Erotic Encounter

I woke up this morning alive with anticipation.  Taking mental inventory of my body’s reactions; puckered, hard nipples, and a pussy dripping and wet with desire, I realized that today is the day!

I sat up in bed and clapped my hands together lightly in joy.

My Master, my Michael, is coming to visit me tonight.  At long last, we will be able to consummate our mutual desire!

I yawned and stretched, enjoying the way the sheer fabric of my nightie brushed across my sensitive nipples.  I smiled at the thought that in a few short hours, my Master’s hands and mouth would be on them.

My mind lingering on that thought, I slipped my hand between my thighs and gently rubbed my clit, dipping one finger into the slick wetness of my pussy.  I remembered that my Master Michael, might not like it if I were to make myself cum without him.  Feeling a little guilty, I sighed, and licked my pussy juice off my finger.  Sucking on my finger, I imaged tasting those same juices on his lips.

I looked at the clock and realized that it was time to start my day and get ready for work. 

I padded barefoot over to my computer to check email.  My eyes lit up when saw the message from my Master.  My breath caught as I waited for it to open.

I gasped and was suddenly more aroused than before when I saw what he had written.  Always the clever one, my Master had decided that in anticipation of his visit, I should dress for him while at work.  He wanted me to wear his favorite dress, the one that is full, comfortable, and silky, buttons all the way down the front, and no panties!

Slightly shocked and in awe of my Master’s ingenuity, I readied myself for the day.  I dressed with care in my favorite lacy white bra and his favorite dress.  I felt very sexy before dressing.  But having dressed especially for my Master, Michael, I felt deliciously decadent.

Slipping my feet into strappy sandals, I glanced at myself in the mirror.  My dress hugged my curves just so and even through my bra my nipples were clearly evident in their state of arousal it flowed to mid-calf in tiers and felt luxurious.  And underneath, I wore nothing at all.  I felt free and incredibly sexy.

Feeling breathless and aroused, I headed out the door to begin my day of lustful anticipation.

I had a few stops to make before work, so I set out.  I drove through at Starbucks, ordered my usual latte.  Was the barista looking at me differently?  Could she tell?  I didn’t know.  But my nipples got harder, if that is possible.

Everywhere I went, I felt that everyone who saw me knew that underneath my clothing, I was naked in anticipation of my Master’s arrival.  Not just that they knew I was naked, but that they knew what my night held for me.

I did not even know, Master wanted to surprise me.

Since I am going on a trip soon, I went to buy some vacation clothes.  I picked out a few things, and saw some very pretty panties on sale.  It gave me such a thrill to buy new panties while not wearing any!

As the clerk rang up my purchases, I could swear that she had a knowing look in her eyes.

When I left the store, a slight breeze had picked up.  On my way to the car, I had to make sure the wind did not catch my dress, causing me to flash the world.

It was time to go to work now.

I would be a little early, but I like to make sure I have time to get a good start on the day. 

I went in to work and got in the elevator.  I was alone, but in a massive building full of people.  It was intoxicating!  I backed into the corner of the elevator.  I imagined that my Master was with me in the elevator, pressing me into the wall.  A slight moan escaped my lips, I teased both nipples lightly with my fingertips, and my juices flowed freely.

I was sure that I would not be able to get through the day.  But I must.

The elevator door opened and I stepped into the hallway, no one was there.  I headed directly to the ladies room.  Sure enough, my nipples were evident for all to see.  I rolled my eyes and headed to the training room where I must wait for 8 long hours.

I arranged myself carefully in my chair, squirming a little.  It felt so good, I think my eyes closed for a moment.

The young Puerto Rican boy in class was wandering around talking to people.  He is very cute, and I didn’t think my Master, Michael would mind if I noticed.  He was standing with his back to me, and I noticed that he has a VERY nice ass.  I literally had to bite my lip to keep from telling him so.

I was so wet and in need that I could hardly concentrate. 

Answering the phones was another interesting experience, especially when J walked into the room.

I had met J the night before.  He spoke to me about the fact that I am a witch.  His last girlfriend was a witch.  He showed me her picture and she was wearing a bondage collar.

I asked him if it was hers or his.  He admitted that she was wearing his collar in the picture.  And I knew that he realized I knew what it meant.

Today I gave him information that I thought he needed about a class on witchcraft, along with my phone number.

I felt he could tell, that he knew that my Master was pulling the strings today.  I could feel his eyes on me at all times.  He did not even look away when I looked up.

Every time I saw him looking at me, watching me, the fire of my arousal was turned up a notch.  When I moved, the fabric of my clothing rubbed my nipples, now so sensitive from this constant state of arousal.  My pussy was so slick and wet, so hot with desire that I was sure I must be sitting in a puddle.

