Imagine a bed. Four wrought iron posts towering above it, the shadows dancing on the stone walls in the flickering candle light. Ivory candles of all sizes light the room with their warm glow. In a corner there is an old wooden chest.
You are an observer only, watching my personal fantasy play out before your eyes.
The old wooden door opens and you see a women being led in by a man wearing black. She is wearing a long ivory colored dress, perfectly made with lace and silk to show off her ample figure. The skirt flows around her ankles on the floor and you can see her toes under the hem as she steps into the room. The neckline is open and reveals the tops of her creamy white breasts. Her eyes are covered with a black silk blindfold.
The gentleman leads her to the bed then when she sits, he shuts the door and throws the latch so that none may enter or leave until he allows it. He then turns back to her and bids her stand so that he can remove her dress. It slides easily over her shoulders and to the floor in a puddle of almost white silk. Now she is wearing only the blindfold. She is slightly chilled in the cool stone room and her nipples react to the cold air that is caressing her breasts. Looking closely you see a trickle of moisture between her thighs and know she has been anticipating this time for quite a while.
The man speaks. "Tonight you are mine. Mine to toy with. Mine to please or not please. You will obey my every command without question. Do you understand?" The woman's voice is tremulous, "I understand my Lord." Around her throat he slips a collar. It is delicately wrought with black lace and black pearls but it is a collar nonetheless. It is a sign of ownership.
Gently, he helps her to lie back on the bed and loops a silk rope about her right wrist. She tenses slightly and even the soft touch of this man cannot banish her unease. He walks around the bed to tie her other wrist. Her breath is coming faster and you can see her heartbeat fluttering in her throat above the collar.
He stands at the end of the bed, drinking in the site of the exquisite creature in front of him. His eyes trace the contours of her face and hair and slide down her throat to her heavy breasts. Her nipples are still erect from the chill air in the room, the areola wrinkled. His gaze wanders down over her ample belly and wide hips. Her full thighs tremble with desire though she tries to stay still. He knows her desires. They had spoken at length over drinks days ago. She had already had a couple of drinks before he found her sitting before the fire. She seemed a to be leagues away when he took the seat across from her. He knew her desire to be controlled, to be pushed beyond her limits, to explore the many possibilities of physical, mental and emotional lovemaking. He also knew her need for total acceptance, pure and true love. All that she knew of this night was that she was going to have her sexual dreams made into reality.
Now she lay on her back wondering if she had been too hasty in acquiescing to this encounter. The only reason that she didn't use the word that he had given her to stop everything was because she believed that the mere chance of having her fantasies fulfilled was worth the nervousness.
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