I sat in front of the phone booth and read his instructions again. I had read it enough times to memorize it, but I had been so frazzled since I had decided to meet him that my concentration was short at best.
My Sweet,
How you handle this first visit, is very important. Do as your told, follow the instructions and you will be rewarded.
Your Dress:
1. You are to wear a short skirt, knee to mid thigh high.
2. Do not wear nylons, unless they are with a garter.
3. You'll wear a pair of panties you like, but you are to carry a pair of your favorite thong panties with you.(Place these in your purse.)
4. Wear a comfortable bra with a blouse that buttons in the front.
I looked down at my bare legs against the black knit skirt, pale now from the winter months. The black knit top hung loosely, buttoning down the front as required. Beneath I wore the black lace panties and bra I had recently bought at Victoria's Secret. The black suede heels would surely make me taller than him, but I loved the way my legs looked in them.
The news was just starting on the radio as I continued reading.
Your Toys:
1. You are to rent or bring a copy of an adult video. Something you have wanted to watch, but haven't had the chance to. (Place the video in your purse as well)
2. If you can, also bring your favorite dildo or vibrator. Place that in your purse next to your panties and video.
In the trunk was a large purse I had bought for the occasion, stuffed with my electric vibrator, Taboo rented from the local video store, and a pair of thong panties. The instructions continued with directions on how to get to the specific phone booth where I had parked.
Two or three blocks on your right, you will see a little pink and green restaurant being built. You will also see a phone both. Park your car in front of the booth and dial this number. YOU MUST CALL AT EXACTLY 10:05AM. You'll simply ask for the Black Knight and say, "I've arrived." When you hear the response. "That's nice... have a good day." You'll hang up and get back in your car and drive down the street until you see a little corner mall area. Go to the coffee shop in the corner.
When you get to the coffee shop, buy one mocha for us to share. You'll then get back into your car and head north. Just past the school on your right side, you'll see the Rose Garden. Go to the center of the Rose Garden, sit on the bench in front of the fountain and wait for me to join you.(Carry your purse with you...you'll need it.)
Once we meet there, I'll take over the instructions verbally. Expect to spend at least 2 hours with me.
If you follow these instructions, good things will cum to you. If you don't...
I looked at my watch again. It was almost time. I pressed the clock button on the radio and checked again. One more minute. A man jogged down the street and I watched him from my rear view window wondering if the Black Knight was watching me from wherever he was. I smiled at the thought and grabbed a quarter from the coin holder on the dashboard. Taking the letter, I opened the car door and stepped out and walked to the booth, adjusting my short skirt as I held the receiver in my hand.
The number rang once and then I heard his voice.
"Hello?"
"Is the Black Knight there?" I asked smiling. It seemed like such a silly game, but I was playing earnestly enough.
"This is the Black Knight." His voice was always quiet and sensuous.
"I have arrived," I said following the script in his note.
"Let me be certain," he said suddenly branching off in another direction. "What does the billboard say next to you?"
"Hold on," I said stepping out of the booth and looking around for a billboard. I didn't see it until I looked directly up from the booth and saw the Nike ad.
"ah... Just Do It."
"You've done well, my sweet," he said approvingly.
"I'm not certain which direction I'm suppose to go when I leave here."
"Well, there's been a slight change of plans," he said sighing into the phone as if stretching.
"Oh?"
"Do you see the market across the street from you?" I turned and scanned the area. There was a two story building on the corner with a neighborhood market sign hanging out front.
"Yes," I answered.
"I want you to drive into the parking lot behind it and park next to a gold Jaguar. Open the passenger door and wait for me."
"My passenger door or the Jaguar's passenger door?" I asked. I was determined to follow his instructions to a tee and wanted to make sure I understood.
"Yours." I thought I detected a smile in his voice, but he went on. "Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"I'll see you soon."
I hung up the phone and got back in my car. My hands shook slightly and I took a deep breath as I turned on the ignition. I knew better than to think about what I was about to do. Meet a man I barely knew and allow him to control me for a couple of hours. To do what... I didn't even know. It wasn't the time to analyze it and I quickly turned the car around and headed for the corner.
I pulled the car into the lot next to the Jaguar wondering where it was that he lived. Perhaps in the house on the other side of the shrubs in front of the car. Maybe in the apartments across the street. I reached over and unlocked the passenger door, opening it slightly as I looked through the rear mirror. Nothing moved. I leaned back in my seat trying not to fidget glancing between the side mirror, which viewed the street and the rear mirror overlooking the parking lot.
