She stood before him and disrobed as she did every day. She did not hurry but neither was she leisurely about it. As she removed and carefully folded or hung up each piece of clothing, the shell, the armor, the protection that she wore each day to protect her from the world peeled away with it. But instead of feeling vulnerable or afraid, she felt peaceful and relaxed because he was there. She knew, in every possible way and every possible place within her, that he would care for her, protect her, cherish her in every possible way.
When she was naked, she glanced up at him and could not help but smile. He smiled back as she knelt before him. She picked up her collar from the small table next to his chair and held it up to him in both hands, lowering her head. She saw her skin glow in the dim candlelight and let the last strains of the song playing finish before she spoke.
"I offer myself to you willingly and with joy in my heart. I give myself to you completely: body, mind, and soul."
He took the collar from her and fastened it around her neck. She shuddered as she felt the feeling wash over her, every bit as intense as it had been the first time. He leaned down and kissed her on the head.
"Thank you, pet."
He lifted her head with a finger under her chin and kissed her forehead.
"Are you ready, pet?"
"Yes, Master. May I please have my spanking, Master?"
"Yes, pet."
He shifted forward in the chair so that she could lay across his lap. She climbed across and positioned herself comfortably and sighed contentedly as she felt his hand on her bare bottom. He caressed and stroked it slowly for a few seconds before speaking again.
"Why am I spanking you, pet?"
"Because I am yours and you want to, Master. To remind me of my place, Master." She paused ever so slightly and sighed in happiness. "Because I want you to, Master."
He raised his hand and brought it down sharply, the slap like a spike driven through the quiet in the room. A small noise escaped her as the blow released what little tensions and inhibitions she had carried here with her.
"One. Thank you, Master."
They continued the ritual. Tonight, he stopped at 27, apparently satisfied with the shade of pink her skin was at that point. She slid down and knelt between his legs, looking up into his eyes. She saw something there tonight, something slightly out of place. Just a little bit of distraction.
"May I pleasure you, Master? May I please suck your cock?"
"Yes, pet. I would like that."
He leaned back and she deftly pulled his cock out and breathed in deeply. Breathing in his scent made her head swim as badly as if it were paint fumes but in a slightly different way. It energized and excited her and her mouth began to water at the thought of having him inside of it. She stroked him slowly as his cock quickly stiffened to its full size in her hand. She started by making long, slow strokes with her tongue across his balls then gently sucking one, then the other, then both, into her mouth, suckling them softly. When he let out a soft moan, she could not help but moan in response. Her greatest joy was his pleasure and she was proud and happy when she could give him so much that it escaped his carefully control.
Slowly, with her tongue curved around the shaft, she began to lick up and down its length, her hand resting at its base to hold it upright. The head glistened in the candlelight as she swirled her tongue around it, stroking it slowly at the same time. She wanted to go slowly, to prolong this part but her throat felt empty and longing so she lowered her mouth quickly, engulfing his cock and shaking her head slightly to work it as deep and far as it would go.
This apparently awakened something in him as he grabbed ahold of her head with both hands and thrust into her, making her gag. His breath became heavy as he roughly moved her head up and down on his cock, forcing her to fuck her face on it. A moment of panic washed into joy as she became his object of animal pleasure. The heavy breathing became a growl as his hips began to rise from the chair with every push of her head downward. She let go of his cock and moved her hands behind her back to allow herself to be more fully nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. Her mind, her heart, her body, every part of her realizing its purpose and deepest desire.
She was so lost in herself that it was almost a shock when the thrusting and shoving stopped suddenly and he muffled his cry, pushing her head down again. Her hands flew up to his thighs to push herself up slightly so she didn't gag but mostly because she wanted to taste him. She wanted every part of him for herself, the rich scent of his body, the firm feel of his muscles, the indescribable taste of his cum. She sucked and licked, savoring it. When his hands fell away, she raised her head and let him see her mouth full. She lifted her tongue slightly causing it to drip from the corner of her lips while he watched. As she flicked her tongue out to catch the drop, he smiled at her. He had said many times that he loved seeing her be the dirty slut they both knew dwelled deep insider her. She swallowed and let out a slight whimper at the joy it gave her to have part of him become part of her.
"That's my wonderful pet. Thank you."
He made to stand up and she shifted back to give him room. He rose and put himself and his clothing back in order and stepped around her into the room. She heard things sliding across the floor and the clink of chains and metal. He said nothing to her, knowing she would remain exactly as she was, kneeling and facing the chair, until he called her. Each noise, every second increased the mystery and anticipation and her excitement too.
"Come here, pet," he said finally.
She turned and crawled to him. He had a large almost circular steel tube that stood vertically with eye bolts at various points. He had her stand inside of it and he put on her ankle cuffs and attached them to the bottom of the frame. She loved the cuffs. They made her feel safe and owned. Between her legs, a few inches out of reach, was mounted a wand style vibrator. This was going to be fun... maybe.
As he put on her wrist cuffs and attached them to the top of the frame, opening her up and exposing her, he slid his fingers gently down the inside of her arm and teased the underside of her breast. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she breathed in deeply.
"Every time", she thought, "every time he touches me."
He reached around from behind her to put on the nipple clamps, the butterfly kind this time, making her gasp and moan. He tied strings to the clamps and looped them over the top bar.
"Squat down and let it touch you, pet."
"Yes, Master."
She did as told and moaned loudly as the vibrations hit her wetness. The moan quickly turned to a cry as he tightened the strings making them pull hard on the clamps.
"Stay there, pet."
"Yes, Master."
The sensations fought in her body. Her pussy throbbed and clenched as she pressed it down on the vibrator. But she could not enjoy it as she wanted because her nipples nearly screamed as if they were about to be torn off.
While she squatted, he tied another set of strings to the clamps and looped them over the bottom bar on the frame.
"Stand up, pet. All the way."
