It had been awhile. Since he last touched me. Circumstances dictated we behave with decorum the few times we had met recently; public displays of casual acquaintance only. A handshake here, a brief smile there; knowing we each would use the meeting as a starting off point for vivid fantasy sessions later. Tonight though, tonight was going to be all ours. He left a message at the front desk for me: "Your clothing is ready to pick up at the usual place. Thank you for your business". This message always makes me immediately blush, knowing the clothing he makes ready for me. It makes me wet and my nipples stiffen in anticipation of the torment they will soon experience.
The next two hours are long and impossibly distracted. It's good that my work for the day was completed. Nothing was going to be done now. I leave enough time to get to our spot before you. I want to be ready, as always. I let myself in and find the "clothing" he has picked for tonight's play. A smart black leather skirt that hugs my hips and is barely long enough to cover my ass cheeks. And his favorite black heels. I smile when I realize that is all he has left; we will be staying in tonight.
I go into the shower and dreamily scrub myself to prepare for any touch or taste he may take tonight. A very light scent in discrete warm places to remind him he is mine, and back to the bedroom to dress. As I am slipping the shoes on, I hear him enter the apartment. I smile and settle myself, then walk in to greet him. As I enter the room, I sink to my knees in proper supplication; hands out, palms up; head down slightly. I admit to wanting nothing more than to gaze on his face, his hands, his cock; but I remain still. He walks to where I am and touches my cheek, then moves into the play room without a word.
As I wait, I hear him moving around the room. I know he is looking at and moving items he will use tonight, but cannot be sure what he is choosing. Until, that is, he moves the leg spreader. It has a jangle of metals that is singular to it and the sound makes my already wet pussy begin to pulse. How does he always understand exactly what I need at any given moment? His sense of me is uncanny. It is why I love him so intensely. Lost in my thoughts, I miss his movement and he brings me to the present with a sharp, stinging slap of a thin crop across my breasts. I have obviously missed hearing a soft command from him and his punishment is swift and immediate. I keep my head down and work to keep the gasp of pain from escaping my lips. The wait is not long; "where are you, my pet?" he asks. "I am with you, Sir, body and soul. I am with you"
He instructs me to get up and move to the play room ahead of him. I feel his eyes on my ass as I move in front and the knowledge that the heels have lengthened my legs for him makes me want the walk to last. I know not to dawdle, but I do slow down just a bit and am rewarded with a slash of the crop on the back of the right thigh. I suck in my breath and move into the room, which is quietly lit and set up with my favorite table. I wait for his instruction; it wouldn't do for me to choose my own position. As I wait, he moves behind me and slides his fingers into my dripping pussy. He takes them out and puts them into my mouth. Before the night is through, he will have used all of me, this is how we begin.