I thought of his picture. Chocolate brown skin, sparkling eyes and a charismatic smile. He seemed massive in his picture, like a football linebacker... all neck and chest. I was surprised when he told me he was under six foot. I picked at my nails as I tried to remember his voice... realizing that I could still leave.
Something moved in the rear mirror and I glanced up. He was walking towards the car, swaggering confidently in jeans and a black leather jacket, sunglasses hiding his eyes.
"Oh my god," I whispered to myself. "He's really is gorgeous." There is a certain comfort that comes from knowing a man has a few flaws. I wondered how hard I would have to search for his. The door opened and he sat down in the seat next to me, shifting slightly and smiling at me.
"Hi," he smiled. "Did you have any problems getting here?"
"Hi," I said looking at his face. It was younger than I had imagined... perhaps even ten years younger than mine. "No... you're instructions were clear."
"You've done well," he said. "Is there anything I should know?"
"No," I answered.
He fingered his chin softly and then asked if I had brought my purse.
"It's in the trunk," I said smiling at him.
"We're going to leave now. I want you to bring your purse with you."
"We're walking?" I asked.
"Yes," he said opening his door and getting out.
I stepped out of the car, locking it behind me, and opened the trunk to retrieve my purse. He waited as I closed the lid and followed him through the parking lot. When we reached the side of the corner store he turned toward the stairs leading up the back and stopped.
"Are we going up?" I asked.
"Yes," he said nodding towards the top of the stairs.
I climbed the stairs in front of him, wondering if he was watching my ass as it swayed in front of him. Certain that he was. There were two doors at the top of the stairs and a small patio. I stopped, not certain which door was the entrance. He moved in front of me and opened the door on the left.
"I want you to go in and sit in the blue chair," he said, "and put your purse on the floor."
The door opened into a dark kitchen. I saw no blue chair and continued walking forward until I saw a living room to the left. There in center of the room facing the futon couch was a straight back blue chair. I sat down and dropped my purse to the floor next to me. The wall behind the couch was primarily windows, but the blinds were closed making it dim in the room. It wasn't a lavish apartment. Sort of a post college decorum.
He pushed a CD into the player and soothing classical music filled the air. He walked behind me and stroked my hair lightly and then kneaded my shoulders. I sighed as I tried to relax with his touch. Then he turned and left, entering a room off to the left and closing the door behind him.
I scanned the living room as I wondered what he was doing. Trophies sat on the shelf above the CD player. They were too far away to be able to tell what they were for. There was a built-in wall unit on the right-hand wall of some kind on the right-hand wall and another doorway heading down a hall.
The door opened and he returned, still dressed, but taking off the leather jacket and laying it on a nearby chair.
"Could you see me at the phone booth from here?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered, walking over and sitting down on the couch across from me. He leaned back and looked at me for a long moment. Crossing his ankle over his knee he said, "I want to set some ground rules first."
I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my knees and putting my head in my hands smiling at him. "OK," I answered.
"Do you remember your safe word?" he asked.
"Relief?" I answered.
"Very good," he smiled.
"Now, you're not to speak or look at me at any time unless I tell you to. Your eyes are to always stay down. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said sitting up in the chair and looking down at his hands resting on his lap.
"Good," he said. "Spread your legs apart for me." I swallowed hard and slowly parted my legs.
"A little more," he said. I moved them further apart and glanced up to see him smiling as he stared into my crotch. When he saw my eyes looking at him his expression changed immediately to a cold stare.
"Don't look at me!" he said sternly.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly looking back down.
He stood up from the couch and walked behind me. He leaned down close to my ear, so close that I could feel his breath on my neck.
"That was the only warning you will get," he said softly. His hands caressed my hair and I closed my eyes as I let them comfort me. How quickly I could forget his sternness and feel his passion.
"You're a very beautiful woman," he said stroking a finger down my cheek. "You've pleased me." I wanted to say, "thank you," but I wasn't sure I was allowed to speak, so I remained silent.
His fingers slowly slid down my top, caressing the bare skin at my neckline and parting the opening slightly until the tops of my breasts were exposed. Slowly he undid the first button, tracing the black lace of my bra. My breath quickened as he opened the next button and then the next until all but the last button was undone.
He returned to his seat in front of me to view his work. I struggled to keep my eyes down as he looked at me.
"What am I going to do with you?" he said out loud to himself... or was he actually asking me? "I want you to take the toys you brought with you and put them on the couch... then go and sit back down."
