0 comments/ 9872 views/ 0 favorites A Perfect Evening Ch. 01 By: Warranted (This story is about the interaction and trust between a Dominant and submissive. It also shows how sexy women are, through my eyes and the eyes of my camera. It takes a couple of thousand words to get to the sexy stuff, so be warned that if you're only looking for that, you might consider reading elsewhere. That being said, I hope you enjoy this little walk in my imagination.) It was a nice camera, and new; one of those high end models that not only took good pictures, but good video. In fact, that was why I bought it; the ability to take both pictures and video in one device gave me some ideas... Driving home, my brain wandered as I listened to Van Morrison's Moondance at max volume. Being Friday, I had in mind some extra fun for the evening. I arrived at my place, got out and walked to the door. Unlocking it and stepping in, I was greeted by her at the door. "Good evening, Sir!" She chimed, happily. I loved that she was a bubbly person and even more so for me. She carried her submission like the mythical nymph carried flowers in her hair; it was a part of who she was and accentuated the natural beauty she possessed. She was a couple of inches shorter than me with brown semi-curly hair and liquid eyes. Her figure was stunning; lean and lithe with no wasted mass. She had that perfect heart shaped ass that begged to be spanked and my hands itched to oblige. I reached out, placing my hand in the small of her back and pulling her to me. I kissed her softly on the lips, close mouthed. Passion between us is no stranger. We've developed our D/s relationship over the past few months, but only after getting to know one another as people and friends first. We learned that we share many viewpoints, from books, to art, to viewpoints on religion. When we finally decided to meet, it was like waking from a hazy dream to find that reality is better. We quickly determined our areas of sexual compatibility, while still remaining platonic. Finally, a few weeks ago we consummated the relationship in a fiery weekend of passion and play. Trust seemed to come naturally between us and, even at this early stage of the relationship, was a part of everything we did. Since then, I'd given her a key to my place and she came and went as she wanted. More often than not, this meant spending five or six days a week together. When we were together, we flushed out the dynamics of our D/s relationship. Both of us were new to the scene, although both of us were middle aged. Funny how we can go our entire formative and young adult lives and not realize what we are and what we're missing. Youth is truly wasted on the young. Breaking the kiss after a few seconds, I turned my head and closed the still open door behind me and locked it. When I faced back into the room, she was kneeling in front of me. "Sir, might I be permitted a few things this evening?" she asked. I was intrigued. She was such a natural submissive. A very smart woman, she had opinions and thoughts on most everything, but she placed her trust in me fully to make the right decisions. This almost always involved us talking about things together, but ultimately the decision was mine and she followed willingly. "What did you have in mind, Pet?" I asked. She flushed when I called her pet. She had confided a few days ago that sometimes just hearing me say words triggered a sexual response. "Pet" and "Good girl" were her two favorites, often resulting in nearly instantly wet panties. So surprised was I by this revelation that I spot checked her a few times, only to find that she was serious. "Well, Sir, it's your birthday!" I was pleased that she remembered. We'd talked about it months ago and it was shortly after we met. I chuckled. "So it is, so it is! I'm 39 now, Ma'am, time to consider trading me in on a younger model?" She told me the first time that I called her "Ma'am" that it made her feel old. Far from old, she was one of the sexiest women I knew. I explained to her that I had lived down south for a few years and that "Ma'am" is a sign of reverence to the female gender and had nothing to do with age. For me, it also signifies the smoldering sexuality that I feel about women in general but especially southern women. Something so beautiful about that accent; it stirs, at the same time, a protective instinct and a desire to lay a Lady across my lap and redden her ass. All ladies carry with them the ability to enflame men; some have to work at it and some possess it so naturally that it is a part of them. My pet was the latter. She blanched. "Sir, I never want to trade you for any man, younger or older!" She knew I was kidding, but we both knew there was more here than just witty banter. Our relationship had been teetering on the edge of seriousness. With that, she began untying my shoes. I liked to shower after a long day. Cleanliness is just sexy and we both enjoyed it. I reached down and stroked her head gently while she