She stood in front of him, only wearing a thong, her hands at her sides, eyes down. He slowly walked towards her, she reminded him of a frightened doe. He stopped in front of her, his hand slowly caressing her cheek, slowly trailing down her neck. She shivered, and he smiled.
"Look at me." He request quietly.
Slowly she raises her eyes, looking into his intense green ones. She slowly starts to relax, the tension that was in her slowly leaving. She moves almost imperceptibly, but he is watching her so intently that he can see her relaxing. The hands not quite so stiff, the stance not so rigid. It usually took her a few minutes to relax when she came to him.
"Put your hands up behind your neck, time for inspection."
She puts her hands behind her neck linking her fingers together. Looking straight ahead, her feet spread apart, she awaits his touch.
He again, gently touches her cheek, his hand trailing down to her neck, over her chest to her nipples. He grabs her nipples, twisting and pinching them. Pulling them harder She tries not to flinch but is unsuccessful. The next tug is softer. He puts one hand on her neck, the other hand trails down her stomach, to the front of her thong, where he cups her pussy with his hand, while gently rubbing his thumb on her clit. She moans softly, pushing her pussy against his hand. Looking into her eyes, he can see her desire, feel her wetness building between her legs. He smiles; knowing how much she will be giving as the night goes on.
He stepped back, and he could see her struggling with her desire. He moved to stand behind her, once again trailing his fingertips down her body. He gently pushes her forward so she is bent over. His hand rests on her ass for a moment, before he gently squeezes.
"Spread your legs wider."
She does as he request, feeling herself blush like she normally does. He pulls her cheeks apart, moving aside the material of the thong; he gently rubs her anus. She moans, as his hand slips down to her pussy.
"Stand up, and you can put your hands down." He instructs as he steps away from her. She can see him moving out of the corner of her eye, but doesn't dare look to see what he is doing. He places a chair in front of her, then lays a flogger across the seat.
"Give me your hands, with your wrist together"
She puts her arms out in front of her, and he binds her wrist together, not tight enough to cut off her circulation, but tight enough to where she can't move. He places a blindfold over her eyes, making sure she can't see.
"Is that comfortable?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Kneel down."
She kneels before him, wondering what he has planned for her tonight.
He strokes his hand down her hair, pulling it back as he gets to the end. His lips crush hers, making her whimper with the intensity.
"Now little one, like usual you have your two safe words available. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Tonight I plan to increase the intensity of our sceneing. Remember; if you need to stop you can safe word. I don't want you frightened."
"Yes, Sir." She whispers as her heart starts pounding and her palms get sweaty.
"Relax, don't get all tense again. Haven't I promised you that I won't permanently harm you?"
"Yes, Sir, you have."
"Now, I'm going to bend you over the table, your hands will be secured, but I will leave your feet free."
"All right Sir."
"Stand up and I'll assist you to the table."
She stands, and he gently guides her to the table.
"Bend forward, and put your arms up."
She bends at the waist, stretching her arms so that her torso is flat on the table. She hears the click of a clasp being closed. She moves her hips a little to get more comfortable. She can hear him moving around getting various things. She took some deep calming breaths, willing herself to relax. She jumped when he lightly smacked her ass with his hand.
