At Master’s command, i went to bed after taking a long, hot shower and letting my mind empty itself from the day. Although i dressed for bed, it was different tonight in order to accommodate Master’s request. It is not common for Him to give me a command online – so i am most attentive to them when He does. In fact, i probably obey them with more reverence than i would show even in my submission to His in-person commands.
The cool sheets felt so wonderfully refreshing to my well-scrubbed skin...but the sensation of the soft black satin corset made the sensation even more electric. I love that corset... it is so lovely and soft..yet the boning in it reminds me that i am in service to Master’s touch and desires.....
As i laid on the bed, i allowed my fingers to caress my own breasts pushing the corset just under them...holding them in position... but allowing the cool air from the ceiling fan to flow over the reddened nipples from the hot, hot shower....
I closed my eyes to let Master see me... to send Him images of O/our coupling....
Nothing existed except the physical sensations of my well-scrubbed skin, the smoothness of the corset and its gentle cupping of my breasts and the touch of my own fingers on my inner thigh....until i heard a slight noise....
“Master,” i said with no touch of surprise at His appearance in my bedroom.
“I heard you from far off, angel.. so I came for you,” He said, His voice only just above a whisper.
With no sense at all that His appearance was a surprise to E/either of U/us, Master walked to the head of my white iron bed and held His hand out to me. I raised my right hand to take His. He took my hand gently in His own large one and bent over to kiss my fingertips while wrapping a thick cotton rope around my wrist and, as deftly, tying it to the headboard. His warm hands took my extended right arm and gently massaged their way down my arm to my right breast cupping it and kissing my lips gently. The moment was charged – the sensation of the first binding, Master’s gentle touch and caress, the expectation of the remaining bindings...no clue to the direction of His lust for me.....
My eyes drank in the sight of Him...here...willing Him to look into my eyes. But He refused though the slight smile that danced around His lips and those eyes lifted a touch told me that He saw... though He would not engage mine....
With the deliberateness of His walk to the other side of the bed to repeat the tying process with my left arm, i felt that wonderful wetness, more than wet, a tingling so intense that i could almost hear it. As His hands massaged down the length of my left arm to cup both of my breasts, i heard myself gasp..and was both frightened and excited that i had not had permission to do so.
The sharpness of His tone stabbed my heart, though.
“Did I permit you to gasp, angel? Did I not tell you that only your silence and submission is called for?” His tone so stern that i froze wide-eyed in fear and shame.
