Embrace Me, Surround Me – Part One

It was an early Friday morning when she was awoken; she looked with intent, though her eyes were shut fast, the last day of the week, a sense of apathy for the weekday in the weekend’s proximity. In all a matter of seconds, she thought sure that the alarm clock had not awoke her from her slumbering state. She was sure she did not turn the alarm off; she lay there slowly, gracefully stirring, as she began to hear breathing drifting past her ears, then with immediate panic and relief at the very same time, she flashed her docile eyes open, fluttering her eyelids as she did, and raised a small sweet and delightful smile.

He looked down on her, smiling, no anger, just sweet smiling as she lay there with her docile eyes looking up at him, just exuding devotion and passion in her stare. Raising his hand, he ran his finger over her delicate lips, slowly caressing and wiping the very few remnants of her lipstick that had not been removed the previous night. He stroked along her bottom lip and up and around to her upper lip, and closed in her face and kissed her, biting her lower lip gently as he drew away. There was intent in his eyes, she could see it, and she knew this meant that today, much like most days; he was reminding her very sweetly that they were one and the same, she was his. This was of great comfort to her, though assertive in her office job, to get things done, she was passive and needed that intimate care, love and protection that she found only he could afford her. She was utterly dependent on him, and submitted to him in the utmost giving everything in the name of her love and passion.

“It’s six o’ clock”, he said as he crooked his neck looking at her nubile, delicate and pale skin, her small, but perfect breasts as they too, looked at him with intent.
“It is? What do you want Sir?” she faintly spoke, almost whispering, but just in a soft, sleep hazed tone.
“The usual, sweetness” he answered, looking at her, and reminding her as she so liked, of his possession of her. She smiled a bit broader, as if to wrap her lips around him to hug him close.
“I thought that I could get you ready for work this morning for a change, you know, make this a special day at work for you” he said tailing off seeing the truthful glint of acceptance in her eyes.
“I would love that” she said, only to be suddenly swept off the pure virginal white bed sheets into his protecting grasp in his arms.
“I have already prepared the bath” he continued as he carried his girl from the bedroom and down towards the bathroom with a restored cast iron bath tub.
“Wild berries!” she chirped, taking in the scent of the soap suds and the flickering scented candles. She loved the smell, so sweet, so feminine and sensationally awakening. Swooping her gaze from the candles and the bathroom’s scent, she rolled her eyes up to his as he smiled back at her with her approval. Lowering gently, he placed her in the bath tub and as he did so he lowered his lips to hers as she yearned to kiss him, he knew the look she gave. It was almost as if she was arching her pelvis to his, but straining this time with her lips.

Her docile state remained as he took a sponge from the corner of the room, and drowned it in the bath and brought it back to the surface covered in soap suds and bubbles. He kneeled behind her and cleansed her skin, from her forehead, down her neck, slowly moving down to her breasts as she sat subdued in the bath and felt wonderful at his gentle and well honed movements.

“Stand” he commanded as he squeezed the sponge and placed it back in its dish. She followed his command and stood, and he rose to his feet with a soft cream coloured towel and draped it around her shoulders. Pulling the plug from its resting place, he took her into his arms again, as if to sweep her from her feet akin to the perfect wedding day image, he carried her back to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed.

She wondered if she should say anything, to show her appreciation for him.
“Thank you Sir” she uttered still with a soft tone, “It should be me on my knees for you” she smiled.
“I know, but I wanted to reward my girl, and show her just how much I love her for her devotion to her love and passion”.
She wanted to gurgle and coo like a small baby girl with utmost happiness but she found she could not utter anything from her mouth; though she did tense her pelvic floor muscles as she felt a twitching of her vagina, as he uttered his sweet symphony of love to her. She could not help but wonder as she lay there with him running the towel over her to dry her, what he had in store for her. She just somehow knew it was not sex, well not at least for now, nor was his cock in need of attention she thought; he seemed to have some other plan. The mystique of it all, the unknown excited her, as he always managed to. Whether it was like now as he rubbed her nipples dry with deftly motion, or when she sat at work having lunch, she always felt he was with her, and this excited her greatly.

He carried on drying her skin with intricate care, looking at her staring up at the ceiling, the look shining from her was one he knew, he knew that look meant inside of her, she adored every moment of his touch, his intimacy. She was too full of love, and every single drop of it was for him. He finished with the towel and laid it beside himself. He then went over to her dresser, as she watched him, following his every move with obedience as he slid the draws open, pulling out a few items.

“I will dress you” he said, look over at her with the corner of his eyes, seeing her look at him intently, excitedly.
“Oh sir!” she murmured with the words slipping out through her lips in anticipation.
“I will let you choose, sweetness, but some of the things I do want you to wear” he continued, as he pulled the last few undergarments from her bottom draw.

He placed a white corset beside her body, with her feminine glow as she slowly sat up, a white garter belt with a pink rose detail on the front, a pair of satin white panties, and seemed black stockings. They did not match, but this was just for her work outfit, she looked at the items and smiled at his choice.