finished taking my shoes off. Still kneeling, she looked up at me. The first stirrings of desire began in my groin. Did I mention her liquid eyes and how sexy she was?? "What "things", Pet?" I asked. "Sir, Just some things I'd like to do for your birthday; I'd like to keep them a surprise if you don't mind, please." She never "topped from the bottom"; our relationship didn't work that way. We both just fit easily and naturally into the D/s positions and we were very comfortable with them so I knew she wasn't asking to Top this evening. I had a suspicion that it was going to be a very memorable evening. "I'd like that" I say. "However, a couple of things; first, I have a surprise of my own to share with you. Second, yes... tonight you can choose what road we travel on, but I am still driving the bus. I may modify your "things" as I see fit." Being new, we were still working out the dynamics of our relationship. I doubted either of us needed me to say the last two sentences, but it was better to be clear and avoid confusion. "Of course, Sir!" she said enthusiastically. I could tell she was excited about her surprises and eager for the fun to begin. Sexy bubbly lady! I reached down, holding my hand out for her to take and helped her to her feet. Another quick kiss sealed the deal and began the fun. Breaking the kiss, I held a finger up, indicating that she should pause a moment. "I bought myself a present but I suspect we'll both enjoy it" I said. I handed her the bag with the new camera. She looked at me and then at the bag. She opened it and her eyes lit up. "A new camera! Oh, Sir... what fun! Are you going to take pictures of us?" I chuckled. "Ma'am, I'm going to take pictures and video of us all night." She flushed just a little. She was very shy, which had always amazed me as her body was made to be looked at. She and I had discussed our experiences and desires in great detail and we both had an interest in photography and video and were both interested in exploring it together; both platonically and sexually. I knew from the moment I met her that I wanted to take pictures of her. She was such a beauty; lines working together in the way that only a woman's body can. Men try to imitate this in some of the most famous car designs, but the real thing is just fantastic. Quickly I appraised her. She was wearing a snug, light-red, three quarter halter top with spaghetti straps. It hung on her body, accentuating her perky breasts and made me think of the evil things I wanted to do to her. Her bottom half was covered by a skin tight pair of slightly faded blue jeans. She must have had a bit of the bad guy from Terminator 2 in her to get into them as that was the only way anyone could pour themselves into something and it fit so well. And they did fit... oh so well. I licked my lips while looking her over, thinking about things to come. "Lover, I suddenly feel the need to try out my new camera. Would you like to be my subject?" I asked. She paused, modestly. Despite being in good shape, her eyes were unable to see her own beauty. She blushed, causing a stirring in my groin again. "Yes, Sir, I'd like that! Where would you like me?" Chuckling at her double speak, I thought for a moment. Like most people, I know art when I see it. But that is not the same as knowing how to make art. Throwing caution into the wind, I decided to simply pose her and let my eyes tell my fingers when to snap pictures. I walked past her, to the middle of the living room. There was a window there and the fading light from the sun fell into the room warmly. I thought this would be a good place to start. "Go stand in front of the window, Pet" I said as I pointed. She walked over, centered herself between the panes and stood with her legs apart slightly. Her arms hung naturally and her eyes were slightly lowered, not looking directly at me. Delicious, I thought, as I snapped a couple of pictures. The light trickled through her hair, creating a soft glow. Without even trying, she looked submissively angelic. "Lover, kneel down over by the couch please." I said. She complied, going down on her knees, halfway turned between me and the couch. This time, she looked up at me, her open, honest eyes warm and inviting. Still, something not quite right... "Put one arm on the cough, Pet. There you go... I think I'll put you over my knee soon, spank you until your ass is rosy red and then fuck you in the ass." Her eyes opened just a bit and she flushed with excitement of things to come. Perfect! That was what was missing. The flush in her cheeks plus the look of desire in her eyes changed the picture from that of a beautiful woman to a picture of a beautiful woman dreaming about something intently. The viewer couldn't help but wonder what caused that level of intensity. I snapped a couple more, just in case my instinct was off. "Lover, would you please strip down to your undergarments" I commanded. While talking together early in our relationship, she confided to me that she