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We are coming home from a night out on the town, we are kissing, cuddling, and fondling with each other as we walked down the pathway to the front door. I opened the door for you and gave you a sweet sensuous kiss, on the lips as my tongue gently swiped over your lips. I lead you into the lounge room and went to make a cup of coffee for us, as I walked back in from the kitchen I see that you are slowly squirming in the seat. I watch you for a minute or two before you noticed me standing at the door way watching you, you quickly stop.

"I'm sorry master, it will not happen again."

"It's alright little one, I do not mind."

A broad smile comes over my face, the slave looked up at me with wonder in her young eyes; to me it looked like she was scared at first of what my re-action will by then she is surprised with how well I take her squirming in her seat.

I walk over to where she is still sitting and our eyes lock onto each other, I sit beside her as our eyes never leave each other. As I continue to stare at her eyes I notice how deep and pure her eyes really are; I see her shiver as the sound of the kettle starting to whistle. I quickly take off my jacket and place it around her shoulder's her reply was sweet as honey water.

"Thank you master."

A shy smile appeared on her face, I stood up and exited the room and entered the kitchen once more, as I walked over to the kettle I made my cock more comfortable. I had poured myself and my slave a cup of coffee, and started to walk back into the lounge room with both cups in my hands. On the way back into the lounge room I had heard a cell phone started to ring, and then I heard foot steps moving quickly around the room looking for something but what I did not know. As I walk out of the kitchen I see my slave digging through her handbag trying to find her cell phone, with her ass poking up in the air I just watch my slave searching the continents of her handbag. I figured I had given her enough time to find her cell phone and I had made my presence known, "Ahem."

The slave quickly stopped and turn to face me; she noticed that I was holding two cups of steaming coffee. I walked over to my slave and handed her a cup, she didn't reply this time, though, she did slightly nod her head in appreciation. She raised her cup to her lips and took a sip; her eyes were always on me as mine was on her. We placed our cups down on the coffee table as we stood up together; I gently grabbed hold of her hand and took her into my bedroom. I opened the door and lead her to my bedroom, there I turned her around and started to unbutton her dress.

With each button that came undone there was a new space to be marveled and amazed by, when the final button was undone I walked around her and removed a dark black silk scarf. I wrapped the scarf over her eyes three times, making sure that she could not see out of it. I lead her to my bed and laid her down upon it.

From there, I got two more silk scarfs and placed them on the bed side table, the slave gave a little whimper as she was lowered to the bed. I leaned forward and kiss her lips gently and whispered into her ear.

"Everything is going to be alright little one."

"I know Master, though I am just excited that's all."

I leaned back and she could feel the weight of my body move from the bed. I quickly walked over to the tall boy and pulled off a single feather which was laid on top of it; I walked back over towards the bed and stopped in mid stride. I walked over to a vase which was sitting on the window sill; I pulled out a single red rose and shook the water off the stem. I continued my way back to the bed and quickly removed my clothes from my body; I crawled over the bed and knelt in between my slave's legs, the feather in my right hand and the rose in my left hand. I placed the rose on the bed next to the wall so it couldn't get crushed.

I leaned forward and kissed my slave's lips gently once more; with my right hand I placed the tip of the feather on her lips. I brought the tip down to her chin, and then down her neck until I stopped the feather tip on the top of my slave's breasts. I slowly circled each breast with the tip drawing circles and they were getting smaller with each completed circle, with each completed circle. As I was getting closer to my slave's nipples, she began to squirm a bit in a low voice I spoke to her.

"Stop moving little one, I can see that it tickles though be strong and try not to squirm ok?"

"Yes master."

I continued on circling her breast until I reached her nipple and then I switched to her other breast and did the same thing to it, from there I let the tip travel down her cleavage to her firm stomach. From the outside of her stomach, I made another circle pattern only getting smaller and smaller once again.

I was getting closer and closer to her belly button and I allowed the tip to travel around the rim of her belly button. From her stomach, I continued to travel down one leg and then up the other leg, as I was moving upwards my slave would open her legs wider allowing me access to her inner calf's and her inner thighs. With every bump and curve of her skin my slave would squirm around like a worm on a hook, many times I had to tell her to be still and all the time her only reply was, "Yes master."

I finally arrived at her pussy and ran the tip over her lips teasing them and taunting them with each and every caress, my slave started to moan out loud as she felt the tip run along her pussy lips. My slave was enjoying herself and so was I, it was nice to feel my slave thrusting her hips up into the air and enjoying this moment just as I was enjoying it myself. When I decided that I had teased her enough I leaned over and grabbed the two silk scarfs from the bed side table and tied them together. Then I laid them just under my slave's breasts and ever so slowly I moved them up, slowly pulling on the silk and satin scarf's as if they were pieces of air floating through the air.

Once they were snuggly under my slave's breasts I started to wrap her breasts up in a figure eight number crisscrossing around each breasts until they were firmly tied together. From there, I got another silk scarf and placed it just under my slave's hips and tied it off.

I grabbed two more scarf's one satin and the other a silk scarf and I tied the satin scarf in the middle of the scarf that was wrapped around my slave's hips. I placed that scarf so it would meet with the scarf that was wrapped around her breasts. I managed to tie the other scarf to the same place and lowered it down over her pussy and tied it so it was in the small of her back. I gently ran my finger across the silken pussy lips making her moist; I ran my fingers up to meet her protruding clit and gently circled it. My slave would wiggle and squirm around enjoying the feeling of my silken fingers playing with her exposed clit, I told her a few times to be quiet and she replied to my commands.

"I would master, but you are driving me crazy with this beauty torture!"

"I see, well maybe you would prefer me to make love to you instead?"

"Oh yes master, then we can cum together."

"We will make love soon my gorgeous slave, though at the moment I want to tease you more."

"That isn't fair master, I am already to cum now and if you continue I will surely cum right here and now."

"I see, so you wish me to stop? Is that what you want my slave?"

"Yes master, I wish for you to stop for now."

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