Melinda stumbles into the living room with John a few steps behind her.
John moves to her side and slips his arm around her; she is warm and moist with sweat, and the temperature is already 94 degrees. It is only 9AM. He brings her slowly up the stairs and lays her on the bed.
She pulls her dress up over her face.
"Help?"
John tries to stop from laughing. It is almost too funny to watch though. Melinda is trying to escape from her own clothes and is too drunk from the Mimosas from brunch to take them off herself.
Melinda with her face covered smirks, knowing that John can’t resist her and her silliness. She is looking forward to the end of the day when they are both more recovered. Their secret room is completely ready for them, and she is itching to get in there.
John helps her put on her bikini and they walk out to the pool. He brings her another Mango Mojito, her favorite, and drinks deeply of his own. Melinda looks drained from their escapade from last night but still exquisitely beautiful.
Melinda knows that he is watching her and tries to keep up the drunk act just a little longer. She decides it’s time to do a little moving around to entice her "Master" into a little solo fun with her. Not that it is all that difficult to do but still. She brings herself to a seated position and looks to the pool toys, finding their two-person cabana on water she runs to fetch it and brings it into the pool.
Climbing in she motions for John to follow.
Quietly they sleep for a while until Melinda feels that familiar burn in her stomach that means it’s time for her surprise.
"Baby, come into the house for a bit; let’s shower and have some light dinner."
John unquestioningly opens his eyes and moves to grab her.
"Lets go out to eat; I don’t want you cooking."
"I already ordered sushi. It will be here in a few minutes."
"Oh ok, let’s go then."
"Can you get the door please when it comes and just leave it in the kitchen while I clean myself up?"
“Sure baby."
Melinda smiles to herself and makes her way to the bathroom to shower. Little does he know what she is going to do. She showers extra well to clean out all the other sex smells still left from the night before and shaves any remnants of hair that have started to come back in. She jumps out just in time to hear the doorbell and the sushi arrive. She quickly dries off and reaches for the intercom.
“Baby, settle into your nice couch, and I will be there with the food in a few minutes ok?"
She knows he will do this immediately because he loves to be treated like a little king. She hurriedly puts on her favorite honey lotion, then the honey dust powder on her pussy lips. The final touch is to dry her hair, put on her makeup and lipstick, and the final piece - her slave collar. Rushing to look her best, she throws her hair up in a loose twist - easier for her baby to grab and pull. Smiling at her reflection, Melinda takes a last deep breath and puts herself into slave mode.
She exits their bedroom and makes her way to the kitchen silently. She prepares the sushi onto their special dishes and grabs the chopsticks. Balancing the dishes and the glasses of warm sake on the serving tray is always the hardest part, but she manages to do it without making a sound.
She enters the dining room and lights the candles and places the dishes in the appropriate places - hers on the floor and His on the table.
Melodically she calls, "Baby I have your dinner ready on the table."
Quickly she gets into presentation for her Master. Kneeling with legs slightly parted, forehead to the floor, and arms overhead with palms up. John enters in a whirlwind of chatter, "Great I'm starv....."
Like a light switch, He goes into his Master mode and approaches. Leaning over He takes her hair into His hand and pulls her to sitting. She immediately places her hands behind her back. With a sly smile, He slaps her fairly hard in the face. "Thank you My slut."
Melinda blushes wildly and lowers her eyes to the floor, and the food in front of her. John reaches to the plate and lifts it to the table.
Silently she starts to fear that He will withhold the food from her. John lowers His hand to her and strokes her head, sending shivers down her spine. John knows that feeling and lifts one piece of sushi, lowering it to her lips. He will feed her like a pet tonight. Then she will return the favor. Once He is done being the Master – He commands her.
"Up on the table. My turn to eat." John says.
Carefully Melinda climbs onto the dining room table and takes a warm wet cloth to His hands, washing them off carefully. One piece at a time Melinda feeds John. She pours Him some of the warm sake and lifts the cup to His lips, careful to keep the napkin tucked beneath it to ensure none will drip onto his face.
He is satisfied with her service and reaches forward. She lowers her eyes and waits. He notes that her posture is correct on the table, as it was on the floor, and in response He rewards her with a pinch on her nipples. Grabbing her hair in one hand He finds Himself extremely turned on. After last night’s display of pleasures, He is greatly appreciative and knows that for them to play would be the perfect end.
