art-of-domination: She came home to find a note on the counter waiting for her. “Take your clothes
art-of-domination: She came home to find a note on the counter waiting for her. “Take your clothes off and wait for me kneeling in front of the bed.” She felt the tinge of arousal between her legs just reading the aggressive, sexy note that he had left. Walking towards the bedroom, a pair of handcuffs and some of his other restraints lay on the bed, in full view for her. She looked around, wanting to call his name, but waiting patiently, knowing all the while he had a plan. She slowly stripped out of her clothing and just as she was about to pull down her sheer stockings, there he was behind her. “Wait”, he said, as she was just about to pull them down. She felt her heart race at the command, his voice always able to instantly make her feel owned and his. “Yes, Sir”, she said, her voice low and submissive, different from how she usually spoke. The voice that she only let him hear.“Good girl. Now, again. But do it slowly. Seduce me, baby. Reveal yourself slowly for me.” She blushed at the command, but did as she was told, beginning to remove the stockings once more. “Stop.” She felt her heart pound, wondering if she had done something wrong. “Look at me, baby”, he said to her calmly, a small smile on his face. I want you to watch me enjoy you.” She blushed furiously at the thought of it. “Yes, Sir”, she said softly again, meeting his eyes as she turned her head towards him, her eyes locking on his steely gaze. She began to lower the stockings slowly, watching him, taking pleasure in the lascivious look he had in his eyes, seeing his lust and passion slowly increase. She could tell as she revealed her sex, that she was in for it. That he was going to unleash himself on her for quite some time. She was not wrong. -- source link