I am supposed to close every call with the question, ‘Have I satisfied your technical concerns today?’  On one call, I came very close to asking, ‘Have I satisfied all of your desires today?’  I was horrified, yet excited at the same time.  I knew I would have to ask my Master that question!  I prayed he would say ‘Yes, my Esme’ in a voice still husky with emotion and lust.

At one point, I left the classroom for a moment.  When I returned, there was a maintenance man standing in the doorway speaking to the trainer.  I waited patiently for him to finish speaking and move out of the doorway so that I could return to class. 

When he turned to leave, he very nearly ran into me.  In apology, he grasped my hand in his.  His had was really only warm.  But his touch was hot, I must have looked unsteady as he reached out and touched my shoulder.  My skin felt as if it had been touched by a branding iron.

I did my best to accept his apology gracefully.  All the while, my mind was screaming for him to either stop touching me, or never stop.  I was breathless with need.  My knees were weak, and I was flushed with desire. 

Someday, I may have to apologize to this poor man.

The rest of my day at work passed so slowly that it felt as if time were standing still.  But pass it did.

I gathered my belongings and headed out of the building, ready to meet my Master as his hotel.  I sat in the car as he had requested, my dress pulled up so that my bare skin, and wet pussy were touching the seat as I drove. 

The touch of the rough weave of the seat cover on my sensitive skin and my throbbing cunt was almost more than I could bear.  My knuckles were white as I gripped the wheel, trying to keep them busy so that I would not be tempted to touch myself.

At the hotel, the valet opened my door, and gave me a knowing smile.  When his hand touched mine to give me the claim ticket, my eyes closed involuntarily as I sighed.

I could feel his eyes on me as I entered the lobby.

My instructions were to call my Master, Michael once I entered the lobby.  With fumbling fingers, I dialed his number. 

His voice was rough with desire as he said, ‘Welcome, my Esme’.  My own voice was barely audible as I told him, ‘I am here in the lobby, Master’. 

My voice was not quiet with shame or fear of being overheard.  It was quiet because I was simply a bundle of raw need and desire at this juncture.  I could barely breathe, much less speak.

Michael, my Master, instructed me to take the elevator to his floor, go to the door of his room and knock.  I was then to turn my back to the door and wait.

I did not know, at the time why I should put my back to him.  I only knew that I must obey.

I followed my Master’s instructions and soon stood with my back to the door of his hotel room, not daring to breathe.  My body shuddered ever so slightly as I stood and waited.

I did not have long to wait.  I heard the door open, and he was pressed against me from behind.  His mouth was right next to my ear, his arms around me, grasping both breasts as he whispered to me.  ‘Are you ready for me, my Esme?’, he asked as he hugged me tight against is body.

I gasped at his touch, his whisper, his presence.  I could only nod, and vocalize in a quiet voice, ‘Yes, Master’.

I started to turn in his arms, and he stopped me with a word.  ‘Wait.’

Shivering with anticipation, I merely sighed.  Or maybe it was a little moan, I could no longer think.

His hands left my breasts and I stood.  Completely still except for the slight shudders that would not stop.

Within seconds, the blindfold he had brought with him was tied behind my head, covering both eyes.  I could see nothing as he once again whispered to me, ‘Come with me, Esme.’, as he took my hand, kissed my palm, and led me through the door.

As the door clicked shut, I knew that I was about to be forever changed, and I welcomed it.

He led me a short way into the room and backed me against a wall.  I was breathless with anticipation, I had no idea what to expect next.

He knelt before me and removed my shoes, tossing them aside.  I felt the deep pile of the carpet on the soles of my feet.  It was luxurious and soft.

Standing before me, he once again took my hands in his.  He turned them palm up and lightly kissed both palms.  A sigh escaped my lips when he turned them over and kissed the backs of both hands in turn.

‘I’m so glad to see you, my Esme’ he whispered to me. 

Then my Master took both of my wrists in one hand and moved them above my head and pinned them to the wall.  He moved in close and pinned me to the wall with his body.

I could feel his arousal and his breathing was slightly ragged as he leaned into my neck to kiss me lightly where my pulse pounded.  His free hand caressed my breast and he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

My knees went weak, but I was held in place by his grasp on my wrists and his body pressed against mine.

He gently kissed my lips and released my hands to fall at my sides.

‘Take it off’, he said in the voice I can only describe as his ‘Master’ voice.

My fingers seemed to belong to someone else as I unfastened all of the buttons on my dress.  It was a slow task, and I could feel his eyes on me, watching me.

