Lisbeth's skin tingled and there was a low hum of anticipation running throughout her body. She had showered, washed her hair, and shaved....legs, underarms, and pussy. She actually preferred when Steve shaved her, but today she wanted to be completely ready for him when he arrived for their session. She was naked and waiting in the playroom. She stood in the middle of the room and nervously twisted her leather collar in her hands.
She didn't know how this had happened, how she had become so comfortable with being naked for long periods. She had always been embarrassed by her body, more so as her belly and hips spread with childbearing and age. Her face, she thought was not bad...not beautiful, but pleasant enough. Her blue-gray eyes were set off by her purple framed glasses. Her hair, light brown and streaked with gray, was longer than she thought proper for a woman her age, but she loved the silky feel of it against her bare back. Her breasts were not especially large, but full and round. As her Master took pleasure in her body, she began to take pleasure in it, too. Nudity, in any room and at any time of day, seemed perfectly natural to her now.
Lisbeth was so on edge that she jumped when the front door opened and closed. She heard his footsteps coming down the hall and by the time Steve appeared in the doorway, Lisbeth was on the floor on all fours, with her collar in her mouth. She met him as he crossed the room, coming to a stop in front of him. Goosebumps covered her body and her breathing was shallow as she stared at his shoes and waited.
Steve leaned down and closed his hand around her upper arm, pulling her to her knees and taking the collar from her. She kept her eyes down and lifted her hair as he silently fastened the collar around her neck. His hand caressed her cheek affectionately for a moment and she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. Then his hand was gone and he moved away from her. He still hadn't spoken, hadn't given her permission to get up, so she stayed where she was, spreading her knees as far apart as she could, back straight, hands on her thighs palms up, eyes on the floor. She heard him moving around her, inspecting her, she supposed.
Without a word, Steve left the room. Lisbeth continued to kneel, listening to his receding footsteps, wondering if she had disappointed or angered him. She heard him moving around in the kitchen, ice clinking in a glass, liquid being poured. Then footsteps again, coming back down the hall. She caught sight of his shoes as he walked past her and heard him settling on the sofa behind her, the tinkle of ice as he sipped his drink.
Though she dared not look at him, she could see him in her mind's eye, the face and body she knew so well. His slightly round, full face and dark blue eyes were framed by his short salt and pepper hair and equally short, and equally salt and pepper, beard and mustache. His beard was kept trimmed so that his dimples showed and Lisbeth loved, on the occasions she was allowed to touch him, to kiss every inch of his face. She loved the feel of him against her lips, his facial muscles twitching with restraint, his breath coming in short, hot puffs against her skin. She equally loved kissing the rest of his body; his broad chest and shoulders, powerful legs, his cock...hard and heavy with desire for her. He was only a few inches taller than she, yet so often she was looking up at him, towering over her as she knelt at his feet or bound to the bed. His hands were large and powerful, yet surprisingly gentle at times; able to administer stinging slaps to her ass or to delicately finger her clit until she begged for release.
Lisbeth's thighs were damp from her leaking juices and beginning to tremble from the strain of being so still. Already her body beginning to throb. It was with relief that she heard Steve stand up and begin moving around the room. She could hear him opening drawers and cupboards, the gentle clank of chains.
"Stand up and come here, pet," he finally said and she complied quickly. "Wrists," he said when she was standing in front of him.
Lisbeth held her arms out and Steve buckled leather wrist cuffs on each one, and then knelt and fastened cuffs to each ankle. With his face in such close proximity to her pussy, she ached to feel the scratch of his whiskers, but he was all business. Standing again, he took her arm and turned her so that he was standing behind her. She shivered slightly at the feel of his warmth along her naked back. Being naked while he remained fully clothed somehow emphasized her shame...and increased her arousal. His hands appeared in front of her holding a soft black cloth. The cloth covered her eyes and he tied it behind her head. Taking her arm he led her several feet before he stopped and turned her, pushing her back until her butt touched the edge of a table. She knew this table quite well, having been bound to it many times.
"Up you go, pet," he told her. "I want you to lie on the table with your ass right there at the edge and your arms over your head."
She placed her hands on the table and lifted herself onto it. Leaving her legs dangling over the side, Lisbeth lay back and put her hands over her head. She felt Steve at the head of the table. He clipped her wrists together and then clipped them to a chain that was attached to the table, tightening it until her arms were pulled almost to the point of discomfort. Next she felt his hands on her thighs, pushing on them to spread her legs. His hands moved to her ankles and she realized he was clipping her ankles to a spreader bar. The clanking of chain and the squeak of a pulley, and her legs began to rise until they were elevated slightly higher than her body.
Again he left her and long, silent, moments passed as she heard him sipping his drink. She could feel his eyes on her and she concentrated on being very still, waiting for whatever he was going to do to her. The position of her legs left her pussy spread open and she felt the air against her wetness. Finally she heard his glass being set down and movement, and then she felt his presence over her just before his mouth closed over hers. Steve kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Lisbeth kissed him back eagerly; tasting the iced tea he had been drinking, sucking desperately on his tongue as it invaded her mouth. He took his time kissing her and she whimpered softly, wishing her arms were free, wanting to touch him.
