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.
I want to devour you, my passion is so strong. I pull back and look at your dazed face. Without any warning, My hand comes up and slaps you, first one side, then the other. Your body jerks with reaction. Your eyes are glazing over as you head deeper into subspace.
I love watching you slide out of your control. Your body loosens, and your hands move behind your back and clasp your ankles. Without conscious thought, you've assumed your sub position. You are such a natural, beautiful slave. I delight in it so much. Your cock is straining up and away from your body.
We've been kissing for about five minutes now. I push you back on your heels and grab your hand. I ask you how you like My new stockings. I picked them out just for you. Your eyes try to focus on my legs. I love my legs. They are my favorite feature other than my bright blue eyes. My legs look gorgeous in the fishnets. I'm only 5'2, but the fishnets elongate them, and accentuate my calf muscles.
You look at Me as you reach to touch Me. I nod My head in acquiescence, and you sigh as the very tips of your fingers graze My flesh. My head falls back as I delight in the worship your fingers give to My legs. You stroke Me from My knee down My calf and over the lacing of My shoes to the tip of My toes. I tell you to feel the skirt, and you groan as you feel the velvet. The mix of textures is driving you wild, and I see a drop of precum develop on your cock.
I feel your arms start to wrap around My leg, and your head bends to kiss and lick them. You are in full worship, kissing the tips of My shoes. You kiss your way back up My inner leg, until you kiss past My knee and you suddenly breathe VERY deeply. You can smell My sex, and your hands clench My thighs, bruising them slightly.
I grab your hair and pull your face deep into My pussy, the panties the only thing blocking you from your temple. You groan, and I feel your hot breath wash over my now dripping pussy. I know your face must feel the dampness, and I pull you roughly back, knocking you almost over. You struggle to catch your balance.