I stood and did as he asked. Taking the large vibrator out and laying it down on the futon, and then the video in its case. I held the thong underwear in my hand for a moment, not sure if he meant those as well, and finally laid them down next to the others before returning to my seat.
"Stand back up," he said standing beside me. "Turn around." I turned and faced a large TV as his hand moved along my back and slowly over my ass. He stood very close to my ear and talked softly.
"I want you to slow reach under your skirt and take off your panties," he said standing to my side.
Slowly I reached up the bottom of my short skirt until my fingers latched onto the lace waistband. I pulled slowly, easing them down as gracefully as possible until they reached my knees. Then I stepped out of them and folded them slightly before tossing them on the couch.
"Good," he said stroking my ass. "Sit back down in the chair."
I was momentarily relieved that I was still wearing my clothes and had seemed to please him. He walked over to the side of the room and then returned behind me. I saw the collar come around in front of me before it went around my neck. Leaning my head forward slightly, I told myself, "It's just a collar. No big deal. Just go with it."
When it was buckled snugly enough he walked away momentarily and then returned with a blue nylon leach, which he clipped to a ring on the collar. I was momentarily shocked. I had heard about such things, but had certainly never experienced it. I swallowed hard and wondered more was in store.
He returned to his seat in front of me, pulling on the leash until I had to lean forward in the chair. Still keeping my eyes downward, I watched him twist the leash around his wrist slowly, pulling me forward.
"Stand up," he said tugging on the leash until I stood. "Walk over there and get that towel for me." I followed the direction of his fingers and turned toward a striped towel that lay over a trunk or hope chest of some kind. He had dropped the leash to let me go and I picked the towel up quickly and turned back to give it to him. My eyes registered a few objects as I turned back. I knew they were some type of D/s toys. Had I moved more slowly I could have taken a better inventory. But my eagerness to please him cost me as I returned quickly with the towel.
He stood, picking up the leash and pulling it taunt until I was very close to him. I liked the way he would bring his mouth very close to me, as if he were about to kiss me, opening me. He reached forward and unfastened the last button and slowly slid my top off my shoulders. I looked down at his hands, thankful that I could not look in his eyes.
"I want you to slowly take your skirt off," he said softly, holding my leash snug in his hand. It was my moment of truth and I slowly reached for the waist of my skirt and lowered it down over my ass, along my thighs, until I stepped out it and laid it on the couch.
"Good," he whispered. He draped the leash down my back and let it drop. Then he came around in front of me and knelt, grabbing it from between my legs and pulling it up to my waist until it snugly caressed my pussy.
"Hold this," he said handing me the leash. I took it in my hands as he walked over to the chest and returned with a set of handcuffs. An alarm went off inside. I had never been cuffed before. I would be truly powerless over him as soon as they closed down on my wrists. As much as I wanted to protest, there was a stronger desire not to displease him. Why? I still do not understand.
First the right wrist was enclosed, then the leash was fed through the contraption somehow and the left wrist was locked. He pulled me toward him by the cuffs and led me over to the wall unit and turned me around. The next thing he picked up from the chest was a large piece of rope and I watched his hands as he unraveled it. I couldn't imagine what he was going to do with it.
He looped it through the handcuffs and tied it in several knots. Then he slowly ran it up my chest and over my shoulder, down my back and around my leg just above the knee. He then crossed it over and wrapped it around my other leg, then up my back until he tied it to something behind my head.
"Take two steps forward," he said softly, and I struggled slightly to move, but the extra steps tightened the binds around my body. He put his arms around me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall from my breasts hanging from the rope that had me secured. His hard cock was more than obvious as it stretched pushing the front of his jeans.
Once again he leaned his mouth so close to mine, until I could feel his breath on my lips. "Do you have any idea how hard I've been thinking about you?" he whispered. I shook my head no. I wanted him to kiss me... to touch me. My mouth was dry and suddenly all I could think of was water.
"May I have some water please?" I whispered.
"You want some water?" he repeated back.
"Yes, please," I said staring at the floor. He walked toward the kitchen and I dared to raise my eyes to watch him, ready to drop them at an instant if he turned around. He returned with a glass and held my face gently he fed me the water. It was ice cold and very refreshing.
"Thank you," I whispered letting him know that I had had enough. He trailed the glass along my left shoulder and let the cold water spill down my chest. I giggled as the water ran over my nipples and down along my hands held in the cuffs. He poured it over to the other shoulder and then caressed my nipples with the cold glass as I bit my lip.
