The personal ad

[ShyGuy68]

OOC: Sorry but this is a closed thread for Merelan and myself. You are welcome to read along though.


IC:
It looks like he’s going to spend yet another evening in front of the computer, with only his friends in other countries to talk to. By now he was craving the touch of a woman, to hold her, kiss her, tease her, and punish her when she had been bad, since his toys were calling out for him to get used.

His eyes wandered across his desk, where there we all kind of things scattered around his flat screen, printer and scanner. His eyes came to rest on the mail from that day, which he hadn’t got around to open yet. He picked up the stack, and as he shifted through what hadn’t seemed like any interesting mail earlier, he stopped at an envelope that he had overlooked the first time. The envelope had the crest of the exclusive club he had recently joined. He had forgotten that they were sending out a bi-weekly magazine, so he quickly opened the envelope. As he was thumbing through the magazine, an idea started to form in his head. Leaving the magazine open next to his keyboard, he opened up his word processor program, and started to type up a personal ad, getting inspiration from the ones he had read in the magazine.


Strict but loving and caring Master in search of a maid.

This Master is a very caring and loving person, who is looking for a maid, to serve his every need, no matter what he asks for.

When you are in his service, you will be wearing a French maid’s uniform (you will have a pick of any uniforms from here http://www.threewisheslingerie.com/french.asp), and be prepared to get punished if you are a naughty maid, that don’t do as you are told. The punishment will include these forms of punishment:

Spankings
Being whipped with a cane and a crop
Be ordered to satisfy the Masters need with your mouth, pussy and ass
And many more forms for punishment

But when you are a good maid, and have made your Master happy, you will receive luxurious gifts, great dinners at exclusive restaurants, and trips all over the world, when you are accompanying your Master on his business trips.

Applications will be accepted in writing only, with a picture attached.


Master James


Once finished with it, he mailed it to the e-mail address for personals printed in the magazine. A few minutes later, he got an automated reply that the personal would be included in the next magazine to be shipped to the members. Wondering if he would get any responses to it, he decided not to put to much thought into it, so he wouldn’t be disappointed if nobody replied to it.

 

[Merelan]

Once again I had tried, and again failed. Unsure now of where I was heading or why. Too often lately I had sat like this and pondered it. Was I asking too much? I was not a dog, though not a model beauty. Well fit and attractive. Educated, well tempered, experienced in some ways, and willing to learn in others.
Yet again and again I could not find what I wanted. What I yearned for. Each relationship worst then the last. this final attempt the end of it. I give up.
Starting in my teens I had realized there was something different. A special need I had, a craving, a desire to serve others. Going into retail by accident I had realized that simple serving and helping was not enough. Nursing school only emphasized I wanted something else.
Then along came the internet. I read and wandered and one day as if in a flash of light I found it. A woman in servitude. How disgusting. Yet as I sat and looked at her photos, taken by her husband I saw in her eyes a something. A spark, a light. Of pride, she was proud to serve him thusly. I read, and followed the couple back in time by her journal. She had published there on the web for all to see. How they started, how they grew. How he loved her so much he mastered her. With his love and patience. Her submissiveness not a disgusting thing to sneer at, but a joy, a gift to him. A giving of herself.

He talked at times of how proud he was of her, how he had helped her, and she him, discover new ways to enchance this relationship. They got graphic, oh how graphic. Showing pictures of her in bondage, in positions that haunted my dreams. Nipples stretched taut by clamps and chains. Legs spread wide and bound to a machine he had made. Her ass raised high and fingered and fucked. All the while her face serene and sensual.
Leading me to try them myself, on myself. But always there was a love between them. even as he caned her for disobediance. They led me to site after site. Learning and seeing. There splashed across the moniter were what I had wanted, and never known.

Finding a website dedicated to it, then another and another. Stumbling through online relationships, and finding them hollow. Meeting one then another man to see if they had what I needed. only to be led down the macho fakeness of their own needs. Only one had been any good for me. Older and wiser we had met, and talked. First myself as he listened, quiet and gentle. Stroking my hand and encouraging me. Spilling out my life as he sat there. Then when I wound down, blushing at my chatter, he had taken my chin and smiled. Then leaning back, he talked.
Not of himself, but of me. he knew me, so well, as if he had always known.
He knew my fears and nervousness, knew my needs, my hunger. Knew of my search and even knew the couple I had met.
"A happy finding that page for you. They are a wonderful example of what is offered." His voice deep and mellow. His eyes making mine meet his.

