I remembered the morning's events quite accurately. You stormed into my room, waking me up at an early hour. I was still groggy and incoherent as you handed me a package. Per your request, I dressed in the contents of the package. Looking myself over in the mirror, I was a sight to behold. The dark red lace with the black lining of the very erotic lingerie set complimented my skin tone nicely. The cups of the bra formed to my oversized breasts in a way that would have made any man drool; and the high cut bottoms did their job accenting on my curved hips. Little matching bows put the finishing touches on the set, but of course, I had a few of my own things to add. After skipping over to the closet, I pulled out a pair of thigh high fishnets that I knew you would love. The next thing to be pulled out was a pair of beautiful, calf high, leather boots, complete with full frontal laces and a zipper in the back.
Another few moments or so and I was ready. Again, I gave myself another once over in the mirror, ensuring that I was nothing less of perfection before presenting myself to you. Quickly then, I trotted down the stairs to meet you in the office. Much like most family homes, the study was turned into a place for business. Unlike the others, though, our study was created into a Doctor's Office to satisfy that part of your sexual fetishes. It was not the first time I would be summoned to this room but that did not mean I could predict what would be asked of me that day.
In the doorway, I fell to my knees, letting them hit the cold tiled floor. Spreading them apart and keeping my hands on my thighs, I tucked my head a bit, but let my eyes wander. They were looking for you. It only took a split second, but my eyes fell upon your masculine figure and a small smile crept across my full lips.
"Good morning, Sir," I whispered softly, but still held a vote of confidence in my radiating voice. You would only have replied with a nod, before walking over to me. As if inspecting me, you circled my kneeling form. Despite my worries of disproval, I kneeled perfectly still, giving you a statue for your eyes to roam over. After a moment or so, I felt your hand run over my hair, giving me a little pet.
"Lovely, kitten," you exclaimed to me in a soft speech. "Hop up," was all you had to say before I stood up in one graceful move and laid myself on the examiner's table. I spread my legs out and apart, then my hands. It was then that you pulled out the new leather cuffs and took the time to restrain me securely. I tried my hardest not to let myself move too much, but I was a wiggler. That was no problem, though. You knew exactly the right moves to make sure I stayed still long enough for you to get the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.
When that was finished, you looked down at me with a small lustful hint to your eyes. "Good girl. Now, I'll see you after work," and with that, you turned on a heel and stalked out. I was confused, dumbfounded even. I had forgotten it was a work day for you and was under the impression I would be played with right then and there.
The soft pitter patter of light rain fall on the roof was the only sound that reached my ears in the silent room. After the first hour or so, my perception of time had been distorted. How long had I been tied to that table top? Every so often I would pull at the restraints; my wrists and ankles buried deep into the leather padding of the cuffs that held them to the cold examiner's table I was strapped too.
Eventually, I got bored with myself and at some point, I fell asleep with the lulling pattern of the rain. Not long after, I was stirred awake by the front door opening and closing. It was you, I was sure of it; the familiar sound of your footsteps confirmed that. I strained my neck to glance towards the office doors, waiting for you to appear through them. As if on cue, the doors opened and there you stood, slightly damp from the outside precipitation. I could already feel the area between my supple thighs heat up in anticipation.
Like a good girl, I opened my mouth to speak. "Welcome home, Sir. I hope your day at work went well," my voice was a bit timid, being strapped to a table all day, but I forced it to sound strong and smooth. As I spoke, you moved over to my side. Your eyes were still on my restrained form and I could notice the swelling desire conveyed in your look.
"It was decent, 'spanx' kitten," a little smirk crossed your lips at that moment and I knew I was in for either a delicious treat, or a painful night, but probably a little bit of both. Without much warning, your hand slipped down to my body as you ran your finger tips across my warmed skin. I had been craving your touch all morning and just this little attention made my nerves jump to attention. Little shivers followed each touch, telling me that only more were to follow. Staying silent, I wriggled against the table. I was always surprised that the smallest of touches provoked such a reaction from me. Looking up to you with wide, lust-filled eyes, I waited. If I did my calculations right, today was not a day for soft little touches and romantic endeavors. No, I was ready for the rawest of moments, for no warnings, no mercy. As if you could read my mind, your hand traveled to the bra I wore. You had your time to admire it that morning and wasted none now in ripping it off my body; it was easy with the weak material and your strong hands. As usual, this deserved a squeak of sorts from my broad range of sound effects, but that was no complaint for me. One of my favorite things to do was watch your expression as my very ample breasts bounced free from confinement. Today, was no disappointment. Your eyes seem to narrow some, taking the light bounce of my mounds. The lust and the desire intensified and I didn't have to wait long before you attacked them. Leaning over, your warm lips wrapped around my hardening nipple and sucked in. I could feel your teeth emerge, taking matters into your own hands. Without much thought or hesitation, I arched my back against the table and presented my breasts more. Little moans escape my full lips as you stimulated one of my most sensitive nerve bundles.
Your hand traveled over to my free breast and fondled the little bud there. My wrists pulled against the cuffs in attempts to raise my hands and hold your head to my chest. I was there for your pleasure, for you to do as you wished too, and that meant not much moving on my part. For now at least.
I shivered again, feeling your other hand start to travel down my stomach. You had lifted your head up only for one of the deep kisses we usually shared. I moved my lips with yours as if on command, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Soon, I felt your tongue push past your lips and onto my own to which I obediently moved my tongue out to meet yours, letting them passionately dance together in our lips' embrace.
Through these interactions, my slit has become warmer than ever and soon would be dripping. Fingers clawing away at the cheap pair of panties I had on, my cunt was now exposed for you to see. My pink and swollen lower lips were dripping, begging, for your touch. Little whimpers from my parted lips only supported the desire. Though, I shouldn't have been so optimistic. I should have known that first, you would tease. Your fingertips lightly traveled small circles along the out part of my lips, tracing your way around what you would soon claim yours, once again. My sweet juices dripped, coating your fingers nicely. With a wet snatch like mine, lube was never needed. Before I could catch my breath from a rather low moan, your nail bumped my swollen button, making me yelp out with shocked pleasure.
