Just before she arrived, he lit a few candles to give the room a soft glow; one was vanilla scented. He turned the music on and laid out the evenings toys. He wanted to push her a bit closer to the edge tonight and made sure the preparations would help him succeed. He stepped out of the room and got out of sight.
He returned, opened the door and she was standing in the middle of the room, waiting patiently; feet together, chin down, hands behind her back. The black dress he requested accented her body perfectly and the white pearls looked radiant against her tan skin. Her hair was up and she was the picture of elegance and class; exactly what he wanted. Because of this dichotomy, making her do nasty things tonight would be so satisfying. Good girl turned bad; demure librarian made to be slutty; it was delicious, self-indulgent and lusty.
"Good evening Miss Sophia, you look lovely tonight." Taking his time, he walked slowly around her and let his index finger lightly traced a horizontal line around her waist. When he got to middle of her back, he brought his hand up to the zipper and lowered it slightly. With a deft touch his finger stroked her bare skin and continued further up; just below her ear.
"Hello Sir, I'm so glad you're here. I missed you this week and thought of you often." He loved her tender voice, her sultry tone. Her submissiveness to him was visually obvious, she wore whatever he selected and made sure she looked the part; tonight he wanted poise and grace. But it was always more than that; it was her ability to be his; to give to him completely. Sophia was his to take and that is what she did best for Sir. His heart raced and he could feel the tightness in his pants; he enjoyed her obedience. He enjoyed taking what he wanted.
"Unfasten the pearls and hold one side." She reached behind her neck and undid the strand, the loose end slid across the top of her chest and slipped down between her breasts. She waited for his direction; "let the pearls drop between your tits." She let go and they snaked their way inside her dress and eventually fell to the floor. The sight of the pearls on her feet was gratifying.
As he pulled up a chair in front of her, he spoke in a tone that was just discernable above the music. "Turn your head toward the bed and tell me what you see." He sat down and waited for her to respond.
"There's a harness of some sort, a blindfold, a choker, some lube and my plug." The expressions on her face were a mix of delight, embarrassment and wonder. "Are those for me tonight, Sir?" He didn't answer.