Sacred Treasures - The Candle
An Erotic Tale
BDSM-Fantasy-Fetish Fiction Story
A solitary candle sits on a large oak table and lights the dungeon...You have come of your own free will. The last free will you posses for the evening....As you descend the staircase, I lock the door behind you and tell you to stand in the center of the room and disrobe.......Your eyes search for me in the shadows as you undress and you can see my faint outline near your....I am wearing tight black leather riding pants, tucked into English riding boots, a black silk shirt and short tight black leather riding gloves.....In my right hand, I grip a riding crop with a loop around my wrists...."I will not raise my voice to you my love, but I will expect you to obey my every command.......quickly and without resistance..."Now pick up your clothes and put them in the basket near the bed, then return to me and kneel with your hands behind your neck and your lips closed," I say softly.
You hurry back and kneel quickly and lower your eyes....I rub the crop on your back slowly in circles. "Now kiss my boots, one at a time, and keep your hands behind your neck, my dear". "Now kiss my legs and thighs and the leather covered maleness that grows for you..."Your lips move up my legs and onto my maleness. I continue to rub the crop on your back and ass as you straighten up... Your body trembles with excitement, your eyes betray you and your wetness runs down your legs.
Now it is time for you to dress for me....let's start with these shoulder length black leather gloves, put them on now! ...."Pull them up tight and lower you head again." As a reward, I rub your nipples with the crop and place a clip on the right one, which is more erect...."Now let's try the garter belt, black stockings and thigh high boots.....You will look good in 5 inch heels"... Again you obey, and again I attach another clip to the other nipple, then I place a collar around your neck and lock it..
"Sit back on your heels with your hands behind your head and let me have a look at my slave". I admire your beauty and smile softly. You are like a rose petal, soft and beautiful and wanting to be taken. But I have learned that what we desire is like a vintage wine, it must be sipped and enjoyed, and most of all savored.....It cannot be rushed to perfection..."Now spread your legs my dear and do not make a sound. Let your gloved fingers reveal you sex to me" I rub your clit with the tip of my crop and then attach a small clip to your the small love nodule and sit back again....Your body arches but you do not cry out. I see the warm juice flow down your legs and my maleness throbs for you.....A lesser man would take you now, but I am not such a male. You know my power and control is something I relish to show you....."You have pleased me so far, but the night is young".
I leave you for a moment to start a fire in the huge stone fireplace to warm the bed chamber for us.....I remove my shirt , and stand near the fire, so you can see my back and arms bathed in the light........
To be continued...
(Copyright 1994)