As she walked up the stairs to his flat she had 'butterflies' in her stomach and moisture in her panties! Things could not be going better, the relationship had built nicely, there had been a little 'bump in the road' early on but that had been overcome. His absence overseas had been frustrating for them both to say the least but, in hindsight, it had allowed the opportunity for written communication that had undoubtedly increased mutual understanding. They had shared increasingly dirty fantasies and ideas, but she wondered if tonight was going to be a proper test of whether their sexual 'cogs' meshed the way they seem.
Since David had returned from the UK things had gone very well from her perspective, trust had built, he had been everything that she could have wanted. Well perhaps not everything, the sexual adventures had not been perhaps what she had hoped, not what they had both talked about. However, this evening had the hint of changing up a gear! The email message had been his usual business-like manner but concluded with a simple question, "Are ready for a 'test' Miss Jones?" She had not hesitated for a second in her quick reply, "Yes, of course!" It never crossed her mind for a moment that she would regret those words.
David's follow up message had been quite simple, "Saturday night, eight o'clock, my place, dress your sluttiest, the door will be open, come straight up!" That is how she found herself ascending his stairs, eager with anticipation and just a hint of apprehension.
He was waiting at the top of the stairs, he looked his dominant best, dressed all in black. "You look stunning Miss Jones" was his immediate exclamation. She felt stunning also, but as instructed, in the sluttiest way possible, high heels, stockings, black skirt, red button fronted blouse, make-up heavier than usual, especially the bright red lip-stick. He drank in her 'look' and moved close, she almost shivered as he grasped her hair and lifted it clear of her neck and placed a very delicate kiss at the nape of her neck. "Wonderful...absolutely...wonderful" he breathed in to her ear.
"So, Miss Jones?" he spoke clearly and precisely as ever, such a matter of fact manner but one that somehow managed to turn her on, "Do you remember all your messages to me in the UK?"
"Yes, of course", was the reply, with each message racing through her head, all those images she had sent him, women with cocks in their mouths, cum over their faces, ropes restraining them.
He continued "and do you remember your written words, fantasies and ideas?"
"Yes, of course" she responded again, this time remembering about the gloryhole discussions and so much more.
"Well tonight, we will start to make some of it real" he paused, "IF, you want to". It was not really a question, but she quickly said, "I do, I really do".
"That is good to hear, very good indeed, I don't like to be disappointed." He walked around her, circling, almost like a lion does with its prey, she could feel his eyes on every inch of her, she felt his touch, his fleeting touches as he stroked her neck, her shoulder, her breasts and her arse. "One thing for you to remember and understand, one word from you and it all stops! No questions, it all stops. That word is 'red-light', that is the one and only word that will stop what is happening. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," she replied, but added with bravado, "but I won't need it." She wondered if that was something she would live to regret, but it seemed as though David expected it.
"A nice response," David said and then continued "but I must be sure that you understand, what is the word that will stop what is happening, the word that you are free to use at any time and which will ALWAYS be respected?"
"Red-light...but..." before she could repeat her boast, his finger touched her lips stopping her.
"Ok then, shall we have some fun?" was David's next enticing comment.
"Yes, yes please", she was very keen to find out what was in store.
David turned to the sideboard and slid open a draw and removed two black leather cuffs with silver buckles, "Hands out!" it was not an invitation, it was an instruction; and order. She put her hands out in front of her and David fastened a cuff securely around each of her wrists and then put her hands back to her sides. He was then back to the drawer and out came a blindfold, also in black leather to match the cuffs that now adorned her wrists. David handed her the blindfold and smiled "Last chance Miss Jones, leave if you wish..." he paused as if waiting for her to flee, before continuing, "well if you are staying you need to put this on and make sure it blocks out all light."
The blindfold as all but snatched from his hand and, firstly removing her glasses, fastened it over her eyes. BLACKNESS enveloped her, heightening her senses, acknowledging his dominance.
She sensed David stand back, looking at her, admiring her. He was soon back at her side, close into her ear "Black leather suits you! You are stunning" and she felt his hands at her neck again, brushing away her hair, fingers training down on to her chest, and to the buttons of her blouse, undoing two more and tracing down her skin. He stopped just as the door bell sounded! There as almost a laugh in his voice as he whispered close in her ear "Good, right on time, my guests have arrived! Excuse me one moment my dear" and he was gone, she heard his footsteps retreat down the stairs as she strained her ears 'guests'?! Oh god, was she really ready for this?
How many footsteps came up the stairs, she was unsure, clearly David's but was it just one set more, but he had said 'guests' so there must be more than that, David was always very precise. She was still not sure how many there were, but she was able to discern at least three different male gasps of appreciation and was there one female or was she mistaken. Miss Jones, as Sir David was calling her all evening, was not sure how she knew, but she was certain that she was to remain still and quiet until David told her otherwise.
It was David's voice that she heard next, clear and authoritative, "Trusted and honoured guests, please meet, Miss Jones."
There where murmurs from around the room, "Gorgeous!", "Beautiful" and "Awesome" along with an honest "Fucking hell!"
It was David speaking again, "So you all know the 'rules', any breaking of the rules or even pushing them, will result in the immediate ejection of the wrongdoer. Is that understood?" That was followed by eager acceptances from around her, she was trying to keep track of the voices; were they moving round the room or was there even more of them that she first thought?
It was David next to her, she knew his presence and his wonderful odour as he leaned in to her ear, kissing her neck divinely before speaking "Introduce yourself to my guests" again, not an invitation but an order, her mind raced, she was eager to please and was as turned on as she could ever remember, what did he expect her to say? She didn't know how she knew, it was instinct, but she thought quickly "Good evening gentlemen, I am Sir David's sub" she said quietly but clearly.
"Good girl" David whispered close in her ear, so quiet that the others would not have heard. "And what are you?" again, her mind was racing, what does he want me to say? Previous conversations raced through her head and then she knew, "I am a cum slut, Sir, your cum slut"
