Military precision

The crisp percale bed sheet was pulled taught with military precision across the base of the bed. You could have bounced a coin off the surface. Vivien smiled in satisfaction. Everything was set. The candles were lit and the oil burners where smouldering away, giving off their scent of sandalwood and musk.

The five picture windows were open so the moonlight could peek its fingers into the room. The tops of the damp trees shimmered as the soft light kissed each leaf in turn. Hahn’s L’Heure Exquise was sending its dulcet tones throughout the house. Perfect, all she needed now was Sir James.

She heard his key turn in the lock. The heavy timber front door creaked open and closed with a clunk. Vivien could hear Sir James’ footfalls cross the stone floor to the hallstand where she heard the drop of his keys into the crystal bowl. His wallet and briefcase where slid onto the timber top. She heard the click of the briefcase open and a rustle of paper and some other ill-defined noise emanate up the stairs.

Then silence.

Her breath caught in her throat. For a moment, all she could hear was the whooshing sound of her blood in her ears. Then movement again. The slow and steady tread of a mans step up the wooden staircase. Thud, thud, thud, the sound came closer. The leather soles of his shoes tapped out a beat grander than any metronome could. Vivien closed her eyes and sighed, she loved him so.

He reached the gallery landing and turned down the hall. Vivien waited and listened. His approach was methodical and measured, just as he was. Controlled, yet with a passion that was raw and vibrant, primitive in its need to burst forth, yet contained by a will stronger than steel, a truly amazing man.

When he finally entered the suit, Vivien was sat on the bed surrounded by a selection of implements. Sir James stood still and watched her for a moment without expression, giving nothing away. He then moved over to the lounge and sat down, removed his shoes and looked across at her.

She recognised her signal. Relief washed over her as she sank back against the cushions, she would please him well. Her first choice was the silicone butt plug. It was purple and large, smooth and tapered to a point, but with a flange at the base that pressed deliciously against the outer walls of her ass. Vivien gathered up the tube of lubricant and proceeded to grease up the plug. Sir James watched silently. Vivien smoothed the lube down over the outside of the plug in a gentle movement that could have been described as a caress.

She was concentrating hard, yet still heard the almost imperceptible change in Sir James breathing. She smiled to herself and wondered briefly who indeed was master here. Him of course. He was commanding of presence and his demeanour demanded respect, feely given naturally.

Vivien placed the tip of the plug to her ass. Slowly, ever so slowly, she eased its fullness inside herself. She moaned softly as the flange slid home and the stock was left protruding. Sir James licked his lips.

She reached for the silver nipple clamps. The intricate design of the cloverleaf was intriguing, there were rubber pads to give some cushioning to the effect of the compression and there was a snap ring at the base where a thin chain was attached. If you pulled on the chain, the clamp tightened. Incredible. Vivien loved them.

Gently she teased her nipples out. They elongated and reddened as she tugged on them, the pulling sensation dragging silently on the lifeline through her body and attached to her clit. The fire in her belly was igniting as Sir James watched her do wicked things to herself for his enjoyment. The pleasure she gained from these activities was priceless.

When her nipples where satisfyingly hard, Vivien opened up a clamp. She pulled a nipple out with her fingers and cupped her breast. She placed the jaws of the clamp over the tip of her nipple and gently she released her hold. The clamp bit ruthlessly into her flesh and she flinched, but the sensation was so delightful. She did the same with the other clamp on the right nipple. Finally, she picked up the third clamp. It was smaller than the previous two. She admired it for a moment and then opened it and with her other hand, grasped the lips of her pussy and secured the clamp over her clit. As she panted with need, her eyes met those of Sir James and they locked in a blaze of lust and desire. He swallowed hard as he watched her, Vivien smiled and carried on.

She reached for the vibrator. It was long and thick and it rotated in the middle, so that if it was in the right position inside a woman it would massage the delicious spot just behind her pubis, eliciting the most intense of orgasms. Vivien lubed this up also. Slowly she peeled back her swollen lips and pressed the shaft home, letting out a heartfelt sigh. There was another attachment to the vibrator in the shape of a thin tongue. It would buzz and it was just the right shape to slide freely up and down between her lips, slickly teasing the base of her clit and smoothing over the hood without disturbing the clamp.

Vivien lay back against the cushions again and flicked the switches to turn her toys on. The slow hum of her implements was drowned out by the gentle effects of the music she had playing on the music system piped up from downstairs. Sir James watched with rapt attention, the bulge in his trousers clear evidence that he was aroused.

Vivien closed her eyes as the rotating vibrator in her pussy pressed up against the plug in her ass and moved forward against the muscular walls of her vagina. The sensation was close to that of needing to urinate at this point, but Vivien knew that it was a sign that she was getting ready to squirt her juices with great force.

Her breathing was rapid, short, and shallow. Her breasts were heaving as she built the tension up. With one hand, she controlled the vibrators. She juggled her fingers around and managed to locate the chains attached to the clit and nipple clamps. She began to tug gently.

The hot, electric sensations shot chaotically through her nerves and centred on her clit. Her body was on fire and every movement of pleasure and pain was being observed by the silent, but not unaffected Sir James, who watched from the comfort of the lounge chair.

By this stage, Vivien was moaning loudly. The flickering candlelight cast delicious shadows off the walls and glinted off the beads of perspiration on her skin. The canopy of the four-poster bed framed her to perfection as she lay splayed out in front of him, her legs wide and exposed. Her pussy was clearly visible to him, ripe and ready for his touch, or for what ever else he wished to do with her. She needed him to dominate her, to subject her to his will. She was his, and she craved for him to exert his authority.

Just as she thought she might pass out from the intense sensations, Sir James spoke for the first time. His rich baritone voice echoed across the room…

“Come for me, my lady…”

Those words were the trigger that sent Vivien over the edge. She bucked on the bed. Her juices flowed freely out of her and saturated her hands and thighs. The flush of pink suffusing her skin spread rapidly over her body. At the back of her mind, she heard Sir James groan and knew he was well pleased with her.

Vivien's breathing slowed as she slowly calmed. She smiled knowingly to herself, for she knew Sir James would now want to explore her body freely, to taste and touch and smell her. She would welcome him.

She returned his smile, as he rose and approached the bed…

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