I sit at the baby grand piano, lid down, positioned in the very centre of the spacious living room. Floor to ceiling window panes all around the east and north walls of the room fill the space with natural light. Fingers of sunlight pierce through the dense foliage of the conifers in the garden, reflecting off of the polished top of the Bechstein, my pride and joy. I'm in a mood. No particular reason, just one of those days. My long fingers extract a dark, brooding melody from the keys.
The minor key fills the room, dripping melancholy, disturbing the demon residing in the darkness of my mind. The door opens, and you glide in, ethereal in your beauty, wearing a silk robe. Your shimmering blonde hair falls over your shoulders with an effortless elegance.
Normally you are quick to sense my moods, and today it's especially easy due to the gloomy music swelling around the piano. You walk behind me, and wrap your arms around me, your soft breasts resting on my shoulders, and I lean my head back into them. Sighing deeply, the comfort of your touch calms me a little, and my fingers continue to dance across the keyboard in front of me. You lean down, and kiss my neck, sucking on it a little, before biting down, a cheeky little nip, making my head jerk forwards.
I growl at you, as my fingers strike discordantly at the keys, interrupting the flow of the piece I am playing. You walk back past me to the other end of the piano and I land a stinging blow on your arse as you slide past. You stop dead, turn towards me, a wicked glint in your eye, the wildcat inside suddenly awake. You drop your robe off of your shoulders and onto the floor, determined to distract me. You're wearing nothing underneath apart from the emerald green panties you slept in last night.
Your breasts are soft and heavy, perky nipples winking at me, pulling my focus from the music as I ruin another cadence. You lean on the lid of the piano, and I tense up. Your elbows rest on the polished walnut, and my hackles rise. There are two things in this house, and only two that you are not allowed to touch. Yourself, without my permission, and the piano. My visible frustration merely provokes the animal inside you, the fire in your eyes flaring up.
I watch in disbelief, shooting you 'the look', like a warning shot being fired across your bow, and you stare right back at me, as you begin to mount the lid of the piano. Lithe, and catlike, you climb up onto the lid, spreading your legs before my eyes. My playing is getting rougher, more missed notes, a combination of my anger, and my arousal. You silently mouth the word "oops" at me, wide innocent eyes, as you pull your green underwear to the side, exposing the pretty flower hiding beneath them.
Your finger slides between your pink lips, and you lean your head back in pleasure, a quiet sigh escaping your lips. This is the last straw. You have gone too far.
I stand up, and grab you down from the lid of the piano. Dragging you roughly from the living room, and into the playroom. You have woken up the beast that was lurking inside me. The darkness and gloom now ready to manifest itself in some much needed discipline.
Your skin reacts to the anticipation of what is coming. You smile smugly, for this is what you wanted, this is what you need, and you know it's what I need too. "Get those panties off, NOW!" I command. Silently you comply, knowing now is not the time for words.
I gesture towards the Horse in the middle of the room, "on your back slut", watching approvingly as you lay on the black, vinyl coated fabric, your legs tucked up under you, your hands stretched above your head, making your back arch and your breasts protrude proudly.
Stepping forwards, I swiftly and expertly strap you down, one strap over the tops of your thighs, one across your hips, and one over your abdomen, just under the swell of your breasts. Finally, I cuff your hands together above your head, testing the restraints, and lightly slapping your exposed boobs, a very tiny taste of what's to come. "Tell me slut, what are the only two things in this house that you are forbidden to touch?"
I give you a stony stare while I wait for your response. "Sir's Pussy, without permission, and Sir's Piano" You whine.
