arousal inside her panties. She wondered if it would be obvious to him, although she was sure it would.
“Stand with your legs slightly apart and your hands behin d your back again please; just as you were taught last time you were in my company.” His voice was quiet but with that huskiness that Natalie found just increased her arousal.
“Yes, Sir.” Her mouth felt a little dry as she adopted the position and waited. She found her knees shaking as the tension increased. Eventually, she heard him and it was obvious that he was back at the dining table. As she was trying to determine what the sound was, it dawned on her that it was the clicking of the locking mechanism of the handcuffs.
“Natalie, I want you to take your blouse and skirt off. Leave everything else for the time being , but I wish to see you in your— how did you put it last night— your finest lingerie?”
As she paused, trying to decide on the ramifications of either obeyin g or disobeying him, she heard the ratchet of the handcuffs clicking once again. Her hands came slowly around and started fumbling with the buttons on her blouse as she wondered where this was going to take her.
As Natalie worked on her blouse, she wondered what Mr. James, or Sir James as she now called him, was doing. She could hear the clicking of his handcuffs and it was a logical conclusion to draw that she would be wearing them before long, providing she continued to acquiesce to his requirements.
At that stage she was still not quite sure how she would deal with that decision. In some respects she felt it was going to be a point of no return , but before she reached that point, she had to deal with her current issue of stripping down to her underwear in front of him. She was exposing herself, yet not really exposing herself. He would see no more of her now than what he would see if she was lounging around a swimming pool, but this was different. This was intimate, this was sexual, and it involved power. Who is it that holds the power?
With trembling fingers , she undid the last of the buttons on her blouse and slowly opened the front, exposing her satin and lace clad breasts. As she moved her arms behind her to let it slide to the floor, her breasts strained against the material of her bra, and she was aware of her taut nipples pushing out clearly against the satin. She then worked on the waist band of her skirt, undoing the two buttons and sliding the zipper down. She then slowly let the skirt slide over the curve of her tight butt, easing it down her thighs and bending slightly before letting it fall down around her ankles.
Feeling quite self-conscious in her exposed state, she initially tried to protect her dignity by bring ing her knees together and turning slightly to one side, holding her hands over her crotch. Then realizing the futility of this exercise, she stood back up straight and put her hands back behind her back. She lifted her chin defiantly as if to say, Ok Sir, you have me as you wanted me. Now what are you going to do?
She could not hear him walking , but again she could hear the click of the metal cuffs and it was coming closer. She tried hard to hide her nervousness, but she was sure it would be obvious to him and he would be enjoying himself— reveling in this little power play. She wanted to think of him as a bastard, but she found herself unable to do it. She was doing nothing that she had not allowed herself to do. She was a strong and independent woman, but somehow she was under the spell of this mysterious man who, with seemingly little effort, was totally dominating her.
He was beside her , his warm breath on her neck and she picked up his faint musky scent. “Natalie, I can see that this predicament you have found yourself in both scares you and excites you at the same time. Are you scared?”
“Y… Yes… Sir ,” she whispered.
“Are you excited?”
“Ooohhh… Yes, Sir.”
“Natalie, you are going to feel the kiss of my cro
“Stand with your legs slightly apart and your hands behin d your back again please; just as you were taught last time you were in my company.” His voice was quiet but with that huskiness that Natalie found just increased her arousal.
“Yes, Sir.” Her mouth felt a little dry as she adopted the position and waited. She found her knees shaking as the tension increased. Eventually, she heard him and it was obvious that he was back at the dining table. As she was trying to determine what the sound was, it dawned on her that it was the clicking of the locking mechanism of the handcuffs.
“Natalie, I want you to take your blouse and skirt off. Leave everything else for the time being , but I wish to see you in your— how did you put it last night— your finest lingerie?”
As she paused, trying to decide on the ramifications of either obeyin g or disobeying him, she heard the ratchet of the handcuffs clicking once again. Her hands came slowly around and started fumbling with the buttons on her blouse as she wondered where this was going to take her.
As Natalie worked on her blouse, she wondered what Mr. James, or Sir James as she now called him, was doing. She could hear the clicking of his handcuffs and it was a logical conclusion to draw that she would be wearing them before long, providing she continued to acquiesce to his requirements.
At that stage she was still not quite sure how she would deal with that decision. In some respects she felt it was going to be a point of no return , but before she reached that point, she had to deal with her current issue of stripping down to her underwear in front of him. She was exposing herself, yet not really exposing herself. He would see no more of her now than what he would see if she was lounging around a swimming pool, but this was different. This was intimate, this was sexual, and it involved power. Who is it that holds the power?
With trembling fingers , she undid the last of the buttons on her blouse and slowly opened the front, exposing her satin and lace clad breasts. As she moved her arms behind her to let it slide to the floor, her breasts strained against the material of her bra, and she was aware of her taut nipples pushing out clearly against the satin. She then worked on the waist band of her skirt, undoing the two buttons and sliding the zipper down. She then slowly let the skirt slide over the curve of her tight butt, easing it down her thighs and bending slightly before letting it fall down around her ankles.
Feeling quite self-conscious in her exposed state, she initially tried to protect her dignity by bring ing her knees together and turning slightly to one side, holding her hands over her crotch. Then realizing the futility of this exercise, she stood back up straight and put her hands back behind her back. She lifted her chin defiantly as if to say, Ok Sir, you have me as you wanted me. Now what are you going to do?
She could not hear him walking , but again she could hear the click of the metal cuffs and it was coming closer. She tried hard to hide her nervousness, but she was sure it would be obvious to him and he would be enjoying himself— reveling in this little power play. She wanted to think of him as a bastard, but she found herself unable to do it. She was doing nothing that she had not allowed herself to do. She was a strong and independent woman, but somehow she was under the spell of this mysterious man who, with seemingly little effort, was totally dominating her.
He was beside her , his warm breath on her neck and she picked up his faint musky scent. “Natalie, I can see that this predicament you have found yourself in both scares you and excites you at the same time. Are you scared?”
“Y… Yes… Sir ,” she whispered.
“Are you excited?”
“Ooohhh… Yes, Sir.”
“Natalie, you are going to feel the kiss of my cro
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