A slight sound of pleasure escaped him as I let the dress fall to the floor at my feet.

‘Now the bra, please.’ he chuckled, low and sexy.

I unfastened the front clasp of my bra and shrugged it from my shoulders to fall with the dress at my feet.

Still wearing the blindfold, I could only stand against the cool, smooth wall before his gaze.  I wanted to see his face, but I was his to command.  I could only wait for what would come next.

I pressed my palms against the wall behind me for balance as I stood silent and still.

I heard my Master move, a rustling of clothing.  All of my senses were heightened now that my sight was taken.  I took a deep breath to steady myself.

‘Oh, Esme’ he breathed as he came toward me.  Both hands were on my breasts.  He grasped them and tugged gently on my nipples, they were now so sensitive, after this day of expectation that I nearly came right then.

He leaned into me and took one nipple in his mouth and sucked long and hard, teasing it with his teeth.  He switched nipples so that neither one would be lonely for his touch.

My breath was coming in gasps.  I could only stand there, shivering under his attentive touch. 

One hand left my breast to trail down my belly.  He cupped my pussy with his hand, and dipped one finger between lips swollen with desire.  He explored my wetness, gently tracing that same finger over my clit.  His touch was so light and soft, but I was so taut with desire that I came at that touch.  My hands reached for his shoulders for support as my legs could no longer stand.

‘Mmmmmmmmmm’ he said, soft and low.  ‘Very nice, my Esme.’

I could only gasp in reply as I clutched his shoulders.

He took my wrists again and pinned them above my head with one hand and pressed me into the wall.  He kissed my lips, more forcefully this time.  He teased my tongue with his while still holding my nipple in his other hand.  My body shuddered slightly.

With one knee, he gently moved my legs apart.  He brought his leg up so that his knee was in contact with my throbbing, wet pussy.  He rubbed his knee against my pussy, back and forth.  As I came again, I moaned into his mouth as he continued kissing me.

He held my body to the wall as the waves shook me.

When they ceased, he led me across the room by my wrists to the bed.  He sat on the edge, and asked me to kneel before him.  I knelt before my Master and he pulled me to him.

I knelt between his knees, my body pressed to his.  I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his slow, steady heartbeat.  It was so unlike my own heart which was pounding out of control.

Holding me against his chest, my Master comforted and soothed me.  When my heart had resumed something resembling a normal rhythm, he removed my blindfold slowly. 

He had me stand as I blinked in the half-light provided by the candles lit around the room.  Emboldened by the ability to see him at last, I ran my fingers through his hair and caressed his cheek.  A small smile touched my lips to be with him at long last.

He closed his eyes as I stroked his cheek, and he smiled.

I felt complete.

I moved to stand before him, straddling his legs and pulled his head to my breast to cradle it there.  I kissed the top of his head and ran my fingertip around the rim of his ear, gently toying with his earlobe.

We sighed as one, enjoying the closeness and comfort of each other.

Releasing him from my embrace, I knelt before him once more.  I smiled up at him and began to unbutton his shirt.  My fingers were my own now, and they moved more nimbly.

I ran my hands up his belly to his chest, circling his nipples with my fingers.  Taking them and gently tugging on them while watching his every reaction.

I sucked first on one, then the other.  All the while I stroked his body with my fingertips from his chest, to his belly, to his inner thighs.

My Master moaned a little, I could see that he was enjoying himself.

My hands moved to his belt, and soon it was unfastened. 

I had a little more trouble with the button and zipper on his pants, so he stood and unfastened them himself.  I pulled them down over his hips and freed his hard cock of it’s confines.

I smiled as I took this as an invitation.  I grasped his cock in both hands and stroked it firmly.  Then I kissed it, just on the head right before I took it into my mouth. 

With just the head of my Master’s cock in my mouth, I sucked and twirled my tongue around the tip, teasing the opening there.

My Master’s fingers stroked my hair as I sucked on his cock.  Worshipping it with my mouth as is the way of things.

I bobbed my head up and down, sliding my lips along the shaft of his cock.  I kept my tongue stiff so that it stroked the underside of his throbbing, hard cock.

My hands were not idle.  They gently played with his balls, lifting them slightly, letting them drop.  And I kept sucking and licking his cock.

I would have been content to suck until he came in my mouth.  At that point, I wanted nothing more than for him to shoot his cum down my throat so that I could devour every drop of it.

But that was not in the plans my Master had for me.

He stopped my rhythm with a hand on either side of my head.  I disengaged my lips from their loving embrace of his cock and looked up at him. 

My Master took my hands and had me stand before him.