"I want you to wait for me in front of the bed, naked and kneeling."
That was his assignment for me this evening while he was at work. I was nervous and excited, and he knew it. Twenty minutes before he told me he would come home I got into position, just to be safe. I wouldn't want him to come home early and think I didn't wait for him. The thought of him seeing me the way he wanted to and praising me for it made me ecstatic and kept me motivated to stay that way, no matter how bad my knees hurt from the lack of movement.
I heard a car parking in front of his apartment. Could have been anyone, but I hoped it was him. I straightened up and was looking smiling at the door. I felt like a dog waiting for his master, just wanting to show him how happy I was for his return. I heard steps, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I didn't know what would happen, it was the first time we did something like this.
The moment he opened the door I only saw the bright light from outside shining on my naked body, kneeling like he told me to. I was self-conscious about everything. Was that the right position? Is that what he hoped for? Is my body looking alright? What if a neighbor would see me through the open door? I tried to sit as straight as I could and not to move at all.
"Welcome Home" I greeted him.
It took a whole lot of self-discipline to not just jump up and throw my hands around his neck, I was just so glad to see him. He closed the door and moved towards me, kissing me on my forehead, telling me how pleased he was. My heart almost leapt out of my chest, full of joy. It was peculiar how happy it made me to please him. My feeling confused myself. I always thought I knew myself pretty well, but now my reaction surprised me.
After he stared at me for a few minutes, looking happy as far as I could tell while not directly looking at him, he moved away and it sounded like he got something out of a drawer. The room was only illuminated barely by five candles, therefore it was as hard to tell what he held in his hands. He sat down behind me, kissing my neck with his soft lips and moving a silky cloth in front of my eyes. His hands moved softly, like has was trying to pet a butterfly without damaging its wings, barely touching me. The hair in the back of my neck stood up reacting to the electricity between us.
As he tied the cloth behind my head I closed my eyes and enjoyed the touch of his hands while he was making sure it as comfortable but tight. I think that was the moment, when I let go of everything. It felt like falling into a bed of feathers, like arriving home after a long and hard journey, like a thankful and loving hug. I felt calm, relaxed and just completed. I never felt this way before. Like losing yourself and finding yourself at the same time. He could have done whatever he wanted to me at this moment, I was lost in absolute bliss.
"Stand up." he commanded with a very soft voice.
I stood up, my knees still aching, but I didn't care about them anymore. I tried to concentrate on my posture and hoped my body looked appealing to him. He touched my hand and I took his with both of mine while he led me a few steps away from the bed, I knew where we stood now: in front of the big window leading to his balcony, from which you could look to a parking lot and a big apartment building across the road.
"Careful." he said again in his soft tone.
My hands felt the hard back of a chair, so I grabbed it and waited. Waiting with that kind of anticipation that makes seconds become minutes, but in a good way. Like a child sitting in front of a present, not knowing what's inside, but knowing it could only be something great.
His hands touched my ankles, moving them toward the chair legs. I was pressed against the chair, and then I felt warm soft fabric tightening around my wrists and ankles, my feet couldn't move an inch, my hands could move a bit, but not much. I hoped for what was coming next.
"Last weeks there were a few incidents. I told you each time I was making a mark on the bad girl list."
I grinned. I knew what he was referring to, I teased him while he was at work a lot. I also have been naughty in other ways from time to time, just trying to tease. He really did tell me every time and I was looking forward to his reaction to it. Now was the time. My whole body tensed with excitement.
Something stinging my erect nipples. Clamps pinching them with gentle strength. My body reacted with a small shiver all over, ending in my loins. The line between pain and pleasure blurred more and more. Slap. A twinge of pain mixed with a very pleasant sensation was whelming over my body. The only times my behind was slapped hard before was while we had intercourse once. I enjoyed it very much, it was the first time ever someone hit me that hard. It didn't feel like he held back. It felt like he just let go of something that was caged for too long. I felt trusted. I also felt like I can trust him with everything. Just letting go of any insecurities and just be. It was freeing, and the pleasurable pain freed something else inside of me too. I just felt like we both were able to be our raw, pure selves, giving ourselves over to each other. Like this was the way it was supposed to be. The thought about people seeing us through the window didn't disappear, but it shifted from unease to enjoyment. I wanted them to see us, I wanted them to see our raw selves. Actually I wanted the whole world to see.
Slap. Another one. And another one. The feeling intensified with each one. I didn't count, I wasn't able to think at all, only feeling each touch and what it did to me. And then he stopped. Please don't stop, I thought. I want more. I didn't know what he was up to.
"Please, can I have more, Sir?" I dared to ask.
