Just another evening

She stands in front of me. In a sexy black dress, high heels and stay-ups.
The room is lit with candles. The warm light makes her blond hair shine like gold.

I hand over a glass of red wine.
Merlot.

“To us,” I whisper, hitting gently her glass with mine.
“To us, Milord.” Her voice is soft.

The wine is delicious and its temperature perfect.
For a moment we drown in each other’s eyes. There is some soft music playing on the background.

In her eyes I read intense and pure love mixed with devotion and submission.
I touch her, feel her warmth trough her dress. Under my touch her nipples harden. She plays hard to get and takes another sip while my hand slides down her spine and grabs her buttocks.

She can read the wanton in my eyes.
I take her glass and put it down on the table.

Then I sit down and look at her standing in front of me. I sip some more wine.

“Strip and then assume the inspection posture,” I command.

She does not hesitate for a moment and pulls her dress over her head.
After handing her dress over to me she puts her hands in her neck, shoulders pulled a tad back and legs spread.
Except for her high heels and stockings she is naked.

She is simply gorgeous. Candle light flickers over her skin. She looks at me and I see a few dancing flames mirrored in these beautiful pools filled with so much lust.

“Good girl”, I tell her.

Still seated, glass in my left hand now, I take the riding crop and use it as an extension of my arm to touch her and caress her skin ever so gently.
The leather tip is soft now but later on it will bite her skin, redden it and make her whimper. Eventually it will lead her to an orgasm.

She gets goose bumps when the leather tip follows the perfect curves of her breasts. Then I let it crawl down while I take a sip of wine.

When the crop approaches her pussy I notice how the lips start to swell and almost imperceptible change color. A mix of deep red and a touch of purple I would say.

When the tip touches her clit her lips open slightly. It is a hungry flower that finally gets enough sunlight to bloom.

She closes her eyes in delight when I tease her sensitive bud for a few moments, her slit moistens and the air fills with her delicious and lustful scent.

“Now turn around, girl.”
The tip of the crop touches her neck and I let the leader slide down over her spine. She moans softly and shivers as once again goose bumps cover her soft, warm skin.

I stop when I arrive at the small of her back.

“Kneel for me, girl.”

She complies. I lean over and trail my fingernails over her back leaving quickly reddening marks. The sadist in me has woken up.
“Mmmm,” she sighs.

I lean back and take another sip of the Merlot.
“Show me what is mine,” I hiss and feel how I harden just by giving her this order.

She puts her hands on the floor and slides them forward, finally leaning on her forearms, pushing up her ass.
When her forehead touches the floor she stills her movement and pushes up her behind so her buttocks open.

She waits patiently while I look at her, my eyes dwelling gluttonously over her delicious goodies who are, I am sure, yearning to be used over and over.
Then I get up. With the remote I change to another playlist.

She knows what is going to happen next and she is ready for it. The masochist in her waits eagerly to be satisfied.
“Give me pain, Milord. Please give me pain and don’t hold back,” Princess whispers.

Princess is such a good girl.

Submission If this is your creation please let me know so I can credit you.
Submission
If this is your creation please let me know so I can credit you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “Just another evening”

Leave a Reply