I looked at the clock ticking. I knew a few yards away she was hanging in the woodshop in darkness. I forced myself to wait one hour before I returned. It would seem like days to her. I had run the bath water, laid out two beautiful slinky dresses, three pair of stilettos, two pairs of thigh highs (black & sheer), two garter belts, and 4 pairs of lace thongs and two shear dresses in her perfect size 7. The bath water smelled of rose petals, dozens of candles lit the room. The antique claw foot tub stood in readiness. Steam filtered the room.
I took the exquisite soft Turkish robe from the cedar hangar in the closet and placing over my arm, as I walked to the door in my other hand I picked up and elegant antique candelabra with six lit candles and walked into the chilled night air. Barely able to control myself I sauntered to the shop.
I opened the door and let the natural candlelight engulf the room.
Still manacled to the pulley, her long legs and heels barely touching the floor. She was Scheherazade in a dark fantasy of Arabian night
The smell of lacquers and wood shavings could not eliminate the smell of her sweat and saturate pussy.
She could hear me enter as I saw the silken hood rise gradually. Her breathing was meager. I took the knife from the workbench and began to sharpen it on a whetstone to razor edge. She knew the sound as started to breathe more rapidly. I moved towards her and moved the flat side of the blade from one of her ankles slowly up the back of her rotating at her patella to her thigh until it reached her slit. Spreading her pussy with the cold steel made her gasp. Her back began to arch while she wailed. I repeated the process on her other leg, this time moving from her inner thigh to her ass, spreading her checks with the cold dagger. The knife had an ivory handle. I placed the end in my mouth to moistened and slowly rotate the ivory into her ass hole. I knelt under her and inserted my entire fist into her pussy while rotating the handle deeper into her ass. She twitched rhythmically to the thrusting that filled both holes. Her back began to arch and again I quit before her rapture. Her frustration was palatable. I quickly cut her remaining clothes off and lowered her from the pulley. I undid the shackles; she fell helpless into my arms. I delicately placed the robe over her shoulders; I removed her heels, leaving her barefoot and submissive. Finally I removed the hood and allowed her eyes adjust to the flickering corona of light. She put one arm limply over my shoulder. The only remnants of clothing remaining were her thigh high. Surprising her I took the knife from my pocket and sheared her stockings rapidly from the top of her thigh to her calf, then ripping then from her foot repeating the display identically on the other leg