The Slow Dance

His pet answers the door w/hesitation; He has not told her to expect company tonight. He acknowledged her presence and asked for Him by name; since he was not home, the stranger said he would wait outside since He was due home any time. she quietly shut the door and sent Him a text. He responded w/instructions and the visitor's name.

Quickly she jogs out to Jay’s car and invites him inside for a cup of coffee. Shortly thereafter, He walks through the door and accepts the cup of coffee from her hands. Gingerly He kisses her on the forehead and immediately she kneels on the floor, beside Him, awaiting His next wish. Jay looks perplexed a bit and He explains that since He kissed her on the forehead, it was their little sign that Jay is a lifestyle friend and she could safely resume her position at His feet.

There was another knock on the door; this time she knew it was simply the local pizza delivery boy. It was always the same boy and he would stand there an chat for a minute or two; their pizza was always hot and fresh. For some reason, He reckoned it had nothing to do w/the sizable tip He always gave. Maybe it had something to do w/her answering the door, either scantly clothed or nothing at all?

After dinner, Jay and Him strolled downstairs while she went for her evening walk w/the dog. Since she did not know Jay before tonight, she had no clue what They might be planning; yet she knew it had to be good. It always was w/His friends. Upon walking back inside, she heard a bunch of clanging and so forth coming from the basement; curiosity was so getting to her. Yet she knew better than to sneak a peak. Besides she had to finish up a few chores and He would time it exactly to come get her right as she was finishing up. Alas she figured it would be best to put the beloved dog in mater bedroom so that he did not try to interrupt anything.

Just as she was closing the bedroom door, He jolted upstairs and grabber her the wrist. she started hesitating and said something about the dishes; He told her to forget about it tonight. He walked her down the basement stairs and then put a blindfold on her at the last step. The music was already on and the tempo set in her head; she heard it walking down the stairs.

As He tied the blindfold, she was already stripping to the tempo. Jay just sat back and watched in astonishment at her training and trust. He guided her in the direction of the couch and whispered in her ear, “I want you to show Jay how much you love our couch. Alas do not cum or you know the consequence.”

Lifting one leg over, she straddled the arm of the couch and slowly started brushing her pussy up against the arm. she rocked her body back/forth with the rhythm of the music. The juices started flowing and she became so entranced w/the music, she made no notice that an arm reached down over her shoulder and started twisting and pulling on her nipple. she continued to move her body w/the music and now also trying to manipulate her breast for easier access.

The tempo started to slow just as she was getting near that edge. He always knew when she was so close, He always has. The other hand snuck up behind her and simply rested on her shoulder. By this point she was grinding her flooded pussy against the couch arm as hard as she could to feed that stimulation.

And as she knew He would, the tempo started picking up again and before she could solidly catch the rhythm, the one hand resting on her shoulder wrapped around her neck and quickly tightened. The last thing she remembers thinking was this was not His hands on her neck and the voice in her ear that whispered “Cum bitch. Cum for your new Master.”


By: His Anguisette