M is standing in front of the bed in a motel room. He is standing before her, naked except for a black blindfold , totally uncertain of what is to happen to him today. V is whispering to him while circling him, slowly, occasionally reaching out and caressing his tense waiting body. He has done what he had to get ready for her, to ease his anxiety about what might be coming.
I step into the front room and am struck by the immediate sense of anticipation that surrounds me. The doorman notices that I am not a regular attendee and approaches me with a copy of the house rules. I read over them and wonder if I have gotten myself into more than I can handle. Recognizing my apprehension the doorman asks me if I have any questions. Do I? Well, sure a whole list of them, but who will have the time or the inclination to be my personal informant as to the inner workings of this world without judgment?
I heard the car's engine shut down and frantically rushed to be in kneeling position beside the front door. My wife, Stacy, entered the moment I'd assumed the required pose, eyes downcast and hands clasped behind my neck. She was in relatively good humor tonight, cheerily saying, "Hello, pet. Have you been waiting long?"
Once again reading over the instructions her Master left for her while he went on vacation, Thalia physically trembles with anticipation. Thirty minutes of restrained teasing at his direction. Her small frame shivers with the thought of what he has in store for her. He has ordered his girl to bring herself to edge of climax every 5 minutes for 30 minutes before being allowed to cum.
After 32 Valentines Days spent together, her mind contemplative as she thinks of something unique, something that will take his breath away as surely as the merest glimpse of him turns her to a quivering mass of aroused and wet female flesh.
There is time, she grins and reaches for the phone. She spends the next three days buying and arranging her assortment of Valentine gifts for her husband.
"To heel, wench."
"Yes, my lord."
Such small words, but they hold such power over me. I enter the room quickly, kneeling gracefully behind you, awaiting your whim. I've prepared myself as you commanded, cleansing myself thoroughly, oiling my skin and brushing my hair to a silky sheen.
She walked the length of the terminal and looked at her watch and then at the arrival/departure display as if it would change anything. As if this futile pacing would make his plane get here any faster, faster or slower, she did not exactly know. And now that she had done it, finally consented to meet him, pushing aside all her misgivings and doubts, she was consumed with a bewildering mix of impatience and uncertainty.
Yvonne and I were relaxing in bed after another great spanking and sex session.
As we lay entwined in each other’s arms Yvonne said, “Don darling, tell me a story.”
“What sort of story?” I replied innocently, knowing full well what the subject matter would be.
Nancy walked along the path overlooking the ocean. The morning mist obscured the view of the blue sea which stretches far beyond the horizon on a clear day. All that was visible in the fog was the Hopewell Rocks. These giant stone monoliths rise from the beach floor to a height of over thirty five meters. The rocks tower over the seascape below.
She stood outside the large door. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Out of sheer will, she raised her arm to the door. The anticipation of seeing MasterDarkHeart, of being with him, played havoc with her body. This was not their first time together, but tonight had special meaning.