My man isn’t just my lover. He is also a mentor, master, gentleman … He began to discover the charms of real sex and harder games for me … But I was to make him satisfied. By the way. I subjected myself to his torture without a word of opposition. I succumbed, even when he didn’t say anything, but just did … But tonight, it was supposed to be different. Tonight … I was supposed to take the initiative without him even realizing it.
So first, when he came home, I invited him to dinner. I was still dressed relatively normally, which he did not like very much, I saw. But my plan was ambitious. While he was still eating his dinner, I went to get ready. I made my makeup – not too harsh, just to emphasize my eyes and lips. I put on the sexiest underwear I ever had and high boots – above the knee. I took a deep breath. I was ready.
He was just finishing eating when the music started. It was the song You Can Leave Your Hat On By Joe Cocker. I danced into the room, my heels tapping loudly. I moved my body slowly, sensually swaying my hips to the rhythm of the melody. I saw how he pushed his plate away from him, how he turned slightly sideways in the chair and rested his face on his toes. It expressed absolutely nothing – it was one of those impenetrable expressions that made me not sure if it was okay or not.
I didn’t care about it. I knew what I wanted to do and achieve. I already saw a gleam in his eye. I ruffled my hair and it fell in a smooth curtain over my back. I smiled flirtatiously at him, squeezing my breasts tightly hidden in the lace push up. I looked into his eyes intensely then. I turned my back to him. One smooth but quick move. I spread my legs wide and leaned deeply forward. I was proud of my ass, gently rocking from side to side. Years of training combined with wide hips made him unable to take his eyes off them. I rested my hand on the floor and gave myself a solid slap. I saw him twitch. It’s those little, involuntary body movements that betray his excitement. I smiled so that he didn’t see it.
I straightened up sharply. On the next table there were various gadgets, including a riding crop that I took in my hand. I ran its tip over my leg. I hit my thigh, leaving a red mark. I knew that would get his attention more. I turned to him again and gritted my teeth on the leather, hardened and braided riding thong. I slowly dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. In the meantime, the music has changed. This time “After Dark” by Tito & Tarantula was on. I love this track, even though it was quite a challenge. He was already loosening his tie – losing his temper.
I already knew that he was not happy about it, that he was so easily aroused. I let go of the torture device as he grasped the handle. He must at least have this illusion of control over me. I got more to my knees, swinging my hips side to side, spreading my arms wide, waving them gently. My thighs were open, and my gaze was shamelessly fixed on his eyes – the eyes of my master. I felt the riding crop on my cheek as it ran it over my skin. A light slap I took on my face with dignity. I didn’t look away. He had to keep trying to humble myself. He slid the toy between my legs then slapped it and there, over my slit.
– Stand up and turn your back.
These were his first words to me today. Usually, he didn’t say anything. I smiled. I obeyed this command. In a dancing movement, I climbed up on one foot first. Then on the second. Finally, leaning forward so he could see my breasts, I slowly straightened up, and with the jerk of my hips tempted him to finally move. I turned as he asked and ran his hands over my ass, hugging my waist tighter, emphasizing the width of my hips. I used them to make delicate eights. I already suspected that he could not resist them.
The screech of a shifting chair. Two steps. Crash. Loud. Leather riding crops on my buttocks. I sighed loudly, continuing my dance. Another crack. He tried to knock me off the beat, soaking my body. A blow with a flat hand on the ass. I took it, tugging my hair up. I was already so wet …
As the last notes rang out, he was already ripping my underwear off. He wasn’t what he always was
– coolly composed methodical. This time, he was like an animal that would choose its prey. I succumbed to him with pleasure. To his every sharp touch – as he tied me with his tie. When he was aiming the whip repeatedly … When he couldn’t help himself … I felt that I set him on fire. I knew he wasn’t thinking about anything but me. I got what I wanted. The great lord suddenly became a beast at my service… and it only took one dance.
