A shiver ran down Sophie’s spine as she watched Gregory sit down in his arm-chair. She reminisced for a moment about how they’d met: the firm, disciplinary spanking he’d given her on their very first meeting.
Oh, how things had changed since then. Reluctantly she’d submitted herself to his authority; her secret, confused arousal had been the only reason that she’d consent to such acts in the first place. She’d denied it at first, that she could feel such desire for being disciplined, that she could derive such arousal from the pain and embarrassment. Yet she kept coming back, kept meeting Gregory and submitting to him.
When she did admit to herself how much she enjoyed her relationship with this dominant man, when she embraced her role of his submissive, it got even better. It no longer revolved around discipline alone, but intimacy, reward and sex. She submitted not just to his authority, but to his desires as well.
That was what today was about, why Gregory was sitting so patiently in that chair, waiting for what she had prepared for him.
Three decorative pillows were placed on the floor in front of her, one for each of the presents she had promised him. On the first, Sophie placed a small box, its lid decorated with a ribbon. She opened it, putting the lid inside. Gregory perked up, trying to see inside from a distance. On the second pillow, Sophie placed a long package, heavy and wrapped in paper. The third remained empty for now.
Licking her lips, Sophie continued. She reached up and pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Slowly she pulled it down, over her chest, down to her hips, with a firm tug she pushed it past her bottom and let it fall to the floor.
She stood still for a moment, letting Gregory take in the view: the black lace bra, the matching panties, the garter belt that held up her stockings. Her sexiest set of lingerie, chosen just for this day, even though it would only be worn for a moment.
Sophie picked up the dress, folding it carefully and placing it on a low table to the side. This wasn’t the moment to be hurried or messy.
Then she continued. Carefully she bent over, unbuckling the straps of her shoes before stepping out and placing them underneath the same table; then the garter belt, unpinching the straps before pulling it off. One after the other she placed her foot on the low table to pull down her stockings, baring her legs. Her bra was next and the panties last, until she was completely naked. All items of course neatly placed on the table beside her.
Now completely nude and exposed, Sophie stepped up to the third pillow and knelt down on it, presenting her last gift.
Then Gregory stood, stepping closer to see what she’d brought him. He looked at the small box first, inside he found a simple leather collar with a single metal ring at the front. Sophie had chosen the simple, classic design over the many more elaborate ones she’d found. Gregory picked the item out of its box and moved to stand behind the kneeling woman, where he placed the collar around her neck.
He then moved toward the second pillow and unwrapped his second present. He held up a large, wooden paddle, made out of fine wood. Edged along the very top was a name: Sophie. So there would be no mistake who this implement was meant for.
Gregory then stepped in front of the kneeling Sophie, one hand grasping the paddle, the other reaching out for his last present…
Anna moaned deeply as the scene was read to her. Completely naked she lay on Eric’s bed, one hand loosely tied to the head-board, the other firmly tucked between her thighs.
Her body was trembling, sweat shined on her naked skin. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted as she moaned and squirmed. She was on the edge of her climax while Eric just calmly looked down on her. He’d been reading the last chapter of her book while she lay on the bed, pleasuring herself.
A smug smile curled his lips as he looked at her, slowing down his reading while he watched the uncontrollable spasms in her body as the orgasm took over.
“Did you get that last part?” He asked. “Or should I start over?”
Anna blushed. “I understood.” She replied.
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