As the light spills through the opening door, all that can be seen is the silhouette of a female form, the golden and red hues of the sunset at her back. With a sigh, she closes the door and flips the switch on the wall. The sudden illumination causes her to blink, revealing the inside world around her. A simply furnished front hall of the house, complete with a table by the door where she sets her keys and purse. She stands tall in her heels, a mane of silken tresses the color of fire billowing around her face with a tamed wildness, befitting one who just finished a long day at the office. Her hazel eyes twinkle in the glow of the lamp as her soft voice rings out in the air as she looks around. Stretching her neck, her long coppery curls flowing around her head like a mane, "Darling, I'm home, where are you?"
In answer, a lyrical male voice beckons from the room off to the side of the entry hall. "I'm in here, my love. Come join me, I have a surprise for you." There is a hint of mirth in his voice as he speaks, an unspoken laugh clearly there.
With a smile she strides there, her hips moving in a seductive walk she saves only for him. The heels of her stilettos clack on the hardwood floor. Her form sways with a divine quality, that of a perfectly voluptuous woman. The black knee length skirt rustles around her womanly curves, topped with a simple white blouse and deep navy jacket, covering her ample charms. A smile forms on her glistening and soft lips as she wonders what he has in store for her. Making her way into the familiar room, she finds it pitch black, and moves to the center, to tug on the chain of the light of the ceiling fan.
"No, my love, close your eyes. And don't turn on the light." Her hand is stopped in mid reach by his own from the darkness. Her smile widens as she feels his touch, and closes her hazel eyes.
"All right...but it had better be worth it to not see my love yet." A smirk crosses her face as he takes her hand and leads her to the far wall of the dark room, and backs her against the wall.
Laughing he takes her hands and places them above her head, "Oh, it most certainly will be." Without even a moment of hesitation, he slaps a fur lined leather cuff around her right wrist, tightening it and the attached rope holding it in place.
The startled gasp in her voice suddenly mirrors the distress in her face. She struggles slightly and tugs at the bindings on her arm. His strong hands make short work of binding the other one similarly. Her voice is soft, with the emergence of a sultry southern accent, "And what are you going to do to lil' ole me, my good man?"
A chuckle fills her ears as his lips move in to caress her ears, his voice silken and seductive, with a hint of steel in it, "I am going to have my way with my slave, that is what I am going to do. I shall take my slut's body and use it, as it is my right. And not even your sexy voice will stop me!" His hand holds her cheek as his lips quickly claim hers, kissing her with a hungry passion, his tongue sliding over and between her lips to find her own.
With a whimper of arousal, she feels her knees weaken at the proclamation, trembling at his touch, her body writhing and undulating against him as she melts to his lips. Her voice is meek now, back to its original mode, but much more subdued now as she breaks the kiss. "Master wishes to use his slut for his pleasure?"
Licking over her lips as she breaks the kiss, he laughs softly and pulls the cord on the light. Resisting the urge to peek, she just tugs weakly against the bonds, realizing she is trapped, but not giving up yet. His voice is commanding, but still soft as he calls to her, "Open your eyes, slave of mine, and see what your Master has in store for you."
Slowly opening her eyes, she can see him before her. He stands quietly, his arms folded over his chest. His tall frame, just a few inches above six feet is almost perfectly still as she looks at him. His statuesque body seems to glow in the light, his dark brown hair framing his face in a flowing cascade going past his shoulders. His practically hazel eyes have slight blue tint to them as he grins with a predatory smile. A neatly trimmed mustache and beard add to his evil look as his teeth just barely peek out. To her delight, she can see that he is dressed only in the kilt that she made for him so many years ago. Licking her lips as she notes that in his hand, is his vicious looking hunting knife, curved and shining in the dim light.
Moving closer, he takes the end of the blade and slides it over her cheek, letting her feel the cold steel caressing her flesh, eliciting another gasp from her body as her breath comes in heavier and heavier. Tracing down her cheek and over her neck, he moves the blade to her shoulder and begins to slowly slice through the fabric of the jacket. Moving from shoulder to wrist, letting it begin to fall carelessly off her form, held around her waist by only a few buttons. With a quick slice, he moves the steel instrument back down and removes the offending buttons, letting the garment hang off her other arm. A tremble courses through her body as she feels herself slowly being exposed to him, panting slightly with moans punctuating her excitement. Repeating the same leisurely slice along the remaining arm from shoulder to wrist, he finally lets the jacket fall to the floor, pooling at her feet and leans in to kiss on her exposed neck.
Groaning at the teasing he is giving her, she can't help but wriggle against him, enjoying the feel of his lips on her tender freckled flesh. As he continues to enjoy her flesh, the blade starts its work cutting free each of the buttons on the blouse. His lips follow the path of the blade on the flesh beneath, starting at the bottom. Each button hitting the floor with a pronounced plink as his mouth explores her chest, until finally all are gone. Letting her ample curves push their way out, still constrained by the lacy bra below, his lips move back on her neck. Without missing a beat, he cuts the same pattern all the way up along each arm in turn. Exposing all of the carpet of her perfectly freckled shoulders, till the white silken fabric joins the jacket in tatters on the floor at her feet.
Her lust filled gaze into his eyes tells him that she is fully under his power now as she whispers, "Please Master, use your slut, take her body, she belongs to you!"
He grins but doesn't acknowledge it any more, and moves to cut the straps on the shoulders of the bra, allowing her globes to sink a little from their own impressive size. Winking, he slices the center of the bra, letting it fall to the floor, completely freeing her creamy rounded flesh, the exotic freckles continuing down to them as well. Leaning down, he takes one of the candy pink nipples into his mouth, sucking it hard, and flicks it with his tongue. Groaning as he samples her, pressing her chest forward in offering to his enjoyment. She quivers, her body reacting to the arousal, the heat in her body rising rapidly. Nibbling a little more on her nipple, he licks it one more time before he moves over to work on the other one, the blade now pushing down and slicing her skirt off her in a quick motion, dropping at her feet.
Looking up into her eyes as he suckles deeply on the second nipple, he releases it and starts to kiss lower, sliding the blade over each side of her now moistened lacy white panties. Cutting each side to the hip, they fall to the floor. Standing there, restrained and naked, she shivers from the excitement of being exposed and helpless, her fragrant juices dripping down her thighs. His lips continue to dance over her flesh, moving towards this moisture until he finds himself level with her slick and shaven mound. Sliding his fingers over her bare lips, his tongue follows and darts out to caress and expose her clit, first flicking it back and forth as she moans and bucks against him. Her thighs parting more, she whispers hungrily as she gazes down at him. "Yes Master! My cunt is yours!"
His tongue presses in further, parting her folds as it teases her sensitive nub with a practiced touch, his own eyes looking up into hers, shining with delight as the fire burns brighter in his gaze. Sliding his hands up and down her thighs, he continues caressing and stroking the flesh as she fights against the restraints, the whole time her legs open further, spreading wider with her need to have him explore her. His tongue continues to tease her clit, moving it around faster and with more force as his hands glide back up to cup her ample breasts. The blushing on her folds is bright from her arousal, the same pink as her nipples and glistening from the moisture. Her body arches forward against this renewed touch, eager to fill his hands with her ripe flesh, as her strained voice fills the air. "Please Master, suck your slut's clit! Possess my body with your tongue, Master!" The musical quality of her voice fills the air along with her moans, her passions and body strummed like a finely tuned instrument. He brings her excitement to a perfect crescendo.