Escalation... Master's Piece

The Second Day

 

You come down the short flight of stairs from the bathroom, fresh, naked, ready, your body oiled in scented lotions, your make-up replenished, your lips painted red, your hair piled up, pinned, you see me, you see the big, antique bed. Your collar and leash await you on the edge, with the cuffs, to secure your wrists, and my riding crop. Before them, on the floor, are your polished, black stilettos, only ever worn indoors, in bed. The rest of your clothes are folded away or hung in the wardrobe. You won't need them today, not until we leave this locked room for our evening meal; sustenance to replenish and feed our tomorrow.

You glance at the collar, the ensemble on the bed, your red lips parted in a sigh. In empathy, the neatly Brazilian-trimmed lips of your cunt appear to pout, seeping glistening nectar. Your body trembles. You turn your head, your lidded gaze meeting mine.

I have stripped the bed back to just sheets and pillows. The duvet, beneath which we will eventually cuddle, is stored to one side of the room. The pillows remain to support your body as you become spent, to raise you up as on an altar, for me to plunder. The bed will be our arena, our race track; you the sleek, oiled machine, a receptacle, a cockpit, with me; the driver. But it's you I want as navigator, you to tell me where you want us to go. I've placed the mirrors so that when you kneel, facing the head of the bed, you will see yourself from the side and from behind with just a turn of your head. You will not be blindfolded. I want you to witness our coupling.

We started the day auspiciously enough, I served you the breakfast, in bed, that arrived on a tray at 8:00. For a sense of foreplay I bound your wrists with the black ribbons, blindfolded you and fed you cold meats, pastries, sips of tea. For you, today, its still input, input, input; experience to feed your imagination. I ran you a bath, leading you up the stairs to our sumptuous bathroom, me leaning back in the big, slipper bath, and you lying between my legs, the small of your back to my erect cock. I washed you, soaping up your breasts, teasing your pretty, pink nipples to stiffen them and make you sigh. You seemed too apprehensive to speak except for the smallest of small-talk, until you asked, "What do you have planned for today, Master?"

"You'll see. In good time."