"Are you sure you're ready for this? Once I've got you upstairs, I'm going to help myself to your body, do whatever I want to and with it. I believe you'll enjoy it all, but that's the risk you'll be taking by putting yourself into my hands."
A slight hesitation, then, "Yes. I've really been looking forward to experiencing this..."
"Well, follow me!" He holds out a hand and the girl takes it. She follows him up the stairs, submitting to a night of experience she wants but has never had.
Standing outside the bedroom door, he says, "Take all your clothes off, and your jewellery. You won't be wearing anything in this room unless it's something I want you to wear."
The girl does a quick strip, suppressing a shiver at the thought of the untold possibilities once she crosses the threshold and enters the bedroom. Yet, with no second thoughts, she walks into the room, closing the door behind her. She is ready to enjoy her fate, putting her trust in him.
"Turn around and put your hands on the door. I need to get out a few things, and I don't want to ruin the surprise."
The girl turns around and puts her hands, about shoulder height, on the door, leaning on them slightly. She closes her eyes in anticipation and to enhance the experience. There's a slight sound of scuffing and clicks, followed by rustling and metallic clinking. Then the sound of soft padding of feet and a kiss to the side of her neck that caused her to gasp. A gentle whisper in her ear, "I'm glad you trust me enough to let me do this. I promise nothing that happens tonight will hurt you. By putting yourself into my control, it will show you the height of pleasure you can get by letting yourself go."
The darkness behind her closed eyelids gets fuller as a blindfold is slipped over her head. "I've got a few new toys for you, to get you in the mood. Mostly, I just want to use them on you. Now open your mouth. Wide."
She obeys, knowing what is coming next; accepting it as the next part of her submission. She opens her mouth as wide as she can, but the ball barely enters. It's an almost uncomfortably full feeling, but it makes the tingling that has been growing in her increase a notch.
"Now, I bet you thought that was just a ball gag I've put in your mouth, but you're wrong." Instead of just the strap she was expecting around the back of her head, the girl feels straps up the sides of her cheeks, over the bridge of her nose, up her forehead, on to the back of her head, and under her chin. "It's a gag harness, which will make it impossible for you to 'accidentally' take the ball out of your mouth." The straps are done up tight, but not uncomfortably so.
"Now cross your wrists." She crosses her wrists, still with her hands leaning on the door. He ties a satin band around them, binding them together.
"Mm mm, lovely, but there's one last touch, I think." This time a band is fitted around the girl's neck; a collar done up tight, not enough to choke, but a definite presence that would be continuously felt. A metallic click, and a leash is attached to the studded collar, it's left to dangle between her breast and past her pussy, swinging slightly between her legs.
"Now turn around and lean up against the door. Ah, yes. Fantastic. You know, I think I need to take a photo of this. I want you to see what you look like and to have something to remember this evening by."
A whirling and click; the picture is taken. "Spread your legs." Another photo is taken. "Yeah, that's really good. I should have gotten a spreader bar to hold your legs apart."
Suddenly, two fingers are run through the girl's pussy and across her clit, causing her to sag slightly against the door. "My, my, my, you are sopping wet! I do believe you are really enjoying this. But there's something still not right. Follow me."
The leash is taken up and she is forced to follow. With no control over where the collar is pulling her, she has no idea where she is headed or what will come next.
"Sit down." A slight push to the chest and she collapses on what turns out to be the bed. The girl feels her legs pulled apart and tied into place, followed by her arms being released and immediately retied, spread eagled on the bed.
He slips a hand under her bum and lifts her up, sliding a towel under her. The buzzing of clippers confirms her expectations, and the cold metal of the shaver starts the first step of removing her pussy hair. The clippers make short work of the job; leaving the girl's privates tingling. A gurgling hiss from a can of shaving foam is next. The cold hit of the foam is anticipated but still a shock, a sensual shock.
Shaving soap is spread around, fingers massaging everywhere, getting her stubble ready for the touch of the vibrating razor head. The shave is slow and sensual with much touching and checking. He makes sure that every last hair is gone, leaving a smooth, sexy pair of lips no longer hidden by hair. Thoroughly, he rinses her of soap. "Much better!" A couple of clicks and whirrs gives away the photos being taken; the girl having no ability to stop them, making her both scared and horny.
"You've behaved so well, I think a small reward is in order." A rubbing motion around her nether lips, from having something spread over her pussy, sends more of those wonderful tingles up her spine, curling her toes. The tongue licking her lips and clit clean quickly brings the girl to the edge, but then the tongue bath stops.
"Now, I'm going to take a few more photos, but don't forget this position. You're going to be spending quite some time in it I think." The girl's arms are released then tied back together, her legs are undone. She is pulled to the edge of the bed and sits, and then stands up.
"Lift your left leg up. Now your right." She feels a fabric coming up between her legs and realizes that he is going to use her to model underwear.