"Youa re a lovely incredible creature. So sensual, so needy, so much in hunger. How I wish." His voice trailed off.

"But you are not for me, are you?" Startled I again met his eyes. He even sensed that? For as friendly and sweet as he was, as handsome and sensual as I found him, there had been something missing. He had been like an older brother.

"But there is no shame, only in lies and deception is there shame. I am not for you, nor you for me, yet. But I know of a place, where you may find him. I even suspect." Again letting his voice trail off.

"Suspect what?" I responded. "Where?"

"There is a club, private and exclusive. Where we can meet and socialize, without any stigmata from the outside world. I would like to take you there. As a friend, for it is invitation only. Besides, I would be proud to escort you anywhere. My friend. We are friends, are we not?" He took my hand again and I blushed.
He might not be the One for me, but he had a power, a charm.

"Then dress simply tonight and I shall take you there for dinner, and a show perhaps? Nothing you will not find in good taste, there is a gathering this very night, as if chance brought us together so I could take you there. I must go now, but here, read this. It is our magazine. it will tell you of us. I will meet you at 7 dear Alana. Don't be nervous, absolutely nothing will happen, unless you choose it." As he had spoken he had opened the magazine and circled something, then handed it to me.

Giving me a small hug, and paying the bill he left, my address on a napkin in his hand.

Later that day I returned home, my legs shook as I showered, carefully grooming myself. Nicking my ankle as I shaved. My simple navy dress hanging ready for me to slip on.

I curled on the couch with a glass of chablis and read. The magazine outlined their history, their goals, their rules. Then had a few classified ads. But not like thoase in the loacl paper. These drew me. The one he circled I waited and read last.

Reading it as I drained my glass. My eyes widening at the uniforms he was showing. His words drew me to read again, and again. The man knew what he wanted, and was not shy about looking. Not coached in hidden meanings but forthright about it.

How bold, and truthful. With one such as he there would be no deceptions. Travel and adventure, and demands.

What would he ask.
Thinking back over all I had read I wondered. Why had Thomas circled this ad? Did he know the man? Would he tell him of me and that we were attending tonight? Would this man know me and see me before I knew him?

The thought sent shivers down me. Arousing me in a strange way. To be watched and measured without knowing who. Again I read it, mentally deciding I would choose the Oooooh La La! one. It was sexier, yet covered me. or whom ever wore it.

Time to get ready. Slipping the dress over my bareness, only a thin thong. My breasts small enough I sometimes went without a bra. Slipping on the matching snadals and lacing them up my leg, tying them beneath the knee. My hair pulled back in a simple chignon, makeup light, as with my vanilla spice perfume.

Ready a half hour ahead of time. Sipping another glass of wine annd rereading the magazine.

Thomas was a gentleman, helping me in and then out of the car. Our talk light and of nothing serious as we drove the 45 minutes. The building discreet and like a private estate.

'How lovely!" The scent of jasmine was in the air as we waited at the door.

Helping me off with my shawl and then taking my arm and leading me to or table. Settling me down, ordering my drink, wthout asking.

I was nervous, nd he sensed it. Was the man watching now? Did he even know I was here? Had Thomas told him of me? Or not. I so wanted to ask, but he frowned slightly as I started to talk. Ins ilence we watched as others arrived, some stopping and talking to him, none to me. Gladly I shrank back in my seat. His hand held mine though and kept me pulled forward, where everyone could see me.

 

[ShyGuy68]

Knowing as the day started, that he would have a very busy day at work, he had decided that he wouldn’t be going to the club meeting tonight. Then his friend Thomas had called him, saying that he thought it would be a very good idea to attend tonight’s meeting, since Thomas wanted to introduce somebody to him. James had known Thomas for a number of years, it was also him that had introduced him to the club, after he had made it clear to him a while back, that he was into BDSM. Thomas also knew that he was looking for a woman in his life, so he wrapped up his work quickly, since he only had barely enough time to go home for a shower and a change of clothes.