"Stay there." John says and leaves her, kneeling on the table.
Melinda sits completely still. She wouldn’t dare move until her Master returns. So far she is pleased with her services to Him. Her focus is so one tracked that even she wouldn’t know the difference if the house was on fire. Her nipples are hard and she feels the moisture seeping out of her, spreading onto her thighs and the heels of her feet. She keeps her back straight and her hands clasped behind her back. Her mind is reeling towards the treats to come.
John searches for his leash for her. He cannot find it anywhere – until he recalls that the leash was on the dining room table already. "Little vixen!" He does however locate her pony bit that He loves to use on her.
He returns to find Melinda exactly as He left her. "Good girl."
He reaches around to her mouth and places the bit in front of her lips. She accepts it into her mouth with a groan. Not of discontent as John well knows, but because she loves the smell and taste of latex. Once the bit is secured, He clips on the leash and tells her to crawl to the floor. Calculating her moves, Melinda crawls carefully to the chair, and then to the floor. Remaining on hands and knees she goes to her Master’s feet. He straddles her back, sitting on her and she fights the urge to collapse. A sharp slap on her ass makes her writhe and jump forward.
"To the room – now"
Struggling but still more than willing, she moves as a pony would. He lifts his feet so that she is carrying his entire weight on her back. The room seems so far but still she feels her heat growing with every step forward. Sensing that this is the case, John reaches one hand behind Melinda and slides his fingers into her pussy with complete ease. Just as he knew, she is already wet.
When she arrives at the door John dismounts and opens the door. He leads her into the room. Flipping the lights on he notes that all his favorite floggers, paddles, and whips are displayed on the rack, as is the St. Andrews Cross completely set up. His ropes and shackles are also ready for use. Blindfolds, suspension rack – it’s all there and ready.
"And here I was thinking you were drunk today."
Leaning down he removes the bit from her mouth so that she can be more useful to him and his needs.
Melinda suppresses a smile and becomes the brat. She is craving a flogging so badly; she moves suddenly, placing a kiss on each of his feet. Doing this will surely get her a slap at least.
John leans down and slaps her ass fairly hard on each cheek. She knows better than to act without direction now.
She squirms under his hand and the redness permeates her. She is embarrassed for her actions, yet she just cannot help herself.
John drops the leash and leaves Melinda kneeling there bewildered.
He turns quickly back and grabs her roughly to her feet. The St Andrew's cross is behind her only a few feet, and he slams her body into it, grinding his thigh between her legs. Melinda melts beneath his hands.
John’s face is stern, yet there is a twinkle deep in his eyes that she knows oh too well.
He turns her hard and fast to face the cross. He quickly grabs one wrist, then the other securing her to the cross. He grabs her ankles one at a time and secures them to the cross as well.
Melinda feels the heat in her growing wildly out of control. She melts to her knees. His hands are so rough and callused, yet she can’t help but yearn to be touched from head to toe by them. Who cares that He is rough and the violence can mark her.
There is sudden silence, and her body is shaking involuntarily with desire - her thighs are both slick with her own juices, and her body writhes out of control. She turns her head from side to side to see what John is doing behind her.
Listening intently she hears the drawer to the chest open and the shuffle of feet on the carpet behind her. She lowers her head so that her chin is touching her chest. The flash of pain erupts under her eyelids. The flogger is thick and heavy. It doesn’t hurt at all after the first strike. As a matter of fact, He is so very skilled that the thudding falls at various places all over her back, arms, legs, and butt.
The heat is growing and she feels herself getting close to subspace. Her moment of clarity. John slows the flurry of strikes down and moves quickly to settle in behind her. His favorite position to take her in - while she is completely helpless. Melinda knows that this is her fate.
In one fluid motion John is inside her, hands gripping her hips and pulling her back into him. She fidgets with her wrists and through careful persistence is able to unhook the cuffs and free her hands. She immediately bends at the waist and undoes her ankles; it never lasts very long when they play . Since the first day of playing there has always been a heat - a fire between them that they fall into raw animalistic sex within moments of playing.
He presses himself against her, grinding his hips into her moving his cock against her G spot. No one has been able to do this but him. She erupts into an orgasm clenching her pussy lips around his cock. He groans with absolute delight and allows himself to cum deep inside her.
They both know that this is only the beginning of their night of play, but for a start this is definitely more than what Melinda expected......
