slave and he certainly didn't like being called 'Sir'. However, he did have all the control and all the power. He also had Elizabeth's trust and respect and most important, her love and he reciprocated those to her as well.
Naked and dried off, Elizabeth was going to put her heels back on. She knew John loved her in a pair of heels. "Leave them off," he instructed on his way into the playroom.
"Come here, Baby, Johnny wants to play with you tonight," he called out to her, in a corny game show host fashion. She smirked and made her way in to join him.
"Wrists," he demanded.
She held out her arms, bent at the elbow while he attached a pair of padded leather restraints. She watched as he buckled them snugly and clasped them together. He attached her bound wrists to the chain hanging from the centre of the ceiling. The length of chain was set so that she would have to be on her tip toes.
"You can enjoy this aloud if you wish," he assured her, and began his deviant punishment upon her.
He placed his hands on her breasts, feeling how plump and full they were. He admired how well she could mask the fact that she didn't wear a bra with her thirty-eight C's. Pinching each of her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, gently at first, quickly increasing the pressure, resounded a tiny gasp from her lips, and earned her a kiss. Then suddenly, he pinched them so hard she cried out in pain, and that earned her the flat of his hand coming down hard on her bare ass.
He turned her around to inspect the redness on her behind. Pleased with the results, he fetched a pair of nipple clamps hanging on the wall, and his wooden spatula. Pulling her nipple out while squeezing down hard he attached one clamp and let its mate hang from the chain that secured them together. Standing behind her, slightly to her left, he raised her left leg with his left hand and spanked her pussy with his spatula. Elizabeth breathed in deeply at the pleasure and pain of it; then another smack between her legs, and another. She could feel the heat from the stinging blows, the swelling from being ultimately aroused, this was delicious torture.
