A couple of months ago, I asked NE to select a scene from a book that she would like to explore. She was quite reluctant – it is one thing, she said, to fantasize about something. Another thing entirely to experience it. Being the cruel man I am, I forced her to select one anyways.
Today, she acted it out.
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My home office.
“I’m going to have you undress. Jewelry, first.”
She had on a lot of jewelry; all gold. Two earrings. A ring. Two necklaces.
“Now, your shirt.”
She started at the bottom, quickly undid the first few buttons.
“Slower. Take your time.”
A pause, and then she resumed; her fingers were more hesitant, but she tried hard to obey. The buttons fairly came undone just by being touched, making it difficult to slow the process. A moment later, the shirt hung open.
“Now slip it off. Place it on the chair.”
She rolled her shoulders back, letting the shirt slide free. Gathering it in her hands, she placed it over the arm of the large leather chair. I had her remove her shoes next, and then her skirt. A few minutes later, she was standing in just her black panties.
“Do you understand what I am doing?” I lowered my head slightly, watched the way she held herself. She has a tendency to want to clasp her hands behind her back. Quite often I have to remind her to keep her hands at her sides. “I want you naked.” Watched her breathe. “I want you bared, body and soul. I want you exposed.” I paused, “There is naked, and then there is naked.”
NE has two ways of giving it up to me. The first is an offering. This path is very fragile and I have to handle things just right for her to want to give it up without a fight. The second path is more direct, harsher – I take it from her. To force her to place herself in my hands. Both have their rewards, but the first path, although much harder on her, is what I wanted today.
“Now your panties.” There was no hesitation on her part; off they went and she stood naked in front of me. I let her feel the weight of my gaze for several seconds before reaching to the desk beside me and lifting a long silver chain. I settled this around her waist. My fingers lingered on her hips, but only for a moment. Patience is key; the feast would be later and I could wait.
Slave bracelet was next, on her left hand; silver and black beads along the top, chain around the wrist, attached by a ring slid onto the second-finger.
Details are important. She knew the weight of each piece of jewelry; knew that I was dressing her for my own purposes. People often forget the small things, believing that if they can achieve the larger picture, then they have suceeded. But the larger picture is made from the little things. It is the hint of cologne. It is the way the carpet feels when on your knees. It is the heat of fingers. All of this will fade into background noise when she goes under – but, and this is important – these details are what draw her down. Drowned in sensation, in particulars.
Next was something entirely new for us; a silver chain with nipple clips at each end. NE does not seek pain, but she does not shy away from it either. I ran my fingertips across her breasts slowly, taking my time to awaken the nerve endings. I knew how sensitive her nipples could be, and I enjoyed feeling them harden against my hands. Once ready, I attached a clip to each one. She didn’t flinch and I couldn’t hold back a small smile. My pet takes a lot of pride in how she deals with pain – but this went beyond that. She was withdrawing, becoming, descending. Believing.
Finally, the leather collar. I had let her try it on once before, a month ago. But this was her first time wearing it in a scene. I slid the leather over her head, drawing it close and buckling it. I made sure she could breathe, but kept it tight enough that she could not forget it was there.
She was almost ready.
Earlier, before I formally began the scene, she muttered that she had been too open with me the last few months, offering too much in the way of her fantasies – she had developed a false sense of security due to the length between scenes and, as she exclaimed, “You’re going to use it all against me!”
Damn right I was.