"Hey," he says mildly when we pass.
But you aren't allowed to speak. I walk through the door and turn to face you.
"Shut the door and take off your clothes."
You narrow your blue eyes at me.
"Is there something you would like to say?"
You pull your shirt over your head and then begin unbuttoning your jeans.
"No babe."
I grab your face and lean in close. My nails are cut short. I like to use my hands a lot in my work and don't believe in those fake long red claws.
"It's Miss or Mistress for now. Got it?"
Your pants fall to the floor and you nod.
"Pick that up and let's begin."
You lay your clothes next to the chair, as you sit. Listening as I instruct you. I am wearing my hair in long braided extensions. I have on a simple silk black shirt and boy short set. If I lean this way or that way. You get a glimpse of my buttery brown skin.
"You know me as your slut. Your little whore, bitch or pet. But you have never seen this side. You really don't believe I have it. I know."
I run my hand along your neck and up into your short hair. My fingers twine into the hair and I tug your head back. Making you look at me.
"I haven't given you much of a chance to experience...Miss. Have I. Really?"
I step between your legs. The hairs on your legs tickle my bare skin. That slight contact begins the slow charge that will ignite my lust. My thigh firmly pushes against your cock. I pull your head back more. Making you strain against the back of the chair. While your lower half pushes forward against my leg.
"By the end of this you will believe I own everything. Your cock, balls, ass, and mouth. Your heart I have."
Right then the urge to kiss you overwhelms me, but I must finish the instructions first. God, I love you.
"I won't bother calling you anything degrading. Just my fucking whore."
My stance is possessive I lean over you, kissing your mouth, hard. Your cock twitches against my leg.
"I see. You are my fucking whore. Aren't you. Dirty whore."
My lips suck your tongue into my mouth. You try and rub against me and I tap your cock with my thigh. A firm quick nudge. You grunt.
"None of that, little whore."
I grab rope from the bed and measure out two long lengths and several shorter ones. I fold the rope and snap it.
"To keep your place. I have a feeling you may forget it once I begin."
Taking time to carefully tie you to the chair. Cinching the knots securely but not too tight. I don't want your circulation cut off. I plan on having you tied for a while yet. The knots are simple. I have not mastered rope bondage, though I would love to.
"Yes, Miss.