She entered the room and her nightly garments were on the bed; dark stockings, a garter belt, black lace bra, black panties, a man's long sleeve cotton white shirt and a blind fold. A note was neatly propped on the pillow. A chair was placed in the middle of the room.
"My sexy Sophia, get dressed and put the blind fold on. Please sit in the chair like a proper lady facing the door. Shirt unbuttoned enough to please me. I will be there shortly."
She got dressed, her mind racing with anticipation, her excitement pumping blood to her pussy. His fixation on her wetness was always present and tonight was no exception.
"I expect your lips to be moistened with your excitement; please do not disappoint me. I'm not in the mood for excuses."
She sensed his tone was stern and was reminded her of his of his ability to be strict and quick to punish disobedience. Tonight was not one of those nights. Her fingers slipped inside and she brought them to her mouth. They were warm, slick and saturated with her pussy juice and she made sure he would taste her when they kissed. He always kissed her, soft, delicately and deliberate. The door opened and in a matter of moments she got a faint hint of his sent; strong, clean, masculine and delicious. Her loins pulsed with every heartbeat; he was here because she brought him pleasure.
Leaning in, he whispered to her. "My Sophia, you are such a good girl." His soft lips found the side of her neck and she felt him. His ability to apply a subtle touch at the right location was amazing. She felt his lips part and his tongue delicately caress her soft skin on her neck, slightly below her ear. He whispered to her, "my beautiful sex kitten".
He stepped away and came back with his silk ties; grasped her hands and bound them in front of her. As he worked the knots his mouth found hers. Did she wet them enough for him? She felt her pulse elevate and waited for his reaction; she did not want to disappoint. He let out a soft moan, a feeling of relief passed over her. He was pleased; her wetness excited him; tasting her was delightful. Grabbing her clenched bounded wrists, he pulled her to her feet, and walked over to the bathroom; he had her face the door.
"Raise your arms." She did as instructed. His neck ties were draped over the top of the door and secured to the towel hook on the other side. He positioned her with her arms over her head, one hand over the other, vulnerable and exposed. Stepping behind her, she felt his hands on her waist. "Spread you legs for me".
She did as directed and felt him press his body against her. His cock was hard and she felt it against her bum. He was very pleased and this brought her the validation she was seeking. His demands were being fulfilled by her obedience.