John moves to her side and slips his arm around her; she is warm and moist with sweat, and the temperature is already 94 degrees. It is only 9AM. He brings her slowly up the stairs and lays her on the bed.
She pulls her dress up over her face.
"Help?"
John tries to stop from laughing. It is almost too funny to watch though. Melinda is trying to escape from her own clothes and is too drunk from the Mimosas from brunch to take them off herself.
Melinda with her face covered smirks, knowing that John can’t resist her and her silliness. She is looking forward to the end of the day when they are both more recovered. Their secret room is completely ready for them, and she is itching to get in there.
John helps her put on her bikini and they walk out to the pool. He brings her another Mango Mojito, her favorite, and drinks deeply of his own. Melinda looks drained from their escapade from last night but still exquisitely beautiful.
Melinda knows that he is watching her and tries to keep up the drunk act just a little longer. She decides it’s time to do a little moving around to entice her "Master" into a little solo fun with her. Not that it is all that difficult to do but still. She brings herself to a seated position and looks to the pool toys, finding their two-person cabana on water she runs to fetch it and brings it into the pool.
Climbing in she motions for John to follow.
Quietly they sleep for a while until Melinda feels that familiar burn in her stomach that means it’s time for her surprise.
"Baby, come into the house for a bit; let’s shower and have some light dinner."
John unquestioningly opens his eyes and moves to grab her.
"Lets go out to eat; I don’t want you cooking."
"I already ordered sushi. It will be here in a few minutes."
"Oh ok, let’s go then."
"Can you get the door please when it comes and just leave it in the kitchen while I clean myself up?"
“Sure baby."
Melinda smiles to herself and makes her way to the bathroom to shower. Little does he know what she is going to do. She showers extra well to clean out all the other sex smells still left from the night before and shaves any remnants of hair that have started to come back in. She jumps out just in time to hear the doorbell and the sushi arrive. She quickly dries off and reaches for the intercom.
“Baby, settle into your nice couch, and I will be there with the food in a few minutes ok?"
She knows he will do this immediately because he loves to be treated like a little king. She hurriedly puts on her favorite honey lotion, then the honey dust powder on her pussy lips. The final touch is to dry her hair, put on her makeup and lipstick, and the final piece - her slave collar. Rushing to look her best, she throws her hair up in a loose twist - easier for her baby to grab and pull. Smiling at her reflection, Melinda takes a last deep breath and puts herself into slave mode.
She exits their bedroom and makes her way to the kitchen silently. She prepares the sushi onto their special dishes and grabs the chopsticks. Balancing the dishes and the glasses of warm sake on the serving tray is always the hardest part, but she manages to do it without making a sound.
She enters the dining room and lights the candles and places the dishes in the appropriate places - hers on the floor and His on the table.
Melodically she calls, "Baby I have your dinner ready on the table."
Quickly she gets into presentation for her Master. Kneeling with legs slightly parted, forehead to the floor, and arms overhead with palms up. John enters in a whirlwind of chatter, "Great I'm starv....."
Like a light switch, He goes into his Master mode and approaches. Leaning over He takes her hair into His hand and pulls her to sitting. She immediately places her hands behind her back. With a sly smile, He slaps her fairly hard in the face. "Thank you My slut."
Melinda blushes wildly and lowers her eyes to the floor, and the food in front of her. John reaches to the plate and lifts it to the table.
Silently she starts to fear that He will withhold the food from her. John lowers His hand to her and strokes her head, sending shivers down her spine. John knows that feeling and lifts one piece of sushi, lowering it to her lips. He will feed her like a pet tonight. Then she will return the favor. Once He is done being the Master – He commands her.
"Up on the table. My turn to eat." John says.
Carefully Melinda climbs onto the dining room table and takes a warm wet cloth to His hands, washing them off carefully. One piece at a time Melinda feeds John. She pours Him some of the warm sake and lifts the cup to His lips, careful to keep the napkin tucked beneath it to ensure none will drip onto his face.
He is satisfied with her service and reaches forward. She lowers her eyes and waits. He notes that her posture is correct on the table, as it was on the floor, and in response He rewards her with a pinch on her nipples. Grabbing her hair in one hand He finds Himself extremely turned on. After last night’s display of pleasures, He is greatly appreciative and knows that for them to play would be the perfect end.
