It was a cool, violet evening in late September. The glow from the fireplace lit the living room in a feverish crimson glow as the branches from the old oak tree delicately brushed their tips over the front window. I sipped my wine slowly, relishing its tangy flavor.
At precisely 9:30 pm, the doorbell chimed. A deliberate smile played across my lips as I rose to greet my guest, pleased at his punctuality.
I opened the front door and there he stood, impeccably groomed as usual, with his dark hair neatly styled, pale face smoothly and freshly shaven, and smelling lightly of Burberry for men, the cologne he knew I especially enjoyed on him. In his arms he held a large rectangular box, elegantly wrapped in blue paper with a silver bow fixed to it.
"Good evening, Mistress Madeline," he warmly offered, grinning cheerfully.
"Yes it is, dear Ethan. Do come inside, " I held the door open, stepping to the side to let him by.
Ethan is one of my favorite playmates. He and I have been engaging in D/s games for nearly two years now. He lives out of town, but makes it a point to visit at least once a month. An intense and affectionate man in his mid-forties, Ethan came late into his submissivehood and I have been more than delighted to show him the ropes, (pun intended!).
Once in the foyer, he removed his black wool coat and I hung it in a nearby hall closet. Ethan was dressed semi-casually, in a pair of black trousers and a light blue-grey button down shirt made of hand woven silk.
He leaned forward to place a delicate kiss on my cheek. Our relationship, while always cordial, is one I feel most at ease with, as Ethan has proven to be an exceptionally trustworthy and loyal sub to me.
"I can't tell you how wonderful it is to see you, Mistress Madeline, " he spoke softly. "For you, my darling." He placed the gift box in my hands.
"How thoughtful you are, sweet Ethan, " I mused as I held the box. "Come, let's sit by the fire."
Before making himself comfortable, Ethan paused at the table to retrieve the bottle of wine I had set there and came to the couch where I sat and offered to refill my glass.
"Just halfway, please, " I instructed and he obeyed diligently.
I began to unwrap the box, wondering what surprise it contained. This particular play-thing of mine was a most generous man and his gifts were always tasteful and considerate. Once the wrapping paper was torn, I could see the Nieman Marcus logo on the top of the box. I grinned happily as I lifted the lid and its contents were revealed: a stylish pair of cola-colored calf-skin suede boots with 4 inch heels. Amongst his various kinks, Ethan was a foot-fetishist through and through...
"These are quite impressive," I smiled at Ethan, as he sat expectantly across from me in an overstuffed chair.
"I saw them and immediately thought of you, " he said coyly.
"They will be put to good use, I promise, " I assured him.
For the next 20 minutes or so, we chatted and caught up with one another. Ethan told me the latest news about his family, work and such. I listened intently, as he was a marvelous conversationalist and I appreciated his notable intelligence. I also liked for him to tell me about any transgressions he may have committed in the weeks leading up to our session. It turns out, my dear Ethan hired a young pretty secretary for his company last week. His eyes gleamed while he described her long, supple legs and the cute shoes she often wore to the office. Poor little Ethan is having a most difficult time keeping from becoming aroused in her presence!
After our chit-chat, I told Ethan it was time to begin our "play date". I led him downstairs to the play room/dungeon, in my large, remodeled basement. Ethan was always a bit awestruck when he first entered the play room and I loved watching his doe-like eyes scan the room, his mind spinning as he wondered what the night had in store for him. I giggled softly to myself, as tonight would be a particularly special night for my boy toy!
Once in the dungeon, I removed my lilac kimono to reveal my outfit to Ethan. Tonight I wore a black leather corset with black fishnet thigh high stockings affixed to the rings that dangled from my hips. I wore no panties, and I reveled in knowing how aroused the sight of my smooth, bare pussy lips made Ethan. He sucked his breath in quickly before lowering his eyes to the ground.
"Strip, " I ordered him.
Once he had removed all of his clothing he remained standing in the center of the floor, head bowed and arms to his sides. I turned the overhead lights off and shone a single spotlight on Ethan. I then made my way to where he stood and began my inspection of his person.
"Arms behind the head, legs spread" I instructed in a stern tone as I circled him.
Ethan was a man of slight build, only about 5 feet 8. He was especially self conscious about the size of his penis, which by any standard was on the small side, barely measuring more than 5 inches when fully erect. It was a favorite game of mine to mock his tiny member during our sessions and this verbal humiliation excited him greatly.
