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A story for my Sir I have resurrected an old story ...please let me know if you like it or not. chapter one "The Locked Closet" the preparation You have sent me word that You will be home tonight after a long absence away....although my spirit is rejoicing...my (Your) body has become hungry...the flesh covered in shivering bumps...nipples taut on full wanting breasts...my hand slides across my stomach to my mound...at first touch ...my head is thrown back...a soft moan escapes my lips...I careen precariously close to the edge...and struggle to remain on steady ground...for I have not touched myself and have saved all my hunger to feast with You... I have cleaned and polished the house....put clean linens on the bed (smelling of fresh outdoors from hanging in the breezes) have prepared Your favourite foods...Put Your favourite CDs in the player, placed candles at appropriate places, put logs in the fireplaces lighting them bringing warmth and light into each room and making sure Your favourite wines and beer are available...knowing that the bar is well stocked... I stand back and survey the house...wanting to have all that will nourish You at hand... I move to the bedroom and a gentle flow begins to moisten my thong as I look at our Locked Closet...I resist opening it and remove all my clothes...moving about the room...pulling out the new lingerie I have purchased while You were away, hoping that the sight of me in it will stay Your disappointment at not having chosen it Yourself...as You like to do...an image of me passing flashes in the mirror...I move back and examine my body...lifting my breasts...as I will when I present them to You...slide my hands down my tummy...wondering if You will notice the firmness that the extra exercise I have done has accomplished....avoiding the private area...I run my hands over my hips...turning to look at my behind in the mirror...liking the new firmness there, hoping You will too...I stand with my hands above my head...behind my back...posturing to see what will be Your sight as You have me position myself to Your command...the thoughts and images create erupting moans...and the juices are beginning to flow down my thighs...I shake myself...take a deep breath and calm down as You have taught me to do... Moving to the bathroom I cover my private parts with depilatory lotion ...making sure that none touches the sensitive inner skin or the tender places elsewhere....(although tempted to apply a little there ...remembering the burning turning into pleasure)....as I wait for the lotion to do it's work I move about the bathroom laying out clean towels in the warming closet..a fresh bar of unscented soap...Your razor...I place Your clean bathrobe into the warming closet too so that when you step from the shower or bath it will encompass you in warmth... I slide into the shower rinsing the lotion off...running my hands over my body...feeling the soft smooth skin...ensuring it is completely bare...my body quakes...I am having difficulty holding back...too quickly moving to the edge...but I am hungry with anticipation...I call on all the resources You have taught me...and slowly the hunger recedes enough to continue the preparations for You...stepping from the shower I reach to the back of the closet and remove my tools for cleaning the inside of me...on completion of that...I sterilize the implements and return them to the back of the bathroom closet...stepping back into the shower I wash and condition my hair...knowing you like the fragrance of clean hair...not heavily perfumed shampoos...I soap my body carefully ..not wanting to invite the hunger back...I stand under the flow of water to rinse off....the water cascades over me...running over my breasts...down my tummy...through my labia ...and down my thighs...closing my eyes I create an image of the sensation being Your fingers or mouth...but know it is dangerous to stay there too long...so I turn off the shower and cover my body with a warm towel and wrap my hair in another....taking time to cover my body in lotion...and drying my hair...I move back to the bedroom...I am confronted with the decision to get dressed first or open the Locked Closet ...I opt for the Closet remembering the effect it's contents has on me.. and not wanting to have to change before You arrive home...I move to the secret compartment in Your dresser and remove the key...turning and walking to the Closet my body begins to vibrate...my breathing becomes shallow...my nipples tighten...and the juices begin to flow....images flashing through my memory...of pain and pleasure ..swirling powerful images...making my knees weak...my shaking hands turn the key and I hear the lock click...a moan slips through my lips...and I am still...I slowly open the door and as I do the scent of leather washes over me...sending shivers through my body...I stand and inhale the scent with my eyes closed...then open them and survey the contents...taking a deep breath I move into the closet....running my hand over the soft leather implements...supple with the care You have instructed....I begin to choose some of the things I think You will want...it is difficult sometimes to anticipate You...Your imagination is always so agile...I take down some restraints...one for each post of the bed....the thigh restraints...the chain that attaches to the pulley on the ceiling....some scarves...a blindfold...I take them into the bedroom and place them on the ottoman at the end of the bed....laying them out so when You survey them they will be separate and not overlap each other...returning to the closet ...I contemplate which implements You will desire....taking down two of the floggers ..I inhale the scent of the leather...I swipe each across my thigh...being careful not to leave marks....I decide to take both of them....the strops are next...picking each of them up and weighing them....remembering each delicious stroke You have given me...my juices begin to flow once again....taking the medium sized one...I slap my mound with it....sharply moaning with each stroke...I slide it across the wetness between my legs....leaving my scent on it for You...I reach for the crops....taking one down I flick each nipple...each hardening at the touch of the crop...I flick my very wet place...body quaking now...I slide the crop back and forth between my outer labia...soaking it with my juices....I take the crop and turn it so the handle touches my opening...taking a deep breath and bracing myself....I slide it in...head thrown back at its insertion...moving it back and forth until I feel it sliding easily....removing it....I take these tools downstairs and place them on the table beside Your chair...knowing my scent has permeated the leather and shivering at the thought of you holding them up and inhaling my scent....looking me in the eyes as You do so.. Returning to the Closet...I look through the clamps...unable to decide I take them all and place some on the ottoman and others on the table on the other side of Your chair...returning again I look over the toys...dildos...vibrators...eggs...anal beads...really only desiring Your hard thick manhood...I hesitate to choose...but know that in Your pleasure I will find mine....so take a variety of items again placing some on the ottoman and others beside your chair... I return to the bedroom and laying a towel on the chair....I attach my garter belt...hoping you like the deep rich blue..and the intricate lace that covers it...sitting I slip one nylon over my foot and roll it up my leg to my thigh...sliding my hand up my legs ...straightening the stocking I attach it to the garters....and repeat the motions attaching the other...I reach for the matching thong...hesitating about putting it on yet...glancing at the clock I realize it will not be long before You are home....so slip my feet in and pulling the thong up I feel it slide into the recess of my behind...framing the roundness of my buttocks...and a little of the material in the front sliding into my wetness...accentuating my swollen wanting lips...I slide into my high heels ..and survey the house....wanting everything to be as You like it... As I stand surveying the living room I hear Your car pull into the drive...my body shivers with anticipation...a flush of juices spread through the thong...I have to remind myself to breathe...my hand rests against my tummy...I stand watching the door waiting for You...although every particle of my being wants to rush to the door throw it open wide and jump into Your arms I resist...knowing You may need some time to just BE....I know that You will realize my excitement by my face and body....You will see my heart bursting with happiness...the preparations that I have done for Your return ..will be a testament to You of Your welcome home...as You enter the door...I watch Your face...looking for a sign of Your needs/wants...hoping that I have not missed anything for Your return home..... ________________________________________ |
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