Once he arrived at the club, he spotted Thomas sitting at a table with a very lovely lady. She was a very attractive woman, with nice long dark hair, which was his preference, which of course Thomas knew very well. He seated himself at a table which she was facing away from, so she wouldn’t notice him studying her.

She seemed a bit nervous, but he remembered being that as well at his first visit to the club, so he knew the feeling very well. She was nursing a drink, while her head twisted and turned, while observing as much as possible of what was going on in the club. He also noticed how elegant she moved, while she was busy observing. He then asked a waiter that came by, for a pen, a piece of paper, an envelope, and a piece of ribbon. It only took a few minutes before the waiter delivered the required items. After having pondered for a few minutes, he put the pen to the paper, and wrote the note to the lovely lady.


My dear.

I have heard from my friend Thomas, that you might be interested in the position I’ve recently placed an ad for.

Usually I only accept a written application with an attached picture, but in your case I will make an exception, and conduct a personal interview. If you want to apply for the position in person, simply ask the waiter who’s delivering your this message to escort you to me. If you don’t show up within the next 30 minutes, I will know that you aren’t interested in the position.


With the hope to see you soon.

Master James


After having signed the note, he folded it, and placed it in the envelope, which he tied to a long stemmed rose that he took from the vase on his table.

He walked up to the bar, and after having exchanged a few words with the waiter, he left it with a bottle of champagne in a cooler, and two glasses. He walked upstairs in the club, where there were quite a few rooms, decorated for different kinds of play. The room he entered was a simple but elegant room, with a few couches and soft music coming from well hidden speakers.

Once in the room, he sat down facing away from the door, sipping on a glass of champagne, while he wondered if the woman were going to show up.

 

[Merelan]

Alana

My hands shook as I read the note. With a glance Thomas took it from my fingers and read it, a smile on his face.
I could not meet his eyes, till he lifted my chin.

"Alana, he is a good man. Kind, gentle, yet firm. He will expect obediance, complete. But he will teach you there is more within you then you ever guessed, if you allow him. He won't rush you, but he will push you. He too is lonely. Needing a companion, like you. Perhaps you should meet him, for he is why I brought you here." Letting my chin go. A sad smile on his lips. Sipping at his wine.

"I thought of hm when we first met, something about you reminded me of him."

We sat silent, I was unsure, frightened. I trusted Thomas, in so short a time I knew he only meant my happiness. yet.

A spark shone in his eyes.

"I said go. Meet him now." Slapping his hand on the table. The waiter responded first, taking my glass and holding out his hand. I was dismissed? Anger flared, how dare he, but he wore a smile.

"You have a spark, a fire, he will ony nuture that, not quench it dear. Now off, you must never keep a man waiting, it gives them time to think, and that can be dangerous to them."

Leaning in quickly I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and he turned away.
Snatching up the rose I took the man's hand and let him lead me.

The door was half closed, as he turned and left me. I turned too, as if to follow. But he motioned me forward and winked, then left.

Knocking softly, so softly I did not think he could hear.

 

[ShyGuy68]

As time passed by he couldn’t help wondering if she were going to show up or not, by now 15 minutes had passed, so he was getting more and more nervous. Then suddenly there were a soft knock on the door, which almost made his heart skip a couple of beats. “Enter” he replied, and he more felt than heard the door open up. After that it lasted a bit before he heard her steps on the carpet, as she entered the room. She reluctantly walked into the room, closing the door behind her before she moved in front of him.

When she finally faced him, he did his best to hide his nervousness, as he let his eyes study all of her. He started with letting his eyes meet her for a brief moment, until she averted his glace. As he let his eyes study the rest of her, he found her very attractive, as he had earlier. So his eyes found her face again, and her eyes who had been studying him as well. She quickly averted her eyes again, and this time she blushed from being caught studying him. “You are truly a lovely woman. Now I suggest that you refill our glasses, and then you tell me what you thought about my personal ad, and ask any questions you may have.” She then turned towards the table, after having taken his glass from him, and pulled the bottle out of the wine cooler. He couldn’t help but wonder how she would react to being punished, if she spilled any of the champagne.

