She had blindfolded herself and awaited me kneeling in the middle of the room, on the wood floor just as I had instructed.
She had followed every detail of my instructions perfectly and even with a bit of flair. The long front locks of her hair pulled back and braided over the loose tresses in back in a way I had mentioned offhandedly that I like. The silver hoops in her ears engraved with a subtle filigree.
I walked around her and examined her without a word. The heavy footfalls of my leather shoes making the only sound.
“Rise.”
My voice not much more than a firm whisper.
A flash of pubic hair. Pretty breasts swinging gently. Muscles flexing first in one thigh, then another. She came to standing with her hands at her sides. As I had instructed she was wearing nothing more than sheer, black thigh-high stockings snapped into simple black garter and ending in exquisite, and obviously very expensive black heels.
I wanted to stand back and drink all of her in. Later.
“Place your hands behind your back.”
I trussed her wrists quickly round with a length of rope and tied it fast.
“Kneel.”
As carefully as she could without falling, she dropped to one knee and then the other.
“Sit.”
And brought her thighs to her calves.
On the way out to make a drink, I opened a window and let the wintry air tumble into the room.
—
I took my time returning. Walking back into the room slowly. Emphasizing every heavy footfall. Tinkling the ice cube in my glass.
She was shivering. Goosebumps had risen over the skin of her arms, her shoulders, and the smooth skin of her breasts.
Her nipples were erect. I wanted, but resisted, giving each a hard flick. Later…
“Would you like for me to close the window?”
“Yes, master.”
I stopped. Turned to her.
“What did you say?”
She hesitated. Answering weakly, “Please …. master?”
“Rise.”
I loomed behind her, almost touching. Brought my lips close to her ear. Whispering, “There is only one answer to that question, slave.”
She hesitated.
“It is early in the evening to be punished.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
I removed her blindfold and untied her hands. Sitting back on a large chair I instructed her to lay across my lap.
WHACK!
My bare hand made perfect contact with the soft skin of her round little bum. She flinched. And I enjoyed the tingling heat in the palm of my hand.
WHACK!
On the other cheek. Just because I wanted to. Feeling her firm butt beneath my hand.
“I’m sorry, master” she said with a slight rise at the end. Almost like a question.
WHACK!
This time she squeaked just a little.
“Slave…. When I ask what you want ….”
WHACK!
Another flinch. I imagined her face wincing with each impact.
“There is only one answer.”
WHACK!
“Would you like for me to close the window?”
WHACK!
“Whatever you wish, master”
“That’s better.”
I gently stroked the reddening skin of her bum with my fingertips.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Until I got a little yelp.
“Would you like for this to end?”
She hesitated, “whatever you wish, Master”
WHACK!
I paused. Whatever I wish…
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Now I gently stroked her hot skin with my fingertips. Enjoying the curve and softness of her ass.
My fingers snaked between her thighs and felt the heat before I touched the slippery wetness.
Perhaps she disobeys because she knows how much it pleases me to punish her.
I stroked her lips a few times before instructing her again,
“Rise. Stand before me.”
She climbed off my lap and stood before me with her hands at her side, eyes down, trying to maintain a composed expression.
“Are you cold, beautiful slave?”
She hesitated.
“Yes, master.”
I rose from my seat to stand over her. Ran the back of my finger down her cheek, her shoulder, her breast, and across her diamond-like nipple.
Then across the room and closed the window.
—
Now I sat back and took the first sip of my whiskey. The ice cube had melted opening the bloom exactly the way I liked it.
Now I could examine every inch of her.
Love it, super hot!
I really liked this one. You are super talented. Please write more!