Friday, July 25, 2014

FFF 7/25 - The Gift


I.

I stand in the doorway, awaiting instruction.  My appearance is exactly as she requested.  Demanded.  I walk slowly into the parlor, carefully counting my steps.  A strong, masculine hand takes mine.  I hear a low sound of approval as he raises my arm over my head and turns me in a slow circle.  His hand releases mine.  I wait, breathless, for the next move.  This is all I was truly prepared for.  The rest, she said, will be entirely up to him.

His hot breath comes against my ear.

"Aren't you a thing of beauty," he says.

A single fingertip brushes the tops of my breasts.  A smooth palm caresses my ass.  From across the room I hear her voice.

"Will she do, love," she asks.

I gasp as his tongue traces my shoulder before he replies.

"Best.  Birthday.  Ever."


II.

I watched his face as she entered the room.  I told him he had a surprise.  We waited in the parlor.  The moment she walked through the doors, he stopped speaking.  He began to rise, then hesitated, looking to me for approval.  Permission.  I nodded my encouragement, despite the lump in my throat.  His face was transformed with lust.  I blinked my burning eyes.  It was a beautiful expression, one that he hadn't turned to me in years.

I watched him touch her.  Caress her.  Whisper in her ear.  I swallowed hard and spoke.

"Will she do, love," I asked.

I watch his slacks stretch tight across his hardening cock as he continued to appraise his gift.  I raised an eyebrow.  No need for Viagra tonight.

My throat tightened as I thought of all I've done, all I've given him.  His words cut deep.

"Best.  Birthday.  Ever."

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Our instructions this week...

Keywords: Entrance or Exit, but not bothForbidden Words: Slave, Slut, Blindfold
Bonus Words:  Tell us a story about your first experience with a blindfold or sensory deprivation
Extra Credit:  Put more than two peope in the room, but don't let the extras touch.
Word count:
150 words from her perspective and
150 from another's.


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