I walk from the bathroom, towel wrapped around my freshly cleaned body, long hair wet but combed sticking to the top of my back and shoulders. I see Him sitting on the couch , a mischievous grin on His lips and a wicked gleam in His eyes. He sits there slowly stroking his growing manhood as He watches me enter.
He asks me to remove the towel and let it drop to the floor. With self conscious hesitancy yet submissive obedience I comply. I begin to shiver slightly from the chill in the air as well as the nervousness I feel at His seeing my body for the first time; not knowing if it is pleasing to Him. My eyes remain averted from His, yet I try not to look toward His hand slowly moving on His lap.
He tells me to move closer and then stops me when I am about 5' in front of Him. He tells me to put my hands behind my head and turn slowly around till facing Him again. With shaky legs I begin to slowly turn, my body catching the dancing glow from the fireplace. When my back is facing Him, the thought of His stroking Himself while watching me, the memory of the quick vision of His eyes as I entered the room. My head jerks to the side quickly then back again as it often does when a sexually exciting thought overtakes me so quickly. Continuing the slow turn, my nipples are erect and tingling, more thoughts flooding, visions of His eyes flashing in my head. My breath increases in it's pace as I am once again facing Him. My eyes remain lowered and He remains quiet for many long seconds. My feelings are a mixture of self consciousness and very much sexual arousal as I wonder what He is thinking; what He will have me do next.
He breaks the silence with a question, "Is this the proper way for you present yourself to a Dom?"
"no Sir", I reply, hearing the shakiness in my own quiet voice. I spread my legs slowly till I am open to Him and yet still be able to maintain my balance with hands behind my head. His strong hand comes into the view of my lowered eyes as He reaches to inspect that which is being offered to Him. The scent of my sex fills my head and my nipples become harder, throbbing. My head jerks to the side and knees become momentarily weak as His hand engulfs my mound as if it were a chastity belt. His palm now moistened by my arousal and the scent of me.
He slides His hand away slowly, fingers trailing wetness. He tells me He wishes to watch me pleasure myself. I begin squeezing my breasts and pinching my aching nipples, nipples that threaten to burst from my chest. Reaching down between my thighs and pulling open the pouty lips of my sex, exposing a very engorged glistening clit. I hear His breathing change and know I am pleasing Him.