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| Miss_OL |
She'd been there before. Many times.
Her fingerprints were everywhere, all over his house, despite the fact that she often wore gloves. Entry was never forced. She used a key.
He was always left in the same way. Her way. Tied with a silk scarf at each limb to a corner of the bed, and gagged with a pair of cum wet, black, silk knickers, taped in with duct tape.
He always had the usual evidence of recent spanking to his buttocks, it would normally last a few days, depending on whether she'd gone on to flog him that time, or not. There may even be photos, somewhere. He was sure he'd heard a camera being used a couple of times, but it was hard to tell when hooded or blindfolded.
So, there was always DNA, to die for, a scene of crime officer's dream. Hers, mainly, in abundance, all over his face … her juices and cum, piss, spit. Along with further DNA that could be taken from the rim of an empty wine glass, or mug of cold coffee, if necessary. Also, there was always a variety of half eaten food left on the table, usually the same selection of soft and hard cheeses that she liked, some olives, Parma ham, ciabatta, grapes, broken crackers strewn around, crumbs on the floor, an empty a bottle of Merlot.
Evidence. Everywhere.
Evidence that she'd been in, taken what she'd wanted, then left. Simply left. Left him to clear the mess up. Left him to free himself (she'd loosen one of the ties, reluctantly), left him to examine himself in the mirror, talk to himself in the mirror, before collapsing into bed sometime in the early hours, cold and longing for her. Aching for her. For her love, her affection, something more. Something more than what she gave him. Left, aware of her scent on his face and her taste in his mouth, and left holding only her wet knickers for company.
It was always the same method of operating and execution of the task.
It was so obviously her. Everything about it said it was 'her'. There was no doubt, it was a cut and dried case. Would be easily solved by any self respecting detective, even one such as himself, if it ever came to that.
………………………………………
Except this time, she'd been late. Well, later than usual.
She generally arrived when it suited her, it wasn't fixed, but it was always sometime between 11pm and 1am. However, this time, she'd been tired. It had been a long week. She'd had car troubles, had had to work longer hours, and had other social commitments.
This time he'd found himself feeling anxious due to her lateness. Scared she may not come. Perhaps she'd lost interest? Found a new play thing for her Friday nights? Worried something had happened in her life outside of this. That life he knew little about.
He'd washed and shaved, as required, he had to shave twice on these meeting up days. Morning and evening. His face had to be smooth and stubble free, “clit friendly,” as she called it. He'd checked it, double checked it. It felt soft enough. He knew the standard required.
Balls had to be trimmed, neatly, not shaved, she didn't like shaved balls. (Trimming required more effort and accuracy). They had to be full, and aching.
Cock, to be clean and to be ready on demand. It hadn't been locked away last time, so he'd had a free run of erections that week. He was allowed to touch for washing etc, but not for pleasure.
He'd placed the lube by the bed, laid out the cuff and ankle straps, collar, lead, tawse, cane, crop, his leather belt, gag, tape, 4 silk scarves, her favourite dildo, all as she had listed in the email. Mask? Hood? He panicked, quickly checked the list, no, she hadn't listed them this time. These were the only variations, usually.
Any clothing requirements? No, just naked this time.
Hand and toenails, clean and trimmed (she would inspect them closely), hair washed and short, but long enough to be grabbed.
Yes, he was ready.
The house was clean, spotless. Lights on downstairs, small lamp only on in the landing, bedroom dark, but door ajar, front door key left out in the usual place, snack prepared and left in the dining room, he'd got her favourite selection, wine glass polished, wine opened and left to breathe. Towels in the bathroom (the soft and fluffy ones), bath ready, if required, either to bathe her, or for her to piss on him, and robe laid out for her. Yes, everything done.
Now him to assume the position and wait for her.
Naked, face down on the bed, legs apart.
He heard the clock tick as he lay on the bed, in the dark, waiting, in anticipation. Waiting and waiting. It was after 2 by now. He occasionally looked up at the clock, tapped his fingers on the bed. Could he risk a quick pee and get back into position before she arrived? He'd have to ask for permission whilst she was there. She often said no. He didn't have time now as suddenly, he thought he heard it, the sound of a lone car engine … yes, it was hers. He was sure, he was attuned to it, like her dog. Well, he was her dog.
He heard the sound of her reverse gear as she parked, impatiently, heard her car door slam, her central locking bleep, her heels clicking up the path, the gate opening and slamming closed behind her, and he waited the few seconds before she turned the key. Heard her keys being flung on the hall table, his heart started pounding in his chest. She was downstairs! And she sounded tense tonight. Very tense.
He put his head down in the gap between the pillows, adjusted himself, bum ready, face ready, arms loose, legs splayed. Ready, just ready. Ready for anything really. Ready to submit.
She'd gone into the kitchen. He heard her heels on the tiled floor. He'd spent hours cleaning in there earlier, everything was gleaming for her. Heard her pour the wine and walk through to the lounge. She put the TV on, loud.
