With a pinched grip on her nipple, He backed her across the room. The look on her face was almost comical, He mused. Panic, pain, a dash of humor, perhaps. He wondered how long that little naughty grin would last.
“What did I tell you?” He all but purred at her.
She knew she was in for it. He had told her to be ready. Somehow the afternoon had gotten away from her. Work, errands, life, fuck it all, had gotten in her way today.
Her dentist appointment had begun the cascade effect. Later than she’d expected. And she had to get to the post office and mail the package for her Dad’s birthday. He was in Tuscon and there was no way she was getting out there just now.
Then the accident in the center of town. She’d been three cars back from it, but it was impossible to creep around it, so she, and about 20 other cars, had been stuck there until the cops came and sorted it all out.
If only it had stopped at that, it would have still been salvageable, she thought. She stopped at the mini-mall to get His favorite wine. And walking past the dress shop, had seen the cutest outfit. She stopped, stared, looked at her watch. Surely she had 15 minutes to go try it on.
And then the corset and garters? Oh, she adored it, and pranced in front of the mirror, imagining His face, seeing her so decked out.She stood looking at herself, caught up in the fantasy. How would He react to such an outfit? Usually she served Him naked, but would this not entice? Arouse? Tease a bit?
Glancing down, she caught the reflection of her wristwatch.
OMG! She saw the time with a rapid uptick in heart rate. In a mad flurry, she discarded all the sexy trappings, got her own clothing back on, all but throwing the clothing at the clerk, explaining her rush on “late for a meeting!” and dashed out the door.
At the liquor store, she found His wine, then had to stand in line for almost 10 minutes, while the three people in line before her hemmed and hawed over purchasing just the right lottery ticket. She felt her jaw clench from the stress of knowing she was not going to make it on time, after all.
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He was sitting in His recliner when she blew through the door. Her fast skid-to-a-stop was comical, He thought, rather like a cartoon. Her arms would have pinwheeled in the air if she’d not been holding onto an assortment of packages.
He watched the struggle on her face as she absorbed His presence. She walked slowly towards him, still encumbered by her parcels, and knelt at His feet as was His desired greeting from her. He sat and watched her for a long while.
No point in belaboring her rule-breaking just now. She was late, they both knew it, and He knew she had not accomplished the task He had assigned her this morning. He watched as one silvered tear ran down her cheek.
Beautiful.
“Shoulders back.”
She adjusted, a struggle while still holding all the bags.
“More.”
He loved to watch that struggle, when her body, and her mind worked to accommodate His orders. Every thought just appeared across her face–resentment, annoyance, until finally relaxing into her submission. He watched her struggle with it, admired it actually.
Nothing really compared to seeing her fight her own will, pushing her agenda aside to submit to His.
It was a battle she fought frequently, yet one that He knew fulfilled her, completed her.
His hand smoothed across her hair, tucking strands behind each ear, opening her face to His view. He tipped her chin up and tapped her nose. Her eyes rose to His.
“upstairs” He murmured quietly.
She rose awkwardly, leaving her bags and parcels on the floor. He had said upstairs, not ‘put stuff away then upstairs’.
She was really glad she hadn’t bought ice cream.
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She knelt on her pad on the floor, naked. Her clothing was placed over the arm of the chair until He was done with her. She watched His sock-clad feet approaching her. He stood for a moment or two, long enough for her to smell the man-scent of Him, of cock-that heady musky smell-, of the last lingering traces of His cologne, and the tang of sweat.
Her mouth watered with that scent, uniquely Him. Her pussy filled, swelling with the burgeoning sex-need His nearness engendered in her.
And then He walked away. She heard the click of the bathroom light, the slight grating sound of the mirror on the medicine cabinet rolling open, then shut. A drawer in the cabinet opened and there was the sound of rummaging.
She opened her mouth to ask Him what it was He was looking for, but she fell silent, thinking she was already in hot water here, and didn’t need more.
The drawer closed with a thunk.
She heard something drop onto the nightstand, and in seconds, His feet re-appeared in front of her. He reached down, and began to pull her upright by her nipples.
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“What did I tell you?” He all but purred.
“T-that You wanted me prepared and naked and waiting for You when You got home.” She responded, hating the quaver in her voice.
“And were you?”
“no, Sir, i wasn’t…” she took a breath as if to explain, then silenced herself. Her control tonight was a thin thing, but she held onto it.
“And your other task is yet undone, isn’t it, slut?”
She nodded, wincing as His fingers pincered harder on her tender nipples.
She felt the press of the bed frame against her calves, yet He continued to press her back, forcing her to step over it. His fingers still held her nipples tight, controlling her every movement. With a final, painful twist, He released her. He lifted her to the swing suspended from the top of their bondage bed, securing wrists and ankles to the four corners of the frame.
“I thought about blindfolding you,” He said, as He turned back to the nightstand. From up here, she could not see what it was He had in His hand.
“But I decided that I preferred you knowing what was happening, so you could fully absorb the consequences of your choices. For some reason, I think you will understand My rules better if I demonstrate.”
And He fell quiet. She watched as He bent over, His torso and head blocking her view as He bent over her splayed pussy. His finger slipped into her cunt.
“You are wet, naughty girl.”
She flushed, then arched rigidly and yelped! What the fuck??? A second tug, and sharp pain. He stood upright and, opening the tweezers, dropped a single pussy hair onto her belly.
“Got it.” He said.
“Perhaps, next time when I tell you to shave, you’ll ‘get it’, too.”
And He bent, implacably, to His task once more.
