He walks over to the sofa and sits down. My eyes are downcast, I'm back in submissive mode, but I turn so that I continue to face him. Nothing but silence as I await his command.
"Take off the dress, Severine," he finally commands. "Slowly."
I stay where I am and lower the zipper on my right side. Once it's as far as it'll go I'm able to slide the shoulders down my arms, then the whole dress down my body, bending over as I let it pool on the floor. I do this as slowly and sensually as possible. The warmth that started in my nether regions as we went up the stairs is growing and I feel my cunt lips moisten.
Stepping out of the dress, I stand there, in eager anticipation of his next order.
"Walk over to the foot of the bed and face me." His voice is low and soothing but authoritative at the same time. He's on the couch, left ankle over right knee, right hand covering it. I can't see his face but his left hand is somewhere near it, perhaps with his index finger rubbing his lips, a frequent habit of his.
"Take off the gloves and leave them on the bed."
Imitating the film sirens from every 1940s movie I've seen, I tug on the fingers of my left hand glove, slowly draw it down my arm, and toss it in back of me with a flourish. After repeating the same motions with my right glove I wait for his next instruction.
"Slide your bra straps off your shoulders."
By now he doesn't have to tell me to do it slowly and I glide the straps down, one at a time.
"Hold the bra to your chest with one hand and unclasp it with the other."
He's obviously had this scene choreographed in his head. With minimal difficulty I unhook the bra as he wanted and let the sides drop, bringing my hand in front to join the other one, pressing the bra to my chest like a Victorian virgin.
"Drop the bra without uncovering your breasts."
I don't know what makes me do it but as I remove the bra per his instructions, I fling it at him. With catlike reflexes he catches it, midair, in one hand.
"Oh, Severine, you'll pay for your insolence, ma cherie." And perhaps that's the reason I did it, I think to myself, trying not to smile.
"Now keeping your breasts covered, take down your hair, lock by lock. You may come closer and hand me the pins."
I walk towards him, reaching up to my hair as I go so that I drop the first pin into his outstretched hand as soon as I'm in front of him. Pulling out the next pin, I place it in his hand, this time letting my fingertips lightly graze his palm. He says nothing but I feel a slight quiver as I move my hand away.
I continue undoing my hair, first with one hand, then the other, keeping my breasts covered at all times. Several times as I drop the pins in his hand I deliberately touch his palm, feeling the warmth, teasing him, trying to get a reaction out of him but he maintains his stoic demeanor.
Once my hair is completely down, he tells me, "Drape your hair over your front so your breasts are completely covered. Go sit on the bed and take off your stockings and garter belt, then put your stilettoes back on."
I turn around, draping my hair over my chest as I walk back to the bed, sit on it, and take my shoes off. Feeling like Anne Bancroft in that famous poster of The Graduate, I slowly unhook the stockings and peel them off; then, like the gloves earlier, I throw them in back of me on the bed. That done, I reach in back and unhook the garter belt, sending it the way of the stockings and gloves.
With my shoes back on and clad only in my panties, I'm perched on the edge of the bed wondering what's next.
"Heads up, Severine." I look up, curiosity piqued. Time for my cat-like reflexes as he throws something shiny at me. Grabbing it, I see that it's the diamond-studded nipple clamps he's used on me before.
"I want to you play with your nipples, Severine. Get them hard, very hard, then attach the clamps to them." Hmmm, I guess the scene for tonight is called Severine tortures herself. I'd best get started.
Arching my back so my tits jut out, I gently brush a few strands of hair away from my right nipple, just enough to uncover it, and take it between my thumb and first two fingers. Already hard, I twirl and pull on it until it's the consistency of granite. As I continue to tease my right nipple I start on the left one with the same technique.
Sweeping my hair all the way back, I wrap my hands around my tits, scissoring the nipples between my forefinger and middle finger, kneading and rubbing. While continuing with my left hand, I take the clamp with my right and pinch my right nipple with it, then attach it to the left one.
My panties feel like they're soaked and I'm starting to need some relief. The question is whether or not I'll get any tonight.
As if reading my mind, he says "Take off your panties, Severine." He didn't specify whether I should stand or sit to do this so I sort of do both, standing slightly to slide them down my ass, then sitting back down and sliding them down first one leg, then the other, keeping my legs spread. A flip over the shoulder and they join the stockings, gloves, and garter belt. Only the stilettoes are left and I suspect they'll stay where they are.
I'm sitting there, hands resting on the bed, legs apart, pussy glistening with moisture, chest out, displaying my clamped tits. He's really pitching a tent right now but he's barely moved a muscle through all this, save for the lip-rubbing.
"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," he orders as he stands up. I'm assuming he wants me to stay on the bed so I just roll over and position myself as ordered, my feet just hanging over the edge. I saw him start to take off his jacket. Once I'm facing the other way I hear him walk towards me.