 

[Merelan]

My hands shook as I filled the glasses, then settled myself in the empty chair. my hand running up and down the arm, restless, needing release from the tension inside me.

"Your ad, well. Thomas shared it with me. He knows you I presume? Your ad." My voice trailing off. How to explain to him, his eyes so frank, meeting mine boldly. Honest and open, like the ad.

"I am looking, searching too. I need." And again I trail off. this is going so badly. Where is my skill with words? I who make a livign writing cannot even voice my thoughts. Takign a sip of wine I again try.

"I liked your ad. It showed you are honest, open and know what you want. I am tired of men pretending, faking their masterhood. Only to find they are weak and unskilled. I am so new to this world, this special world, that I need someone to help guide me. Someone who is honest and knows what they want. I fit your description, I cook, clean. As I worked as a housekeeper in college to a professor. Travel is easy for me as I am a writer, of minor things, but can take my work with me." Sippign again I noticed my hand still shook. Setting the glass down I missed the edge and tipped it, spillign a few drops down the edge. Wiping them with my finger and licking it off.
Then feelign his eyes again. So blue and beautiful. Why was he single? Here was a man of honor and dignity, of such warmth and personality. Did his honesty scare others off? Was he that demanding? Then I saw he was lookign at my finger and watchign me lick.

Blushinhg I ducked my head, wishing for those eyes t look away, for they would see everything.

 

[ShyGuy68]

“My dear Alana, you will discover that I do know what I like, but you will also find out that I’m also on a journey to explore this world even more than I have so far,” he replied to her, as he was watching her lick the spilled champagne from her finger. “You are right Thomas do know me well, and that’s why I suppose he showed you my personal ad, introduced us to each other. He is a very good judge of people, and has matched up quite a few couples in this club.”

He paused for a bit, still letting his eyes try to catch hers, but as she ducked her head, he didn’t have any luck with it, so he continued talking, “From what you’ve told me, I will be happy to accept you as my maid starting right this moment. And since you have already been careless enough to spill some of the expensive champagne, I think it’s time to show you what happens when you are clumsy. So I want you to take your dress off, and any underwear you might be wearing, before you place yourself over my knees with your sexy ass in the air.” After his little speech, he sat back, watched her, waiting for her reaction. He could see that her first reaction was a deep red blush to her face, but did he also see he nipples start to stand out through her dress?

 

[Merelan]

I sat up blushing, turning away from his gaze. Now? Here?
No. Was he just another man, wanting a quick fuck. Only wanting to please himself and leave.

Or was he serious? Did he mean it. I reached for the glass but my hand trembled so i stopped.
Meeting his eyes and squirming.

he meant it. He wanted me as his maid. Was this a test? To see if I coudl do it? Or was this a test to see if I liked him. He was attractie, and sweet. The chemistry was there.
Werll, might as well play a it. Even if it didn't work out, it would be fun.

I turned slowly and unzipped the dress, teasing him with glimpses as I let it fall from me. My back to him. Only the thin black of my thong showing. My ass bare. Bending and unlacing my sandals, knowing he can see, see my figure as it turns and twists. Will he like it?

Then standing before him, unsure. Suddenly shy and scared. Reachign out to him, hoping he understands. But instead he leans back and pats his lap.
It is for me to lay down, willingly taking my punishment for the spill. But it was only a little spill.

I swallowed hard and touched his lap, then knelt, nuzzlign his knees. Then slowly lay across him, settling down. My hands flat on the floor before me, holding me up. My body draped across this strnage man's lap.

 

[ShyGuy68]

She was even more beautiful undressed than he had imagined, and watching her strip for him turned him on. But for now that would have to wait, it was important for him to show her, that he was serious about this, and just didn’t want a one night stand. He had seen how her hand had trembled earlier, so he knew she was just as nervous as he was. So when she placed herself over his knees, he started to caress all of her body. Letting his hands run over her back, nuzzle her neck, running his fingers through her hair, teasing her thighs and her buttocks. After having restrained himself for a while, he couldn’t do it any longer, so he let his hand find one of her breasts, cup it and gently tease her nipples, which soon reacted to him, and hardened between his fingers. As he did this, he was telling her how beautiful she looked to him, how he liked her soft skin, and her long dark hair.

