marquiseoftease: My boy arrived at mine just by the time he said he would. How he even manages to, w
marquiseoftease: My boy arrived at mine just by the time he said he would. How he even manages to, with a journey of over a hundred miles, I don’t know. But keeping me waiting is not an option for him. As always, the front door to my house was open and a drink stood ready in the kitchen. I had lit the candles in the lounge, placed his kneeling cushion in the centre of the room, displayed his cuffs and toys on the dining table. His collar with the open lock was sitting on the console, delightfully close to where he will kneel, and on eye level. I want him to feel welcome, I want to be his safe place. He knows his instructions: Undress and fold your clothes on one of the chairs. Change into your garter, stockings, panties and heels (I had specified exactly which items beforehand, this guy has more lingerie and shoes than I !!) This time round I had also instructed him to put on his ring gag. Once you are done, send me a text message, then turn off your phone, kneel on the cushion, arms behind your back, eyes closed and wait for me. He had to wait a fair while, I was not ready yet upstairs. I took my time putting on my holdups, the leather skirt and the overknee leather boots. I might or might not have “forgotten” to put on panties. I did however remember to take a picture for my lovely Tumblr followers. When I was happy with my make-up I went downstairs to meet him. I don’t remember how long I stood in the door frame, just looking at him. At him kneeling, his chest heaving in anticipation, shadows cast by the candles dancing across his body, his cock already producing wet patches in the red fabric that matches his red polka dot heels , drooling out of his gag, his saliva running down and dripping off his chin. My boy, my beautiful strong boy, my precious. He kept his position, head bent, eyes closed. How much self control I had to exert to not simply jump on him, snog the hell out of him and fuck his arse there and then. Instead, I slowly paced around him, a predator measuring her prey. My hands ran over his body, caressing, tracing. I could feel him tremble under my touch. Eventually, I spat my saliva into his open mouth in lieu of a kiss. He was finally allowed to open his eyes and look at me, before the most intimate moment of the evening: the moment I placed his metal collar around his neck and clicked the lock shut. I don’t want this ever to end @marquisesproperty -- source link