Stranger at the Door

The knock came twenty minutes earlier than expected. Good thing I believe in being prepared early. The room was frigid it was the dead of winter and I'd left the windows open for the last three hours. I could see my breath as it curled from my nostrils. Three more knocks and I heard the door open.

I had given him the layout of the apartment when we'd spoken earlier that day. I listened trying to hear if he was indeed interested in what wait before him or just my television. The knob turned and was then hastily used to shut the door behind him. I stood in the faint glow of candles and sneered.

I had worn a lace dress minus the silk slip. It rode low revealing most of my breasts. The material clung to hips and ass then flared leaving room to be lifted and moved around the thighs. It was midnight blue and a waking wet dream.

"Clothes off now" I had perfected a demanding purr for this sort of occasion years ago. It had the desired effect. He almost fell in his haste to do as told. I watched with a smirk as he removed layer after layer. Age left a few wrinkles but nothing major. Nothing that would dampen the mood.

He had shaved as directed and we would see just how smooth he'd become. I was hoping he'd listened and used the Nair to leave it soft and free of irritation. If not I'd tease him mercilessly and send him home hard and aching.

"Crawl" the command was harsh and direct. He obeyed as if his mind were mine. A life sized toy. The bed had been moved to the center of the room and he would have to go over it too reach me. He was up one side and down the other. Someone was in desperate need of satisfaction. He reached my feet and paused.

"Kneel" it was a whisper but he heard and complied. I stood placing one foot one the seat of the chair I had sat in the other on the floor. I put both hands on the sides of his head and pulled him forward. He inhaled deeply and I heard him groan. His two favorite scents in the world. Chinese Rain and pussy.

I reached between us and felt him. As my fingers closed around his cock it hardened considerably. I pinched one of his nipples and tugged his head back by his hair. He looked up at me eyes filed with adoration. I grazed his balls with my toes and felt his breath as he sighed. This would be so much fun.

"Kiss from toe to inner thigh." it was said in a flat voice one sure to make him think he was on the verge of disappointing me. He kissed the toe of my boot and slowly made his way up my left leg. His tongue took a few experimental licks and when I did not protest he all but bathed me with it. He licked and nibbled his way up, pausing at the back of my knee.

Upon reaching my inner thigh he did his best to hide his trembling. I knew what he sought and I made him wait. He started to beg when I made him begin with the toes of the other foot now placed on the floor so he could better complete his task. I reached out and snatched the nipple clamps from my toy shelf. His eyes grew large and the begging ceased. The whimpering began as I placed first one and then the other. They were new so the springs were tight and it held it's grip well.

He haltingly made his way up afraid of what he would be denied when reaching my goal. His kisses came slower and I pulled the chain of the clamps causing one to come loose. He squirmed but to his credit remained on his knees. The kisses fell freely once again. His tongue sought to part my lips and slide inside. He was denied this little treat at home and it drove him nuts. I allowed him thirty seconds of bliss and then slapped his ass with a paddle I kept close by.

"The bed now!" the order contained barely held rage. Another trick I had developed. If they fear you they love you even more. He was upon the bed in a heartbeat waiting for some form of punishment. I wouldn't disappoint him. I took a candle blowing it out before handing it too him. "Oil." he looked around and spied the bottle on the end table practically dropping it in his haste.

"It's your ass." I told him as I finished adjusting the strap on I now wore. He stared at me blankly for a moment and realization and surrender entered his gaze simultaneously. He made sure the candle was slick his eyes pleading with mine. We took our positions, me with anticipation him with terrified joy.

I watched from underneath him as he struggled for control. I never restrained anyone unless necessary. Their wish to please was often enough to keep them in line. I slapped him hard, leaving a hand print almost instantly. His body relaxed and his breathing came easier. Until I placed the end of the candle up against that forbidden entrance. His whole body went rigid. His dick pulsed and bobbed slightly and I knew it was feared longing that made him react.

"Suck it" the phallus of the strap on was coated in a caramel flavored oil mixed with my own blend of Spanish fly. The longer he sucked the further his inhibitions would fall. I watched him move slowly and pinched the welt on his ass for encouragement. His tongue darted out and licked just the tip. The way a virginal cock sucker would. I scraped a nail along the welt.

His lips parted and he took in just the head. I gave him a few seconds to get used to the flavor and sensation. He relaxed slightly and tasted a bit further down the shaft. I thrust my hips and at the same time I slide the candle inside him. He was pierced from both ends and as that fantasy was fulfilled for me I experienced the first orgasm.