Quickening
"Please understand, Milady," Mark said holding onto the bands, holding her gaze with his eyes. "If you chose to wear the bands, the only limit is my imagination. Your limits are whatever I decide they are. No questions. No complaints. No refusal...unless you choose to end the game." Michelle took the bands from him, exposed the adhesive and attached them to her wrists.
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As instructed, Michelle had stashed her bags in the bathroom, and got to work. His instructions were the typical "prepare yourself" that he always issued for heavy play. She usually wound up getting a few swats for taking longer than 30 minutes, but Michelle was ahead of him this time. Today's long lunch covered the manicure, pedicure, and waxing. All she had left to do was shower and lotion. The honey and almond body cream he so loved left her skin soft, smooth, and delightfully sweet. She used nothing artificial or chemical. Every part of her body had only natural moisturizers and her own scent. Just the way he liked it.
The whole process took less than 20 minutes, giving her plenty of time to explore the room. The entire room was perhaps the size of a small 1 bedroom apartment, every wall and door mirrored. Michelle shuddered, seeing her 35 year old naked imperfection reflected everywhere she turned. Along the wall by the entry was a counter running the length of the wall, ending where the clear glass shower wall began. The counter held a microwave, a coffee maker, and a wet bar. A small refrigerator stood beneath the counter. The seating area was placed directly across from the entry, 6 feet from the bed, which was 6 feet from the jacuzzi. The loveseat was deeply cushioned and padded on the front, back, and armless sides. Metal D rings were sown into the upholstery along the base on the front and sides of the loveseat. The overstuffed chair with ottoman had D rings sown around the sides of the ottoman, and along the arms, down the front and across the back of the chair. There were 2 inch eyehooks screwed into the platform of the king sized bed. Michelle counted 10 on each side and 8 at the foot. She stood on the bed and was able to touch the hook in the mirrored ceiling. She knew it wouldn't be used as she was sure she and Mark exceeded the weight limit. The 2 person jacuzzi had a hand shower massager and the usual warning against bubble bath and bath oils. The a glass enclosed steam shower had a similar shower head with a hose of at least 12 feet. The low wooden bench was bolted to the floor along 1 wall of the of the 6 by 12 foot enclosure. More D rings and eyehooks along the bench and on the 2 mirrored walls.
At the 25 minute mark, Michelle's eye was drawn again to the large paper shopping bag. She knew enough not to take anything out, but she pulled back on the handle just enough to see several brown boxes, and what looked like a packing slip with Asian characters across the top. There were several numbers with checks beside them. There were no descriptions or prices. She took the slip out of the bag to see when the items arrived and where they were shipped to. Mark's office, of course. When her cell phone rang, she quickly returned the slip to the bag, and ran to answer.
"Greetings, Sir." Michelle said, trying to keep the tension out of her voice.
"When we hang up, immediately put down your phone. Go and unlock the door, then take 5 steps back and prepare for inspection. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." She answered. At the click, she laid the phone on the counter, ran to unlock the door, and began counting 5 backward steps. At the 5th step, the door opened and her husband entered carrying a large brown bag, and smelling vaguely Italian. He smiled at her as he turned to place the bag on the counter.
"Please remain as you are, Milady." he said. "Eyes front, and do not move."
Michelle stood at attention. Feet apart, back straight, eyes forward. She listened to Mark wash his hands, lay dinner out on the ottoman, and then slowly walk around the room. Her mind raced wondering what he might have noticed out of place. She'd been careful to return the packing slip to the bag, and hadn't touched anything else in the room.
He stepped into her field of vision, smiling. She stood still as he took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly. He lifted her chin and tasted her neck. Touched his lips to her right shoulder, slowly moving his tongue down to her armpit. On her left side, he tasted her forearm, and the crook of her elbow, and her wrist, and the spaces between her fingers. At her breasts, he lingered on each nipple, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. He circled her navel with his tongue, and she felt his breath on her hairless mound, his tongue barely grazing her engorged clitoris. He placed sharp bites down her thighs, and gentle kisses on the backs of her knees.
Standing behind her, Mark deeply inhaled the spicy fragrance of her hair. "Are you truly well prepared, Milady?" he whispered, tasting her ear and the back of her neck.
"Yes, Sir." Michelle answered evenly. The slightest tremor in her voice would be seen as a sign of weakening. The bites placed on her back made her shudder, and when his right hand moved down her buttocks and between her thighs, she parted her legs to accommodate him.