“Well it’s different from what I usually wear!” she smiled.
“But, you will wear it, for me?” he posed, perhaps not really a question at all, it was a statement, another test of obedience even if he did not realise it.
“Of course I will” she smiled kissing his lips “I would do anything for my master, my love”. She caressed the satin and lace undergarments, almost with anticipation, she felt almost as if she was on a plateau of sexual desire, his delicate caress with the towel, he sweet smell of wild berries emanating from her body. He turned around and opened the wardrobe looking for suitable items, and as he did, there was a spark of the bad girl in her. She quickly placed her hand over her warm vagina, and sighed with relief, wishing to take it further, but knowing without his consent, she was not to, she was his. She dragged her stray hand away, slowly, slightly licking her lips, thinking that if she got through the day, she was going to be drowned in her own desire, in more ways than one.

He took from the wardrobe two outfits he personally liked, one a black suit, much as you may expect for any black suit, but with a gorgeous skirt she had to have with it, it was fluted at the bottom, and had a biased cut. He loved it when he saw it on her, something about her dress made a firm statement of her femininity and an essence of vulnerability in her that he was so drawn to; he felt it was his duty to protect her. He also placed a grey skirt suit, similar, a fluted skirt but this time it had a black bow detail at the waist. Her small weakness for cute things evident as ever!

“I’ll let you choose, don’t put anything on as I’ll make coffee for us.” Which is an odd thing to say, where she had choice, he also took away choice, perhaps paradoxica
l, but then her whole life perhaps was a paradox to some, but it needed
no acceptance, she just embraced.

She lay there in wait, this could have been her moment to sneakily relieve herself, but she did not want to ruin all this, this was for him, as always, and to take herself now would be to squash his discipline and desire without thought, and that was hurtful. In fact so much did she see this as hurtful to him, it repulsed her, and she kept her hands from her thighs, and stroked the garments as she waited. She also pulled out a satin cream blouse from the wardrobe hoping her would agree to her wearing that, after all, she did need something under her jacket, not he had planned her to be bare underneath, he probably just overlooked the matter she thought.

Then, eventually there was the slight sound of footsteps up the wooden stairs, along the landing and into the bedroom. He carried the tray with two cups of steaming coffee, and a bowl of cereal, somewhat juxtaposed with the chic of the coffee cups.

He took her coffee to her mouth, made perfect for her, and took it to her lips; she sipped and rolled her eyes up to his, again an intensely passionate stare, and all this while she did not look at the clock at all. Her obligation was not to work, it was to him.
“I’m good to you aren’t I” he smiled as he took the coffee away.
“Too good for me Sir” she purred, as if subconsciously she was still luring him to satisfy himself in her.
“I do not wish you to loosen this” he said picking up the corset, “and I do not want you to take any under garments off until you are told to do so, or I do so for you” he instructed, sating her desire for his dominance.
“I wouldn’t wish to take it off anyway, I want to because you want me to”.
“That’s my good little girl” he said, knowing how much she loved being made to feel ever so delicate and vulnerable by the word ‘little’, innocent words to deafened ears, erotic and subliminal to hers when said as a gift from him.

He took the corset, she stood and he and wrapped it around her body, and began to lace it up, with some dexterity as he did so, tugging on the strings, pulling her waist in, to exude her feminine curves even more, to exemplify her buxom behind. He tied it in a tight, double shoe lace style not and let the cold string dangle touching her buttocks sending a slight chill up her spine. He admired her figure with a flash of his eyes, she knew perhaps this was her power over him, not she wanted power over him, but it clearly had an effect. He then took her white panties and she lifted one leg at a time as he dragged the satin garment up her leg, caressing gently as he did so, her breathing becoming noticeably heavier. He pulled them over her hips, covering her navel where it met the bottom of the corset. She felt the soft satin, cool to its touch for the time, and shifted her thighs in slight delight at the sensuous material. He steadied her with his hands on her hips and she swallowed and steadied her desire again.

“Don’t you start” he said sternly.
“I won’t, not until you want me to” she said softly, seeing him smile with her obedience, this afforded her some relief; she did not want to upset his mood.

He then took the garter belt and placed it over the waist of the panties, deliberately so she would have to keep them on, not that he did not trust her while she was away from him, because he knew he could, most of the time, because he knew he would enjoy the thought of her writhing slightly in the day at work, and come the evening, seeing her undressed again with just her undergarments on the floor downstairs by the open fire, he lingered in his dream, and soon snapped out of it when he felt a small finger rub the palm of his hand, he abruptly jumped out of his absorbed state and clipped the garter belt together at the back.

He then took two small pieces of pink ribbon from his pocket in his shirt, she wondered what they were for, but dare not ask when she saw he smile as he began to tie one piece to her garter on the right hand side into a little bow, and likewise to the left hand side. She smiled at his very cute and delicate gesture; she touched each with her hands and smiled back at him, slightly moving forward so her navel was closer to his mouth, his warming breath.