didn't understand how I could make a request like this feel like a command. She knew I was in fact asking; that there would be no repercussions for refusing a request, and yet she never refused. When I asked her why, she explained that she wanted to please me. This dynamic, the need to be in control, gently, and the desire to please was one of the reasons why we fit together like a glove. (We fit together nicely in other ways too, dear reader, but more of that later...) She stood and began pulling her top above her head. I moved just as she began undressing and was to her just as her top covered her face, leaving her effectively blind. I put one hand over her smaller hands, stopping her from moving. My other hand slid possessively around her waist to the small of her back. I lightly traced my fingertips up her spine, enjoying the sensation of her skin. I slid my hand into the blouse which still covered her eyes and laced my fingers into her hair, grasping firmly but without causing pain. Immobilized and blind, she was my willing playground now. I stepped in, pressing my body against hers, wishing that my shirt was off so I could feel our skin touching. I settled for moving my mouth to her neck and gently biting and then kissing my way down her chest. Her bra was one of those lacy things that had no purpose other than to inflame a man's desire. It worked. My mouth traced around both of her breasts and her breathing picked up. I teased her by kissing down the center of her chest, then belly as I found her bellybutton and flicked my tongue into it. She moaned, causing me a deep throated chuckle. I slid my mouth back up to her nipples, giving each one a firm nibble and then stepped back, releasing both holds I had on her. She sighed contentedly and finished removing her blouse. She dropped the blouse on to the couch and then undid the button holding her jeans on. My brain screamed "photo opportunity". "Very slowly, Pet, let me get some good pictures of you, please." I snapped another photo of her midsection; her hands paused provocatively in the act of disrobing. She smiled at me, clearly enjoying this. Turning around so I could see and take pictures of her ass, she turned just her head to look at me and waited. I snapped another picture, freezing the moment forever. Her eyes smoldered and I knew without even checking that her panties would be soaked by now. Her hands started moving again, slowly undoing the button and zipper, then sliding her jeans down an inch or so. She stopped just as she hit the top of the crack of her ass. Her perfect ass, crack just peeking over the top of the jeans, made me growl at her. I snapped several pictures in quick succession, fighting the urge to drop the camera and tackle her. Next, she did the impossible; going from incredibly sexy impossibly sexy. She bent at the waist, knees locked out, and put her head on my couch. Still looking at me, she peeled her pants down until her entire ass was exposed and then stopped. Her panties were in disarray from the friction, angled and half on and half off. My mouth actually started watering; Pavlov's dog had nothing on me. I snapped several pictures, fighting to keep my hands and mind focused on my work. "Lover, straighten your panties out. For now, I want them on." I directed. Smiling coyly, she slid her fingers up her ass and did as she was told. "Such a good girl", I said huskily. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You like being my little slut, don't you?" Turnabout teasing was fair play! I knew how much this kind of dirty talk turned her on. She moaned and nodded slightly, saying "Oh, yes Sir!" She paused, almost unsure that she should ask the next question. "Am I doing ok, Sir?" I put on my most serious face. "No, Pet." I paused dramatically. "You're not doing "ok"... You're doing perfect. You're so fucking sexy, the camera just loves you. You are the best birthday present any man could ever have." She flushed again, my words causing a physical reaction in her. Picking up my silent command, she slid her jeans down to mid-thigh and paused, allowing me to capture the moment. I took several sets of pictures as she worked through the rest of the jeans removal. I could see a wet spot on her panties, the result of our fun so far this evening. Ohhhh, how I wanted to slide my fingers inside of her, but waiting was delicious build up. "Don't look at me, Pet. Bend over, 90 degrees, touch your pussy through your panties. I want an anonymous slut look here." My brain could see the shot I wanted and she complied perfectly. She used her index and middle finger, placing one on either side of her moist lips, gently cupping her outer lips and paused for me to snap pictures. Bent over in front of me, her ass nearly in my face, I could smell her delicious pussy. My mouth watered. "That's great... so sexy. Lover, play with your clit for me, but don't come." Knowing that I wanted her panties in the way still, she moved her index finger up the silky fabric and