I feel him standing behind me and for a while nothing happens but then he starts stroking my leg with the softest touch. Starting at my heel, his fingers glide up my calf, then my thigh, then my buttocks. After caressing my cheeks for a few seconds he smacks one, hard. With his other hand he does the same thing on my other leg, again ending with the caress and smack on my ass. He places his hands in between my thighs and pushes my legs apart. I get the idea and spread myself open for him.
He resumes stroking my ass and then subtly, so subtly it takes me a moment to register it, he starts inserting a butt plug. I relax and absorb it, concentrating on the sensation. When it's in all the way I relax a little bit more. "You may go down on your elbows, Severine," he intones. It helps me relax a little bit more and at the same time, my ass sticks up higher.
Suddenly, I feel little pinpricks on my lower leg. A Wartenberg wheel! Shit, I haven't felt one of those in ages! He runs it up my leg and then up my back, on the right side of my spine. Coming back down the other way, he ends at my left ankle. He repeats this several times, taking the same route but deviating by an inch or two to either side. By the time he stops my whole body is tingling from neck to toes in back.
He's not done. Inserting his fingers in my twat, he places his thumb on my button and presses, eliciting a jolt from me.
"Ssssssss, control yourself, Severine," he admonishes in a low voice.
"Sorry, Sir," I tell him, "I'm just so fucking ready."
"I know you are, and soon you'll get what you want." There's a leer in his voice and I feel a sense of trepidation. He continues to finger fuck me and I'm trying so hard to restrain myself.
I'm wondering what he has in mind when he withdraws his fingers and inserts something hard. Oh, fuck! It's a dildo. No, wait, it has a nub resting on my clit and it starts vibrating. Oh, shit, now I know what I'm in for.
I've been ready so the first one comes instantly, pun intended; the relief is blissful. The vibrations slow down and I now know he has a remote control. Gradually the intensity increases and another one comes. This one, too, is enjoyable. Between the butt plug, the dildo, and the nipple clamps, my whole body is on sensory overload, especially after the prep with the Wartenberg wheel.
After the fifth or sixth orgasm, though, I start to go deep into subspace. The relentless intense pleasure is starting to drain me and it doesn't seem like it'll stop soon. I have no idea what he's doing, he hasn't touched me since inserting the vibrator and all I can do is stay on my arms and knees and take it. I haven't had multiple orgasm torture in a while and my memories of it are somewhat lost right now. I can only concentrate on what's happening to my pussy and nothing else.
As if all this isn't enough, WHAP! My ass stings after being slapped with a paddle. WHAP! Slapped again on the other cheek. Unbelievably, each slap coincides with an orgasmic peak and I'm torn apart by pleasure and pain. I'm almost ready to cry and I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking out everything.
Finally, the vibration and paddling stop. I don't know if an hour has passed or ten minutes; I'm just panting with relief.
"Move up," he says and I scooch further onto the bed, my feet no longer dangling over the edge. I feel him get on it, too; he's kneeling between my legs. He gently removes the vibrator and tosses it to the side. I feel something hard at the entrance to my cunt and I suspect it's his dick. My suspicions are confirmed when he grabs my hips and slams into me. I'm pretty much spent and I'm hoping that this is the final act in this scene.
He's pounding the living shit out of me and I'm clawing at the mattress, trying to stabilize myself. At last I feel semen spurt out of me as he gets his release. I'm waiting to see if he has anything else in mind when he pulls out the butt plug as he withdraws. Oh, sweet reprieve. Now I just have to endure the pain when the nipple clamps are removed.
"You may relax, Severine." I roll over on my back immediately and spread my arms out. He moves to one side and starts massaging my right arm. After a minute or two he moves to my left and massages that arm. His hands are strong and they feel especially wonderful after all the time I spent resting on my arms.
"There's no other way to do this, Severine," he says, looking at me as he quickly unclips the nipple clamps. The pain is expected but since it looks like we're winding down here, it's tolerable.
He gets off the bed and walks over to the door. He must have put my robe there earlier in the day; he retrieves it and walks back to the bed. Putting his hand under my back, he lifts me into a sitting position and wraps the robe around me.
"Come on, let's get you to your room. You can clean up here in the morning."
With his help I manage to stand, somewhat shakily. We walk slowly out the door and down the hallway, where he unlocks the door to my room and turns on the light. He walks me over to my bed, then takes off my robe and throws it over to the chair. I flop onto the bed. After removing my shoes, he straightens me out and rolls me over. Taking the jar of arnica cream from the nightstand he rubs it all over my paddled ass. It feels so good.
After covering me with the sheet, he turns out the light, and leaves. My last thoughts as I drift off to sleep are that he changed from his tux into his jeans and that he must have had the wheel and the vibrator in his jacket pocket all night long. How strange.