He lets himself into her house quietly with the key she had given him just last week. He looks back at the sky just beginning to lighten in the east. It is early morning and he knows this is early still even for her. Easing the door closed, he notes the lamp she has left burning on the end table next to the door. Setting his gym bag down next to the table, he sits in the overstuffed chair by the door. His anticipation is great, as he slowly removes his shoes and socks.
He allows his eyes to wonder around the room, taking note of the pictures on the walls, and the curio cabinet in the corner where she keeps her collection of porcelain cats and dogs. He has been here before, but in the past he was distracted by her and his need for her. Rising from the chair and picking up his gym bag, he sees the faint light coming from down the hall.
He passes the bathroom and pauses to wash and dry his hands, after relieving himself. Her cosmetics and jewelry are scattered all over the counter. Spying a perfume bottle on the counter, he picks it up and smells the scent that he has come to associate with her, spicy and sweet. He sees a pair of red lace panties, along with a matching bra, lying on the floor. Lifting them to his face, he inhales. He can smell her muskiness, her scent on them. He smiles, thinking of these bits of lace against her body.
He walks silently into her bedroom and finds her as he had hoped he would, still sleeping. He places the gym bag on the floor, next to the bed, unzipping it quietly. Gingerly he pulls black nylon restraints from the bag, placing them in position at the foot of the bed. Next he pulls a long black silk scarf from the bag, laying it on the bed. Gently he reaches out and strokes her hair and watches her stir and he sits down on the bed. He is surprised that she sleeps with a light on and has left one on in the living room, as well. He did not know until now that she was afraid of the dark. "It is the little things one learns," he thinks to himself.
"pet…" he says softly. Watching as she turns towards him, smiling at the sound of his voice, he reaches out and strokes her face softly.
"Master? " her surprise registering on her face.
"Yes, my pet. I am here." He says bending over and gathering her into his arms, drawing her to him.
"Oh Master! I was not expecting you. I am not prepared for you." She says, trying to push out his arms.
Looking at her dressed in a t-shirt and flannel pants, he smiles at her and the contrast between the woman he has in his arms, warm still from sleep and the woman who wears those little bits of red lace. How that contrast excites him and has since the first moment he saw her picture on the alternative lifestyles web site. He wanted her then. He wants her more now that he has come to know the depth of her intelligence, the sharpness of her wit, and the wariness of her soul.
"Shhhh, little one. You are just as I wanted to find you. It is time, my pet. Time for your first lesson." Holding her tightly and kissing her face gently, he lingers over her soft pale lips. He feels her shiver, perhaps in fear, perhaps in anticipation. He only knows he can wait no longer to have her.
"Stand up for me, little one. You have too many clothes on." He says as he reaches to pull the t-shirt over her head. She shivers as the cool air hits the warmth of her skin. He runs his hands over her breasts, cupping them in his hands. Taking a nipple in each hand, he rolls them between forefinger and thumbs, noting the look of pleasure on her face. "Take your pants off, and lay down on the bed, in the middle of the bed," he orders her huskily.
"Come, pet give me your hands," kissing them as he holds both of them together in one of his hands. She notices the bag for the first time as he reaches for it placing it on the bed beside her. He feels her tremors as he pulls the restraints from the bag. "I am just going to place these cuffs on your wrists. Remember my promise to you, pet, I will not hurt you. Ever."
She looks into his eyes and nods, smiling at him. Hands restrained, he raises them above her head and pulls her to him.
"Who am I?" he asks holding her face in his hand, looking into her eyes. "Who am I?"
"You are my Master."
"Who do you belong to?"
"You." She says softly. "I belong to you."
"Oh pet, is that how I have taught you to respond to me? I will ask again. Who do you belong to?"
"You, Master." She answers softly, eyes cast down. She knows her previous response has not pleased him. How could she have forgotten? They had discussed this at length. She was never to call him by his given name during these times. She was only to refer to him as Master. Looking into his eyes, she says, "I belong to you, Master."
"That is much better. Do not forget again. Now lay down, pet. I want to play."
Pulling her hands over her head, he fastens them to the headboard of the bed. He strokes her arms, running his fingers up and down them. Then using just his fingernails, he run his fingers over the insides of her arms, watching as her nipples harden. Smiling to himself, he is pleased at her response. But then she pleases him in just about everything. He feels himself harden in response to her.
Having her here like this is his fantasy. He has been planning this since he first decided she would be his, that he would be the one to awaken what lay hidden deep inside her. He thought back for a moment to when he had first seen her ad on that web site and how profoundly her words had affected him. There was an aura of innocence about her presence, combined with a simmering sensuality just below the surface. She had intrigued him from the beginning. He was not disappointed now that he had gotten to know the person behind that simple picture.
Moving to the foot of the bed, he pulls her down farther on the bed, stretching her arms out even farther. Spreading her legs, he restrains first one leg then the other to the frame of the bed. Stroking her legs, up the inside of her thighs, he watches as her shaven pussy opens and glistens.
"Ah, my pet, how you please me." Bending over, he kisses her hard, drawing her bottom lip into his mouth, biting it gently. "I want you to feel everything." Taking her drawn nipple into his mouth, he suckles, and then bites it, holding it in his teeth as he pulls and stretches it. He smiles as she bucks against the restraints, repeating the process with the other nipple. He watches her face, notes the low, gasping moans escaping her parted lips.
He is truly pleased with her responsiveness. Somehow, he knew she would be like this. He is pleased that her responses are because of him. He likes thinking that he has brought her to this point, and will take her further, still. That he is her first, the first to explore the depths her submission promises, makes all the difference to him. Smiling, always smiling, he reaches for the scarf he laid on the bed earlier as he turns to her. He watches her eyes widen and darken. He runs his hand over her head, smoothing her hair.
