Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Instructions




It hung there, unopened, creamy white and expectant in midair.  An unmarked envelope tied to a string over the kitchen counter.

She sat down her work things, piled her keys and purse on the counter, slipped off her blazer and placed it over the dining room chair.

With a smile that betrayed her prudence, she took hold of the envelope and detached it from the string that held it.  Placing her finger under the flap, running it along the length, she split the paper slowly and gently, exposing a folded card, which she dislodged from its encasement and flipped open.

Take off your clothes, right where you are.  Leave them folded, neatly on the counter.  Pour yourself a glass of wine, grab your cell phone, and take them both to the bedroom.  Push play on the CD player, and prop yourself up in the middle of the bed.  Slowly play with yourself - without penetration - while you enjoy your glass of wine.  

I will be watching your every move.

She licked her lips as her cheeks brightened to a hotter shade of pink.  But she placed the note on the counter and proceeded to follow the instructions, almost laughing to herself.  This was all so new...the instructions...the obedience...the possibility of punishment or reward.  

She slipped out of her black pumps, reached her arms behind her back to unzip her sheath dress, and stepped out of it, careful not to leave it in a heap on the floor at her feet.  The folded dress in a neat pile on the counter, the turned her attention to her nylons, peeling them down over her hips and ample rear, rolling them down her thighs, her knees, and finally stepped out of them, placing them beside the folded dress on the counter.  Left in nothing but her plain black bra and panties, she licked her lips, glanced at the bar to consider the wine selection, and finished her disrobing.  Folding her lingerie neatly on top of her dress, she walked to the bar, selected a glass, and poured it half full.  She grabbed her cell phone on her way back through the kitchen and made her way to the bedroom.

As she was told to do, she pressed play on the CD player, and climbed onto the bed.  Placing her wine glass on the nightstand, she began moving pillows around to create a backrest against the headboard.  A second envelope was hidden beneath the last one.

Once again, she smiled, a bit sheepishly, as she slid her finger under the flap and released its contents.

Place your phone beside you and wait for my texts.  Light a candle, enjoy the music and the wine.  But mostly, enjoy yourself.  Remember, however...you are not to penetrate your opening.  It must remain untouched for me.

She lit the candle on the nightstand, placed her phone on the bed, turned off the light, closed the door, and found her way to the middle of the bed.  Situating herself, she took her wine glass into her left hand, and let her right hand slide between her bent and spread legs.

With her finger circling her clitoris, slowly keeping time with the music, she took a long sip of her wine and began to wonder just how he could be watching her.  A camera?  She glanced around the room, letting her eyes linger in places that looked suspect.  No rustling or breathing emanated from the closet, so he couldn't be spying on her from there.

The phone began to vibrate, and the screen lit up with a text notification icon.

She took her hand away from herself and tapped the text button, leaving a trace of moisture on the screen that made her bite her lip and giggle silently to herself.

Keep your mind on what you are doing.  Stop worrying about where I am.

She flushed at the reprimand and placed her hand back between her legs.  Like a good girl, she closed her eyes, took another swallow of wine, and worried about nothing but pleasuring herself.



Swirling her fingers, rubbing her entire palm across the heat of her sex, grinding the pad of her thumb into her clit.  She grew wet with desire and began to squirm, her wine sloshing in the glass, dangerously close to spilling over the edge.  A whimper collected in the back of her throat, releasing to the tone of the cell phone's vibration.

Not yet.  Slow down.  I didn't tell you that you could come.

She sighed and rolled her eyes like a petulant child, pouting.  A whispered expletive escaped her mouth and was met by a third vibration from her phone.

Is that a bit of an attitude I sense?  Apparently someone needs a little discipline.  Put the blindfold on and roll on to your stomach in the middle of the bed.  Spread your arms and legs wide.

She did as she was told.  Expectant and nervous.  In the blackness, she heard the front door open and close, heavy footsteps crossing the living room floor, into the kitchen.  She held her breath, unintentionally, as the bedroom doorknob turned and the door squeaked as it opened.  Cold fingers slid across her back, down her spine, and then...




The swooshing sound was quick, but she braced herself knowing what would follow.  the crack of his palm meeting with the skin of her behind reverberated - echoing in the room.  She winced and whimpered a little.

"It is early, yet..." he said.  "There are so many things I want to do to you."

She heard the clicking of a suitcase or briefcase being opened...the clinking of metal...and then felt the icy sensation of it pressing against her skin...

To be continued...








11 comments:

  1. That was marvellous! I was completely caught up in the tale, and really didn't want it to stop :)

    xx Dee

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    1. That's a lovely comment coming from a writer of your caliber...I hope the sequel lives up to your expectations.

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    1. What's better than having a little sex with your coffee?

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  3. Hmmm I would love to have to do something like this, except always having people here is rather difficult in making that a reality

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  4. Wow! Lovely scenario. I can't wait to read more. :-)

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    1. Hope the sequel lives up to your expectations...

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  5. A deviant smile never hurt anyone...much. Great photo accompaniment, very dreamlike, and alluring.

    Cheers,
    Octavia.

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  6. HOT! I can't wait for it to continue!

    Rebel xox

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  7. Oooo... I'm going to have very good dreams tonight, thinking of that scenario :)

    ~Kazi xxx

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