She awoke naked, the way she fell asleep, to the sensation of her breasts being stroked, her nipples being fondled, and her bottom being delicately massaged.
She rolled over and gave her Master a proper morning greeting, as their tongues intertwined and their naked bodies pressed fully together. She was especially pleased with her Master today, for he had invited her to lunch near his office at one of her favorite restaurants.
Later that morning she made her way downtown, dressed in a slim black dress and matching pumps, her hair flowing down her neck. She wore neither a bra nor panties nor stockings, as her Master had instructed that day. She looked stunning, and received a number of admiring looks and glances in her direction from the men on the street.
She was to meet her Master at his office first, and took the elevator straight to his floor after she arrived at his building. She smiled at the receptionist and proceeded directly to his office where he greeted her with a warm hug and deep kiss.
"Hungry?" she asked, as she thought of her favorite restaurant and hoped they would soon be on their way.
"Yes, indeed," her Master replied, and, whispering in her ear told her, "you look good enough to eat. In fact, that is exactly what I am going to do. Now remove your clothing."
She was a bit apprehensive about removing her clothing in her Master's office, but complied and slid her dress off her body directly to the floor. The fear that someone might walk in oh her gave rise to goose pimples all over her naked figure, accentuating her lovely feminine curves.
He stepped forward and she saw her Master held a leather collar in his hand, causing her body to tingle ever more greatly. He slipped the collar round her neck, and the scent of the strong leather mixed with his cologne as he kissed her deeply on her open lips.
He ran his tongue to her ear, and whispered softly, "Whom do you belong to?"
Her body tensed as she murmured, "My Master."
He kissed her again and stroked her hair, and looked at her so lovingly. "Good," he replied, and removed four leather cuffs from his desk and proceeded to clasp one on each of her wrists and ankles.
Thus bound, he gently led her to the side of his desk, and she felt a hand reach under her and spread her wide legs apart.
"Bend over and place your arms directly in front of you," he instructed, and she leaned over the desk and pressed her body on the cold of the oak desk.
Her nipples hardened as the chill of the wood moved up and down her chest. She let out a slight moan.
In short time he had bound each ankle to a leg of the desk, spreading her legs and bottom wide. Likewise, he had bound each wrist to a rope that attached from the far side of the desk, which was hidden when she first entered the room.
She was completely bound from head to toe: her arms tightly held in front of her head; her collar clasped firmly round her, rubbing against the desk and emanating a strong leather scent that filled her nose and mind; her breasts pressed into the wooden desk, and her hardened nipples pressed even more strongly; her body at almost a perfect ninety-degree angle; and her legs spread wide at her ankles, exposing her helpless bottom and moistening pussy.
He moved behind her and pressed his body against hers. She could tell that he was hard for her as he moved closer and gently moved his body forward and kissed the back of her neck.
He whispered in her ear, "you belong to me," and the sensation of his tongue made her body tense.
