For my angel, my saviour, my lover, my Marian.
"Come over here and sit down." you say to me. Pointing towards the chair in the kitchen, turned facing away instead of the normal position tucked into the table. I do as you say and walk to the kitchen and start to sit down.
"Stop," you say, "take of your trousers and shirt," you tell me "don't forget your boxers, I want them gone as well."
"Alright babe, whatever you say." I am starting to wonder what is going on. It has been a long day working, and I'm feeling a little worn out, but suddenly things are looking up.
I've taken off my trousers with undies and have unbuttoned the shirt, taking it off I throw them both towards the laundry, noticing your annoyance at my action.
"Sit down, and put your hands behind you." You instruct.
I do as you wish and feel you looping one of my ties around my wrists and fastening my hands behind the chair. I'm starting to warm to the idea and my mind starts to race as to what you have planned for me this afternoon.
I watch as you walk out of the room, swinging your hips provocatively. I've always loved watching you from behind. Your tight butt is always such a turn on for me, particularly when you are wearing a tight skirt and G-string, as I notice you are today.
My mind is still exploring the possibilities and I'm fantasising about tickling and kissing your ass, when I notice you enter the room and stand at the entrance. One arm on your hip, jutted out accentuating your curves, the other raised and leaning against the wall.
Glorious, amazing, wow, Yee-haa, sexy. A few words swimming in my head to describe the vision I have as I drink all of you in. Shiny red leather high heels, with strapping that weaves and wraps up your shin a little ending in little bow ties. My eye glides up your smooth legs, encased in sheer lacy stockings, deep red in colour, held up around the thighs with suspenders. Your breasts, firm, are on show for me, nipples pink and standing proud indicating to me the arousal you feel coursing through you while we play this game of lust together. I see that you have one of my ties loosely knotted around your neck. Your hair silky, purely blond is teased a little, giving you a naughty slightly rough border to your sweet face, the one I have grown to love. Your eyes sparkling blue, mischievous, your lips painted in a red colour matching the bottom half of you, are shaped to a smile, sweet yet with a hint of rebelliousness. I can read your facial expression and know that once again I am in for one hell of a ride.
Slowly, sexily, deliberately you walk towards me, *click-clack, click-clack* your heels on the tiles. My heart is already racing, I can tell you are in one of these moods again and my mind boggles as to what is in store for us this time around.
As you stand in front of me, I can smell the fragrance, not a sweet floral, a kind of matured, velvety vanilla scent I can't quite pick. You loosen the tie around your neck and undo the knot, leaning forwards to me you plant a soft yet very hot kiss on my lips, your tongue momentarily breaching my lips and brushing my own.
As soon as it began it is over as you withdraw from me. Such a tease I think, smiling smugly. You wrap the tie around my head hiding our surroundings from my sight. All I'm left with is the soft scent of vanilla and the *click-clack, click-clack* as I hear you walking away from me.
"Now listen babe," you begin to say; "This afternoon is all about you. I have tied your hands so you cannot touch me, I know what I want and your busy hands will only be a distraction." You continue to outline your instructions. "Now there will be no struggling from you, understand?"
"Yeah sure babe," I reply, thinking how lucky am I? "Anything you wish madam."
*click-clack, click-clack, click-clack* I hear you walking around the kitchen a little and a cupboard creaks open. A slight shuffle and some rattling sounds and then again the *click-clack, click-clack* of your heels before the sound of a plate being placed on the table behind me.
*click, click, click* A drawer opening, I hear the sound of metal as you collect utensils and once again place them behind me on the table.
The scent of vanilla as you pass me then I hear you spin around in front of me, my lips once again the subject of another hot kiss, taking my breath away. This time I also feel your hand press into my groin, you squeeze my cock, it is already hard from the stimulation of this show and of my mind fantasising of what is to come.
*click-clack, click-clack* I hear the fridge open and the noise of things being collected and *click-clack* placed on the table behind me.
*click-clack, click-clack*
COLD!! I feel an extraordinary chill as you have held something very cold and a little wet on my right nipple, I can hear you giggle a little at me.
"Are you ok, baby?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just wasn't expecting that." I reply a little harshly, still a little shocked.
"Aww poor baby," you laugh at me, "Harden up, we are only starting, but I promise I am playing nice."
"Yes, babe," I say. "I'm fine really, keep going"
*click-clack*