My body, a vessel for him to whip, spank fuck, slap and fuck. His. It has been a while since I had seen Sir, and my need to be on my knees, and that heavy black collar around my neck, a position that I so long to be in, only grow stronger. Night after night I spend awaiting some sort of message from him, after that day in the ware house; we had taken a break busy with our own individual lives. But now I ache for it, to be bound, to feel that rope tighten around my skin, a sensation of being wrapped, it makes me wet at the thought.
I finally receive that message I had been waiting for, that familiar routine that makes my stomach twist and turn in anticipation, I’m so ready for this.
“Be ready at 4, the usual rules apply. Master”
The vagueness of the message makes me feel nervous but excited, I know him and I know he will already have a plan in mind, It’s what shapes him and I love the suspense.
I prepare myself, examining every inch of my body, making myself nice and smooth for Sir, my mind a mess, I need to just let go, place myself in the zone and not look back. The stockings ease onto my legs, and I slip into my heels. I’m always ready on time, although it’s tempting just for the punishment.
The door rings on time of course. I answer promptly; I know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting. His presence is immediate, his body toned in shirt that hugs in the right places. I can’t help myself, my eyes already on his crotch, and it makes me clench my pussy. He grabs my hand and we go inside.
Placing his bag down, he starts to un pack a few things, and I just can’t seem to control myself. My body has a mind of its own as I find myself on my knees, legs apart, head down, my hand behind my back. The first position I was ever taught, the one every submissive should know. That of vulnerability and surrender. My breathing slow but heavy, I hadn’t been told to do anything; he hadn’t said a word yet, until I see the tips of his shoes.
“Good Girl”
Moving his hands through my hair, his grip strong pulling my eyes to meet his, I can’t help but smile, as I see his face. Lifting me off of my knees he walks me over to the table facing away from him.
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