began tracing small circles around her clit, occasionally brushing lightly across it. Thank God I'd bought a big memory card with the camera and had charged it at work today. Both were getting a workout as I clicked away. Her eyes closed, she moaned as her fingers heightened her pleasure. I quickly adjusted to snap a few pictures of her face enthralled in passion. Wow. Seeing this level of sexy and NOT touching her could be used to extract secrets from hardened terrorists in custody. Such exquisite pleasure played across her face as she brought herself near orgasm. "Dirty girl", I began huskily, "I want you to slide your two middle fingers very slowly into your wet pussy. Pause so I can get a few shots and then finger fuck yourself for me, please." My little sex toy slid her fingers down as instructed and sexily slid her now soaked panties to one side. Click, click, click. Her beautiful pussy, wet with her own excitement and exposed completely, was slightly open in her readiness. I continued to snap pictures. Deliciously, teasingly, she used two fingers to spread her outer lips apart giving me a perfect subject for a few more shots. Then she cocked her outer two fingers up and placed her two middle fingers just at the entrance to her love hole. Pausing dramatically for me, she then slowly slid the fingers in and held them fully inside of her. Her eyes closed as I continued snapping pictures. I knew what she was doing; she was very attuned to her own G-spot and her fingers were now resting against it, readying it for fun to come. After a few second pause, she began sexily sliding her fingers in and out. Juice coated them, begging to be licked off. My willpower cracked. Unable to help myself, I crawled over and put my mouth against her, tongue reaching out to taste her fingers. She shuddered hard, a ripple running the length of her body and I knew that she was struggling not to come. "Do you want to come, Pet?" I asked. "Please let me come, Sir. I've been good all day but I need to come so bad right now." Her fingers paused, still obeying my last command not to come. "Tell me how you want to come, Dear. I'm inclined to make you wait, but if it's delicious enough, I might let you come right here, right now." She was such a good little slut at heart. Perverted in all the good ways, she still struggled against her bible belt upbringing which told her that it was wrong to have these feelings she naturally felt. I knew this and liked to help her break out of the mold society had placed her in. She whispered, "Sir, I'd like to slide my fingers in and out of my pussy, stopping to stroke my G-spot when I can and use the heel of my hand to grind my clit. I'd really love it if you'd kiss me and suck on my nipples while I'm doing this." My eyes widened in surprise. Rarely had I heard her talk dirty and it was such a surprise when she did. Going against my initial instinct of denial for the sake of greater pleasure later, I decided. I stood and quickly shucked off my clothes into a pile on the floor. Walking up behind her, I pressed my body against hers and wrapped my arm around her front. I kissed her neck and ears, knowing what I was doing to her already racing heart. She moaned and leaned against me for support. Continuing to suck and lick her neck, I worked words in between nibbling. "Pet.... I want you to come... but... just keep yourself on edge... a few minutes. Let me play... I'll tell you... when I want you to come." She nodded agreement; by this point she'd punt kittens for me if it meant she could come. (Dear reader, no kittens were actually hurt in the making of this story. Put the phone down, no need to call PETA.) I gently turned her around to face me and kissed her, my tongue sliding into her mouth after a few seconds. I touched her tongue with mine, teasing, causing her to open her mouth a bit more for me. We fed on each other's passion for a moment and I felt her fingers move for a few seconds, then pause, then move again. She moaned into my mouth and moved up and down on her toes a few times, causing her bra covered nipples to move up and down against my bare chest. I moved my hands down to her breasts and cupped them in my large hands. I slid my mouth down and kissed the inside of each creamy globe. Reaching around behind her, I unhooked her bra and then slide it up and off of her. Her perky breasts demanded my attention and I was happy to obey. I could feel stomach muscles jerk as her fingers played fiercely, paused to allow the orgasm to ebb back and then played again every few seconds. I wrapped my lips around one nipple, sucking it into my mouth and doing tongue laps around it inside my mouth. She jerked, my attention on her sensitive nipples causing her to have to exert more self-control to continue not coming yet. I switched nipples so the other one wouldn't feel left out, leaving enough saliva on the first to cause evaporation to cool it back down. Wanting to keep her off balance, I put her nipple between my front