This erotica story was from a task Xander gave me to do, it is only the first part and not the full story, that you can't have but enjoy this as a teasing taster...
It had been something I needed and couldn't believe it was going to happen tonight, fear of a fantasy about to come true.
Earlier in the evening I had washed myself vigorously, making I sure I focused on all my favourite areas.
Now here in this darkened room, on all fours, I shivered as I kept myself in the position expected of me, to be gazed upon me when they entered, a sub with a desperately horny pussy, head down on my hands and knees.
I couldn't resist glancing risky stares around the room, a camera and tripod were already stationed, toys that looked menacing in the candle lights flickering glow along with other disturbing devices I knew deep in my heart I was going to enjoy, no matter the pain.
The latch of the old wooden door made a clunk and I quickly ensured my pose was correct and most importantly, that my head was facing the floor. That I would bow my head in respect and submission as a greeting.
I could hear low chatter that was hard to hear but I recognised one voice, just one and that was enough for my back to lose its elegance as the shiver tried to beg me in trouble with twisted pleasure. I managed to fight it and keep my pose as Xander's voice slowly came in, each footstep that started to get closer caused my cunt to give a little teasing throb, the anticipation already making my pussys juices lubricate, preparing itself.
I wondered though, who Xander had spoken to and then more footsteps could be heard entering the room.
"You are not allowed to look up yet is that clear?" was my greeting from Xander.
"Yes Master" I sighed, voice already husky, I hadn't even noticed my throat had dried so badly.
I could hear a faint giggle and manly grunts as what I do not know, I could not see, yet sounded though furniture was being moved and what sounded like chains being rattled.
The room had a slight chill which I had already noticed my nipples had perked but they seemed to engorge when the chain made a rather metallic clunk, that long slivering clunk, clunk as it rattled coldy in a pile just in my view.
The last of my body heat ebbed away save for what my cunt was keeping. At least that part of me knew how to stay composed.
Willing.
Needing.