Going back to the draw, he placed the seemed black stockings back, and took out perhaps a more suitable flesh coloured pair, that were still seemed, they had a gloss to them he liked when he saw her legs flash at his lust filled eyes.

“These will be better” he said as she sat back down and he gracefully began to roll the stockings up her left leg, past her knee and up, she stared ahead biting her bottom lip where he had, with a feeling of being bound by rope and cuffed by him, except he was not doing that right now. He then took the other stocking and did likewise and she continued to stare ahead, mesmerised just as he was moments earlier. He then took the garter belt’s clips and clipped the front two to the stockings, and then she stood without him needing to ask, and he tugged on the back two, one by one and pulling the straps down to the back of the stockings, and clipped them in place too. She smiled looking at his handiwork, such delicacy from the toughened manly hands that had dressed her thus far.

“Thank you master” she said voicing her appreciation as she swished gracefully in the corset binding her, the satin rubbing though getting clammy, and her nylon clad legs brushing past each other as she fetched his coffee.
“Thank you sweet girl” he murmured as he sipped the black coffee, then placing it down, again crooking his neck looking in awe of her, he placed his hands on her hips again and pushed down, commanding her to sit. She did so gracefully and giggled at the pleasure of it all, looking around her gracefully and swishing her hair daintily. Taking the coffee he made her in his hands again, nudging it on her lips, she sipped away, until the delicate china cup was empty, and sat quietly as he took the cup to the tray and brought back with him a perfume he had bought her for her last birthday. It was a very sweet honeysuckle floral essence. Pushing her legs apart he lowered his head down and kissed her panties, she quivered at his touch and breathed in deeply controlling herself, he lifted himself up and pushed down on the perfume dispenser and released the scent over her body, settling a dewy cloud of sweet floral rain upon her skin.

“Have you chosen what you want to wear yet?” he said looking at his choices.
“Yes, I have, but surely I need something to wear under my jacket Sir?” she said, without an essence of joking in her tone at all, she did not want to hurt him, he was far to precious, she then turned just to point him to the blouse with her eyes.
“Oh, of course, I forgot, as much as I love your body, it’s for me only” he said lifting his head and rolling his eyes towards the side peering at her, sitting innocently. He picked up the blouse and smiled in agreement of her choice, and got up again to tend to the tray, and brought over the bowl of cereal.

“First you eat though” he said lifting a spoon of the sweet cereal to her mouth drenched in milk. She opened her mouth as he spoon fed her, she enjoyed every moment of it, and all the while it made her even more desperate for him, but she remained composed on the outside, and to his eyes, she crossed her legs only for him to abruptly state “You do not cross your legs for me, keep them open”.
“Sorry Sir, I did not think” she said lowering her head and her gaze to the floor.
“Do not worry my girl, I know you did not mean it” he said smiling at her lifting her chin with his hand. She smiled back and shuffled closer to him, she just had to be close, the distance even though a couple of inches was killing her, she wanted to be closer, she wanted to be held by him.

He carried on feeding his girl, and she obliged to his kindness, and chewed on every mouthful delicately, moving her lips closer and closer to him all the while. But he
ignored for now, until he finished feeding her. He placed the bowl down b
eside the bed on the sumptuously soft carpet. He then acknowledged her moves and pushed her back on to the bed, and laid her down. It was now nine o’ clock, her clocking in time for work, but she did not even notice, and if she did, she did not care at all. He moved towards her strewn body and lowered his trousers, just showing his erect penis to her, and laid on top of her, pushing down on her pelvis. She dare not say a thing to him, but the feeling of him on top of her, pushing down, shielding her, reminding her of his dominance was too much for her, but she managed just about to keep her pleasure sealed behind her lips. His penis just lay over the top of her vagina with his testicles pushed up beneath, keeping her warm, she could smell through the floral haze his pre-cum, he raised his head, and kissed her lips hard, again biting her lip, harder this time, she squeaked in delight as he lifted his body and zipped up his trousers again. She looked at the patch on her panties where his penis had laid and lowered a lone finger down to mop up his pre-cum and returned the finger to her mouth and sucked on it hard, licking languidly. She took the finger from her mouth and placed her hand by her side again and sweetly smiled in adoration.

“You are a well trained little girly aren’t you” he said pushing his face up close again with her breath hitting his face.
“I have a good Master” she quipped enjoying his presence.
He placed his hands back on to her hips, pulling upwards to command her to stand. She did so, and he slipped the satin blouse over her back and asked her to put her arms into the sleeves, he kneeled again, staring straight at her navel, as he buttoned up the blouse, thinking of what he could do. But he would not do it, she needed the discipline, she desired the discipline. This would have to keep till she came home, and he gave her a clear instruction.
“As soon as you come home, before you do anything, I want you to come upstairs to the bedroom, I will need you, I need you to look after my needs” he purred being swept by the needs he had in his mind.
“Of course Sir!” she exclaimed, wanting that time to be now, but she was enjoying the present, every single bit of it, but that torrid thing called work was in the way!…

Unfinished – to be continued.