"I think I'll let you down from here," he said reaching behind me and untying the rope. Slowly he unwound it from my body and untied it from the handcuffs.
"Go sit in the blue chair facing the TV," he said as he wound up the rope. I did as I was told, feeling the leash tighten as I sat down. It pulled on the collar and I tried to move in a way that might loosen it, but the more I tried, the tighter it got. I was starting to panic at what to do. When he came to my side I finally told him that the collar was too tight and he loosened it a notch. I relaxed at the momentary crisis being over and focused on his crotch as he came and stood in front of me.
"Unbutton my pants," he said moving in slightly closer. I reached up with my hands, but could barely reach him with the restriction of the cuffs and the leash.
"You can reach it," he encouraged me. I scooted up slightly in the chair until I was close enough to reach the button of his jeans. Fumbling with the button, I finally got it open and started to unzip the fly.
"Did I tell you to unzip them?" he snarled.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly dropping my hands from his pants.
"Stand up!" he yelled.
I quickly stood in front of him as he grabbed my cuffed hands with one and turned me sideways. Before I even knew what happened a hard smack of his hand landed on my ass and I gasped from the surprise.
"Listen to my instructions," he said sternly.
"Yes Sir," I whispered still feeling the sting on my ass. It never dawned on me that he would separate the two actions. I had obviously made the wrong assumption.
"I think we're done with these," he taking off the handcuffs. He laid them aside and then pulled the leash back from between my legs.
"Oooh.. it nice and wet," he said wrapping it around his hand. "Now, I want you to put in the movie you brought and sit down on the blue chair and watch it." I placed it in the VCR as he pushed the buttons on the remote until the movie began. Two women were kissing each other as they rode on a man's back.
"Is this what you like?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I haven't seen this before." He was busy doing something behind me and I guessed that he was finding a spot to plug in the vibrator. The actors were busily changing places and a tough looking guy was dominating a pretty blond.
"I want you to come over and sit on the couch," he said. I rose from the chair and saw the vibrator now plugged in and laying on the cushion. I moved it over to the side as I sat down.
"I want you to fuck yourself with the vibrator," he said scooting closer to me. I slowly reached over and picked it up, not certain whether or not to turn it on.
"Go ahead," he said. "Turn it on. Keep watching the movie."
I was more than ready for it as it hummed between my legs. The man on the TV screen was licking the woman's pussy and she was writhing beneath him.
"She likes that, doesn't she?" he whispered closer to my ear. I whimpered and tightened my legs. I was already so close.
"Help me," I whispered.
"No," he said. "Make yourself come. Look how he's licking her pussy. She wants it doesn't she?"
"She wants him to fuck her," I moaned.
"Did I tell you that you could talk?" he suddenly said sternly. "Turn the vibrator off now!" I was confused, but turned it off and waited.
"Lay it down and lay over my lap," he scowled. I put it down quickly and knelt over his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing against my stomach. Smack! His hand came down on my ass.
"You weren't told to speak!" He said spanking me again, harder. I was slightly frightened and yet loving the way in which he was arousing me. The spanking was just the right mixture of pain and pleasure. Hard enough to sting, sensuous enough to make me want more. Several more spanks were given as I continued to watch the video and listen to his reminder of my error.
"Get down on your knees," he said still holding the leash in his hand. I scurried down to the floor on my knees and was pulled by the leash until my mouth was only a fraction of an inch away from his crotch. I stared at the outline of his large cock pressing against his jeans. Was he taunting me? Daring me to see if I would try to caress it without his permission. I stayed posed there, mouth open, inhaling his scent, waiting for his next command.
"OK," he said loosening the leash. "Now, sit back up here and turn on the vibrator."
I returned to the couch and turned the vibrator on, keeping my eyes on the video. The man was fucking the woman and the camera zoomed in for a close up of the cock entering her pussy.
"Watch his cock," he whispered in my ear. "Look how deep he's fucking her." I squeezed my legs together as I felt my orgasm starting. The camera changed to slow motion as the huge cock disappeared deep into her pussy and then came all the way out until the head of the cock surfaced and then slowly plunged back in. "Oh... look at that!" he whispered next to me.
"May I come?" I asked quickly.
"Yes," he said. "Make yourself come."
I squeezed my legs together and tossed my head back, closing my eyes as the orgasm started. My moan quickly turned to a scream for the intensity of the long build up and continued until he said, "Quiet now!"
I bit my lip and stifled the rest, holding my body stiff as the waves crested and started to recede. Suddenly the intensity of the vibrator became to much and I jerked to pull it away.
