I took deliberate care in choosing the right outfit for this night. I wanted something that was going to make you hard the moment you opened that door. It has been so long since I've seen you. Well, since I've seen you as My slave, and not as your everyday persona. I chose black for the color of this night. Black looks so good on Me, with My pale white skin, and bright red/blonde hair. So I wear a black velvet skirt, black fitted soft cotton shirt, black lace bra, matching black lace garter belt and panties, and something to really drive you wild. I spent half an hour picking out the right black fishnet thigh highs and black lace up leather high heels. I have not worn anything on My legs before, but you have told Me your fetish of tights and heels.
I told you I'd be there by eleven. But I took so long in preparing for tonight, I didn't arrive until eleven thirty. I knocked firmly on the door, and I could hear you jump up from your chair to answer. I think you started to doubt whether I was coming. Of course, I was half tempted not to come as it was, you've been very neglectful lately. Two months since you've served is two months too long. I think once I leave you, you begin to doubt your worthiness, so you don't contact Me. I intend to punish you for that, but that's a little later.
You look at Me in the darkness. I'm standing right outside the door, I haven't even entered yet. The sight of you already makes Me damp. I take great delight in your body. You open the door wider, and I step through. I hug you, and feel the hardness I knew should be there. It pushes forward yet more as you take a deep breath in my hair.
You tell Me you have a few things to set up, so it will be a few minutes. I take a seat on the couch, and watch you as you busy around the room, putting things away, getting the area cleared of the necessities of your job.
I'm always amazed you have Me come to this building, where you work. But I think you like the memories I give you here. Work doesn't seem as boring when all you have to do is look around, and remember who you are to Me.
Finally, all is set. You turn to Me, kneel before Me on the floor and compliment My wardrobe.
I tell you I took special pains tonight, I wanted the best response from you. You blush and grin at Me. The blush deepens as you realize I'm staring at the straining bulge in your pants. You start to remove your clothing, knowing I require your body naked and open to Me. You know My clothing rarely is removed.
As I move in to start My exploration and subjugation of your body, you whisper one thing. "Mistress, I have one request."
"Yes?" I respond.
"Mistress, I cannot be marked anywhere it will show tonight, I have family coming."
I nod my head yes, and tell you that no marks should be visible, and you will be able to sit, but I expect some marks will be painful in the shower. You shiver deliciously at that.
By this point, I'm done with speech. I pull your head back with your slightly curly hair and plunge into your mouth. You gasp with the force of this first kiss. It really has been too long since I've had you. I scrape my lips against your slight stubble, delighting in the decided MALENESS of your kisses. Your tongue thrusts against Mine, and I suck at it, pulling it deeper into My hot wet mouth.
