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Unfolding
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Unfolding The soft fabric of her dress, lightly caressed her full and fulsome breasts. He watched with a hungry smile. She seemed, at first, unaware of his scrutiny, but it is rare for so physical a woman to not be aware of her audience. This only heightened His pleasure in her. Her skin, somewhere between a soft tan and beige, seemed flawless, and extremely touchable. His fingers almost itched with the desire to caress her. Savoring the desire, and the concommitant fire, He nods as her eyes find His and then He is gone. Another night, He may, or may not, follow up with her. He knows that often even the most promising of feasts, may leave one still hungering, and tonight.... tonight the table is laid. Entering his modest home, He stops in the foyer to sense its vibrations. Like most sensualists, he can readily sense the presence or absence of others. The house, though still and silent, resounds with her presence. Methodically, He checks His mail and phone messages. The back of His mind is filled with images of the woman from the bar, as he moves about the quiet, neat rooms of his home. Up the stairs, He undresses as he progresses, enjoying the growinga awareness of His own body, as it is revealed. He works hard at maintaining His flat, well-toned abdomen, and the well-defined musculature of His arms and back. He drops his clothes in the hamper, emptying the pockets onto the valet. Naked, He steps into the shower and lets the water wash away the world outside. Drying off with the rough thick towels He loves, He pauses to breathe deeply centering His chi. Beyond the second door, she waits. Since He entered the house, and possibly longer, she has maintained the position. Naked, her skin powdered as He likes, her hair in French braids down her lovely back, kneeling, with her hands pronated on her thighs: her head held aloft, but eyes down. He stands in the doorway. How lovely she looks. Her gift to Him. Some prefer the head bowed, but He has taught her to be proud of the gift she lays before Him. If she does not treasure the gift, why should He. She affects not to know that He is there. As though carved from some pale translucent pink pearl, her skin shines, and awaits. He walks about her, examining the placement of her toes. Something she often had problems with in the beginning. Perfect, now. He admires for a pleasant moment the full rich curve of her delightful derriere. Her elbow placement is almost perfect. Then He smiles. In the right plait, she has used a thick rubber band. He stares at the offense, knowing full well that she would never forget, and that she has invited His punishment. How best to respond. For a moment, He considers, pretending not to see it, but that would be unfair. It is not a truly egregious offense, but one that cannot be ignored. Moving to the bedside table, He opens the small drawer there. Lifting the offending lank of hair, without a word he cuts the plait off four inches from its offensive end. Her shudder is too quick and too powerful to suppress. She did not think He would do that. How she had worried over choosing the right infraction to commit. She felt the tears in her eyes, but fought to compose herself, knowing full well that it was too late and that already He had marked her loss of control. Tossing the hair onto the table, He drew her to her feet. As she rose, her head descended. She felt the unsecured plait slowly unravelling on her naked back. She fought not to think of the weeks it would take for her hair to grow out; the care she would have to take to hide the unevenness of her hair's length. Perhaps He would let her get it cut to a uniform length, but she would not ask. Drawing her across his knees, slowly, enjoying the feel of her rapidly rising nipples as they brushed His thighs, His hand glissading down her lovely back, and across her full ass, as He positioned her. He waited until she had arrayed herself as taught, then His hand came down on her lovely buttocks with a resounding and satisfying smack. The sting, the warmth, the touch that followed, all brought her to the immediate moment. The discarded tresses forgotten, as she caressed His strong calf and thigh, and felt her full breast press into his thigh. Six hard spanks followed, and she savored each one. It was their tradition not to speak. If He wished to set a mood, or scene, He would choose the words that would frame their play. She wished only to make HIm happy. Grasping her remaining plait, He pulled her head up to allow His lips to claim hers. Her heart raced. With surprising strength, He pulled her onto the bed and rolled her over. Easily and casually, securing her hands over her head in the leather bag that He had secured there for the purpose. Her hands were free within the bag, but the tie bound her wrists in such a way that once the bottom of the bag is seured to hits hook, her arms press against her head. He loves the way that this position thrusts her full breasts upward, and serves them to his gaze, and his touch. Looking at them for a long moment He smiles and she realizes that He has decided to enjoy them in His own special way. This time she is able, barely, to suppress the shudder that His eyes evoke. Gazing at her lower body, He weighs His choices. Some degree of punishment is still called for. Rising from the bed, He takes something from the bedside table. Smiling at her, He wraps the thick leather belt about her waist. She drew in her stomach as He tightened the thick belt. Tying the leather thong about the belt with the buckle off center, He drew the thong down and between the moist pouting lips of her cunt, as his finger savored the scented sweetness. Up the crack of her ass, the thong passed and under the belt. Drawing it over and knotting it with the piece that transected her mounds, He drew the thong slowly and tightly around her hip, and slowly down her thighs, drawing her legs almost painfully together. Down her legs the leather spiral spilled the soft flesh distending between the bights of binding. By the time He tied it around her left great toe, she was immobilized and enveloped in the caress of the leather that only heightened her sense of nakedness. He stared into her eyes, letting her see His pleasure, then he placed the silk tie abut her eyes and she was in the night of His caress. to be continued....s |
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