"Very good," he said approvingly. "You may turn it off."
I laid it down on the sofa next to me and held myself as my breathing tried to return to normal. He stood in front of me and leaned over slightly.
"Now stick your fingers in your pussy and get them all wet, and then lick them off." My legs were bent and spread wide open and I reached in with two fingers and rubbed the puddle of silky wetness all over them. I brought them up to my mouth and devoured the taste.
"Yes," he sighed. "I love the taste of pussy juice on my fingers." I continued sucking on them as if it were his cock until he finally stopped me.
"Kneel on the floor," he said tugging on the leash. He unzipped his jeans as I knelt in front of him, hands at my sides.
"I want you to take my jeans off," he said raising his arms above his waist. "Slowly!" he added.
I raised up a bit and reached around his waist to pull on the denim. My face was very close to his hard cock laying sideways toward his left leg. I pulled the back down and then slid my hands to the front, gently moving the fabric over his cock, still lodged beneath his underwear. Had I not been under his command, I would have leaned forward and nibbled it beneath the fabric or perhaps pulled down the elastic with my tongue and licked its length. But I held my own desires in check and pulled on the jeans until they fell to the floor. He raised each foot as I slid the material away and handed him the jeans. He stood there for the longest time, keeping his hard cock close to my face, as if tormenting me with the one thing that I wanted. Did he know how much I wanted to suck it?
He sat back down on the couch and pulled the leash for me to kneel between his legs. I lost my balance and touched his leg in an attempt to catch myself.
"Did I say that you could touch me?" he asked scornfully. I wondered if he knew it was an accident. "Come back up here and lay over my lap!" he said sternly.
I quickly obeyed, feeling his hard cock poking my stomach as I laid myself down on top of him. Smack! His hand came down on one cheek and then the other. I turned to watch the movie, now showing the tough-looking guy fucking a different woman in the ass.
"Would you like to get fucked in the ass like that?" he asked spanking me harder. I didn't know how to tell him I was afraid of getting fucked in the ass, especially with a cock that was obviously the size of his. "Would you?" he asked spanking me again.
"I don't know..." I answered.
"Really?" he said. "Well, we'll have to work on that. Won't we?" His hand went back up and I instinctively raise my ass to meet it. When it didn't come back down, I waited... almost disappointed that he was finished.
"Now," he said caressing my ass, "get back down on the floor." I quickly knelt back between his legs as he pulled the leash taunt.
"I want you pull my underwear off... slowly," he said.
I reached my hands towards his waist and he shifted his weight slightly to aide my progress in lowering them over his ass. I pulled slowly, around the thigh in the back, around the thigh in front, until the waistband caught on the head of his cock. Gently I lifted it and slowly pulled away the fabric until his hard cock was set free. I kept my eyes on it as I lowered the underwear down his legs and over his feet.
"Now the socks," he ordered.
I lifted each foot and removed the white athletic socks, taking the liberty to touch his legs and hold it as I removed each one. When I was finished he pulled the leash until I was back kneeling between his legs, my mouth inches away from his cock.
"It looks a little dry to me," he said. "I want you to lick it, starting at the base of the cock all the way up to the tip."
I leaned forward and slowly slid my tongue up the shaft, wanting to devour it, but following his instructions and licking up to the tip, sucking the tip just slightly before backing away.
He grabbed it with one hand and squeezed it slowly from the base up, springing forth a fountain of precum that ran down both sides.
"Lick that off for me," he said holding his cock. I had never seen so much precum and leaned forward and licked around the shaft and his hand.
"Don't forget the other side," he said. I leaned over and lapped up the remains until he pulled his hand away.
"Now, I want you to see how much of it you can put in your mouth." It wasn't exactly a command to suck it, which is what I wanted to do. More of a test to see how much I could take. I found the angle and the collar a hindrance, but wrapped my lips around the thick cock and sucked deeper and deeper until I felt him at the back of my throat. There was still two or three inches left outside of my mouth and I doubted that even with the best of angels, I wouldn't be able to swallow all of him.
When I had tested my limits, I pulled my mouth away and waited for further instructions. "Very good," he said pleased with my progress. A moment passed as I waited, listening to the actors fucking on the TV behind me.
"Come up to my ear," he said pulling on the leash. I leaned forward, feeling my breasts on his chest as my mouth went up next to his ear. Gently, and very slightly, my face touched his cheek. My mouth was open, wanting to kiss him... anywhere... everywhere.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered.