He stopped talked for a while, while his hands still caressed her body. When he started to talk again, it was in a strict voice, that he hadn’t used before “Well Alana, I had decided that you were only going to get ten spanks with my hand, for spilling the champagne, but since you disobeyed my orders, I’ve doubled the sentence.” He felt her push against the hand he had placed on her back, in protest for him having increased the punishment, but he put a bit more force into his hand, so she couldn’t move. “You see naughty girl, I told you to remove your underwear as well, but yet here you are, laying over my lap, with your panties on, so that’s why you are going to get more punishment. But before I start spanking you, I better remove this panties, because I want unhindered access to all of your body.” While he had said the last words, she had felt him move around a bit, and suddenly she felt cold steel against her waist, and she figured that he must have taken a pocketknife out, and were about to cut her panties off her.

 

[Merelan]

His hands were strong and warm, and welcome. he touched and stroked my skin. Shivering with pleasure. His gentleness surprised me, sort of.
He was not in a rush, he had done this before. Knew how to make it drag out. His fingers combed through my hair, letting it fall over my face. Then his hand squeezed at my breast, rolling the nipple. I arched my back and purred.
My hands clenching on the floor and relaxing at each new touch.
His voice though was stern.
I flinched at the meaning. Ten? But it was only a little spill, and I had forgotten the thong.
But i bit my tongue and stayed silent, somehow knowing a bratty girl was not needed right now.
The cold steel lay againt me, and again I flinched.
What was I doing? A strange man and here I was naked and over his lap. He could kill me now, and no one would know, except Thomas.
And maube he was in on it.

But somewhere inside I saw his eyes, and his soul. The loneliness was there too, liek in mine. He was harmless, well. In a way.

Again I arched my back, raising my ass higher, as if to taunt him.

 

[ShyGuy68]

As she arched her back again, presenting her fine ass to him, he lifted his right hand, and let if fall on her for the first time. She jumped a bit on his lap, but he held her down with his left hand.

After having administered the first 10 spanks, he stopped, letting his hand caress and squeeze her butt, which was starting to turn red by now. He let his right hand slide up the inside of her thighs, teasing them as it came closer and closer to her pussy. When his hand found its goal, he teasingly let a finger slide along the lips and across her clit, before he cupped her pussy in his hand. He had let his left hand find her breast again, so he could tease it at the same time. She started to moan from him teasing her, so quickly he moved his hand from her sex, and continued to administer her punishment, letting his hand fall harder and harder on her ass 10 more time.

“There you go Alana, now you have been punished, and your errors have been forgotten. But know that I will be observing you, and remember any errors you make. So when the times come to serve your penance, nothing will be forgotten. Some times the punishment will be something like spankings, or it’ll be to pleasure your master in any way he seems fit.”

 

[Merelan]

I whimpered as he spanked, though it wasn't hard. It warmed me though, inside and out. His hand was gentle, not harsh. Rubbing and teasing at me as he played.
Wasn't that ten? I had lost count.

His hand, oh god. He was teasing and playing. I knew how wet I was. The whole scene had me wild. But instead of playing more he spanked again. And this time it hurt, alot. My sore ass was spanked even harder now, or maybe it was just sensitive. Tears filled my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. But i bit my lip and would not cry out. Not wanting him to think I was a baby.

Why shold I care what he thought? But I did, aleady I was thinking of taking the job. In fact, I had.
by laying over his lap and submitting to him I had taken it.
I slid off his lap as he talked, kneeling at his feet, l;etting my hair hide my face. Trying to wipe the tears off without him knowing.
But his hand caught mine and lifted my face, makig me meet his eyes.

"Don't ever hide those tears. They are a gift from you to me. Like your submission, your very being. I will treasure it dearly. Those tears show me you submitted freely to me. Though I do think you enjoyed it mightily." Wiping his finger over my lips. My scent lingering on it. Again i blushed and tried to duck my head, and again he held it up.
"You are beautiful Alana, and I will treasure that. It hurt didn't it? A little? but you did not cry out. That is good and brave and wonderful. But you must always let me know if I truly hurt you, or do something you do not want. I cannot know till you tell me. Understand?"

I shook my head and breathed in deep, meeting his eyes on my own.