"Stay there." John says and leaves her, kneeling on the table.
Melinda sits completely still. She wouldn’t dare move until her Master returns. So far she is pleased with her services to Him. Her focus is so one tracked that even she wouldn’t know the difference if the house was on fire. Her nipples are hard and she feels the moisture seeping out of her, spreading onto her thighs and the heels of her feet. She keeps her back straight and her hands clasped behind her back. Her mind is reeling towards the treats to come.
John searches for his leash for her. He cannot find it anywhere – until he recalls that the leash was on the dining room table already. "Little vixen!" He does however locate her pony bit that He loves to use on her.
He returns to find Melinda exactly as He left her. "Good girl."
He reaches around to her mouth and places the bit in front of her lips. She accepts it into her mouth with a groan. Not of discontent as John well knows, but because she loves the smell and taste of latex. Once the bit is secured, He clips on the leash and tells her to crawl to the floor. Calculating her moves, Melinda crawls carefully to the chair, and then to the floor. Remaining on hands and knees she goes to her Master’s feet. He straddles her back, sitting on her and she fights the urge to collapse. A sharp slap on her ass makes her writhe and jump forward.
"To the room – now"
Struggling but still more than willing, she moves as a pony would. He lifts his feet so that she is carrying his entire weight on her back. The room seems so far but still she feels her heat growing with every step forward. Sensing that this is the case, John reaches one hand behind Melinda and slides his fingers into her pussy with complete ease. Just as he knew, she is already wet.
When she arrives at the door John dismounts and opens the door. He leads her into the room. Flipping the lights on he notes that all his favorite floggers, paddles, and whips are displayed on the rack, as is the St. Andrews Cross completely set up. His ropes and shackles are also ready for use. Blindfolds, suspension rack – it’s all there and ready.
"And here I was thinking you were drunk today."
Leaning down he removes the bit from her mouth so that she can be more useful to him and his needs.
Melinda suppresses a smile and becomes the brat. She is craving a flogging so badly; she moves suddenly, placing a kiss on each of his feet. Doing this will surely get her a slap at least.
John leans down and slaps her ass fairly hard on each cheek. She knows better than to act without direction now.
She squirms under his hand and the redness permeates her. She is embarrassed for her actions, yet she just cannot help herself.
John drops the leash and leaves Melinda kneeling there bewildered.
He turns quickly back and grabs her roughly to her feet. The St Andrew's cross is behind her only a few feet, and he slams her body into it, grinding his thigh between her legs. Melinda melts beneath his hands.
John’s face is stern, yet there is a twinkle deep in his eyes that she knows oh too well.
He turns her hard and fast to face the cross. He quickly grabs one wrist, then the other securing her to the cross. He grabs her ankles one at a time and secures them to the cross as well.
Melinda feels the heat in her growing wildly out of control. She melts to her knees. His hands are so rough and callused, yet she can’t help but yearn to be touched from head to toe by them. Who cares that He is rough and the violence can mark her.
There is sudden silence, and her body is shaking involuntarily with desire - her thighs are both slick with her own juices, and her body writhes out of control. She turns her head from side to side to see what John is doing behind her.
Listening intently she hears the drawer to the chest open and the shuffle of feet on the carpet behind her. She lowers her head so that her chin is touching her chest. The flash of pain erupts under her eyelids. The flogger is thick and heavy. It doesn’t hurt at all after the first strike. As a matter of fact, He is so very skilled that the thudding falls at various places all over her back, arms, legs, and butt.
The heat is growing and she feels herself getting close to subspace. Her moment of clarity. John slows the flurry of strikes down and moves quickly to settle in behind her. His favorite position to take her in - while she is completely helpless. Melinda knows that this is her fate.
In one fluid motion John is inside her, hands gripping her hips and pulling her back into him. She fidgets with her wrists and through careful persistence is able to unhook the cuffs and free her hands. She immediately bends at the waist and undoes her ankles; it never lasts very long when they play . Since the first day of playing there has always been a heat - a fire between them that they fall into raw animalistic sex within moments of playing.
He presses himself against her, grinding his hips into her moving his cock against her G spot. No one has been able to do this but him. She erupts into an orgasm clenching her pussy lips around his cock. He groans with absolute delight and allows himself to cum deep inside her.
They both know that this is only the beginning of their night of play, but for a start this is definitely more than what Melinda expected......
