He messages me: “I want you on the bed, lying on your back when I arrive. You are to wear a white thin singlet and black lace crotchless panties. And the black silk blindfold.

Be ready at 6.”

I know better than to reply with anything other than “Yes”.

He sent the message giving me just 30 minutes notice, knowing I will have to immediately stop what I am doing and focus on being ready for him. 

I hear the front door open and close quietly.

He is deliberate in his movements as he enters the house.

My hearing is heightened because of the blindfold. And of the anticipation of having him close.

I hear his footsteps on the stairs. I can smell his fragrance. I want nothing more than his touch right now.

I can feel he is standing near me. 

He leans down to me and says in a soft low voice “Daddy’s home.” 

He kisses me. Gently. 

His mouth is warm and tastes faintly of coffee.

I squirm. In my head I’m pleading “Touch me!” yet I stay silent. As he likes it.

I hear a door open and he is selecting something from the toy cupboard. 

I smell the delicate scent of leather and almost immediately I feel the falls of the flogger travel over my nipples. The softest of touch, like silk gliding over me.

I draw in my breath and involuntarily my back arches and my hips rise. He’s playing with me. 

He trails the flogger up my legs and gently touches my nipples with a finger through my white top. 

He knows how intense the sensation of touching my nipple with fabric in between is.

I’m letting out gasps of breath and gentle moans.

He increases the intensity of the flogger over my legs and tells me to open them. 

The flogger teases the very centre of me. I can smell my wetness, the leather and him. 

I feel his mouth on my nipple. Nibbling me. 

I’m powerless to move. I know not to even try. 

“I want you face down, with your legs open” he says. I oblige.

He’s now running the flogger over my back and down through my legs. 

And then I feel the sting of the leather as the falls strike my arse. He’s doing this repeatedly and alternating left to right. 

Then the back of my legs. Some of the falls land deliciously close to my pussy.

He wants to leave his mark on me. 

I have no idea how long I’ve been behind darkness in this room. Time is not important. 

I’m flinching with each strike on my skin. 

I need more of him.

He stops and puts a finger between my legs and ever so lightly enters me. 

My hips lift. I need him deep inside me.

His finger is still inside of me and he bends it.

Pressing down on my g-spot. Lightly rubbing it.

Creating a new sensation in me. 

More fingers, more pleasure. 

I hear him start to undress. I can hear the belt being undone from his pants. 

I’m waiting for the impact of a strap on my round arse. It doesn’t come.

His hands are on my hips and he deftly pulls me towards him. 

He pulls my panties down slightly. Just enough to reveal skin. 

His big beautiful hand spanks my arse. The other hand is tracing the edge of my panties then he is touching me so lightly along my wet lips.

I’m squirming around. 

He firmly pulls me closer toward him and I feel him inch into me. 

Oh that first stretch. A delicious blend of pleasure and pain. 

His size, my tightness. 

He’s watching my body, ensuring I’m relaxing around him. And then he deepens into me.

And slowly retracts. Teasing me. 

Wanting me to beg.

He’s spanking me again. I’m sure the impact is leaving a lasting impression. Hopefully some bruising to be admired later. And for days to come.

He has both hands firmly holding my not so small arse. His fingers are digging in as he’s moving in and out of me with much more force.

My nipples are rubbing against my top and I’m moving with him.

He’s growling. It’s low and deep. 

He slows down. He’s edging himself and teasing me. 

He lightly plays with my clit and moves back out of me but leaves himself just slightly inside of me. 

This. This is ecstasy for me. I’m writhing around on him. 

He’s letting me set the pace for my own pleasure, but just for now. 

I’m asking him to finish me. Almost pleading.

It’s like an out of body experience. My body is moving of its own accord. 

He can’t wait. He’s fucking me with so much energy. And his growling gets louder. 

He is lost in that moment. As he releases it’s as if he roars from the very depth of his being.

I can feel him pulsating in me. He still has a hold of me. He’s still in control of me. 

The room is now quiet. We are still. 

He kisses my nipples and then my mouth. 

Now he tastes of sweat. Lightly salted. 

He smells like sex. And he is hoarse as he says 

“You followed my instructions well. Good girl.”

That’s all I need to hear. 

I remove the blindfold. I need to get ready for the day ahead. It’s 8am and I have other work to do.