She kneels quietly in anticipation, she’s waited so long for this night. He should be walking through the door at any moment. Her Master, her whole world, has been too far away for too long. She resists the urge to glance at the clock. The agreement was that she would be kneeling just inside the door when he arrived, head down. She’s been here for what seems like an eternity, but she also knows that her mind tends to play tricks on her. The playlist echoing through the apartment they share on these rare meetings drowns out sounds coming from the hallway, but was that footsteps? Her toes are starting to fall asleep, not quite painful yet, but getting there. How much longer?
Just when she began to think she had to move, she had to get up… there is a soft click. As the door opens her heartbeat drums in her ears. She can smell him, dizziness hits with the familiar musky scent. “There’s my good girl.” Her heart leaps in triumph. He gently places his hand on her head and pulls her toward him. She wraps herself around his legs as a single tear slides down her cheek. This, this is home. He leans down to help her to her feet, as she dares to look up into those knowing eyes.
“Have you missed me, my darling?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispers.
“Come, let’s get you more comfortable.” He picks her up as if she weighs nothing, and heads toward the master bedroom. The one room in the apartment that she cannot seem to go when he is away. The soft blue walls and four poster iron bed seem like a dream as he walks to it and gently lays her down on the soft pillows. As agreed, she wears only the light pink panties that he had sent her, delivered just yesterday with the directions for his arrival. He traces the delicate lace, first along the top edge, just above her pelvic bone, then ever so slowly along the leg to her inner thigh. A soft moan escapes her before she can control it.
“Hmm, you look good enough to eat, my darling. Let’s see how well you’ve followed directions.” He sneaks a single finger beneath the delicate fabric to find, yes, as directed, she is completely bare. The expense of the wax was difficult on such short notice, but she had to follow his wishes. She knew that she would reap such amazing rewards.
He steps back just out of view, and begins to hum, likely to the music that is still playing from the other room. She is caught in a fog that makes it too difficult to recognize the tune. “Close your eyes, darling,” he says, knowing that she will do as asked. This is the partnership they have created. Her heart soars as she tries to make out the sounds she hears, causing her skin to glisten in the soft light. Something is placed on the bed near her feet, but she dares not guess what.
His hand lands on her ankle, a cool, fragrant lotion spreads as he moves slow and gently up her calf. Now the other hand reaches the for the other ankle. As he begins to massage and coax every nerve, the smell of lavender and something else surrounds her. “My good girl deserves a new treat.” His hands are strong and confident moving up and down her legs, coming within a whisper of her, now hot, wet, center. He lingers on her feet and knees where she knows there must be marks from the carpet. Does seeing those marks please him, she wonders. Finally, he skips over the delicate fabric and begins to move up her torso. The only sensation she can understand is the chill of fresh cream as he replenishes.
Her head is spinning long before he reaches her ample breasts. In her daze, she is not prepared as he takes one erect nipple into his mouth. A deep moan escapes her as he groans in triumph. He knows she is ripe and ready for him.
Without thinking she opens her eyes only slightly to find him directly above her. “Oh darling, no peeking.” As if he knew she would, he places a length of soft fabric over her eyes and lifts her head to tightly secure it.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes, Master,” she whispers, knowing he would not cross any line they have agreed on.
“Do you remember your colors?”
“Remember those colors, my darling.”
Suddenly something is placed over her ears. It took her a moment to realize that it was headphones, and a soft, familiar tune played in her ears, but drowned out that amazing voice. She could no longer hear him. She fought against the fear, that he would somehow disappear. She trusted him, this was something she wanted. She only needed to remind herself. What is that? She startles as a cold hard object is placed on her abdomen. In seconds she notices a liquid seeping from the object, collecting in her navel. Ice? Could that be ice? Confused, she tries to focus on her abdomen. She can now feel him pulling at those delicate pink panties. Just as one sensation seems to come into focus, it is overtaken by something else. He touches her, one, no two fingers search out her clit. Small confident circles, she begins to tremor in pleasure. It is a constant rhythm, not varying in speed or pressure. She wants so much for those fingers to plunge into her. She wants him, all of him, inside her. She rocks her hips, hoping to coax him to her will. A quick sharp snap as his hand strikes her hot pussy. She knows he does not need or want her help. He is in control. The slow agonizing circles continue. Suddenly, she realizes the ice is gone. Could it possibly have melted that quickly? Before her mind had a chance to answer her own question, she knew it had not melted as he plunged that ice sphere deep into her hot, wet pussy. Waves of new and different sensations envelope her. She fights to control her movements, but is unable to stop a load, deep moan from escaping.
His mouth is upon her sex so quickly, tongue moving so quickly, sending sensation after sensation through her… fingers plunged into her pussy, moving the still melting ice even further. She tries to focus on his mouth, he’s obviously so hungry. But the sensations are so overwhelming. She starts to reach up for the blindfold, but her wrist is snatched quickly. “I want to see you,” she cries. Everything stops, her heart sinks and she fights back tears. One side of the headphones are lifted, and she hears that amazing voice.
“Do you remember your colors, Darling?”
“Yes, Master,” she croaks, barely audible.
“Give me a color, Darling,” he demands.
“Green,” she is finally able to blurt out. He smiles, she knows he does even though she cannot see it.
“When I touch your hand, you will give me a color.”
“Yes, Master,” she purrs, knowing now he is not disappointed.
“That’s my good girl. Now, leave your eyes and ears alone.”
To be continued…