teeth and bit down enough to take her breath away. She liked it just a bit rough and I knew that her mind just left her pussy and went to her nipples. Fun! A Perfect Evening Ch. 02 I did my usual after work routine, organizing my bag and placing lunch containers in the dishwasher, etc. I made a quick trip to the other restroom while she ran my bath. Bladder and teeth taken care of, I was ready for a scrub. I went to the bathroom she was in and found her on the edge of the tub, checking the water temperature. She smiled at me when I walked in and I returned it. We kissed before I crawled in the big clamshell shaped tub. She peeled off her panties and climbed in with me, facing me. Unasked, she picked up a scrubby and began working my arms over. This was a new dynamic! We had showered together several times, but not washed each other yet. Generally it evolved into playtime with fingers and mouths being the primary instruments after we washed ourselves. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feel of her hands and the sensation of being washed. The water was perfect, just this side of too hot. She scrubbed both arms, my chest and then slid behind me to wash my neck and back. My eyes closed, I was surprised when her fingers found my face. I could tell by the feel that she didn't have soap and guessed it was lotion instead. She massaged my face briefly, working out the tension of the day. Unasked, she dropped a couple of kissbombs on my lips, leaving me smiling and happy in her wake. She continued scrubbing me, working around my legs and then back up to my groin. Dropping the scrubby, her soapy hands dove into the water to find my member waiting and mostly erect. She slid her soapy hands up and down, washing and playing at the same time. Re-soaping her hands, she sent them back for another underwater mission and washed my ass and balls as I lifted to give her access. (Ladies, don't read this comment, skip ahead please! Guys, stop being so hung up on your ass being touched. If it feels good, go with it. I promise it doesn't make you gay to let a woman touch you there!) Thoroughly scrubbed, I was glowing from the contact and pleasure. As I moved to pick up the scrubby and return the favor, she stood and began toweling off. "Sir, I hope you don't mind, but I washed before you got home. I would like tonight to be about you, if that's okay?" I chuckled. Silly girl had no idea that she gave me such pleasure; EVERY day was about me it felt like. Just being with her was a joy and our relationship, new found that it was, was blossoming into something beautiful. I felt like I was stealing more than my fair share of universe happiness but what fun it was! I nodded, smiling. She quickly toweled herself off. How DID she make something so mundane look so sexy? She finished and then waited patiently for me to soak enough. Smiling, I reached down and loosened the drain plug allowing the water to release. I stood, water dripping off of me. As I guessed she would, she picked up a fresh towel and used it to dry me off. I snuck a few kisses in to thank her. Scrubbed clean, glowing in pleasure and dry, I stepped out of the tub. "Pet, any thoughts yet as to dinner" I asked. "We've got several things we could do, Sir, but I am kind of interested in the pork loin that's thawed out" she said. I nodded my agreement at her suggestion. We had fallen into the fun routine of cooking together. I had a background of cooking in restaurants for years and felt it was an artistic expression of oneself to cook. Plus, being a fat kid trapped in a skinny kid's body, I loved to eat! She said she liked to watch and help while I cooked; she said I was funny in the kitchen. "Go pull out the loin, the fresh asparagus and the instant rosemary potatoes in the cabinet please. Oh, and Pet?" She paused in the doorway on her way out to obey. "Please put the small purple plug in and your egg." Her eyes lit up and she veritably bounced out of the room in her rush to obey. The purple plug was a small butt plug that we had only recently introduced into our play, to great effect. The egg was a remote control egg-shaped vibrator. It was fairly strong and, being remote controlled, allowed me to use it as I see fit. She had never used it before. A thought occurred to me as I sent her out and I quickly finished toweling off my legs and stepped out into the hallway. "Pet, hold where you are and do nothing, please" I raised my voice to be heard. I stepped into the living room and retrieved the camera. I walked back down the hallway, unconcerned for my nudity. Stepping into the bedroom, I saw that she had gathered both toys and put them on the bed. In her hand was a tube of baby oil gel and she was about to apply it, as her fingertips were coated with the impossibly slick stuff. She also had one leg up on the bed, exposing her most private parts. She lowered her eyes when I walked in, that involuntary social reflex causing her embarrassment at being exposed so. She started to put