(2) "I want you to go home and pack essentials, and your bes..

(2) "I want you to go home and pack essentials, and your best outfits. You will stay here this weekend. Be here tomorrow at 4 pm." He took my hand and led me to the front door. "Don't wear anything except your coat and a pair of heels when you arrive." "Yes,,, master. I look forward to it." He held up my coat for me to put on, then opened the front door. "You have been a good slave so far. I envision many things for us." I left and hurried home, anxious to get ready for tomorrow evening. Liana packed a bag of essentials, then a bag of her sexiest dresses, lingerie, and a couple of of of pairs of shoes. She made sure her wavy/curly hair was neat and soft before slipping out of all her clothes. The only thing she wore under the long coat was a sleek pair of red velvet high heels. Black bottoms and rounded toes made them daring and sexy. Those heels, and the feeling of her bare skin being caressed by the long overcoat, made her feel like a naughty vixen. When she got to her master's house, a good-sized modern home at the top of a hill neighborhood with a great view, she parked and double-checked herself in the mirror before getting out and walking up the front stairs. The whiteboard sign said, "A good slave knocks first," so Liana set her bag down, knocked, and waited patiently. After a few minutes,,, she saw her master approach the door through its glass panel. He was wearing a crisp white t-shirt and well-fitted jeans, sporting bare feet. His beard and mustache were trimmed neatly, but his hair was tousled and sexy. "I hope that coat is covering bare skin." He said after opening the door, but not letting her in. "Just to be sure I want you to open your coat to me." He smirked as he saw her hesitate, but then she complied. Her hands slowly undid the belt, then the buttons from top to bottom, before pulling the coat open to her sides. That way anyone in the right field of view could catch a glimpse of her naked side profile. Her bare body was warm to the touch as he brought his hand to her hip, then slowly trailed his fingers up her front between her breasts to her clavicle before letting go. "Come inside, hang up your coat and bag, and then close the door." He walked inside before she could respond, so she did as he commanded. Once the door was closed she turned towards the interior. "I want you to pose for me, here on the kitchen island." He held a camera as he directed her. "Bend over the island, one arm straight under your head, the other cupping a breast. Face me and keep your legs straight. I want that ass up and perky." Liana got herself into position and had a coy, doe-eyed look for the camera. After a few shutters,,, she changed to a devilish, seductive grin. "That's exactly the face I want to see. No coy innocent shit. I want an experienced vixen." He flashes a grin as devilish as hers before walking down the hallway away from the living and kitchen. He made it halfway down before he said, "follow me, slowly." Liana raised herself from the island and walked with purposeful steps down the hallway. As he took pictures, she had the idea to take her fingers over her body. Leisurely she traced her curves, dipped into her shadow, pinched at her nipples, and traced her lips. Before she knew it they stopped before a set of double doors, and her master had a defined bulge in his jeans. Liana smiled. "That was marvelously wicked, slave. Now open the doors and walk into the bedroom." She walked forward and opened the doors at the same time, making sure she bent forward to do so. This made a great shadowed photo as the light poured in from the bedroom to the dark hallway. They entered the large bedroom and her master closed the doors. Liana gazed at the massive four-poster king bed, then noticed the long ties secured to each corner, and one on the ceiling. There was also a rather large armchair against the opposite wall, and what appeared to be a pile of sex toys on a shelf in the far corner. Suddenly his hands were roaming her front, his body pressed against her from behind. His fingers slipped in between her folds, his other hand on her breast just lightly teasing her nipple, and his mouth was on her neck. "Tonight, you are all mine." "Ooh, mmhhh" Liana moaned quietly. Her master spun her around and pulled her body close to his again. Hands-on her ass and his mouth trailing down her neck he picked her up. She straddled his hips and moaned into his ear. He walked her to the bed and threw her down, then climbed on top and sucked wildly on her nipples, pulling and biting. She went to put her hands on his back but he pulled away. "Lay there, close your eyes, and don't touch yourself." She squirmed, wanting desperately for him to rub her clit or play with her nipples. She could hear his footsteps around the room before she felt the light hit of a fl ogger on her breasts. The painful pleasure made her moan and reach her hands towards her nipples. Then the flog ger made a sharper bite on her crotch, as her master said, "Don't touch yourself. If you forget again then I might just not fuck you tonight." He slowly trailed the flogg er from her thighs up her center, making sure to just whisper it above her nipples before trailing it back down. "I know my naughty slave wants to orgasm tonight. If you are a particularly good girl then you may even have multiple orgasms before I am done with you." She moaned and wiggled her hips as he said that, and because he was slipping the flo gger over her crotch. Then the touch was gone, and she lay there waiting. All of a sudden, his tongue was on her nipples, just lightly teasing her before traveling down to lick her clit. It was the softest of teases, and it did just enough to make her want it so much harder. Then he stopped and walked away. "Open your eyes and sit up." Liana quickly sat up and looked around. She saw her master completely naked sitting on the large armchair, and he beckoned to her. "Crawl that horny body over here and please your master. I want to cum all over your beautiful tits." "Mmhmm" she purred, and then crawled her way over to her master, making sure to sway her hips and swing her breasts gently. When she reached his lap, she slowly licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, keeping eye contact. Then she quickly brought his entire member inside her mouth and sucked it tight. Keeping her mouth tight around him, she teasingly went up and down. As she came up to his tip, she brought her breast up to straddle the base of his cock as she continued sucking on him. Sometimes she would speed up and work her head in different directions. Other times she would squeeze her breasts with her hands, increasing the pressure on his base. He eventually put his fingers through her hair and was moaning loudly. "Yes slave, what a marvelous cock sucker you are. Fuck, I'm coming." He moaned even louder and she pulled him out of her mouth to milk him over her tits. Near the end, she rubbed the head of his pulsating penis into each of her nipples. "My, my, trying hard to please your master I see." He smiled down at her and rubbed into her nipples more with his dick. "Mmhmm, I aim to please the master." "Now wipe off your tits," he hands her a wet washcloth, "then lick everywhere my cum hit to make certain I have a clean whore ready to get dirty again." She did as he commanded, wiping her big cum covered tits clean with the wet cloth, giving extra attention to her nipples. Then she held up each tit to her mouth and sucked herself clean. She glanced up to see her master's cock growing hard again. The cool air mixed with the wetness of the cloth, made her nipples incredibly hard. "Can I make you cum again tonight master?" She asked, one hand on a nipple, the other traveling down to her trim bush. He stopped her hand with a w hip of the f log, which she hadn't even seen laying on the end table next to his chair. "You don't get to touch your wetness yet." The flog ger traveled up her body, giving her goosebumps. "You will make me cum again, and next time you will stay dirty. But for now, I want to use my plaything." He stood her up and led her to the edge of the four-poster bed. She stood facing him, her back to the bed, as he brought each of her arms up and tied them to the posts. Then he grabbed a blindfold and put it over her eyes. He whispered to her, "this is going to be fun," and immediately went for her neck with his mouth and her nipples with his expert fingers.