Sir SeXStoRY

Lashed down to this bed I've had time to think. To relish all of the sweet torments you might visit upon me. I could smell you, the tinge of musk and wintry forest mingled with the heady masculinity that was your own scent by right. My breath came in sharp little gasps of delight when I felt you near. Already my nipples were darkened berries cresting my chest, the fine nest of curls between my thighs dampened. I cultivated it as expressly ordered by you when we started. We had been at this game for some months now, having reached a point when you saw in me the need and necessity of taking control. Some nights you had me strut beside you on our way to a restaurant in a skirt too short for my voluptuous thighs, exposing the rounded mocha tan bottom of my cheeks. I would blush the entire time knowing that had I not done it as you asked the next time would be equally if not more embarrassing. Often we sat late at night with my hair splayed across your lap as we watched a movie, your voice coming across almost teasingly "Why do you worry about what people think? I love you as you are and so should you." I always brushed the question off with light humor. This was one of those nights when my disobedience earlier earned me swift and stern punishment. You had chosen the movie, one you knew I'd love to see and asked that I showed up with no panties so you could touch me at will. Cleverly you laid the items you wanted me to wear on the bed the evening before. Instead of the short revealing halter dress that clung to my curves like a second skin; revealing yet concealing; I chose to wear the black one I favored so much, silky stocking clad my thighs and a pair of slick boots clung to my calves. One look when I arrived told me I was in so much trouble. We settled close to the top where we would court some privacy, the lights were low so none could see when you leaned in to whisper in my ear " Did you not like what I chose?" I could feel your hand caress beneath the hem to touch where the sheer material of my hose shielded me from your touch. I dared not answer, it wasn't fear so much as excitement for what may come next that had me hold my breath. There was a clatter as if you dropped something then you knelt before me, your hands pushing my knees apart forcing me lower into the chair then a soft click was heard. You carefully nicked a small hole in the crotch of my hose before moving back to your seat beside me. I wanted so badly to cuddle against your side to soothe the anger within you. Part of me loved knowing how meticulously you would extract your punishment until i knew better than to disobey you again.