her leg down to cover herself. "Stop" I said in an authoritative voice. She froze and blanched a bit, struggling between years of repression and her desire to obey. I moved, closing the gap between us in seconds. I leaned in closely, my mouth just below her ear. I wanted her to feel my words, to know the truth of them. "Lover, you are so fucking sexy. I WANT you to be a wanton slut for me. It pleases me to have you do as I say, to touch yourself on command and it is even better that you want these things too." She groaned in emotional pleasure. I could actually feel her skin heat up where my breath was caressing it. "Now, I want to take some pictures of you putting my toys inside of you. I want you to be proud of how beautiful you are, of how sexy you are and how much you turn me on. Will you let me take them?" "Yes, Sir... I'd like that." She trembled just a little as she said it. Desire burned in her eyes. "Such a good girl... you make me so proud." She beamed at the praise. I gave her a deep, passionate kiss which she returned equally passionately. Breaking the kiss, I stepped back, squatted down and raised the camera. "Now, Lover. Show me what a sexy slut you are... slide those toys in for me." Her eyes almost glazed over in sexual pleasure as her fingers explored her anus, fingers sliding in and spreading the lubrication around in preparation for the butt plug. My camera snapped away. How it kept from leaping out of my hands and assaulting the sexy creature in front of us was beyond me! Speaking of which, my dick was rock hard and enjoying the show too. She leaned over, exposing her most private parts to me and the camera, grabbed the butt plug off of the bed and turned to look at me. She gave me a wicked smile and paused, instinctively knowing that I'd capture the moment; I didn't disappoint. After I'd captured sufficient pictures, she righted herself and glopped some more of the baby oil gel onto the butt plug. Then she moved it to her ass and placed the head against her anus. Slowly, she ran a few circles around with it and then stopped, applied gentle pressure and allowed an inch or so to slide in. My camera clicked away happily. She arched her back, turned to look me in the eyes and slid another inch in, never taking her eyes from me. I knew that she was putting on a show for me and I loved it. "Baby, move your hips around and just grind on what you have in you for a minute please" I asked. She smiled and began a sexy rotation. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened and she moaned in pleasure. Unbeknownst to her, I had switched to video mode and was happily recording the entire delicious scene for us to watch later. "Now, Sweetness, slide it all the way in for me". She completed one more rotation and then stopped. Eyes glassy with pleasure, she complied with my order. But, instead of using her hand to push the butt plug in, she held it still and pushed her ass back into it, sliding it deliciously inside of herself. After a few seconds of effort, she passed the largest point of the plug and it slid into place in her ass, leaving a half dollar sized stud outside of her ass. She made a little surprised squeak and then adjusted to the feeling of fullness. "How's that, Sir?" she asked, seeking approval. "That's just darling, darling. Your ass looks so pretty like that. Are you ready for the egg now, Honey?" I waited patiently, expecting she would need a couple of minutes to adjust to the feeling before moving on. Her next sentence surprised and delighted me. "Sir, I am ready. I want to feel it inside of me." She giggled at her own brashness. "And, Sir, I'm just a bit hungry too!" I laughed at her preciousness. "Very well, Ma'am, let's get this done and move to the kitchen!" I raised my camera, waiting for the second part of the decadent show to commence. She picked the egg up and sat on the edge of the bed. No lubrication necessary as she was sufficiently wet, she spread her legs and slowly inserted it. Having captured the entire thing on the camera in video mode, I was more than satisfied... for now. I stood, held my hand out to help raise her to her feet and led her to the kitchen. *(Now... dear reader... please understand that this next part of this story is in the kitchen where our leading lady and Man will be cooking. Nude. With hot things. Nude... I must admonish you to never try this at home! One must be a trained professional to survive this without burning your utensils!)