Chillin’

She turned the temp on the air conditioner down to the setting He preferred, even though it usually chilled her more than was comfortable.

“After all,” she mused “it’s all about His comfort, His wants, and His needs.”

As the a/c began to hum and chill the room, she stepped into the bathroom to prepare for His visit. A quick shower was all she had time for, but it was her second one today, so she knew it would do. She used the soap she knew He preferred to smell on her,  and rinsed swiftly.  Stepping from the shower stall, she dried, and quickly  applied a light coating of her moisturizer, again picked by Him. He loved the smell of the vanilla cocoa butter on her flesh, the taste of it if He wanted to bite her, and tonight she was going for 100 % owner approval!

She applied her makeup, added a dusting of bronzing glow, then dove gray eyeliner, lush sable mascara, a swift layer of pale pink lipstick and she was done.

Pulling her long hair up into a ponytail she took one last look in the mirror.

“Perfect!” she thought with a smile, “just what the Master ordered.”

In the bedroom, the temperature difference caused her nipples to harden instantly and her moist body to break out in goosebumps.

“oh yeah, that’s sooo hot,” she pouted sarcastically, looking down at her body. “A slave covered in goosebumps. Well damn!”

She heard the front door close even though He did it quietly. Swiftly she assumed her ordered position, sitting on her heels, palms and head up, eyes downcast, 2 paces from the bedroom door.

She saw His shiny work shoes pause in the doorway. Felt His eyes inspecting her. Felt….or did she only imagine it…. His approval.

She so wanted to hear His honey toned voice saying  “Good girl, kit.”

She sat, waiting, anticipating. She watched His feet pass within inches of her, then, nothing. She thought He stood just behind her looking at her. Was He looking at her? Admiring the curve of  ass, the flare of hips?  She heard Him move further away, heard the strike of a match, smelled the scent of sulfer, knew then He was lighting the candles around the room.

After a time, He came back to where she continued to sit without breaking posture. He leaned against her back, His knee against her spine, as He reached for the lightswitch and darkened the room. Grasping her by her ponytail He spoke.

“”Come here kit, and greet your Master.” 

She turned to Him, pressing her face into the crotch of His pants, inhaling that dark and masculine scent she loved. Felt His hand at the back of her head, pushing her deeper into that dark well. Felt His shaft beneath the fine fabric of His slacks, felt it begin to harden under her cheek.  She lifted her hands, opened  His pants,  used  her fingers  to caress the hardened cock inside. As she freed Him, kissing the head, He gave a soft sound, and she knew He was pleased.

“Good girl, kit.”

She lived for His praise, His happiness, His desires.  She began to suck on His cock, pushing her head down onto His swollen shaft, using her tongue to lap and caress the underside, to further His pleasure. His pubic hair tickled her nose as His  hard cock bottomed out in her throat, pulled back, then thrust again, and again into her warm and willing mouth.

Forgotten was the cold room, for here was the source of her warmth, the hot hard cock of her Master warming her from the inside out. 

He pulled out of her mouth without warning, admonishing her to quiet with a single look. He gestured her to the bed.

“Lay crossways, not at the headboard.” He instructed.

 He pulled her left hand out to the side, locking a cuff onto her narrow wrist, and tying it to the headboard. He repeated this for her right wrist, tying that to the footboard rope. Then again, left foot cuffed and tied to the headboard, right foot to the footboard. As he tied her into position, he pulled her so that her cunt and ass were positioned just at the edge of the bed. This was new to her, made her feel extremely vulnerable and exposed.  Lastly, after gazing deeply into her eyes for a moment, He blindfolded her.

She could hear Him moving about the room.  She could hear the closet door open, hangers banging about and surmised He was changing into His home clothes. Usually He had her disrobe Him, so the change in routine was somewhat baffling.

Time passed, but how much? In the dark, literally and figuratively, she sniggered to herself. Had she lain here mere minutes or had it been longer than an hour?  She could feel the breath of the a/c blowing across her skin, chilling her now that she no longer had her Master’s cock to warm her. Her nipples felt five inches tall! She supposed she was breaking out in goosebumps again, damnit all. How sexy could that be for a man like her Master?  Then again, He could look across the room at her, stretched out and opened wide, see her exposed cunt poised at the edge of the bed in full technicolor view, so maybe He wouldn’t even notice the goosebumps!

She felt, rather than heard, His return. He was standing between her legs, she was certain of it, as she could feel the movement of air against her there.  Without warning, a warm, thick finger invaded her cunt!

“Ungh!” she jumped, startled at the invasion.

“Say something, kit?”  He asked.

“ah, no, Master, i, er, was ….surprised, is all, ” she stammered out, squirming despite herself, as His finger twisted and writhed inside her. Pulling out, plunging back in, she began to undulate to His finger fucking deeply inside her.

“oh, oh, oh” she gasped, “oh Master, that feels sooooo gooooood,”

Upon hearing her, He stopped. His finger pulled out, stayed out. He moved away, she heard Him cross the room. Listening, straining, she thought she heard Him come back, yes, she could feel the breeze of  His return on her now needy,  dripping cunt. She wanted….Him. Wanted to feel Him plunge that hard cock of His deep into her flesh, to have Him impale her, use her as she lay here, open to His every desire.

An unexpected flare of heat, a splash … her nipple felt like it was on fire, and suddenly harder than ever before as  hot wax cooled quickly on her chilled flesh.

“OH MY GOD!”  she lurched in her bonds, gasping.

He laughed, and continued to pour the wax along her body, coating her breasts, creating pathways of pain and pleasure from her nipples to her cunt. Burning heat, cold skin, hardening, pulling wax.

She came in a crescendo of molten wax, as it dripped down her shaved mons into the cleft of her cunt, her juices running down with the hot wax that continued to be dripped relentlessly onto her body. Arching up in ecstacy, she met the  wax with her body, gasping.

“Now comes the fun part,” He said to her, as He removed her blindfold.

With a big grin  He reached for His favorite flogger. 

“Now I get to take all that wax off of you.”