The room was warm. She wanted it that way. He would be here, soon.

He would smile at the warmth. He knew she did not like the cold, and since she would soon be naked, she really hoped He would not mind. She examined the room, for the tenth time, with His eyes. She picked up the magazine she had been reading.

He might not mind, but then again, He might. This was the hardest part.

She had no right to expect Him at any set time.

He had made that clear. He had also made it clear that He might not show at all. That was his right. It had been hard, at first, to accept this. Now, it was the way it was.

She wished she had kept the magazine out, but He would see that as a criticism of his lateness. She could re-do her nails, but ?she could not risk wet nails. She sighed. The music on His favorite station was more His taste than hers, but it made her feel closer to Him. The key in the lock made her jump. She felt to control the smile on her face. Moving to the middle of the floor, she bowed her head, and opened her robe. When she heard the door open, she knelt, and eased the robe off of her shoulders to pool in a white wave at her feet. With her hands open on her thighs, head bowed low, and back straight, she waited. ?Very nice. You have been practicing.? She said nothing.

Her heart sang within her. The world of her day faded to beyond memory. For her, the office with its petty intrigues and banalities no longer existed. Her old car with its faulty starter that had embarrassed her on more than one occasion , the bills, the work and worries of her day ceased to exist in the world to which He brought her.

She heard and felt Him cross the room.

He chose His chair, with all of its implications. She waited to see if He had any specific orders for her. When He said nothing, she rose and went to the kitchen. Opening His beer, she poured it into the pilsner glass, taking pride in the small, well-formed head.

She placed it on the tray, on a clear coaster, and placed the pretzels in a small wooden bowl on the tray. Taking it into the room, she carried it to the table and set it down. Sinking to her pose at His knee, she felt a thrill of joy and contentment to feel His hand on her neck, toying with the fine hair there, caressing, sending chills down her spine. She felt no passage of time it seemed as though the moment was suspended and there was no other life. She heard Him set the empty glass down, and she said nothing. He would tell her if He wanted another, or if He wanted the empty glass removed. He rose and crossed to the radio, turning it up, and moved to the bedroom. Feeling the fluttering and joy in her heart, she rose, then realized her mistake. She waited.

He said nothing. She followed Him into the bedroom. The pillow lying on the middle of the bed was turned sideways. She felt the heat of tears. Crossing to the bed, she leaned down, placing her hands on the cover and her head on the pillow, she waited, her soft, exposed fanny waiting in offering to the justice of His hands.

She should have waited to rise until He called her. Now, the waiting was long and heavy, though only a short time.

The slap of his belt when it came was almost welcome. The sting and the burn that followed, and the two slaps that came immediately after, then stillness.

Was He done? Was there more to come? She stifled a sob when his hand gently touched the red stripes that marked her soft place. He was done. The punishment was over. The feel of the balm that He used that soothed and eased the burn, warmed her fanny as He spread it over her buttocks, lovingly, lingeringly. She felt him kiss her shoulder, as He pulled her to her feet. She waited as He set the pillow back on the bed. This time he set it on the bottom of the bed.

She felt herself smile within. He stepped back, waiting. She lay down, her head on the pillow, and extended her arms. The ropes were already in place on the posts at the foot of the bed. She waited.

He raised her wrist and looped the rope around it. Her breath caught.

Then she felt the soft material of the padding slipped in between the rough rope and the tender flesh.

She was happy that He was no longer angry. He drew the ropes tight and pulled her arms up and out. Above her ankles, He used a cloth wrap to pad her skin, then slipped the cuff of the spreader bar. She felt her legs being pushed apart and the bar secured to the loop from the frame of the bed. She lay like that, her arms stretched and spread, so that her breasts rose high on her chest. Her legs spread widely open, so that the hairless moist mound of her sex was open to His sight, His touch. Her world existed only here, only now. His hand roughly took her breast, squeezing as though testing its texture.

His thumb raked across her nipple and her body trembled. Leaning down, He kissed her lips softly, even as His finger twisted and pulled her tender nipple. Then His lips were on the other nipple, and His teeth captured the nipple and bit the soft bud. The pain lanced through her breast, and moved like a rippling current of electricity to the very center of her sex. She writhed her hips as well as she could with the restraints in place. He caressed the undersides of her upraised arms, and along her sides.

She shivered, feeling the moistness in her cunt.

His hands caressed her and touched her, then scratched across her abdomen.

Reaching down, He stroked His finger through her lips, and roughly rubbed the nub of her personal place. She fought not to moan.

His finger probed her and then there were two fingers pushing and probing, and then three, stretching, pulling, probing her, even as He continued to bite at her nipples and breasts.

Suddenly, He was gone. He did not speak.

He did not touch her. She stared at the ceiling, knowing that she must not turn her head. She fought to control her breathing that seemed to tear from her tender lips. Early in their sessions, she had gotten cramps from stressing to hard. Now, He had taught her to relax. It was still hard, but she felt a sense of pride in the control she had learned. She felt His body, now as naked as her own, move onto the bed. She almost wept with joy.

She had not had Him inside her for so long. She tried not to hope, not to anticipate. His weight on her body pulled at the restraints and made it hard to breathe. It did not matter. His skin touching hers was a flame on her spirit.

The strong muscles of His legs, between hers made her body tremble. His rough hands on her breast His tongue on her nipples she breathed deeply to savor the moment to live in the moment. Then He pushed Himself into her, and as she felt the head push into the opening of her sex, she opened herself to Him and felt Him plunge deeply, roughly into her body. Her hips arched to welcome Him and he thrust Himself deep into her. Supporting Himself on His strong hands, He pumped into her faster and faster, until He was ready to come, and then He paused. Looking down into her eyes, He said , ?Come, now.

? Looking into His face, and His eyes, she moaned as she let herself orgasm, as He plunged into her and emptied Himself into her love, feeling it spasm around His organ as she lost herself in His eyes, in His smile. Softly, He kissed her.

She thought to herself this is why. She had never felt so full.