"I want to please you," I whispered back.
"How?"
"I... I don't know what pleases you." I didn't know how else to explain it. Perhaps he wasn't sure if I would allow him to fuck me. I wanted to suck his cock, but in the mind set that he had put me in, I had come to only want to please him.
"Stand up," he ordered. I stood and backed away from the couch as he turned the blue straight-back chair around.
"Bend over and hold the back of the chair," he ordered standing behind me. I bent over and placed both hands on the chair as he caressed my ass with his hands.
"Watch the movie and don't take your eyes off it," he said walking towards the hallway. I couldn't resist looking up and watching him walk towards what I assumed was a bathroom. To get a condom possibly?
I quickly looked ahead at the TV where several couples were fucking, spanking, and flogging each other. When he returned he walked behind me and rubbed his cock against my pussy. I could feel the latex of the rubber and was glad that I didn't have to break out of my role to discuss safe sex.
"Reach down and play with your clit," he said spanking me lightly. I dropped a hand and ran it over my wet pussy. He pushed his cock inside my pussy and I gasped as it hit the back of my cunt. Again he spanked me and I was lost in the multitude of sensations.
"You like your Master, don't you?" he said fucking me hard.
"Yes," I moaned. I was trying to push back against his cock as I held myself steady with one hand on the back of the chair.
"Rub your clit and come against my cock," he said spanking. I rubbed faster, squeezing myself against his hardness, moaning from my own delight... losing site of pleasing him. My legs began to ache from the position, adding yet another sensation to register as he spoke, and spanked, and fucked me. Finally he pulled his cock out and instructed me to lay down on the floor.
"On my back or stomach?" I asked.
"On your back," he answered.
I laid down on the carpeting and spread me legs as he knelt between them. The roles of master and slave were starting to fade for me as he took me in this familiar position. As a man takes a woman, as a woman yield to him. I wanted to look in his eyes... see his strength and his passion there. Was I allowed? I didn't know. As he lifted my leg over his arm and pressed in deeper, I glanced up momentarily and saw his eyes closed in concentration, biting his lip hard, as his release was nearing.
I closed my eyes and lifted my hands to caress his chest and his shoulders. And as he came, they extended and gripped his head as he let himself ride the waves or his orgasm.
As he quieted from his release, he rose from between my legs and told me to rise and sit back in the blue chair. I took my familiar seat still facing the TV as he walked towards the hallway and into another room. A hall mirror allowed me to watch as he put on a shirt and a pair of shorts. I quickly glanced back to the video as he returned handing me a glass of cold water. I sipped it as he stood behind me, stroking my hair and face affectionately before he removed the leash and collar.
"I want you to pick up all of your toys and put them back in your purse now," he said quietly.
I stood and picked my purse up from the floor. Unplugging the vibrator, I wrapped the cord around it and placed it in the purse. He ejected the video tape as I walked over to the TV. I replaced it back in the case and slipped it into the purse. I picked up the thong underwear and hesitated.
"Leave those," he said reading my confusion. "I want you to put your bra on first."
I took the bra from the pile of clothing and stood as I hooked it around my waist. Slowly, I slid it around and then slipped my arms through the straps, pulling it up over my breasts.
"Now the thong panties," he added. I slipped them up slowly, trying to straighten the lace around my hips.
"Turn around," he said. I turned slowly until my ass faced him.
"Nice and red," he said approvingly. "Now the skirt."
I stepped into the knit skirt and pulled it up slowly over my hips and waited for his next command.
"OK," he said finally. "Now the top and your heels." I finished dressing and he pointed for me to sit back down in the chair. He stood behind me and spoke softly. "You've please me today, my sweet. You've done well."
"Thank you," I whispered. He moved back over to the couch and sat across from me. We sat quietly for a moment before he continued.
"I'm going to walk you to the door and kiss you good-bye on the cheek and then you will leave. Do you have any questions before you go?"
I wasn't ready to go or for us to end. Like everything that had happened, he had surprised me by the suddenness of the end.
"No," I said shaking my head, staring at his hands.
"When you get home," he added, "I want you to write me a note tell me what you liked, and if there was anything you didn't like. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Bring your purse," he said standing from the couch.
I realized I was still in a daze as I picked up my purse and followed him back through the kitchen to the door.
"Good-bye," he whispered kissing my cheek.
"Bye." I smiled, looking only at his lips and turned to leave. My heels clanked on the wooden steps as I descended the stairs, wondering if he was watching me as I walked back to my car alone.