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Authors: Candace Blevins
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Kendra, I need you to answer me verbally."
Damn, she was trying to hold off on calling him Sir as long as possible. He obviously wasn't going to let her get away with that. She took a breath, hesitated, then said, "Yes Sir, I understand."
"Take the blouse off and your bra off and hand them to me, please. Leave the t-shirt on."
She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, handing it to him. Then she reached behind and released her bra before pulling the bra straps down and off of her arms. After that it was just a matter of pulling it up and out of the front of her shirt. When she handed it to him he put it in his pocket. He reached out and felt of her left breast through her shirt, circling the nipple and then lightly pinching it. Not enough to hurt, just enough to show he could, she guessed. It was very hard for her to keep her hands where they were and not reach to move his hands. When he moved to her right breast her hands actually raised up a few inches but she put them back down right away.
"This is hard for you. I can see it. And you wouldn't believe how much it's turning me on. Is it turning you on, Kendra?"
"Yes... yes, Sir."
He smiled and then handed her blouse back to her. "Put this back on so you don't get cold. We're going back to the yacht now."
When they pulled back in he told her to fly back up to the walkway and then he fiddled with a bunch of ropes and climbed up and flipped a switch that brought the little boat back up into its little cradle. Once it was safely stowed away he flipped another switch and the huge garage door closed. Taking her by the hand, he walked her downstairs to his bedroom.
"I'm going to go upstairs and get something. While I'm gone I'd like for you to remove your clothes. All of them. When I return I expect to see you standing beside the bed with your hands behind your back and your head lowered. When I come back into the room you will keep your head lowered until I give you permission to look up. Do you understand these instructions?"
"Yes Sir."
Kendra undressed, folding her clothes neatly and putting them on the small sofa by the door and then walking back to the bed and standing beside it. When she heard him coming back down the steps she put her hands behind her back and looked down.
"Beautiful Kendra. You are stunningly beautiful."
He walked to the foot of the bed and threw something on it. She wanted to look but kept her head where it was.
"You may look up now, Kendra."
Damn, looking up was harder than she thought it would be. Having her naked and him fully clothed was, well, it forced her to acknowledge that she had handed power over to him. She looked up and looked into his eyes and knew she had the eyes of a submissive when she did it. She'd been on the receiving end of those eyes enough that it was very hard to realize that she was giving them to someone now. But she wanted to be here, with him, doing this. It was hard, but it was turning her on. He was turning her on. His strength and control, not to mention she could smell his arousal and hear the change in his heartbeat when he walked in and saw her. Her submission did that to him. Wow, she‘d known there was power in submission, but this was a reminder that submission gave a different kind of power.
He gave her a gentle smile. "I realize that under normal circumstances it isn't safe for a submissive to allow herself to be tied up by someone she just met. But these aren't normal circumstances since you can use your mind thing to call Abbot if you want and then he'd probably kill me, or maybe just make me wish I was dead, if he found out I hadn't respected a safeword. I think it will be easier for you if you are restrained. You are having trouble submitting, and I want to free you so you don't have a choice anymore - not unless you want to tell me about storm clouds, of course. And that's the way it will be if I tie you up, if you say raindrops I will back off on the intensity of whatever I'm doing, but I won't
Damn, she was trying to hold off on calling him Sir as long as possible. He obviously wasn't going to let her get away with that. She took a breath, hesitated, then said, "Yes Sir, I understand."
"Take the blouse off and your bra off and hand them to me, please. Leave the t-shirt on."
She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, handing it to him. Then she reached behind and released her bra before pulling the bra straps down and off of her arms. After that it was just a matter of pulling it up and out of the front of her shirt. When she handed it to him he put it in his pocket. He reached out and felt of her left breast through her shirt, circling the nipple and then lightly pinching it. Not enough to hurt, just enough to show he could, she guessed. It was very hard for her to keep her hands where they were and not reach to move his hands. When he moved to her right breast her hands actually raised up a few inches but she put them back down right away.
"This is hard for you. I can see it. And you wouldn't believe how much it's turning me on. Is it turning you on, Kendra?"
"Yes... yes, Sir."
He smiled and then handed her blouse back to her. "Put this back on so you don't get cold. We're going back to the yacht now."
When they pulled back in he told her to fly back up to the walkway and then he fiddled with a bunch of ropes and climbed up and flipped a switch that brought the little boat back up into its little cradle. Once it was safely stowed away he flipped another switch and the huge garage door closed. Taking her by the hand, he walked her downstairs to his bedroom.
"I'm going to go upstairs and get something. While I'm gone I'd like for you to remove your clothes. All of them. When I return I expect to see you standing beside the bed with your hands behind your back and your head lowered. When I come back into the room you will keep your head lowered until I give you permission to look up. Do you understand these instructions?"
"Yes Sir."
Kendra undressed, folding her clothes neatly and putting them on the small sofa by the door and then walking back to the bed and standing beside it. When she heard him coming back down the steps she put her hands behind her back and looked down.
"Beautiful Kendra. You are stunningly beautiful."
He walked to the foot of the bed and threw something on it. She wanted to look but kept her head where it was.
"You may look up now, Kendra."
Damn, looking up was harder than she thought it would be. Having her naked and him fully clothed was, well, it forced her to acknowledge that she had handed power over to him. She looked up and looked into his eyes and knew she had the eyes of a submissive when she did it. She'd been on the receiving end of those eyes enough that it was very hard to realize that she was giving them to someone now. But she wanted to be here, with him, doing this. It was hard, but it was turning her on. He was turning her on. His strength and control, not to mention she could smell his arousal and hear the change in his heartbeat when he walked in and saw her. Her submission did that to him. Wow, she‘d known there was power in submission, but this was a reminder that submission gave a different kind of power.
He gave her a gentle smile. "I realize that under normal circumstances it isn't safe for a submissive to allow herself to be tied up by someone she just met. But these aren't normal circumstances since you can use your mind thing to call Abbot if you want and then he'd probably kill me, or maybe just make me wish I was dead, if he found out I hadn't respected a safeword. I think it will be easier for you if you are restrained. You are having trouble submitting, and I want to free you so you don't have a choice anymore - not unless you want to tell me about storm clouds, of course. And that's the way it will be if I tie you up, if you say raindrops I will back off on the intensity of whatever I'm doing, but I won't
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