It's early Friday afternoon when you call. You tell me that you have a surprise, and you want me to be home on time. You also tell me to stop off pick up your favorite magazines. I must admit that the sexy assertive tone in your voice made my cock swell as I thought about you on the drive home.
When I get home I put he magazines on the coffee table and go to the bedroom to take a shower. Thinking of you as the warm water runs over my body makes my cock swell again and it takes all I have to keep my composure. My mind is racing as I towel off and change cloths, making sure to put on your favorite black silk boxers. I finish just in time to hear your car pull in to the driveway.
I meet you at the door and our tongues meet you put your arms around me and squeeze me tight and let out a soft moan, you can feel the stiffness growing in my pants as you press your body into me. You slowly pull away and look at me with a devilish grin and tell me in sexy voice to take off my shirt and pants .I wonder why, but do as I'm told. You smile when you see your favorite boxers. .
Once I've completed my task you come up to me and start to speak. You put one finger over my lips and tell me that you've decided that because I've been ignoring you all week. That turn about is fair play and today we were going to play by your rules tonight. As you are saying this, the fingertips of your other hand are very slowly running over my chest.
The first rule is I am only allowed to call you Goddess.
The second rule is I must do what ever you say, or the evening will stop.
The third and most important is that I can't speak unless you tell me to.
After you've told me the rules your hand slides down to the front of my boxers, as you ask me if I agree, your fingers wrap around my stiffness. I let out a moan and nod yes as your fingers stroke me.
You pull your hands away and tell me to start dinner; we will eat in a few hours. As you walk away you tell me to also pour some wine and turn on some music. My head is spinning as you go into the bedroom. After 30 minutes or so I wonder what is taking you so long but I know I can't say anything.
The whole time your gone my mind is filled with thoughts about what you are going to do.
When I hear the crisp sound of your heels on the wood floor I reach for your wine and wait for you. When you come around the corner, you smile as my eyes open wide. Your wearing a short skirt with a low cut silk blouse and shear black stocking with 4" black heels.
You tell me to stand still as you take your wine. You stand very close, licking your lips after each sip. You walk around me letting your fingertips explore my body. My body shivers as our fingers trace over me, between your touch and how sexy you look it's all I can do to not reach out and grab you. But I don't want you to stop.
You stop in front of me and tell me to remove my boxers. You smile as my when you see my cock at attention as I slip them off. You move even closer. And I let out a deep breath as I feel your silk covered breast press against me. As your hands lightly rub my inner thigh, you tell me that you enjoy the feeling of power you have with your slave totally naked and you dressed. I have to admit I feel a little embarrassed, but I'm also incredibly turned on.
Your lips lightly kiss each nipple as your hand again gently strokes my throbbing cock. You ask me if I remember and understand the rules?
In a low voice I answer. Yes Goddess.
You smile and say good slave. Then you tell me you want to relax. You hand me your glass and tell me to pour you more wine and bring it in to the living room as you turn and walk away
When I come in with your wine, your sitting in the over sized chair with your legs crossed looking at one of the magazines I bought you.
The fact that you know how much that excites me makes it even harder for me to contain myself. You look up from your magazine as I hand you your wine and catch me staring at you. With a sexy smile you ask me if I like the way your Goddess looks?
I answer. Yes Goddess is very beautiful.
You tell me that I answered correctly and go back to your magazine. Leaving me standing beside you holding your wine.
After a minute or so you loop your arm around my thigh and leisurely stroke my balls, every so often you stop and signal for your wine. After each sip you hand it back and continue your stroking. Never looking up from your reading.
The feeling of your hands on me is sending shivers up and down my spine. I want to cum very bad, but I don't dare say anything.
After a few more minutes you ask me what I would like?
I'm so overcome with lust that I blurt out, I want to cum.
You squeeze my sack tightly, not to hard but enough to bring me out of my lust.
You put the magazine on your lap and tell me to stand in front of you.
As I move in front of you I'm standing in front of you my erection starts to go soft because I'm afraid the game is over.