Command

It wasn't late by most standards, only 8:45 PM really. But she had had to work from 6 to 8 PM and things had run later than usual. The house was dark as she pulled into the driveway. Now this was unusual because he was more of a nocturnal person, due to his working the "graveyard" shift. But usually on his nights off, like this, he would be up, waiting for her. It was hard, trying to meld a day-shift lifestyle with a night one, but they worked at having special times together.

She came into the dark house through the garage, tossing her purse and keys onto the table and not bothering to turn on a light. She had gone several feet more, wondering why she hadn't tripped over the cat yet, when a gravelly, deep-pitched voice spoke out from the darkness.

"Don't move!" it commanded her.

She froze, her heart catching until her ears got the message to her brain; she knew that voice, even if he tried to disguise it. The fear left her, but it was replaced with a decidedly delicious tingle through out her body. From the voice, she could tell he was over near the sofa.

"Now," he continued sternly. "If you value your life, and that of your cat…" He paused dramatically, but he had to bite back his own laughter when he heard her giggle at that threat. He cleared his voice before saying, "You will do exactly as I say." After a moment more, he commanded her to do the following.

"Step over here, in front of the sofa."

Once she had done so, there was a movement on the sofa and she heard a disgruntled "Meeeooooowwww" followed by a rush of fur against her pants legs as the cat disappeared out of the room. She would have to ask later, for she didn't want to spoil the mood, but the fact that he had managed to hang on to the cat that long was a miracle in and of itself.

And then the man spoke again. "Move to your left a few inches." She did so, then there was a rustling movement again. The curtains parted about 6 inches; just enough to bathe her in a faint glowing moonlight- a combination of cool moonlight and some warmer light from the street lamp.

She wrapped her arms around herself, but his voice commanded her to lower her hands to her sides. Once he had done so, he spoke again. "Now, very slowly, kick off your shoes and

socks."

She did so, hobbling a bit to retain her balance.

She stood still after that, awaiting his next command. "I want you to reach behind you and unsnap your bra, then slide the straps down your arms and slip it off."

A long moment of silence filled the room as he watched her soft, full, unbound breasts jiggle a bit beneath her soft cottony shirt. As he watched, her nipples tautened and peaked in anticipation. He had known she would be as turned on this "little game" as he was.

"Okay, now take off your slacks and your panties together, in one movement. I want to be able to just catch a glimpse of your naked, smooth pussy from beneath the hem of your shirt." His words heightened her desire. When she had removed them and straightened up, she could feel the slightly cooler air just wash over her smoothly shaven pussy. She was glad she had shaven in her shower right before work this evening afterall.

"All right, now walk towards me, slowly…" he said. "Stop! I want your shoulders back, be proud and stick those pouty breasts out at me. Now come here!"

She moved forward, just as he asked, slowly. With each step, she could feel her full breasts bounce and jiggle about, making them even more sensitive as he peaked nipples brushed and rubbed against her soft knit shirt. And with each small step

forward, she could feel the wetness beginning to dampen her pussy lips as the brushed and rubbed together. She stopped right in front of his darkened form. He motioned her to step closer still and stand between his widespread thighs. "Now lift your shirt, and hold it above your breasts; let your hands drop and keep it in place with your arms."

She did as he asked. God! She had never felt so "exposed" or vulnerable. The excitement she was feeling was amazing. His commanding her took her control away, and made her feel at his mercy, his "slave."

For a long time, he just sat there, looking at her. Yet it seemed to her skin, that everywhere his eyes looked, she actually felt the warm touch of his slightly rough fingertips. And yet, when his touch came, she was surprised. One hand, his index finger only, touched her ever so lightly, at the top of her womanly slit. Then he slid it slowly, gently back in between her soft, pinkish, damp folds of feminine skin. Her knees were quivering when he commanded her to spread her thighs. He quickly took advantage to begin stroking her clit, back and forth, every so often, touching in that one certain place… that one particular way of his, that had her gasping for air, while her hips bucked back and forth in out of control response and her throat made soft little moans and cries of wanton desire.

Then he stopped for a moment, and quickly, smoothly attached her newest treasure - a sterling silver labia clip. The bright green stones danced and dangled happily. She knew the minute she felt the cool metal what he had done. Meanwhile his hands had travelled upwards to capture her full, tender breasts. He was lightly squeezing, stroking and rubbing the sensitive firm globes. He paused every now and then to lightly rub, roll and flick her incredibly sensitive nipples.

When she thought she just couldn't stand there one more second, his hands released her. She swayed for a moment at the loss, then he spoke again. "Remove the shirt now." After she did, he told her to go to the large floor length picture window at the back of the room. Once she was there, she was told to open the curtains, then open the sliding window and screen.

She shivered as the night air washed over her pale naked skin. It was still quite hot though, probably close to 90 degrees. She could just make out the form at the end of the patio, when she felt him come up behind her. "Let's go on outside." She stepped out, and he followed closely behind her. She felt him brush against her, and she was sure he was as naked as she was at that moment. She heard him close the door and screen behind himself.

When they reached the grass, she smiled. It was much darker out the back of the house, than in front. The back yard was shielded by high shrubs and bushes on all sides. There was a chair there, with some towels on it and a 5-foot wide, 1-foot deep "kiddie" pool.

She happily stepped into the pool when he told her to do so, loving the feel of the slightly cool water against her hot skin. Once seated, the water came up past her waist, and it felt absolutely delicious as the water caressed her soft, over-heated skin. And as the water washed over her smooth pussy, she actually "purred" a bit in response to the luscious feelings. What an absolutely, overwhelmingly fabulous feeling, she thought to herself. When he sat down behind her, he gently pulled her back between his widespread thighs. She leaned back against him without a single command to do so.

He wrapped his strong arms around her. Every so often he would take a handful of water and drizzle it over her full breasts. And for the longest time he just held her, the dark, hot night silent around them.

Before long, he slipped one hand down over her water slicked body until it rested between her thighs. It didn't take long, considering her aroused state already, for his clever fingers to caress her fevered flesh to a frantic completion. Once the water calmed around them, she tilted her head back and kissed him lightly.

Then she moved to his side, and moved downwards into the water. He watched as she caressed his thighs, so smooth and wonderfully touchable. She paused to lean back, wetting her hair and slicking it back with her hands. Ever so slowly then, she began caressing his hard cock, which was standing at full attention for her.

So slowly, deliberately, she began stroking him, pulling upwards, his velvety smooth skin sliding between her tender palms, and over his hardness just beneath the smooth skin. Hand over hand, she caressed him, pausing once in a while to cup and caress his smooth balls. When his head fell back to rest on the edge of the pool… she lowered her head, and slowly let her tongue touch the very tip of his cock, just once. Then when he moaned in response to her teasing touch, she licked him all around the head before taking him inside her warm, wet mouth. Sucking him slowly, while stroking him upwards, his hands came up to caress and guide her wet head in her loving of him. When she began stroking him faster and faster, licking, sucking and loving him, he soon followed her in his own climactic completion.

Exhausted, they rested against each other in the warm water. The night air was still warm around them. Just then the moon came out from behind its cloudy cover. She turned to smile at him. "Thanks honey."

He smiled in return. "Ahh, the pleasure was all mine, love."