A grin crossed his face as he lay there. A silly grin. Part nervous, part excited. He practiced sucking in his cheeks and releasing them, opening and closing his jaw, he licked his teeth, practising, limbering up, ready for what he knew she would want later. “Nice open mouth now, boy” or “Let me see that eager tongue, you greedy little slut”. Her words went through his mind. God he was excited. So excited. How did she do this to him? He loved it.
He was so busy flexing his facial muscles, so carried away in the moment, that he didn't hear her come in to the room. He had missed the sound of her climbing the stairs. All of a sudden, he stopped himself. He froze. She was here. She was in the room, in the darkness, next to the bed, looking down at him. He had a moment of trepidation. He felt her eyes on the back of his head, he dare not move. The hairs on the back of his neck tingled. As much as he wanted to acknowledge her presence, felt he should, he knew not to move.
They'd been doing this for a while now, but he never lost that moment of … those few seconds of … fear, but he trusted her implicitly, had always felt safe, no matter how she abused him. Her perfect style of Dominance, her calm and controlled manner, the efficiency in her movements. She never went too far, but she often took him to the edge. But overall, she just excited him, enthralled him, and thrilled him. Used him. He'd never met anyone like her. He loved her, adored her, and submitted to her, unconditionally. She knew exactly which buttons to press. She called him her Friday night sex toy. And he was honoured.
She was standing in the darkness, still. The moment was so silent that it was broken by the subtle creak of her leather glove as she raised the wine glass to her lips and took a sip before placing it noisily down on the table next to the bed. Some wine spilled. She gave out a loud laugh, a mocking laugh.
“Did I scare you?”
Her voice was low, firm, clear, and sarcastic. It wasn't like her.
He said nothing, did nothing, just lay there, like a piece of meat, for her to devour. That's how he felt anyway. That's how he wanted to feel. Then he felt ... her.
She had climbed on to the bed, and then on to him, she was straddling him, sitting firmly in the small of his back, pushing his abdomen into the mattress with some force. Her movements were fast, rough, angry. She had boots on, with long spiky heels; he felt them scratch his lower leg. It hurt. He winced. She leaned forward; he felt her long hair tickle his shoulders, the familiar smell of her perfume and the fruity smell of wine on her breath, then felt her breath in his ear, on his neck. She licked the back of his neck, sniffed him. Like a predator. Then, suddenly, his head was pulled up by his hair, his neck in an arm lock, and the smell of her leather glove over his nose and the taste of leather in his mouth, as her weight pressed deeper into his back and she whispered loudly into his right ear, scraping it with her teeth.
“Bet you thought I wasn't coming.”
“Bet you thought I might not want you, tonight.”
Then a pause.
“Oh I WANT you, BOY!” I want you like NEVER before!”
“It's going to be different this time."
"I've had a stressful week, and I want some relief".
He heard himself make a sort of whimper, it wasn't intended.
“Legs apart,” she raised her voice
“Wider!” He shuffled them apart, curling his toes over the edges of the bed.
I said, “WIDER!”
He felt a knee to his balls. He groaned from somewhere deep inside, it was muffled behind the glove that was over his mouth.
Then he felt the first slap on his backside, and the sting it left. There didn't appear to be going to be much of a warm up, this time …
Edited Sat 17 Sep 11, 3:06 AM by Miss_OL
| 17 Sep 11, 3:25 AM fuhgeddaboudit UK(W), 20 mths  |
Love a good read especially when it's written well too! And there's a part 2 to follow....  |
| 17 Sep 11, 5:10 AM Nickleye UK(SW), 4 yrs |
wow! Just got up because i couldn't sleep and was welcomed by this. Definately cant sleep now... Love it! Can't wait for part 2  |
| 17 Sep 11, 5:17 AM wonderer UK, 5 yrs |
Wow - that's so exciting. Arousing even. And beautifully described. "Wisdom begins in wonder” (Socrates) |
| 17 Sep 11, 10:15 AM flamesdesire UK(OX), 4 yrs |
Role on part 2, good story. jxx "Take me from this earth an endless night- this, the end of life. From the dark I feel your lips and taste your bloody kiss." |
| 17 Sep 11, 10:19 AM Original_Rebel UK(CT), 10 yrs |
Oh wow that was incredible, so much build up.
ETA....can't wait for part 2 Edited 17 Sep 11, 10:23 AM by Original_Rebel |
| 17 Sep 11, 12:01 PM submindset UK, 5 yrs |
OMG! Fantastic! |
| 17 Sep 11, 10:30 PM cjack100 UK(M), 7 yrs |
Please direct me to the nearest ice bath!! |
| 18 Sep 11, 8:18 AM prettyPETunia UK(WS), 4 yrs |
You do this for a living, right? I dont do much reading, apart from newspapers, but this captured me and I cant wait for part two. When is it? Please tell us, please? If love is blind I need to find a cane |
| 19 Sep 11, 12:24 AM joelicks UK(EH), 4 yrs |
Really captured me too. Felt every emotion that man was going through. Great writing Miss OL. |
| 18 Oct 11, 1:53 AM femsup UK(NW), 5 yrs |
MMM can feel the sheets on that bed and the longing in his body and the powerful emotions and need in her.Thank you so much. |
