The room is already lit with candles and rose hips on the bed. The clothes are already placed in the closet, courtesy of a very efficient staff. After returning from a nice steak dinner overlooking the slopes, I push my partner into the center of the room and tell him to take his clothes off slowly.
Being an ebony woman, I've always been attracted to Tall White men. The man I'm with now is attractive in a rugged way, with thick brown hair, showing just a hint of gray at the temples. His sexy confident good looks don't betray his age of 45.
Over the past few weeks, we've gotten to know each other better. I'm usually the submissive one in the relationship, but this sexy man who makes my heart flutter has recently revealed his most intimate desires.
He wishes to serve and be controlled by a strong but sensitive woman. He's in for an unforgettable experience, just thinking about it makes me smile. He seems so caught up in the scenery outside the window, that he doesn't seem to notice some of the details since we've checked in. The smell of leather adds to the ambience, where on the dresser lays several straps in various sizes along with black velcro restraints . In a small bowl next to the restraints is a small incense burner that has wax warming.
I'm more nervous than I've ever been, but I know if i do this right, for him and for me, that we will reach a new level of intimacy.
When he turns back to me, coming back from where ever his mind has taken him, I'm sit in the wing back chair next to the dresser. The consummate planner that I am, I've thought of every detail. Just looking at him though makes me hunger for his touch. No. I will be patient, it will be worth the pleasure waiting both of us at the end of the night.
He has a quizzical brow lifted and that casual smirk he has that makes my panties wet as he notices that I've lift one of the leather straps . I see him swallow deeply judging by the bob of his adams apple. His eye follows my movements as he becomes more and more nervous, or could that be arousal? Hmmm.
In a voice that doesn't quite sound like my own, I tell him in a no nonsense voice to strip all of his clothes off. i can't tell if he's putt off by my order, considering that I'm being fully clothed. Right now, I don't care.
He seems to be in a trance as he watches me and takes off his clothes. He knows now the real reason for our trip to this secluded ski lodge in Aspen. It seems he snaps out of it as he hears the strap snaps on my thigh tap my thigh with impatience in short clipped movements.
Once im sure he's not going to remove any more clothing, I ask him why he would want to disobey me so soon into our evening.
" It will be a long night if you won't follow the instructions as Ive given them to you."
"For that, I have a special punishment and in a few moments I will administer it." I tell him to follow me into the bathroom, where I've already arranged various toys and tools. As he assesses the field of play, he stands at attention. Its almost as though he's gone completely still as he sees me pull out an old fashioned shaving brush, shaving soap and straight razor.
" Now strip off your underwear." He moves to follow my command. very still as I shave him completely around his groin telling him, that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction the law of physics says, if you disobey again, you it will delay your pleasure even longer....and you do wish to receive some pleasure tonight, right?"
I proceed him into the bathroom, still fully clothed in my black skirt and silk chiffon blouse along with my black fishnet stockings and garterbelt. My heels make a staccato sound on the tile floor punctuating my last remark.
"Stand right there" I'm getting more comfortable giving him orders as I have him to stand at attention in front of me. I leisurely saunter over to the edge of the tub where water is running slowly providing a little steam in the chilly bathroom.
"Now since you disobeyed, you understand you will be punished right? So take your boxers off slowly." my words having a desired effect as I see him suck in his breath.
I reach for the straight razor and the shaving cream and notice that trail of precum dripping from his cock as he pulls down his boxers. Always the perfectionist, he neatly folds them and places them on the sink before coming to tanned before me again.
As a silent reminder that this is about my pleasure, and not his. I stroke the leather strap that I'd brought into the bathroom with me with one hand while the other is holding the straight razor. He's eyes never leave the hand on the leather strap, hmm..something to explore later on. First things first, he's going to get a trim.
Because the rush is need is too great, I decide to explore the strap first. Setting down the razor, I have him to turn away from me and face the mirror.
With an expertise I didn't even realize I had, in rapid succession, I spank him the the strap in a back and forth motion over both ass cheeks.
Not enough to raise a whelp, but enough to make the skin turn reddish. Ten strokes total. On the last stroke, a moan is ripped from him. My pet knows that any overt sign that he is finding pleasure will displease me.
"Did you enjoy that?" I hear him struggled to find his voice. Then I hear a very deep , " No".
"Well it will take awhile to beat all of that disobedience out of you, but I will and you will come to appreciate how that makes you feel. Now, turn around and face me." He does so without any hesitation.
He stands staring straight ahead, not daring that that point to catch my gaze but struggling not to, his desire to please me so great now wanting to gauge now that he is doing it right very good.
"I know you want to please me now spread your legs apart "