* She had laid the appropriate major ingredients out. I took a quick look and prioritized our work. My business only side kicked in for a couple of minutes as I instructed her what to grab, from where and began assembling the meal. "Large frying pan. Lid. Sesame oil. Two tablespoons of that in the pan. More. Good girl." A kiss to punctuate. Flame on, the pan got searing hot and the meat went in, lid sealing in the heat and juices. I seared the outside of the loin, turning it every couple of minutes. "Cup and a half of milk, half cup of water, cold. Both in the medium saucepan, lid on please. Add a touch of garlic powder. Lovely. Oh, couple of tablespoons of butter. Toss me that bunch of asparagus please." It went on like this for a few minutes, the meal came together and we teased and touched often. It was moments like this that defined the goodness of a relationship. Many people are compatible in the bedroom. We were compatible everywhere and where we rubbed, we stopped and talked about it and decided how to proceed together. Finally, meal preparations done, we adjourned to the front room to wait for the pork loin, which was now in the oven. "Like to play a few hands of cards, Pet?" I asked. We played cards, very competitively, a few times a week. We had been keeping score since we started and I was up on her at the moment. "Yes, Sir." She grabbed a deck of cards while I grabbed our scorebook and pen. We met back on the couch where I took the card and began shuffling. We played a few hands and she came out on top, nearly evening up our overall score. "Dinner should be ready now, Pet. Shall we go see?" I asked. She nodded and followed me to the kitchen. We pulled dinner out of and off of its respective heating appliances, assembling it onto plates for our repast. She carried them to the dining table and I turned to get utensils and napkins. She was back before I could move and I handed them to her. Turning around, I grabbed table seasonings, again handing them to her when she arrived back in the kitchen. Finally, I filled us each a drink and met her in the kitchen doorway for a smooch. She had thoughtfully covered her chair with a towel, expecting me to be naughty and not wanting to leak all over her chair. I chuckled and fingered the egg remote in my hand. We sat, I placed the remote in my lap. While eating, we talked about the day's events. She hadn't worked today, instead running errands taking care of the trivialities of life. My work day was uneventful, but I shared it with her in all its boring detail. Finally, finished with our meal, we rose and began cleaning up together. As we entered the kitchen, I turned the egg vibrator, still in her pussy, to a nice low speed. She missed a step and then laughed. "Yay!" she said, amusing me greatly. I helped her put the dishes in the sink and put the food away. She washed and filled the dishwasher. I caught her stopping several times, the evil little egg inside of her pulsing waves of pleasure that she worked to enjoy, while not coming. Laughing, I'd smack her on the ass each time, sometimes with a spatula or spoon, whatever instrument was handy. It did nothing to help her concentration. Toward the end of our cleanup, I could really see her struggling to not come. Being nothing but a kind man, I decided to help. "Be a dear and go lay out a few things for this evening, please. Rope, wrist and ankle cuffs, the flogger, that medium paddle I like, blindfold and earplugs should be a good start." Her eyes widened as the list went on. She rarely got to touch my toys and this evening's list was expansive. I had plans tonight. As she left the kitchen, mind and pussy distracted now, I punched the high button on the egg and chuckled, knowing the delicious struggle I was causing. She squeaked as she walked down the hall to toyland. I finished up in the kitchen, sanitizing all the surfaces and starting the dishwasher. Whistling happily, I went to the bedroom where I hoped she would be waiting for me. I found her, surrounded by toys and accessories, eyes closed on the bed. A little crooked smile played across her lips as she heard me enter. "Hello, Sir!" I smiled at her natural enthusiasm and dropped onto the bed beside her. My fingers traced lines across her torso, playfully teasing her. "Hello, Dearest. Are you ready for some play?" I asked. Her eyes lit up in response, no words needed. "I'm going to tie you up, Baby. I'm then going to fuck you, spank you, blindfold you and generally use you as my little fuck toy for the evening. Not necessarily in that order. Everything there ok with you?" "Mmmm, Sir, it's your birthday. You can do anything you want to me. I'll use the safe word if I'm uncomfortable." She was good at everything we did. I'd never been a rough Dom, preferring the mental game with some bondage and light impact play to spice things up. Respect was a part of everything we did together. "Well then, my birthday toy...why don't you start by spreading your legs for me." She did, smiling unabashedly, the years of social repression falling away as her excitement built. I praised her by whistling appreciatively. Almost of its own violation, my hand started toward her wet pussy. I willed myself to stop and grabbed one of the furry, black-leather ankle cuffs. I quickly secured one ankle and then the other. Stepping back to enjoy my work, I kicked the egg into a pulsing mode. She groaned and closed her eyes, smiling slightly. Enjoying my work, I stepped around to the top of the bed. I gently took her wrist and pulled