Sir stands quietly in the cool corridor, watching from the doorway, careful not to breathe too loudly.
sub lays on the bed, naked, as he watches, her eyes closed, a peaceful smile on her face.
The sun beams in the windows, a bright early summer warmth across her thighs, stomach and full breasts.
Sirs voyeuristic streak prevents him from knocking on the door.
Her hand moves slowly , tracing the outline of the shadow down her side. Down the side of her breast, her ribs, her stomach. Down along her hips and thighs.
Her other hand traces a mirror on her other side. She sighs.
Sir knows that he can barge in any time he likes, and take her in one of a thousand ways. And nine times out of ten he would. But today he decides to watch. To watch His submissive as she is intimate with herself. Not for his delight, but for her own. Not put on for him, but for her own gratification. For her own enjoyment.
Gently, softly her fingers stroke and slide. She gently pulls her nipples, moaning. Biting her bottom lip as her fingers slide down, her knees parting as she slides into herself with a sharp intake of breath. Her other hand joins in on the outside.
A long slow exhalation as she finds a rhythm, a flush spreading across her cheeks and her heaving gorgeous breasts.
She takes her left breast in her hand and lifts it to suck her nipple, adding another finger to her wet pussy.
"Oh Sir," she moans gently. "Please fuck me Sir," she moans, without opening her eyes.
Throbbing cock straining at his pants, Sir goes to push the door open when sub starts talking again. "That's it Sir, just in... there... deeper... mmm yes Sir... Oh that's good Sir..."
Hands and hips rising and falling like she's having a gallop on a flighty stallion, sub heads for her first orgasm of the day.
Sir looks on, enjoying the look of sheer delight on her face as she is overcome with the force of the wave as it hits.
He backs away from the door, to the quiet strains of "Oh Sir... Mmm that was goood..."
I :-
His afternoon meeting had been long and boring. Tedious beyond belief. Even the coffee had been battling against the odds to keep him awake. So he had spent his time remembering the mornings impromptu show and deciding exactly what to do to sub when he got home.
Sir arrives home to be greeted by his submissive on her knees. Sir can see that she is wearing red thigh-highs, a red robe and her collar. She always wears the latter when she is with him. Her lipstick and heels a perfect match for the robe. She wears nothing else.
"sub, you are beautiful," Sir says.
Her face beams at the compliment.
"Thank you, Sir," she always likes to hear that.
"You look like you have shaved for me sub, but you know that Sir has to confirm just how good a job you have made of it. Confirm that it is up to the required standard."
"Yes Sir," sub purrs softly, standing.
Sir likes to check the quality of the shave, the smoothness, the softness, and her wetness.
Softly, gently, Sir touches her mound with light fingertips.
"You've moisturised as well, haven't you?" Sir asks.
Without raising her eyes from their submissive gaze sub answers, "Yes Sir."
"Very smooth indeed. Well done ."
sub tries not to smile, but fails.
"I'm glad that I meet your expectations Sir."
Sir moves his hand between sub's thighs and strokes from back to front. "Mmmmm. What do you think? Moist?"
"Mmmoist?" Sub asks as Sir strokes her again. "I would say quite definitely damp, Sir."
A third stroke, harder this time. "I do believe you may be right. Back to your knees sub. You know what to do."
She can't help but smile as she takes her position in front of Sir and unzips his pants. She takes out his semi- erect cock and immediately starts licking it, the head, the shaft. As Sir hardens she takes him in her mouth, removing her hands and placing them behind her back.
She loves the taste of cock. The smell of cock. Especially Sirs.
The masculinity, the sense of belonging, the stirring of lust. The feeling of a prime piece of meat engorging between her lips, pushing against the back of her throat, her taste buds revelling in the mix of bitter and sweet and salty.
Sir runs his fingers along her scalp and holds on to her hair as he thrusts himself deeper.
sub enjoys Sir being in command as he works a rhythm in her mouth, alternating between slow and sensual to fast and hard and urgent.
Some days Sir will finish down her throat, but today he pulls free of her mouth and cums over her face and tongue, much to her delight. Unlike when he finishes down her throat, this way she gets to taste his seed as she cleans him up, something that she very much enjoys.
She licks the final drops from Sir's cock, and from Sir's fingers as he cleans her face, with an ache pulsing between her legs that she has to fight to control.
The drive to the restaurant doesn't take long. sub sits in the passenger seat, knees wide. Sir has allowed her to change her robe for her short, tight red dress.
"I appreciate that you have shaved especially for me," Sir remarks.
"It's my pleasure Sir. I know that you love me being nice and smooth and soft."
His hand slides over, across her thigh and down. sub adjusts her position to allow him better access. She moans at the merest touch.
"I'm sorry my dear, it's obvious that I neglected your needs before we left the house. However, I really need to concentrate at the moment on my driving," Sir says.
sub can't suppress a disappointed sigh as Sir removes his hand and places it back on the steering wheel.
"However," he says, "don't let me stop you from..."
He let the sentence hang.
He can sense the smile from the seat next to him as she starts to pleasure herself. Sir presses the gas harder, eliciting a growl like thunder from the car. sub shivers as the vibrations course through her body.
Minutes later, she asks, "May I please Sir? Please?"
"I'm afraid not, you're going to have to wait. We've just arrived," Sir informs her.
"Aww, yes Sir," she replies, dejected.
"Don't sulk now, I'll see what I can do for you inside," Sir says.
sub beams at the thought and straightens her dress as they draw in to the parking lot.
II :-
As Sir looks through the menu at their table, sub eyes up the waiters. They all appear to be in their twenties, fit, good looking men.
"Have you found one to your liking yet my sweet?" Sir asks.
"Several, Sir," she replies.
"Define 'several'."
"Four."
"Okay. "
sub sits back, relaxed, with her legs crossed a la Sharon Stone.
As their young waiter approaches their table she proves that she is more than familiar with the film Basic Instinct. The young waiter does a double take.
"Excuse me Sir, are you ready to..." he starts, flustered.
"No, but I believe that my submissive here is. And in the mean time can you get me a Caesar Salad and a large glass of iced sparkling water?" Sir looks up at the waiter.
sub winks at the waiter, who blushes.
"sub, who were the others?"
She points at the other three requests.
Sir looks the waiter in the eye. He speaks softly so that no-one else hears. "After you have served me my food, you and the others have twenty minutes. I'm sure you can work out how to cover each other for five minutes each. No need for foreplay - just fuck her wherever you like. But don't mess up her dress and wear one of these," Sir says, handing over a box of twelve condoms.
sub is already breathing heavily.
The young waiter hurries back to the kitchens, red in the face.
Sir enjoys the ballet as he eats his dinner. The interplay between waiters as they take their turns with his submissive is most entertaining as he nibbles his way through his salad.
sub, on the other hand gets four sets of five minute bursts of frenzy.
In the alley behind the kitchen she has each in turn. She has her pussy fucked by each in turn, her ass fucked by two of them. Her nipples squeezed and pulled and twisted. Her ass slapped and her clit rubbed furiously. Up against the wall, held against a chain fence, bent over.
Four young studs, using her, at her Sirs behest.