You're nervous. Lost in that place between excitement and fear. I've told you that I have something special planned for you. All you know is that I have told you to make sure you have showered first, then to come straight to me - without stopping to get dressed. I have insisted that you come naked.
The house is warm, bedroom half lit with the curtains drawn, carpet bunching under your toes as you walk in. You see me, facing away from the door with my back to you. Your eyes roam to the bed, where you see the faint glint of metal as the chain of some nipple clamps catch your eye, lying next to one of your hairbrushes. You cough quietly to attract my attention, and I turn to face you. I slowly and deliberately look you up and down, enjoying the moment of bashfulness that runs through you as feel me surveying your body. I smile at you; happy you have obeyed my instruction and left your clothes behind before coming over and whispering into your ear "Thank you my love. You look as ravishing as ever."
I kiss the side of your neck, my right hand sliding up over your thigh before gently stroking along the length of your pussy. "And you are such a good girl for me." Pausing to chuckle softly "But today we find out just what it is you can take for me." My hand curls slightly, nails dragging up over your pelvis and stomach as my breath teases you neck. My lips continue to lay over your neck as I move behind you, pulling your hand away as you reach back for me "No my love. No touching. No talking. Not unless you earn your prize."
I laugh as you pout, kissing you deeply; letting my teeth catch on your bottom lip. "You must just take whatever I choose to do to you. You do not have to stay silent, but no words. And you can stop it whenever you wish, by simply saying stop. Nod if you understand and agree." Your pause is almost imperceptible, your body already starting to respond to my slow stroking... fingers playing back and forth just beneath your breasts.
Moving directly behind you, my second hand moves around as both come up to grab and firmly squeeze your breasts. My fingers spread to cup as much of your curves as I can, slowly massaging them as my lips move to start trailing kisses down between your shoulders. A low moan escapes your lips as I pinch your nipples, gently tugging them both at the same time. You hear me chuckle, low and raspy, as I repeat the motion. My fingers lingering just a fraction longer this time as my tongue runs up behind your left ear.