Awaiting His Touch (part 1)

I open the front door, nervously peering in as it swings silently on its hinges. Taking a deep breath to distill any apprehension you might be able to hear in my voice or step and to slow my heart beat, I close the door loud enough that you can hear and audibly lock the deadbolt. I follow the detailed directions you gave to the room where you’re waiting for me, planting my sneakers firmly onto the hard floor so you can hear my approach. I open the door and my breath is momentarily taken away as I see you in person for the first time.

You are a sight to behold, kneeling on the floor in front of me with your legs slightly spread, pantied ass cheeks resting firmly on your bare ankles and heels, back straight, soft, thin shirt lifted slightly away from your chest by your bra’d breasts, head up, and hands resting on your naked thighs. You’ve been sitting like this for 30 minutes, as per my instructions, blindfolded. I can see you, your sexy form silhouetted by the dark room lit only by unscented candles, but you can’t see me. You subconsciously lick your lips, making them glisten as the candlelight dances off of them. Your heightened hearing picks up on my feet treading across the soft carpet.

I smirk deviously, wondering if, in the back of your mind, you’re slightly worried that a complete stranger has happened upon your unlocked door and found you in this compromising position. You have no idea how much time has passed, only that it feels like it’s been forever.

I leave you to wonder, silently gazing around the room to see if you have obeyed all my instructions. I am pleased to find that you have laid out everything I demanded: ropes of varying lengths including one of smaller diameter, a clear, glass anal plug, your wand vibrator, the blue, curved glass dildo with two beads of increasing size on one end and a phallic head on the other, a flogger, a crop, your 3 favorite toys in addition to anything I requested, the 3 toys that make you the most nervous, and 3 normal household items that could be used for varying purposes during a scene.

I grab the crop and walk over to where you’re still kneeling, waiting with anticipation. As I get closer, I can see that your panties are slightly damp from your wet pussy, making me smile knowing that, in that moment, you are just as turned on as I am. I move behind you, reach over your shoulder with the crop, and ever so gently touch the top of your left hand with it, sliding it painfully slow up your arm until I reach your shoulder. I hear you breathe outwardly and can visibly see your body tense as you feel my touch for the very first time. I’m touching you so lightly with it that you don’t know what it is. The leather is slightly cold to the touch, and, after being blindfolded, your skin is more sensitive than normal.

I repeat the movement, this time along the inside of your left thigh. Again, I reach the elastic of your panties, being ever so careful not to touch your labia. I do the same with your right arm and leg, your hand and arm followed by the inside of your right thigh. Then I make a path along the outside of your right leg, all the way to the bottom of your foot, sliding it across you so lightly that you begin to squirm. I run it between your ass cheeks, on top of your panties, around your side just on top of the waistline of your panties and underneath your shirt so it’s on your bare skin. When I reach just above your mound, I slide it upward, on top of your shirt, straight up the middle of your chest, between your breasts, up your throat, and push it against the underside of your chin causing you to look upward, making the end of the crop bend. At this moment, you realize I’ve been touching you with the crop.

I move it back down to the inside of your left thigh, touching you ever so slightly, but this time, without warning, I snap my wrist back and you jump slightly as it smacks against the inside of your thigh. Once, twice, thrice… fifteen times I smack you, just hard enough for you to know I’m there and cause a little pinkness to appear on the inside of your leg. I repeat with the inside of your right thigh. Once, twice, thrice… fifteen times. You’re tempted to count, worried I might not have been waiting for you to do so for the count to begin, but, the good girl that you are, you hold your tongue knowing that you have not been ordered to count – yet.

I set the crop back on the table, and, from across the room, and, with my first words to you in person, I say with an even tone, “Stand up.” You do so, slowly as your legs move for the first time in 40 minutes. I stand there for a moment, again taking in your beauty. Unknown to you, my cock has been straining against my pants since I arrived, and I feel it now as I behold your angelic body, knowing that what we’re about to do will be anything but angelic.

After making you wait, I stride up to your face, place my lips millimeters from yours, breathing through my mouth so you can feel the warm air escaping from between my lips. So close, but our lips never touch. I walk around you, close enough that you know exactly where I am, looking you up and down salivating at the opportunity to finally be able to play in person. I stop briefly in front of your face again so you can feel me ever so close to your slightly parted, wet lips, and again, circle around you. This time, though, I stop directly behind you.

Still refraining from touching you, I place my lips next to the side of your neck and, blowing warm air onto you I move upward toward your ear. You can feel me breathing on you, and, after a moment, I move my right hand upward, around your front, and you feel my fingers wrap around your throat, gently, but firm enough you know I’m there.

“Hello, naughty girl,” I whisper.