The mall was crowded this evening. She could tell by the cars that filled every slot in the parking lot. A glance over at Him told her that He was getting irritated at not finding a space right away. Oh how she knew He hated to wait. The heat of the summer night clung to her tanned skin as she scanned the lot for a space. As she looked, her thoughts ran back to earlier in the day. A grin spread over her features and a blush rose from her chest all the way up through her face.
When they got home from their daily walk, she was exhausted. Sometimes she feared that she wouldn't be able to keep up with her Master. His tall frame afforded His legs to stretch and glide with each step. On the other hand, her small body only allowed her two steps for every one of His. She struggled to keep up at times, but jogged if she had to endure the pace. Once back at the house, she panted as she stretched her weary limbs.
As He did the same, His eyes never stopped watching her with interest. "Did that wear you out?" He snickered.
Through labored breaths, she nodded. "Yes Master, You certainly were quick today. I wondered if I would be able to catch You or if I would have to settle for eating Your dust."
She laughed as her breathing returned to a somewhat normal state. She bent down to give her strong calves a full stretch. Pulling her breasts tightly to her knees, she felt His long fingers wind around her ponytail. With a jerk, He pulled her head to look up at Him from low in her position.
"You look so good when you're trying to keep up with Me, and even better all sweaty and bent over in such a way."
Adding a hard slap to her high held ass with His open palm, He continued, "But now it's time you showered. I have plans for us this evening, and I can't have you looking all overexerted the way you do."
Another three smacks signaled His command ended as she winced with the stinging flush of pain.
"Yes Master, I shall not be long."
She didn't dare ask what His intentions were for tonight since her words would have been caught in her throat anyhow. His hand still held fast in her hair, He pulled her upright to brush His lips on hers. She wanted so to linger there, but as He released her, she rushed off without delay.
The first burst of hot water soothed her skin until she turned around. A squeal popped out of her mouth from the heat combining with the fire gracing her rosy lower cheeks. Her hands softly rubbed the feeling to pass. Slipping the soap around each crevice and curve, she hummed softly. He loved the way her melodies echoed off of the tiled walls. She didn't know the tune that escaped, but it sounded light and airy. As the shampoo dripped into her wet palm, she smiled. Her life was good and it was all because she was His. Small moments to herself like this gave her the chance to reflect on her fortune to be His submissive. Nowhere in the world would she rather be than in His house, in His service, in His life.
The shampoo clung to each finger that she rubbed to lathering foam. Her hands ran through each strand of hair until all were coated and soapy. Her eyes were closed tight in fear of getting the dripping bubbles into them. Since her humming increased in volume to compensate for the blasting water, she didn't hear Him enter the bathroom. He rolled up His sleeve and reached inside the steaming fog. One hand crept neatly behind the shower door to caress the still red handprint on her ass. His palm rubbed until it perfectly matched the imprint, and then He squeezed hard. The skin pinched in His powerful grasp while she gasped and nearly opened her eyes.
He cooed, "Just wanted to see what sort of print it left after the hot water soaked it love. I heard your sweet humming and had to have a listen. I'm off to the other room, but please continue your song so I may listen through the partly open door."
She smiled toward the sound of His voice since her eyes were pressed shut tight against the soap. He then turned and left. A sigh from her followed His exit. Figuring she had washed her hair enough, she rinsed and leaned against the wall. Water jetted from the spout, calming her enough to step out.
As she wrapped her body in the large soft bath towels, she heard Him riffling through her closet. He was grumbling something about not finding what He searched for. She wasn't sure if she should offer help or not, and decided to leave Him to it. He would yell for her if He needed assistance. As she combed the knots from her long dark brown soaking wet tresses, she again hummed a soft new tune. She started the blow drier and held it to her head. Each strand blew wildly around until she moved it to another section.
When she turned it off, she heard Him bellow, You're clothes are laid out for you. Get them on and leave your hair down tonight. You know how I like it. I'm off to shower now. Be ready before I finish."
She called after the closing door, "Yes Master, thank You, I will."
Lotion squirted out from the long bottle into her palm. She held it to her nose and inhaled deeply the warm vanilla sugar scent. It was new ~ a gift from Him since He knew how she so loved vanilla. He knew her so well. She smoothed it on every inch of her flesh and again hummed a familiar tune. When finished, she brushed her teeth and cleaned up behind her.
