She waits for Him…He has told her he will come in a bit, she knows he will. He is a man with great honor and a lust for pleasures. She waits for Him knowing that when he comes she will feel with Him a passion, a thirst that has to be quenched.
She has taken a bath and prepared herself for Him. Her body fragrant and soft…a tingling running through her as she thinks of Him now. He is coming. He will be there soon, she closes her eyes and thinks of Him.
His eyes full of a fire that burns in Him for her, for what she gives to Him he hungers. Always He is ready for more, the desire for control and power strong in Him.
She sits and dreams of Him and what He will do to her tonight. She has waited thinking of this all day, she is ready to feel Him, the physical touch needed now urgently. She wants to feel Him, she loves to be taken. To feel Him hold her helpless and bound, she knows that she is stronger at this time than any other. That without her gift to Him, the magic would not exist.
He is a strong Master, he does not cause pain, He pushes her to be all she can. He feels she is His, always asking her, Who do you belong to? Then telling her, "You belong to me…"
He will first walk in and take His hand and pull her to Him, kissing her deeply, an erotic moan filling the air as their lips savor the taste of each other. The kiss comes from deep inside, a sigh escaping from them, lustful, mournful. When He has His taste of her, He will look into her eyes, close too close.
She feels from Him the power of her heart's desire. She always feels this way with Him, always ready for His touch and attentions. He loves to tease her, to make her wait and push her to the edge. He likes to make her wait for Him. She knows that what is coming is worth the wait, she feels what He does to her in stages. She will savor the journey as will He, she wants to feel His chains on her, His hands, His lips. To feel His breath on her neck as He whispers to her soft and with great need.
He beckons her to feel Him, He enters her first through her mind… The phone call early that day, the precious details to a night they will share. The anticipation she feels now as she waits, the memory of His voice filling her mind. She closes her eyes once more and as she sits, music that she has made for this night plays softly, the air is fragrant with her scent. She sits and her mind opens, the thought of Him filling her.
She waits and then, a slight sound catches her ear, it is Him… He is here… She does not move as she listens to His key in the lock, the knob turns and as she listens she hears her own heartbeat in her ears. The sound of His footsteps as he crosses through the house coming for her, each footstep felt inside of her, she hears Him pause as he reaches her bedroom. She sits on the bed as He has told her to do, waiting….
He steps into the room, slowly, stopping at the dressing table, His hands reaching for the cuffs, he lifts them one at a time, his fingers caressing the leather the feel of the shiny silver buckles and studs cool to His touch.
He holds them and walks to where she sits waiting… she does not stand but slides gently from the bed to the floor at his feet, she kneels there, her spine straight and chin held up, her eyes downcast as she waits for His first words to her.
With one hand He reaches out and touches her hair, He runs his fingers through it, and then he caresses her cheek softly and runs his fingers under her chin lifting her face upwards towards Him, her eyes cast a glance upwards and as they meet His own she smiles as does He. His eyes see in her a strong desire, one He knows all to well. With His hand under her chin he speaks to her, "Master is here"…