Marie pulled the belt on her robe tighter as she pushed the vacuum around the apartment. It was already spotless but she did not want to chance missing anything. In reality she was just keeping busy until the moment arrived. Keeping herself occupied until it was time.
The phone in the pocket of the robe buzzed quietly. Marie had already set it to vibrate so as not to have to worry about it later. There was no way it was going to be allowed to interfere with the activities of the evening.
Nerves kept her busy, apprehension kept her on edge. It has been a long time since she had played like this. It had been years since she had felt the nervous edge to her excitement. Would it be the same, would it still excite her the way it always had?
Then it was time, time to stop the pointless cleaning, time to stop the nervous pacing. It was time for him to arrive. Time to find out if she still yearned for his particular brand of attention.
Marie put the vacuum away, straightened one last cushion on the couch. Pushed the button on the coffee maker and adjusted the cookies on the plate. Moving through to the bedroom, taking off the robe as she walked Marie hung it in the closet. Closing the door she studied herself in the full length mirror. Her naked body stared back at her.
She was older of course but she had slimmed down. Her breasts were still as large and still as tender. Smiling she was pleased with what she saw. She hoped he would be.
Walking back through Marie lowered herself to her knees in the living room, she had rearranged the furniture to make room. The coffee table was now pushed against the wall, the rug moved to the center of the space it had left. She knelt and settled back on her heels waiting.
It was 15 minutes before there was any sounds outside the door but it turned out to be neighbors arriving home from work. It was a further 10 minutes before he arrived. Her legs had begun to hurt with holding the same position. Quickly she moved her hands to her lap, lowered her head to stare at the floor in front of her.
Not moving as she heard the door open and then close, resisting the temptation of lifting her head up to look as he walked into the apartment. Breathing deeply as his footsteps approached. His feet passed through her limited field of vision as he walked around her. Studying her from all sides she felt her stomach flutter.
A hand gripped her hair and pulled her head up, she gasped at the pain her mouth agape as she saw his face. Lined with age, hair gray, his eyes deep set and intense. He kissed her, forcing his mouth against hers as she moaned deep in her throat. Thrusting her head forward and down against the coarseness of the rug. His hand runs over her back, examining and touching, he seems pleased as he releases her. She returns to her kneeling position eyes fixed on the floor.
Then she felt him reach around and place a strap around her neck, the feeling of leather against skin sent a thrill through her. Lost in the moment Marie failed to return to the submissive position quickly enough. A hand pushed her forward and bent her so her face was pressed against the rug, without warning a hand struck her rear sharply, the pain causing her to cry out.
Then a finger hooked under the back of the collar, for that was what it was. Again the realization that she had been graced with a collar flowed through her. The tug he gave pulled her upwards to stand before him. Still keeping her eyes to the floor, Marie tried to sneak a peak at him. Again a spank returned her gaze to the floor, a gasp escaping her as she did so.
“Follow.” it was the first words spoken since he had entered the apartment. She did not respond merely followed him as he walked to the bedroom.
“Lay down face down.” again Marie obeyed instantly climbing onto the bed and laying face down on the clean sheet.
He pulled one arm upwards and tied it to the headboard with one of the scarves she had laid out. Repeating the process with the other arm and then both legs were secured to the foot of the bed. She lay there her legs spread wide, her arms pulled upwards. Then the noise of her vibrator starting, god he couldn't be thinking of putting it into her already, the thought both terrified her and excited her at the same time.
He pushed the throbbing machine beneath her, letting it vibrate along the length of her pussy. Leaving it resting against her clit as the vibrations surged through her. She took a deep breath as the feelings brought moisture to her pussy.
“Do not cum.” His instruction was spoken as he walked out of the room. Marie moaned softly as she heard the door close behind him. Oh God there is no way she is going to be able to hold back her orgasm if he is gone too long. Already her pussy was seeping juices, lubricating the vibrator as her hips started moving in a steady rhythm, her muscles clenching in an effort to reduce the stimulation.
Marie squirmed as the vibrator throbbed between her legs, struggled with her bonds as it pressed into her clit. She turned her head from side to side in her struggle with her desires. Her body screamed out for release, her mind begged for completion. Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table she saw it was only 12 minutes since he had left the room. Oh god already she wanted to scream out, to beg, to plead for permission. But he was not in the room, he was not here with her. She wanted him here, she needed his presence to vocalize her needs. She tried holding up her hips to remove the feeling of the vibrator but she was not strong enough to hold them there for long.
Another 5 minutes passed before the door opened again. Marie was reduced to mumbling her needs in a monotone of pleas. A chanting stream of begging and pleading aimed at no one and everyone. She heard him cross the bedroom and stand by the bed. She saw a cup, steam raising upwards from the liquid inside, placed on the beside table next to the clock. Another minutes ticked over.
She felt his fingers pull the vibrator away from between her legs, the sudden relief from the vibrations bringing a sigh to her lips. Then the vacuum of excitement caused her hips to convulse, on the brink of orgasm pulling her closing to disobidience.
Suddenly a sharp pain on her butt, his hand left its mark, the pain almost enough to send her over the edge into bliss. She begs with her eyes, her mind barely able to hold a thought.
“Not yet little one.” he speaks softly.
His fingers move beneath her feeling the wetness that soaks the sheet. Stroking along the length of her as her hips jerk. Easing upwards, his fingers draws the liquid up along the crack of her arse. She groans as he pulls her cheeks apart. She moans as the tips of his fingers circle her sphincter. Her own fluids act as lubricant as he pushes into her.
His finger sinks slowly into her anul entrance, he twists it inside her as she groans with a mix of pain and desire. He leans over her as his finger explores her forbidden center. His other hand grips the collar and pulls her head upwards as he pushes hard his finger is buried deep inside her body.
“Cum now.” He whispers the words as his finger bends.
Marie explodes in orgasm, released of restriction, her mind no longer resisting the feelings of pleasure that have been held back by sheer will power. Her hips thrash against the mattress, her legs spasm as her orgasm bursts its bounds. Her scream is primeval as all the pent up desire takes over her body. Then a hand grasps a breast and pinches the nipple painfully, Marie passes out with erotic overload.
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