Good Times

A gentle knock at the front door announces her arrival: I check the clock, 7 PM precisely. She passed the first test, I think to myself, now lets see just how well she handles the rest. I open the door promptly and there stands my prize, a picture of soft feminine submission I couldn’t have dreamed up if I tried. A mixture of fear and excitement play across her features as I stand to the side, my arm extended as an invitation. The hunger in my eyes is her warning.

She meets my gaze for a moment, her cheeks reddening as the realization hits her. The briefest moment of hesitation flashes across her mind but quickly vanishes, she knows she wants this. She steps across the threshold of my domain, confident that after weeks of conversation, setting limits, and building trust the time has finally come. She doesn’t see the slight smile on my face as she makes her way deeper into my home, and further into my web.

We enter the spacious living room, a setting I spent hours meticulously preparing just for this occasion. Her eyes go wide as she takes in the sight, soft lighting illuminating a fluffy blanket laid out across the majority of the floor. The long coffee table that usually stood in the center of the room had been pushed against the wall, a candle burning at each end with a small array of props picked specially for her. “So what do you think?” I growl softly from behind her. I watch as a shiver runs down her body when she feels that I’m close behind.

“It seems you’ve thought of everything, Sir.” she says with a trace of coyness. Seems she’s acclimating nicely, I think to myself with a smirk, this is going to be a night to remember. “It will do for now” I respond, “now let's see how well you’ve followed my instructions. Take your coat off and assume position 1, center of the room.” Her response to my command is immediate and expected: “Yes Sir.” She shrugs off her coat and surrenders it to me before standing in her designated spot. I move to the entrance and place her coat on the rack, taking my time to get back. On my return I see her standing just as she had practiced for me so many times during our video calls. Her long legs spread shoulder width apart, back straight and chest out with her fingers laced behind her head.

My eyes roam over her, taking in the outfit she chose per my orders. Her clothes were simple, just a pair of form fitting black leggings and a t-shirt, but this is exactly how I wanted her. The symbolic stripping of her modesty was a treat I was quite eagerly looking forward to. I keep my distance at first as I circle her, admiring her from every angle before stopping right in front of her after my second circuit. I lock eyes with her and my voice rings out with authority, “You have done well following my orders so far, but you came here looking for the answer to the question that has burned inside since before we met, and so I ask you now: Are you ready to submit?” The hesitation I saw before she walked through my door is gone, and her answer is clear and strong. “Yes Sir.”

I nod approvingly and step past her, going to the table to grab the first item to be used on her. I return with a silk blindfold and wrap it around her head, ensuring that there are no gaps that she can see through. “Arms out to the sides” I command. Now standing in front of her, I reach out and run my finger lightly down her cheek, then across her jaw line and down her neck. I pause there and wrap my hand around her throat, leaning in close. “You belong to me now,” I growl in her ear, squeezing lightly so her breath catches, “Say it.”

”I belong to you Sir.”

”Good girl.”

My hand loosens around her neck and begins to wander further down. My fingers are light against her, like a gentle breeze trailing over her body at a methodical pace sending tingles through her. I keep my pace slow and deliberate, going over every inch of her covered torso with my feather light touch. I can see from the way she bites her lip she is already craving more. She probably expects me to go straight for her sensual zones, but she will be learning the value of patience tonight. Her breathing hitches as a fingernail from each hand spreads across her waist from the center, just above the line of her pants. My hands now at her hips, I hook my fingers under her shirt and drag it back up her stomach. “Hands above your head,” the command comes gently, again with immediate compliance, “Good girl.”

I squat down so I’m at eye level with her belly button and lean in, planting kisses across her waist. I move up at a steady pace, keeping her shirt rising as I do until I get to her chest. More kisses to her cleavage as her shirt goes over her head and off. “Hands behind your back.” I command, as my hands find her breasts. Rubbing them beneath her black lace bra, I feel her nipples stiffening through the contact so I focus more on them, kneading and pinching until I can feel them stiffen. Listening to the sound of her breathing, I time my pause for when it changes indicative of her growing arousal. Just a taste for now, I think as I step back.

The slight pout on to her lips when I step back is priceless, enough so to bring a small smirk from me. Still unseen, I step behind her and then up so I’m pressed against her. My hand comes up the back of her neck and into the roots of her hair, finding my purchase I grab a handful and pull back just hard enough to bring her closer. My mouth is right next to her ear as I whisper “Did you like that?” As she starts to answer my other hand reaches around, kneading her breast again. “Yes Sir,” she breathes. I catch her nipple and twist, “I said, did you like that?” Her gasp is audible before a louder “Yes Sir!”

”That’s better,” I say as I release her hair, moving my hand around to give her tits full attention. “You want me to touch you more, don’t you?” Her slight grinding against me shows me, but I still want to hear her say it. “Yes Sir.” I pinch both of her nipples and twist just hard enough for her first moan to escape. “Then ask me nicely,” I growl. Letting go of her nipples, my hands run down her sides as I squat down, the tip of my nose running down her spine.”Please touch me more Sir” she purrs.

Leaving her panties in place for now, I hook my thumbs around each side of her pants and begin pulling them down. Inch by inch her lovely ass comes into view, ripe to be reddened. Tempting as it is I resist and pull her pants the rest of the way down and off to join her discarded shirt. My hands work their way gently up her legs to cup her ass cheeks, bouncing them in my palms. “What a lovely canvas” I say with a soft kiss to each cheek, “I can’t wait to see what it looks like in red.” A quick smack to each cheek makes her start as I stand. “And quite responsive too.”

”Arms forward” I command. She extends her arms out forward at shoulder level and I step between them. Now in her personal space I reach back and grab her hair again, pulling back to expose her neck. A few kisses there and then I release her hair and work my way down her collar bone, then further down across her exposed cleavage. My now free hands snake behind her back, making quick work of her bra clasp. I grab her now open bra with my teeth by the front and step back, revealing her now stiff nipples. Without a second thought her bra joins the rest of her garments in the corner. ”Hands behind your head.”

I move in close again, this time tracing the edge of one finger nail down her jawline, past her cleavage, down her stomach to trace the lines of her panties. The last shred of modesty left to be stripped away. Glad now that I had chosen well in the specific ones I had sent to her for this occasion. Thin black lace that looked ready to fall apart at a sharp look. With a smile she could not see I grasped the seams and ripped them apart, letting them fall to the ground, useless and unnecessary. The gasp that accompanied the sound of tearing fabric is one that I will always savor. And now she stands before me, nude and shivering with nerves and anticipation.