She traipsed out to the bedroom to find His favorite sundress lying across her pillow as if she were once in it and somehow evaporated ... leaving only the dress behind. She quickly noted that no stockings, no panties, no bra and no garter were to be found, only the dress and a pair of blue heels. Those heels matched the thin-strapped dress to perfection. She smiled at His taste and slipped it over her damp form. On her pillow, a thin band of gold laid waiting. Upon it, a tiny heart dangled engraved with the words, My pet. She loved seeing that there. She stood before the full length mirrors to check the dress's fit. It clung just so in all the right spots. Flaring out with a dancing outfit style, she twirled to see it fly above her hips and reveal her neatly shaven mound beneath. She twirled faster and faster until she heard His applause boom out from behind her. He chuckled and crossed to her.
Taking her in His arms as the room spun before her, He said, "You are indeed a vision in that dress My darling. How that color brings out the sparkle in your blue eyes. Just perfect."
The hot flames of a blush crept up her body as she whispered, "Thank You. You do have excellent taste anyhow, I appreciate the compliment."
His hands glided up her waist to her ample breasts. He took one in each hand and dug His fingers in through the thin material. She flinched, but only slightly as she sighed.
It was then that her dizziness subsided enough to take in His appearance to which she added, "And You look simply scrumptious this evening Master." His khaki pants and crisp white shirt gave His frame a relaxed, yet forceful appearance. She licked her lips and smiled wide.
As she stood before Him, her eyes scanned over His handsome face. She could only stare in awe at the silent power He exuded just with a look. While she concentrated on Him, she nearly fell to her knees in surrender as if He had already willed it to be. He took one of her hands in His and flung her away in a spin. As she danced outward, He immediately pulled her back in and twisted one arm up behind her as a thief in a dark alley would.
He growled down to her, "Just hold still." Her breath caught half way out, as she held stone still.
He pushed her body over to the freshly made bed and forced her face down on it. Her head lay to the side so she could breath, and the sheets let off a crisp airy scent. She could feel Him still holding her in place with His one single hand. It let go long enough to run up her side and caress along the outer edge of her left breast. Suddenly, she heard a loud click. She started to turn her head toward the noise, but instead felt His hand on her cheek.
"Just lay still my sweetness. Just lie still."
The calming tone of His voice lent her relaxation. Her body lost all of its rigid tenseness. One finger lifted underneath of her arm to pull it above her head. Cold steel replaced His warm finger on her wrist. The realization came too late ~ cuffs. He had cuffed her hand to the bedpost. Both ankles followed the other arm in restraint. With her body spread wide open in glorious splendor before Him, she tested each of her bonds. All held fast.
"Lift your head for me. I really don't want to muss your hair right now."
She raised it as far as she possibly could and looked at what He held. One blood red rose stemmed from His outstretched hand. Its petals were perfectly flawless. The scent drew into her as He moved it nearer to her face. The very tip softly danced down her closed eyelids and over her nose. She inhaled its heavenly fragrance as it moved down her lips. She laid her head back on the quilted blanket and sighed. Her Master skillfully moved it down her shoulder and over each blade in turn. It ran over the thin fabric and bounced along the back of her thigh. His free hand bunched up the skirting around her waist. She felt His hot breath so near to her legs that she trembled involuntarily.
"This rose and its sweet scent have nothing on the musky scent of your desperate lust My little slut."
She smiled deeply to herself as His hands followed the rose's scant trail on her flesh. It ran over and over the inside and outside of her thighs until it dipped up inside the heat between her legs. A gasp slipped out as the rose danced along her freshly dewed folds. He laid the flower on the roundness of her ass cheeks with its thorny stem pricking lightly into her tender skin.
"Don't move or the thorns will dig into the bare skin back here."
She held her breath, and with gentle brute force, He pushed a finger deep inside her wetness. It took everything she had to hold ever still. He fucked it deeper to the last knuckle and held it there for a painstakingly long time. The finger slid out enough for Him to add a second, then a third. He probed her depth with soft grunts coupled with heavy sighs. The gliding of His fingers gave rise to moans from deep within her core. He never stopped the slow motions.
She felt her body temperature rising with the flames of wanton need begging to be quenched. Her body began to twitch without her bidding it to do so. He growled down at her. The rose wobbled on her ass. Something told her that if that rose fell to the cushion of the bed, she would be in for it. He increased pace, pushing her farther and farther toward the edge of that sensual submissive cliff. With pulse racing, she concentrated only on holding still. However, her body betrayed her and jolted from the bed for only a split second. The rose spilled from it's soft resting place as it rolled down pricking her skin here and there. As she turned her head to look at Him, He gave an evil smile.