it toward me, securing it in place with another fuzzy cuff. I crawled over her to reach the last cuff and stopped mid crawl to steal some kisses. Finally she was secured. I gently lifted her head and slid a blindfold in place. Just to complete the deal, I inserted a good set of earplugs. She was now securely spread eagle, blind and deaf. I pondered... what to do first... I reached into our play drawer and withdrew a feather. I dragged it across her stomach, causing her to laugh. I slid the feather around her body, tracing an outline of her skin where it touched the bed. She was a little ticklish, so this was nearly torture for her. I made a second pass with the feather and then set it aside. I picked up a candle and lit it. I knew she couldn't hear or see, so the wax would be a complete shock. I had no remorse! I allowed a few drops to build up and then tilted the candle over my sweet, sexy lady's stomach. The drops landed and she jumped. I immediately kissed right above where the wax had landed on her stomach, soothing her warm flesh. Well, maybe a little remorse, I thought and laughed. The flame was higher now and plenty of was waited for my pleasure. I moved the candle up to my Lady's nipples. I dripped hot wax on her left nipple while she jumped, trying vainly to get away. I continued to drip, slowly covering her nipple with the sticky hot substance. When I finished with the left, I moved to the right. I reached down and open-handed smacked her right breast. Her breast jiggled invitingly and I followed up the first smack with another. Two red spots began to show on either side where my hand landed. I placed her nipple between my index and middle fingers, pinched and then pulled. She moaned, thoroughly enjoying my rough play. I twisted for good measure and then let go of her hard nipple. More hot wax fell to even this one up with the other. She moaned and struggled against the bonds. She loved it when I was just a little rough, having told me before that it made her feel so sexy. I trailed a line of hot wax around her chest and then down the middle of her stomach to end in a puddle just above her pubic bone. She looked great and I knew I needed some pictures of the moment. I clicked a few and then left the room for a moment. I returned with ice in my hand. Sympathetic to her struggles, I turned the egg vibrator off for a bit, knowing that her heightened senses would be struggling with everything that was going on. I was nothing if not kind. Unsympathetically, I put an ice cube in each hand and began rubbing both icy bocks over her body. She jerked away from where my hands passed, trying to escape the cold; but had nowhere to run. I continued this torture... errr attention for a minute longer and then rid myself of the now mostly melted cubes. My fucktoy shivered a bit as water evaporated off of her skin. Thinking to heat her up a bit, I climbed on top of her and straddled her. Then I reached up and peeled the wax off of both of her nipples. I brought my mouth to her left nipple and began gently licking and sucking it. My hands wrapped on either side, pushing her breasts together while my mouth swapped to the other nipple. I pulled her nipple into my mouth and raked it through my teeth several times, roughing it up. Finally I placed her nipple between my front teeth and began applying pressure. She squirmed under me and I paused, keeping the pressure up by not increasing it. She moaned and began panting. She'd been known to come from heavy nipple play before. I turned the egg on high and let go of her nipple, swapped to the other nipple and repeating the procedure identically. She moaned and began writhing, struggling to hold off on the orgasm. Denial was a routine pleasure of mine but tonight I wanted to break the routine a bit. I reached up and removed the earplug from one ear. "Baby, I want you to come, but just hold on a minute longer please. I'll be right back." With that I rose off of her and grabbed the Hitachi out of our toy drawer. I plugged it in and resumed my post straddling her. Reaching back, I applied the wicked little device just above her clit and turned it on. It began vibrating and I reached up and pulled the blindfold off and the other earplug out. "Come for me, Pet." I stared deep into her eyes as I said the words and she proceeded to come. Must have been a good one too because it was like riding a bucking bronco, although it was for far longer than eight seconds. I used the Hitachi and made her come over and over, all the while staring at her and enjoying her angelic face in these most beautiful of moments. A few minutes later I finally removed the Hitachi and allowed her to settle down. She was breathing hard, eyes glazed over with lust. I dropped the Hitachi to the floor and kissed her deeply. God, I was crazy about this woman. I told her so and kissed her thoroughly a bit more. Breaking the tender moment, I undid her leg cuffs, allowing her total freedom. She stretched languorously and smiled at me.