This will be a little rude, but it will not include any really extreme acts. It will be gentle.

The scene: A bedroom, four scented lit candles, a four-poster bed, four silk scarves, liquid honey, chocolate sauce, ice cream, and oranges, halved.

The only light is from the candles. They fill the room with a warm, flickering glow and the faint scent of melting wax.

I have my submissive AnnA standing demurely in front of me, eyes down, hands clasped in front of her. She can feel my presence. It is strong, as I am tall, wide-shouldered, and so ... male.

I reach my hand out and cup her chin, lifting her head up to gaze into her eyes. As our eyes meet, a smile plays along my lips, and she blushes. A low chuckle escapes my chest.

“Relax, AnnA,” I say. “You are going to enjoy this ... I promise.’”

I touch AnnA’s hands, indicating she should let them drop. Slowly, looking into her eyes, I unbutton her blouse. Tugging the tails from her skirt, I peel it back from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

I lean forward and lightly kiss that spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I trail my hands down AnnA’s spine to the waistband of her skirt. Following the contours of the skirt around to the front, I let the backs of my hands rub gently across AnnA’s belly, then up towards her bra, stopping agonisingly short of her breasts.

I reach behind her and undo her skirt. Giving it a quick tug, it drops to the floor. I indicate she should step out of it.

Then touching AnnA’s shoulder, I turn her around, then stepping close, I wrap my arms around her. My left arm reaches over AnnA’s shoulder, across and between her breasts, holding her close to me. My right arm reaches around AnnA’s waist and across her belly.

My lips graze the nape of her neck, trailing kisses up and down her neck. My fingers trace her panty line, reaching deeper, deeper, but again stopping short ... I step back suddenly, leaving her wanting, wanting.

I take AnnA’s hand and lead her to the bed. Then, touching her hip, I indicate she should climb up. Before she is quite sure of what I am doing, I pounce. Pushing AnnA back, I quickly tied her hands to the posts. Before she can even raise a protest, her legs are also bound. Now she is utterly in my power and under my control.

Was that a shiver of anticipation or fear? Feeling AnnA shiver, I glance into her eyes and ... chuckle. Her fear amuses me, then, contrite, I kiss her lightly.

“Trust me,” I whisper, “It will not hurt ... well, not too much.”

And I laugh again.

Sitting on AnnA’s hips, I open and reach into the drawer beside the bed. As I straighten up, she sees the knife, the blade is long, and the light reflects brightly off it.

Fascinated and a little fearful, AnnA’s eyes follow the blade. I show it to her, moving it back and forward in front of her eyes.

Nervously AnnA’s tongue touches her lips. I can see the question in her eyes. I choose not to respond, then, with a practised flick of my wrists, I cut the straps to AnnA’s bra. Also cutting the material at the front, I let her breasts fall free.

Lightly I drag my nails across her nipples, and they spring hard almost instantly. I lower my head, my lips reach closer, closer ... and stop.

I look up at her and smile and get down from the bed. I grasp her panties and, with two quick slices, cut the sides of them. I rip them from her and gaze upon her nakedness. Shaved, I like that, as it allows for better access. I start to walk away, and she starts to mouth a protest. I turn back.

“Hush,” I say. “Or I will have to gag you.”

Shortly I am back. I have a bowl of warm water. The honey and chocolate sauce are in it. I show them to her, so she knows why I left the room and place them on the dresser beside the bed.

I take one of the halved oranges and hold it above her. I squeeze. AnnA can see the muscles rippling in my arm. The juice runs down into her open mouth, trickling out the corners of her lips. Then, squeezing harder, I trail the juice down AnnA’s neck and across her breasts. Letting some pool on her belly, I begin to lick the juice up.

Beginning at her tummy and following the trail back up towards AnnA’s breasts, I lick closer and closer. Her back arches trying to stretch her breasts toward me, hoping I will taste them, but again I stop ... just ... short.

I straddle AnnA’s hips, and sitting upright, I peel my shirt off. My chest is broad and hairy. Involuntarily, her tongue touches her lips. I reach up and stretch. Then, leaning forward, I take the liquid honey out of the bowl. Holding the bottle above her, I squeeze again. The honey is warm as it runs down and across AnnA’s body. I pay particular attention to her breasts.

Dropping the bottle, I start to massage the honey into her body. Starting low, I work up AnnA’s sides, across her tummy and up towards her breasts. My hands reach the undersides of AnnA’s breasts and follow the contours around. I cup her breasts and lift them up. Lowering my head, I gently draw one of her nipples into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue as it passes between my lips.