Friday Night (Erotica) Part 1

Head spinning, and full of the arguments I spent the better part of the day making, I marched up the steps and slipped my key in the front door. I dump my briefcase by the door for someone else to deal with. There is a glass of wine waiting for me on the hall table as I put down my keys, but I expect no less. I pick up the glass and take a slow sip, closing my eyes to savour the taste of the red wine on the tip of my tongue.

The house is silent. I breathe out a sigh shaking off the stress of the day. I pluck my phone out of the depth of my bag and slowly climb the stairs, one at a time. I open the door to my room and inhale the light scent of the rose on the nightstand and the scent of jasmine drifting in through the open window. The scent is overwhelmingly feminine.

I select a playlist and leave my phone on the dressing table as some jazz crooner starts filling the silence singing about a lost love.

I step out of my heels leaving them in the middle of the floor. I shrug out of my jacket and leave it on the end of my bed. I pull on the tie holding my dress closed and I let the dress slide off my shoulders creating a black pool on the floor. My hands rub down my thighs catching on the top of my stockings and slowly rolling them off first the left then the right. It feels like shedding a layer of armour. The professional armour lays discarded on the floor.

I step towards the bathroom, glass of wine in hand. The bath tub stands like a stage in the middle of the room. I fill the tub with steaming water sprinkled with my favourite scent, a little floral, a little musky. I unhook my bra and slide my panties down and step into the tub.

Leaning back, I let the heat sink through my body, the tension melts away bit by bit. I take a sip of my wine and close my eyes. My mind quietens as I focus on the music, wine and warmth from the tub. I sink a little deeper and still, drifting in the calm warm water.

The water is still warm, my senses prickle and I know I’m not alone. I slowly open my eyes, not wanting to emerge from the calm. He’s there leaning against the door frame, arms folded. He’s watching me intently and a hint of amusement flickers across his face. ‘Bad day?’ He queries. ‘I’ve had better’ I respond and take another sip of the wine. ‘We’ve plans for this evening’. I scowl and raise an eyebrow but the expression on his face is enough for me to know not to sass him. ‘Yes Master’ is enough of an answer for him. He smiles then says ‘Your outfit is laid out. You’ll want the dark red lipstick’. He meets my gaze and I know any challenge will be futile, the eyeroll follows involuntarily. ‘‘I’ll wait for you downstairs’ he says and walks out.

With a sigh I pull the plug and stand up. I pick up the towel wrapping myself in it, its softness caresses my body. I take my time rubbing lotion into my skin, reinforcing the scent from the bath. My hands rub the lotion into my arms, legs, fingertips lingering on my breasts. I layer on my perfume knowing it drives him crazy. I slip into my robe, liquid black silk swirling around me.

I twist my hair up and pin it in place, leaving my neck exposed. I take my time with my make up playing up my eyes making it smokey and sultry. The final touch is the lipstick. A dark blue red reminiscent of the 1940s sirens. Who am I to disobey an order when it makes me feel like pure sin. I outline my lips carefully before gliding the colour over my lips first the top then the bottom. Blot. The reflection staring back at me grins wickedly.

Uncertain about what to expect or what he had in mind I step into the bedroom. The clothes from earlier are gone and laid out on the bed is a black gown and next to it are a pair of black heels strappy heels. There is no lingerie laid out and I know it’s deliberate.

I slip on the dress and feel the silk glide over my skin. I take a moment to savour the sensation of the fabric on my bare skin. The lightness of the fabric caresses on my nipples and slides down over my ass. I lift the shoe, fingering the delicate straps. I slip my foot into the heels and bend over to do up the buckles. My mind wanders to what I might have in store for me this evening. Master likes to surprise so I never quite know what to expect.

I walk down the stairs and he’s there waiting for me. My pulse quickens and I feel myself get wetter. His effect on me is still as strong as ever.

He glances up and says ‘I don’t like waiting’. ‘Well perfection doesn’t come quickly’. I feel his eyes wander from the tip of my toes up every inch of my body to my eyes. ‘You don’t appear to be wearing any underwear Mistress’. Meeting his gaze ‘and you appear to ask a question you already know the answer to my Master’. He chuckles muttering ‘I ought to spank you, but you’d just enjoy it’.

My gaze is fixed on his as he takes my hand. ‘You appear to be missing something’ he whispers as he plucks my evening collar from his jacket pocket. It is not overtly clear to the everyday onlooker but it’s his symbol of ownership. I submit only to him. The others submit to us both. He places it around my neck and does up the clasp whispering ‘good girl’ in my ear, he knows just how wet it makes me. He kisses my neck in that spot that makes me weak before striding to the door holding it open for me in anticipation.

We walk out into the night air. It’s warm and the breeze flutters the hem of my dress. He pulls me into the waiting car and I hear him give instructions to the driver giving it little attention.

His fingertips circle the inside of my thigh as we chat about the mundane. My mind never fully focused. I let it drift as the world goes by, anticipation building.

When we stop, I pull myself from the daze and I’m unfamiliar with the surroundings. An older home stands before me and there are elegantly dressed people milling around, glasses of champagne held between their fingers.

He opens the door for me and takes my hand as I alight. ‘What’s all this for?’ I ask. ‘For you’ he croons, the delivish tone unmistakable. I look at him and raise an eyebrow. He chuckles.

He leads me up the stairs and into the house. The crowd parting as he leads me through. A few faces are familiar but there are as many familiar ones as there are not.

I’m led into a room which would have been a ballroom at one point. There is a large round stage in the centre of the room with cushions. I can see the onlookers are at various stages of undress. There is a balcony on the second level and I can feel people watch me as I enter.

The closer to the stage we get and the conversations around the room die off. I notice an empty throne like chair level with the stage.

I’m led to the centre and with a wicked grin says ‘you appear to be overdressed Mistress best take that dress off you wouldn’t want to ruin it’. I scowl a little and slowly slide the zipper down before letting the dress pool on the floor, knowing if I take my time it will irritate him a little.

‘Kneel’ he says and I sink to my knees holding his gaze. ‘These people are here for you, you will pleasure them as they desire. You may only cum when I say’. ‘Yes Master’ my tone filled with amusement. My eyes wander around the room so many people. I notice our pets kneeling next to the throne, their arms tied behind their back, the boy and the girl. Unable to do anything but watch the show unfold before them.

My eyes focus back on the man, my Master, standing in front of me. His hard cock clearly outlined in the front of his trousers. ‘Take it out’ he says and I’m eager to please. I unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, releasing his cock. He holds the back of my head and thrusts into my mouth. The dark read of my lipstick leaving traces down his cock as fucks my face like a man marking his territory to the crowd assembled around us. I doubt anyone there watching would dispute it. He cums hard in my mouth, filling my mouth with his cum. I can feel my juices sliding down my thighs. I swallow it down.

He draws his cock out of my mouth and takes a step back. I remain there naked and kneeling before him.

I feel large hands around my waist and can feel someone press their body against my back. Their breath on the back of my neck. Their hands reach around and up, moving from my waist to my nipples down my stomach stroking my clit and always moving. I can feel something hard pressing against the opening of my pussy. My eyes slide up and meet my Masters gaze. Transfixed. I feel the tip of the cock pressing against my entrance. I move my body impaling myself on the waiting cock. The wicked half smile on my face is hard to hide.

The cock fills my pussy and I move my body in a slow rhythm, up and down. I feel the sensation and friction in my pussy and my juices are flowing. My mind quietens as I focus on my body. I feel a hand start stroking my left breast, another hand tweaks my right nipple. Focusing gets harder. My senses are on overload. My eyes remain fixed on my Master.