"Thank you, I shall try so hard to please you. I know, I feel ." Words would not come. Instead I laid my head on his knees, resting it there, nuzzling him.

"Thank you. I would like to try the job, if I might. Please."

 

[ShyGuy68]

It felt so good to have her at kneeling besides him, her head on his knees, and her hands nuzzling him. After having kept silent for a while, he pulled himself together, and spoke to her. “Yes you can have the position Alana. In fact, why don’t you come with me now, the evening is still young, and I would like to show you where I live, and also order your uniform as soon as possible.”

He felt her head nod against his knees, before she rose to dress again. He watched her pick up her thong, and blush when she realized that she would have to go without them, since he had cut them off her. Quickly but yes very erotic, she pulled the dress over her head, and put her sandals on. He escorted her out to the car, on the way they both caught Thomas’s eyes, and he smiled and nodded to them, happy that he were right about them fitting together.

Once in the car, they were quite for a while, but then they began to talk, and soon they had discovered that it was easy for them to talk together about everything. It didn’t take long before they had both shared the highlights of their lives with each other. During all this, his hand had found hers, she had let him take it, and held on to his tight.

When they arrived at his house, he gave her a quick tour of it, before they ended up in his computer room, where he sat down, and went to the site with the maid’s uniforms. Once she had told him what uniform she preferred, and what size she would require, he added it to his order. During this, she had blushed a bit, telling him that she required the use of the bathroom, and whisked off to it. As he waited for her to return, he browsed the site, and couldn’t resist adding a few more items to his order. He added a mesh corset, and some see through thongs and bras, that he were sure Alana would look great in.

 

[Merelan]

Standing int he bathroom, I could hardly believe it. It was a beautiful house. Furnished and decorated perfectly.
yet, there was somethign missing.

The homey touches. The lived in feeling. The happiness in the air.

Maybe, perhaps, I coudl bring that to it. Using the facilities, and washing. Finding a washcloth and wiping myself down quickly, for I was nervous and did not want to show it.
Rebrushing my hair and letting it fall free.

Was I really here? or was this a dream. Turning, lifting my skirt, I could see the pale pink of his handprints still.

This was not a dream. Wandering back out I found him at the computer, typing away. I did not know whether to lknknoc, or walk right in.

Well, now was as good time to start as any.

Tapping lightly I then waited.

 

[ShyGuy68]

While she was gone, and he had ordered the items for her, he opened his e-mail program, replying to a few e-mails. But he couldn’t really concentrate much on them, because his mind strayed to what would happen when she came back into his office, if she didn’t leave the house, because she had found out the position weren’t something for her anyway. It had been quite a turn on for him to spank her, and play with her sexy body, and he could still feel the arousal in his body.

There were a light tap on the door, so he focused on the screen, before he told her to enter. She walked up to him, and to his surprise she kneeled besides the chair, letting a hand rest on his knee. He smiled to himself, as he continued typing away a reply to an e-mail. A few minutes later he had finished the mail, so he swiveled the chair, spreading his thighs, so she ended up kneeling between them. He then put his hand under her chin, and lifted her face so she was looking up at him again. But he didn’t stop the motion there, but kept guiding her face up, so she had to get on her feet. Once she were standing up, he pulled her in close to him, lifted his face towards her, and she bent her neck, so they could kiss. Their tongues teased each other over and over again, while he let his hands caress her body on the outside of her dress, giving her ass an extra squeeze, just to make her remember the punishment he had administered to her earlier.

 

[Merelan]

His kisses were warm and tender, but his hands slid over me, squeezing at my ass. I winced. Pulling back.
Suddenly terribly shy and a bit frightened.Sure this was right, yet my brain was cautioning me.

 

[ShyGuy68]

As she pulled back, he let go a bit, but not more than he still had his arms around her. He looked at her, trying to send her a reassuring smile, but couldn’t help but wonder if his nervousness would show on his face as well.

 

[Merelan]

Blushign I ducked my head, feeling suddenly terribly shy and awkward.

'I am sorry But I feel, feel." The blush deepening and turning me hot. What a sight I must look.

