Specific instructions were left by text on my private line.
I was to be attired in a skirt, tight, short and black, black sheer button-up blouse with only the middle button fastened. The red demi-bra and thong panties that you purchased for me, thigh-high stay-up stockings and red stiletto pumps. My hair was to be straight, my body, excluding my pussy, was to be clean-shaven and absolutely no jewelry save my collar.
I followed each instruction to the letter, as always. Any deviation would surely bring displeasure from you and discipline down upon me. I was to bring a pair of small scissors and my new toy with me, hidden in the bottom of my purse.
To say I was nervous and excited would be an understatement. Anxiety ran through my veins like bolts of lightening. You required me to be in our suite at 1:02 pm. Not one second earlier or later. Exactly. You were explicit about my promptness. This request alone was enough to set my mind reeling.
"Why?" I mulled over in my head as I prepared myself. However, I learned a long, long time ago, with much correction and punishment on your part, NEVER to question your motives or orders. You are Master, I but a slave to your desires and wants. Patience has never been my strong suit and you test me on it every chance you get, and I seem to give you quite a few reasons to.
"You will learn to wait for me graciously if I have to spank it into you," you tell me when I get a little bit out of hand and a bit needier than you think I should be, all the while, tanning my ass to the bright crimson that you feel I deserve. Pleasure or punishment, I love you for all if it.
Snapping out of the daze I find myself in wondering what today will bring, I realize that I have only 5 minutes to finish readying myself as you instructed. I must be perfect. You will accept no less. I was required to wear these clothes to the office, so I carefully unfasten the buttons on my blouse leaving only the middle one secured. The lacy red bra could be seen through the sheer blouse done up, but now it is completely visible. I wonder how I am going to walk downstairs unnoticed. I am already dripping wet with anticipation and am sure that anyone who gets within ten feet of me will smell my arousal.
At precisely 1:01 I lock up the office, being sure to bring my purse with it's goodies in it and head downstairs. I have missed you terribly. Timing has not been on our side and I am desperate with want for you and your touch on my skin. As the hand on my watch hits 1:02, I slowly insert my key into the door, turning the handle to step inside. Double-checked that the door is shut and locked, I move towards the rear office where you've instructed me to go. Placing my purse on the floor, I withdraw the scissors and my toy, placing them to one side and then take up my position in the middle of the room, kneeling, legs apart as far as the skirt will allow, my ass just resting on my heels, palms turned upwards placed on my thighs, head down.
I wait.
Breathe. In and out, I tell myself.
I will myself to remain still and calm and breathe. There is no noise, only the hum of the air conditioning filtering through the vents above me. Nothing. You are not here, my mind is racing over all the instructions you gave me, making sure that I did not misunderstand any of them or the time that I was to be here. My breathing becomes more erratic wondering where you are. Patience, I tell myself, if you choose to have me wait then I will wait with pride, and so I straighten up my posture till I am perfect again, bow my head and wait.
With a renewed sense of pride I wait.
"Hello pet," you call, from the other room. Instant relief can be heard from my slight intake of breath, but I know better that to speak unless my Master has specifically allowed me to.
"Please stay where you are, I will come to you shortly, but close your eyes, NOW."
I do so, my breath coming in short gasps. I can sense someone in the room now, but I cannot tell if it is you and I will not be able to now, as I have been fitted with a silk blindfold, plunging me into darkness, tightly blocking any light. This has slightly unnerved me but I steady myself and accept that you will never do anything to hurt me. My trust in you is complete.
"Do you trust me?" you inquire.
"You may speak, pet" I can feel your breath against my face as you whisper in my ear.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes Master, I do, I have always trusted and loved you."
"Very good, my good girl," he praises, running a finger down my cheek, over my slightly parted lips and down my neck until he finds the ring on my collar. I am raised to my feet, pulled up by my collar, where my wrists are adorned with velvet-lined cuffs, attached to each other, and then slowly raised above my head. "Snap," is all I hear as the metal bracelets become attached to the metal hook anchored in the doorframe above my head. I am stretched, just enough so my toes are resting on the ground.
I am allowed a short respite to catch my balance and breathe before the matching anklets are secured, first the left then the right. I can feel leather coaxing my legs apart, slapping the tender skin of my thighs. Another snap as both ankles are secured to the metal clamp near the bottom of the doorframe.
I am completely at your disposal. Still fully clothed, I wonder what you are going to do with me. I can feel your hands running over my shoulders and back, lightly like the touch of a feather. You remind me that the woman's body has over 30 erogenous zones with which to elicit your sweet torture, and you are going to find every one of them. I am already squirming with each touch. My panties have soaked through and my absolute arousal permeates the room. My blouse is being unbuttoned, even though its only one it seems to take forever, you leave it to lay open over my chest. Reaching around you grab the hem of my skirt, I feel you gather it up and raise it over my hips exposing my fleshy ass.
I can feel your breath against my neck as you whisper to me if I have any attachment to what I am wearing. I tell you no.
"Good, because your clothes are in my way." And with that statement your knife effortlessly slices through my skirt, as it drops, you catch the flimsy garment and throw it aside. My blouse is next, the knife kisses the nape of my neck so gently that with one swift motion it too falls to the floor. My mouth opens before I remember I am not allowed to speak, wondering what the hell I am going to wear back to the office, when you place two fingers against my lips, silencing me in reminder that if I do speak, I will be gagged. I will not speak then.
You can tell my acceptance of your order and grin, knowingly. Quick work is made of my bra and panties, "Such a shame," you whisper under your breath. "I'll have to replace them soon."
I am now very nude except for my collar and red heels. Again the caressing begins, only instead of your hands I can feel soft leather, so soft it feels like strands of satin run across my legs, around my stomach and over my ass, around to my breast and back down again. My body reacts as it always does to you, my nipples pucker and harden like the ends of a pencil, so sensitive to your touch, my breathing accelerates with desire. This is such sweet torture. I can hear you under your breath; you know exactly how to play me and my body. Running the flogger between my legs you notice how wet I am, my juices have run down my legs with no panties to stop it. You gather some of the nectar from my thighs with the handle of the flogger and bring it up to my waiting lips, ever so slightly parted. "Taste how wet you are for me pet, my little slut," you mummer as you gently part my lips with the handle.
I gladly take the leather into my hot mouth, tasting and licking and cleaning it as I would if it were your beautiful cock. I want so badly to beg you to fuck me, to put out the fire inside and make me cum over and over again but I cannot speak, only motion with my body.
"Not a chance baby, not yet anyways," you snicker. The flogger's handle is removed from my slick lips and you return to my torture, allowing the flogger to glide over my entire body. Your other hand following the path the leather takes, lulling me into a false sense of security. I begin to relax into your touch.
Your trap is set.
Hands!
More than two.
I feel more hands run over my body. What have you set me up for? I cannot think straight, cannot comprehend what is going on around me, my breathing becomes panicky and you quickly reassure me that you are still here.
"Trust me pet, I love you," you whisper to me. "You have let me fulfill some of my deepest fantasies, now let me fulfill yours," you purr into my ear.
I have nowhere to go. Blindfolded, shackled, and strung up, I am barely standing on my own two feet; I have no say in what is going to happen next and I have no idea who is in the room with us.
You can see the confusion written on my face, even with the blindfold secured tightly. My breathing is shallow and distressed; panic slowly creeps over my body.
