This story has multiple parts. It is something that has been bouncing around in my head for a while and I am just now able to get it on "paper." It was a fantasy my then boyfriend and I were discussing, but I couldn't let the thought go, so instead of fighting it, and forcing myself to let it go, I just went with it. I hope you enjoy.
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Friday Afternoon
The sharp knock on the door interrupts the silence in the cabin. I bend down and flatten the bottom of my top, double checking one last time in the mirror to make sure everything looks perfect. I want him to know that I am in complete control of this weekend. Everything is, and will be, exactly as I want it to be.
I walk to the entryway, grasping the metal handle with nervous anticipation; with a sharp jerk, I open the heavy wooden door to find my boyfriend standing there with his black backpack slung over his right shoulder. The snow has littered his hair with white flecks, but it's his eyes that draw my attention, such a beautiful shade of gray blue. The anticipation I feel is mirrored in his and I see he is already searching mine to see what I have in store for him. For the first time, I am not going to fixate on whether or not I am pushing him to far, if my desires are too perverse or deprave. I'm going to fully immerse him into my little world and let him see what happens when you open Pandora box.
We walk into the entryway and are greeted by the light of the windows. The entire south wall is nothing but glass and overlooks the mountainous region behind us. White snow reflects the sunlight as it permeates the entire living room, flooding it with pure white light. We are in a completely open and desolate space, yet I find it so confining and restricting, as though there is nowhere else one can escape to. I brought him here because I enjoy the seclusion and isolation. I want him knowing that while he's here, he is mine to play with, to torment, to love in my own special way.
I allow him a few moments to take in the cabin, during which I take in my appreciation for him. With all the different preferences and tastes people have in the world, it is nice to have someone who enjoys exploring the deepest, perverse, parts of the human mind. I place my hand on his shoulder and he turns to face me.
"My sweet Prince, you were tasked with a few... charges..." The word dances off of my tongue. "before you arrived here."
His eyes widen with realization that as soon as he walked through the threshold, he entered into my web and he was mine.
Silly boy ought to have known better.
"I want you to go into the room on the left there," I gesture in the direction. "Unpack your things and strip completely naked so that I may inspect you." He nods in acknowledgment of my command and begins to walk towards the bedroom. As he is doing this, I relocate to the dining room.
There lies a lovely silk piece of black fabric, covering half of the dark wooden table. I lift it to see many of my special little toys and trinkets waiting patiently to be played with. My eyes scan the area until they land upon the desired object. I grasp it in my hand, feeling the pleasure the cold metal brings to it, and walk over to the couch, where I sit, tucking one leg underneath my body, the other dangling in front, trying to be as patient as I can be. To help pass the time, I begin thinking of the tasks he was to complete before arriving here: The first, to be as smooth and as bare as possible. He had an appointment made for him two days prior to waxed head to toe and I was told by my girl that he was exceptionally well behaved. The second, a proper haircut and straight blade shave, and the third, well the third was much more invasive. More moments pass than I would like.
"My sweet Prince, you have one minute to be in front of me."
There is the sound of a door closing and footsteps creaking across a wooden floor. My pet is now standing in front of me, his body completely devoid of clothing. I stand up and begin my inspection. Starting from the front, I rub my hands over his firm chest, feeling the smooth sensation of his skin. I can feel his skin beginning to react to mine.
This is all well and good, but not what I desire to react to my touch.
I glance down at his cock, which is now beginning to fill and harden.
There it is.
Keeping my pleasure to myself, I continue to walk around behind him, my hands never leaving his flesh.
My girl did a very good job indeed
. My hands caress his broad shoulder, tight back, and then begin lowering their way to his ass. I crouch down so that I can feel the smoothness of his legs and my face is now directly in front of his perfectly toned backside. I bring my lips to his left cheek. I can see his muscles tense in anticipation. I was only going to kiss it, but because he reacted as such, I sank my teeth into the tender meat, enjoying not only the way the flesh felt between them, but the quick jerk my Prince tried to make to evade it. To punish him for his inappropriate reaction, I swat my bite mark hard with my hand. I say nothing, as he knows he is at fault and why.
I bring my palms to the front of his legs and work them back up. Standing now, I move to face him once more. His eyes are fixated to the floor. I take him by the chin and adjust them so that they meet mine. This is my favorite, having him forced to look into my eyes, seeing the various emotions he must be feeling, knowing he cannot hide his shame.
"Eyes on me my Prince"