 

[ShyGuy68]

He looked at her, smiling as she blushed, before he said: “Alana why don’t you go to the kitchen, pick out a bottle of wine or champagne from the fridge, and then meet me in the living room?” She looked at him for a few brief heartbeats, before she nodded, and walked off.

He quickly shut down his computer, before moving into the living room. Here he picked out the movie “Secretary” (http://www.imdb.com/Title?0274812), which he popped into the DVD player. He placed the cover to the movie on the table, before he cuddled up into one corner of the couch, hoping that she would return to him.

 

[Merelan]

I used the time in the kitchen to calm myself. For my hands shook and my legs felt weak.

But I balanced the tray with the wine and glasses and went back to him.
He seemed so sure and strong. I felt so weak and unsure. How could I tell him how confused i was? How nervous?
He held up his hand and I took it. Kissing it gently I met his eyes.

He knew. He knew and it did not matter. Pouring the wine my hands no longer shook. I settled on the couch, but not touching him. A bit still unsure.

 

[ShyGuy68]

Her lips against his hand had sent shivers down his spine, so soft and erotic was it to feel her lips on him. He watched her as she poured the wine, noticing that her hands were steady now, and not at all shaky as earlier.

She had placed herself in the couch, just close enough that they wouldn’t touch by accident, looked at him with an “are we going to watch that movie or what” look in her eyes. He smiled at her and starts the movie. The opening scene rolled over the screen, it’s a scene where a woman is walking around in an office with a collar around her neck, and a yoke attached to it. As they watch that, he pulls Alana close in to him, placing his arm around her shoulders, so he can caress her neck and her hair.

 

[Merelan]

I cuddle into his arms, feeling his steal around me, his fingers playing with a curl or so.
He smells nice, and we fit right. Is this going to work?
My god. I gasp as I see her. A yoke? She looks ridiculous. But as I watch she isn't. Awkward and struggling, but trying. And as she moves around, doing such ordinary things, yet bound up like that.
I swallow hard, my throat seems dry. I moan as his fingers play with the back of my neck, sending shivers across me, hardening my nipples.
Every movement has to be thought out, carefully planned.
And what if someone walks in? I can feel my blush, my face heating up. He is watching me, his eyes on me. Is he thinking of that? Making me work like that? I coudln't. Really. Though maybe, something.
Oh, as his fingers trace across my neck again, i bite my lip.


OOC thanks. that helps.

 

[ShyGuy68]

OOC: To see a few screencaps of the scene I’m writing about, go here: www.kennl.dk/secretary


IC:
It was interesting to see how she really paid attention to that scene in the movie, and it had of course crossed his mind, to have him try to serve him in the same way, but that would have to wait for another time.

By now he had a hard time controlling his hands, having her cuddled up close to him had quite the effect on. She smelled so good, a whiff or erotic scent mixed into the perfume she was wearing. So soon his hand moved away from playing with a soft curl of her hair, to caress her neck. Since she didn’t hesitate against his touches, he leaned forward, placed his lips on hers and kissed her. She almost started to pull back, but it felt like she forced herself not to, and instead answered his kiss with a teasing tongue. Happy that she was replying to him, he couldn’t help himself, but let his free hand find one of her breasts, and cupped it through her dress.

 

[Merelan]

I hesitated, unsure and shy. Then he kissed again and my lips parted of their own will. My body arched as his warm hand slid down and cupped my breast.
On the screen she headed back to his office, trying not to spill coffee.

I couldn't do that, could I? Then he squeezed and I was distracted.

 

[ShyGuy68]

After having kissed her and played with her breasts for a few minutes, his hand found its way down over her body, along her thighs, and then up under her dress. Soon his hand found her smooth pussy lips again, just to tease them and let a finger slide in between them.

He then pulled away from her kiss, just to kneel down in front of her, spread her legs lifting the dress up around her hips at the same time, exposing her pussy to him. He then placed his mouth against her pussy lips, just to tease them with the tip of his tongue, until he moved his mouth, placed it around her clit, just to suck it into his mouth and tease it with his tongue. At the same time he let two fingers slide into her pussy, finger fucking her, and feeling how wet she was. It didn’t take long before his fingers slid in and out of her effortlessly, and at that point he pulled them out of her, just to press them against her ass, and slowly penetrate it.