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You return from lunch to find a dozen roses on your desk, six red, six white. You pull the card from the envelope. It simply reads, “Check your e-mail”. You immediately go to your computer and log onto your mailbox. You scan the messages quickly for my name. Once found, you click once on the following message, Subject: Tonight.”Good afternoon. I hope this finds you well and in good spirits.When you leave work this evening, you are free to do as you like for the first two hours. At 7:00 you are to begin preparing for my arrival. You will run a bath and light the candles on the bathroom sink. After taking your bath, move the candles to the bedroom. Please select appropriate music of your choice. Re-light the candles in the bedroom and turn off all other lights in the house.You have an hour and a half before I arrive. Use your time wisely. When I arrive I will find you alert, attentive and kneeling on the floor. Do as I have come to expect of you and do not disappoint met. I’ll be there promptly at 8:30.Until then.”You click the e-mail closed and lean back in your chair. Once at home you eat a leisurely dinner and try to relax while mentally preparing for the night that awaits you. We haven’t played together very long, but the time we share is as intense as those that have been together for years. You watch the clock closely while biding your time with inconsequential things. As instructed, you move to the bathroom at seven pm. I throw on a pair of baggy 501’s and a white T-shirt. I cuff the sleeves while thinking of what else I may need to add to my bag. I put a hat on and tie the laces of my steel-toed Şerifali Escort boots. Gathering the last of the things I need, I head out the door. I am early, as planned. When I arrive outside I see there is a light on upstairs. I’ve already forgiven this slight indiscretion in my head. I check my watch and see that you still have seven minutes in which to complete your tasks although you should already be settled. I wait in my truck, head back against the seat. With only a few minutes to spare you light the candles on the headboard and blow out the match. You put several CD’s in the stereo and turn it on. Moving between tasks easily, you check your watch. You hurry to turn out the lights, assured I will be arriving soon and then sink to the bedroom floor on your knees. I look up at the house and check my watch one last time. I intend to leave you a few extra minutes in which to allow you to enter the space you need to be in. I know you are running later than you should be and I don’t want you to be unprepared. I use the spare key hidden under the mat to let myself inside your now darkened home. Instead of seeking you out immediately, I walk slowly around the house. Your still-wet towel is over the rack in the bathroom. There are dishes in the sink. I hear that you’ve chosen a Lords of Acid remix CD and agree that it seems fitting. You hear my footsteps, heavy on the stairs. You close your eyes for a moment trying desperately to clear your head. You re-cross your wrists behind your back and breathe out as quietly as you can. I find the bedroom door closed when I reach the top Şerifali Escort Bayan of the stairs and I listen closely for any forbidden movement to be heard from you inside. You are in the exact spot I would have chosen for you if you’d been directed specifically and I smile inwardly at your thoughtfulness. I slide through the door quietly. You are kneeling in the floor to the left of the bed, facing away from the door. You are completely naked and the soft light glimmers off the hair spilled down your back and shoulders. Your arms are pulled behind you, wrists crossed over each other, hands unclasped. I take a few steps toward you, moving slowly. I can feel the electricity in the air around us already. Circling around you I see that you are attempting to suppress a smile and it forces me to do the same. I drop to one knee behind you and grab your hair quickly with one hand. I pull your head back sharply forcing you to look upward. You breathe in quickly but don’t say a word. I pull you in such a way that forces you to look away from me and I lean in to bite your neck. You moan softly and I bite you again, harder. I feel you flinch a bit and kiss the mark I’ve made softly before letting you go. “Trying to get away already?” I tease. “No,” you say and then add “Sir,” as an afterthought. “Good. Be aware of your ability to get away however.” “Yes,” you whisper softly. “And how would you choose to do that?” I ask, inquiring as to your safe word. “Red”. “Great, we’ve got an understanding Escort Şerifali then,” I say into your ear and kiss you on the cheek. You simply nod and I stand behind you again. I casually retrieve my bag from the doorway and bring it back to where you are seated. I pull from it a set of heavy black metal cuffs and ratchet them through once for your benefit, just so you hear them and start to think of the possibilities while I empty the rest of the bag. I lay out a light, long tailed black leather flogger just within your line of vision. A heavier rubber flogger stays beside me, curled into itself. I reach for your hands and feel you recoil somewhat and am assured you are not quite in the right frame of mid yet. Your head drops to your chest as I cuff your hands slowly. I stand and pull upwards on your newly bound hands bringing you to your feet. I push you forward to the bed and grasp your hair again. I force you to lay with your head to the side and then let go. Your bed is perfect to fuck at because of its unusually high height. I hold your wrists with one hand and kick your feet apart with my boot. I run my nails along your back, leaving light red marks from your neck to your ass. You move ever so slightly beneath my fingertips. I hear you breathe out heavily when I slide a finger into your waiting cunt. I add a second and slip easily within you. I move inside you slowly at first, increasing at times before leaving you to ask for more. I tease you this way for a long while, alternating between fast and slow movements or pulling away from you completely. I am careful not to allow you to get off. You lay facing the closet, trying to breathe normally. You feel every movement inside your cunt and scream inside your head each time I take my fingers from you. It is difficult for you not to speak, not to beg. These are the rules of this game we play, however, and you comply, however unwillingly.
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