He pulled out a chair for her at the table, gently took her hand in his and laid his other on her back as he guided her to sit. He placed a pair of slim, elegant wine glasses on the table that he had picked out while thinking of her own sylphish form. He poured them both some wine, and sat in the chair he had pulled close to hers. He asked how her week had gone, how she was feeling. They talked a while, letting the wine have it's way as they looked at each other, trying to disguise their hunger as it's sometimes natural to do. He poured another glass of wine for them, smiling at the joy of the evening with her. “So” he said, “I want to see what you chose as your favorite toy.” She giggled a little, said ok, and picked up her purse. She pulled out her pink hummingbird which she had wrapped in a handkerchief and laid it on the table. “Lovely, I can imagine why it's your favorite. We might find some use for that.” he said. He stood, took her half finished glass of wine from her and set it on the table, a kind smile on his face. He gently took her hand and pulled, bringing her to her feet. He looked into her eyes, the deepest he'd ever seen, then pulled her close and kissed her. She felt mild surprise, then joined in wholeheartedly. It was one of the longest and most passionate kisses she'd ever experienced, he was insatiable. He finally pulled back, like a man in the desert that could hardly stop drinking when he found an oasis, letting her lower lip release from between his own.
He moved back slightly, sliding his hand gently down her arm. With his other hand, he nonchalantly lowered the opposite strap of her dress from her shoulder. I want to see what you chose to impress me darling, he said. She flushed a little and looked at the floor. Then she slowly slid the dress off. His eyes met a pink, lacy thong with a floral pattern and a matching push up bra over her delicate snowy skin. He was blown away. You succeeded, he said with a horny smile. He reached out and stroked her warm cheek with the back of his fingers. “So, you want to be a submissive?” he asked, half rhetorically. She paused, then meekly said yes. He grabbed her arm and walked toward the bed, compelling her to follow. He took her by both arms and sat her down on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him a bit surprised at his forcefulness; He smiled gently and pulled her head to his stomach with the other hand around her shoulders, giving her a comforting hug for a long moment to put her at ease. “It's ok beautiful,” he said, and kissed her lovingly on the cheek. “I want you to get on the bed and take a position that expresses your submissive nature, dear.” he said in a kind but firm voice. She paused, thinking a moment, then thought back to her nights alone on her own bed, and got on both knees with her legs together, hands behind her head, eyes downward. Her full breasts strained against the pink fabric, fanning his already consuming desire for her. He let himself take in the beautiful sight before him for a minute. “Your choice pleases me very much,” he said. I get the feeling this is a position you've been in before. I want you to remember this pose, we're going to call it position one. When we're together, and I say position one, you are to stop whatever you are doing and assume this pose. Do you understand? “Yes.” she said. “Yes what?” he asked sternly. “Yes, sir.” she said, obsequiously. “Good girl.”
Lower your arms to your sides, he ordered. He picked up her half finished glass of wine and sat
beside her on the bed. He grabbed a handful of the back of her hair and pulled her head up. He raised the glass to her lips. “Drink quickly.” he demanded, and tilted the glass back steeply as he pulled her head back by the hair. A little drop of wine escaped from the corner of her mouth and he licked it from her chin. He sat the glass aside. “Position one” he said, and after a moment of slight surprise at hearing the order so soon she brought her hands back behind her head. He reached around and unhooked her bra, then let it linger loosely on her tits while he admired them, their full bottoms hanging slightly below the cups, still hiding her nipples. They looked fantastic with her arms held high, pulling them up and apart. After taking in the sight for a moment, he placed his fingers under them and jiggled them a little. “Arms up!” he ordered, as he slowly pulled the bra off, letting the cups catch her tits slightly making them drop into place, revealing her tempting nipples, already hard. “Arms back behind your head beautiful.” he said lovingly. A more alluring pair of breasts he couldn't imagine. Her nipples were just the right size and length for his taste. He lightly stroked his fingers all over her chest, barely coming into contact with her skin, raising goose bumps on her tits and drawing a barely perceptible moan from her lips. He took one of them in his hand and kissed it, licked its now textured softness, sucked on her nipple hard as he drew his head away and released it with his lips. Then he gently tugged on both nipples, stretching them out as he leaned into her and they shared another kiss. As he finished he pinched a bit as he pulled her nipples harder until they slipped from his fingers. Bringing a quick whimper of pain.
“Relax and lie on your back.” he said soothingly. She lied down. He took his shirt off, revealing his hairy chest and powerful frame. She smiled, quietly turned on as she took him in. She could see the outline of his hard cock beneath the tight jeans he wore, a strange contrast to the delicate dress he had requested from her, she thought. He grabbed her shins and spread her legs wide, resting on his knees between them. He quickly raised his hand and landed a stinging slap on her pussy, making her whimper and draw her legs together involuntarily and raise up slightly. He pressed her back down with a firm hand on her chest, holding it there longer than necessary, asserting his dominance. He then seized her legs and spread them again. He raised his hand as if to strike again and she tensed up, but he only smiled and gently put his palm on her upper thigh, then did the same with the other. He began rubbing firmly and slowly up and down the length of her thighs, sometimes turning his palms towards one another as he brought them to the inside of her porcelain white legs, sometimes outward as he stroked the outside and the bottom. “Close your eyes and relax.” he said in a loving, quiet voice. He continued massaging, coming within a fingertip's breadth from her lips, but never touching them. She was relaxing, mindful of the desire building within, feeling the warm wetness spreading inside her. He stopped his massage and laid on his stomach, slowly pulling her panties between her lips, putting pressure on her clit. He tapped on it a few times through her panties with his finger, teasing her, then buried his nose in between her lips and inhaled her scent, making his mouth water as he grew even harder. He gingerly licked her labia, then withdrew. He brought her legs together and up, rubbing their outsides from ass to ankles, then pulled her panties off, finally exposing her fully.
Her panties off, he laid her legs down and took in the site, smiling as he noticed she only kept her bush a little trimmed, leaving him something to play with. “Look at you!” he said, smiling. I like a bit of hair down here sometimes, but for now, you are to be shaved smooth. You need to be completely exposed, with nothing to cover you when I want to see you. You are not allowed any modesty unless I allow you to have it, do you understand? “Yes sir,” she said submissively, seductively. He grabbed her whole cunt and gently massaged it, noticing some of moisture already there, then squeezed firmly as he pulled his hand away. He placed his arm under her shoulders and helped her raise up, then pulled something from his back pocket. It was a strand of pink silk, he knew it was one of her favorite colors. He wrapped it gently around her eyes and tied it behind her head, blindfolding her. He then guided her back down, and pulled her legs apart. “Stay there”, he commanded, and walked into the bathroom.
He opened the bag in the shower and removed his tools. An electric trimmer, a safety razor, shaving lotion, a plastic comb. She held her position, anticipating what was next, glad she took the plunge, but still a little nervous. She wiggled her ass back and forth a little in anticipation, as she heard him rummaging in the bag, arousing her curiosity. Then she heard him turn on the tap in the other room. He ran two cups of hot water. One was for the shaving lotion, warming it for her, wanting to make her comfortable even in a slightly humiliating position. The other was to keep a washcloth hot. Then he grabbed a towel from the rack and threw it over his shoulder. He walked back into the room.