I knew he was coming... He had called to tell me to be ready. He had given me explicit instructions on how I was to be prepared for him, but I still didn't know what to do. I was stuck in between fear and desire. What he wanted scared me, but the thing was; I wanted it too. This is how it was every time. And as always, desire won.
Bear is not handsome, that is much too tame a word for him. He is dark and dangerous. The sound of his voice alone would get me on my back, but the tone... oh the tone of his delicious voice would have me on my knees. Begging. Begging to be punished for the very things he liked about me. How sinful I am, how dirty and depraved. Oh how I loved it.
Somehow, I managed to follow his instructions. Legs smooth, pussy smooth and dripping. I had smeared a few drops of vanilla flavored oil on my lips as a surprise for him, although I didn't know if this time I would be lucky or not. Whenever he came over, I only knew one thing for sure... HE would have his orgasm. Mine was based solely on his mood and my performance.
He had told me to wear the outfit we had bought. A black leather pleated school girl skirt and a pink dream corset from Fredericks. I loved the skirt, it made me feel as if I was wearing nothing. I cinched the corset as tight as I could manage. My breasts spilled over the top, and the cheeks of my bottom peeked out from under the skirt whenever I bent over.
It was a quarter till six, only 15 minutes until everything had to be perfect. I readied the bedroom by putting out all the things he might like to use so that he had easy access. I lit cinnamon candles around the house and put in one of his favorite CD's... Down With the Sickness, by Disturbed beat out of the speakers, but it was just a low roar to my ears. I put out a bottle of red wine and a bottle of Crown Royal out on the bar with the appropriate glasses. Then I settled in the middle of the living room to await his arrival. I was kneeling with my hands laced together behind my neck, my knees slightly apart. I heard the door open and I quickly settled the blindfold over my eyes. And as the darkness overtook me, I slipped into myself. My inner self where I could let myself free.
I could hear the clink of ice hitting glass and then the splash of whiskey being poured over it. The whiskey was for me, he would not drink hard liquor when we played because he wanted to remain fully alert. I needed the whiskey. It took only a few sips to get me relaxed enough to let down my inhibitions. I always craved the abuse and humiliation that he brought, but deeply ingrained taboos made it hard for me. The glass hit my lips and I opened my mouth and drank. The fire hit my belly but kept going lower. He took the glass away, not wanting me drunk... just loose.
Still he had not said anything. I couldn't read his mood and that made me anxious, for as much as I craved rough treatment it still scared me. Then, a touch on my lips startled me out of my reverie. I opened my mouth and he pushed his semi-erect cock into my mouth. I started bobbing up and down, concentrating solely on the task before me. I licked the vein as I pushed my nose towards his groin. The head of his dick hit the back of my throat before I could get all the way down. I stayed down, impaled on his cock as far as I could go. I stayed there as long as I could, licking and sucking before I had to breathe. I did this a few times, letting the muscles in my throat massage his cock until he pushed me roughly off his cock and back onto the floor. Finally he spoke,
"If you can't suck my dick decently, then we shall have to find something a cunt like you can do." With that, he grabbed the end of my braid of hair and used it as a leash as I crawled toward the bedroom. I knew I was in for a rough ride... Slut was used when he was in a good mood, Cunt was a harbinger of a sore ass at the least. As we reached the room, he pulled me onto the bed. I kneeled and waited, I could hear him digging through the chest of goodies I had put out. Suddenly he pulled me to the corner of my four poster bed and cuffed me to the heavy wooden post. Discretely, I checked to see if these had the emergency release. When they didn't have them, I grew nervous. I trust Bear, but it is difficult to not be apprehensive. Leaning over as I was, my breasts spilled from the top of my corset and my ass and pussy was in plain view. Easy access... exactly what I wanted... damn.
