Before you arrive, I set the stage. Red and white candles all over the room of various sizes, Sandalwood and Rose incense, Enigma in the CD player. The bed has black satin sheets on it, covered in red and white rose petals. There are lengths of black cord draped over each side of the headboard. I am dressed in a black satin merry widow, complete with garters and thigh-high boots, but no panties. My hair is up, nails and lips painted red - eyes lined in black. I've laid out the various "tools" for the evening under a black chiffon scarf on the dresser. I wrap myself in a velvet robe and wait for you to arrive.
You knock at the door, and I suppress a giggle - hoping you'll like the ambiance I've presented. I open the door, and you're wearing a full length trench coat - I can see your high-heeled boots underneath, and just a touch of your cleavage is exposed. From the look in your eyes, I'm sure you're not wearing much under it.
I invite you in, place a 'do not disturb' sign on the door, close and lock it. Letting you know by the smile on my face that you're not leaving anytime soon. We kiss our hellos gently on the lips, and I offer to take your coat. Always with a flair for the dramatic, you walk into the main chamber and gesture for me to sit down. Smiling at you, I remove my robe, and see your eyes widen slightly at the sight of my tight satin outfit. "Great boots," you tell me. I smile and sit down.
You place one of your boots to the left of me, exposing the garter and thigh high stocking underneath. Then you slowly unbutton the coat, letting it fall off of your shoulders and drape it over the chair. You're wearing a black see-through bra and garter belt - with black satin thong panties. I catch my breath at the sight of you, you're so sexy.
You straddle me, pressing your lovely pussy against me and running your hands across your breasts. You lean over to kiss me gently and run your tongue across my lips. Then you wrap your arms around me and whisper in my ear "I'm all yours." My nipples harden at the thought of what I've planned for your luscious body. I run my hands up your legs, pressing my thumbs against the insides of your thighs and over your labia. I kiss between your breasts and then take one of your nipples between my teeth, running my tongue across the soft fabric. You gasp and press your pussy against my hands. I reach up to take your face in my hands and kiss you, opening your mouth with my tongue. I smooth my hands down your body, and gently push you up and off of my lap.
"Stand here and don't move," I tell you. You nod, and I reach for the fur-lined blindfold and place it over your eyes. "Don't move until I tell you," I whisper in your ear and I feel you shiver. I take one of the roses out of the vase on the table and run the bud over your skin, starting at your neck. I watch your nipples harden as the flower slides between your breasts and down your stomach. "Spread your legs," I whisper against your cheek, and your stance widens. I reach down and remove your panties. You're already moist. I run my finger up and down your labia, spreading the moisture there, then sliding the rosebud against your slick lips.
I reach around you, kissing your neck, and remove your bra, letting your breasts hang freely. I run the rose petals over your nipples and kiss and lick each of them, until they're as hard and red as the flower. I take your hands and lead you over to the bed. As I lay you down, I tell you to spread your arms out to each side. I tie each of your hands with the cord that is across the headboard. I ask you to pull at them, making sure you can't get out of the knots. When I'm satisfied, I ask you to raise your hips and place a pillow underneath them, exposing your beautiful pussy.
I go to the dresser and pick up the large peacock feather. Starting at your neck, I run the feather lightly over your body - but firmly enough not to tickle. I reach down and pinch one nipple as I run the feather over the other. I make sure to touch your arms, cheeks, breasts, belly, and thighs with the fronds. I can see goosebumps rising on your skin, and you squirm a little, a sigh escaping your lips.
I reach for the glass of champagne by the bed, dip my finger in and bring it to your lips. You open your mouth and suck on my finger, running your tongue over it to taste the champagne. I place drops on your skin, down the center of your body, and pour some on your cunt. Your hips jerk, because the champagne is cold. I trace my tongue down that line, stopping just above your clit, and flicking it with my tongue. You twist in the ropes, pressing your hips against me - heightened sensation making you beg for me to taste you and offer you the relief of orgasm. I laugh quietly and say, "Oh no, not yet, darling."
I reach for my cat of nine tails and run the leather strips across your mouth. You open your mouth and curl your tongue around the buttery leather. I straddle your body, so you can feel my pussy press against your pubic bone and grind myself on you, letting my wetness mingle with yours.
Snap - I crack the whip lightly against your right nipple, and you cry out at the unexpected roughness. I run my hand gently over the hard tip of your nipple. Snap again, on the left nipple this time, and you hum against your lips - having sensed it was coming. I reach down behind me, and dangle the leather strips over your labia and snap goes the whip again - the tails barely touching your skin, but enough to get your adrenaline rushing. "Oh my god," you say and giggle a bit nervously. I lean over and kiss your lips, telling you "Shhhhhhh, you know I would never hurt you, precious baby." You nod, biting your lip, and I can feel your legs tense up.
