Enjoying the sun setting...

Firmly but in the most intoxicating manner, she placed the collar around his neck as she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was kneeling at her feet, hands behind his back, looking down at her beautiful boots, respectfully not taking in any of her beauty despite the incredible temptation to do so.

She had called him into the bedroom, and as soon as he got a glimpse of her, in knee-length black boots, black panties and bra, and her own collar, he knew what was expected. He went down on all fours, and slowly, deliberately, crawled to her. He removed his jeans, and T-shirt, and assumed the most submissive position he could, feeling the vibe of her mischievousness even before she spoke. The smell of the leather implements on the bed was already making his head spin and his stomach tense, and that was before he picked up on the scent of her fragrance... spicy, understated, deliciously making him hungry for her.

The light trailing of her nails against his skin as she fixed the collar in position, in contrast to the smooth coolness of the collar, was suddenly overwhelming, like there was nothing else in the world. Once the collar in place, she grabbed the leather handcuffs and told him to present his hands. As she was strapping them on, he felt his will give way to hers. With a completely evil, possessive deliberateness, she closed the locks on each of the wrist restraints with a clean "click", as to emphasize that there was no turning back. Placing his hands herself behind his back, she clipped them together, and stood for a while to enjoy both her handiwork and what was to come.

Next came the ankle cuffs, as she gave his ass a slap so he could raise himself from sitting on them. She strapped those in too, and also clipped them in place.

Finally, she reached for the dog leash, clipped it to his collar, and gave it a tug as she told him to follow her. The knee steps were short but quick. As he tried his best to follow her, he got a quick glance at the stunning view that was before him: the beautiful legs half encased in the black material of the boots, the revealing black lacy panties and bra, the leash coming out of her right hand, and the leather riding crop she held in her left hand.

They did a slow walk around the next room before moving on to the dinning area where she turned around one of the chairs and sat down. She pulled him close to the chair facing him, and told him to sit back as she pulled on the leash. His chin right next to the edge of the chair, he was lost in the scent of her body's fragrance even before she was ready to start. She got up, straddling the chair, and started pulling down her panties. She turned to the side a bit as she put a foot on the chair, sliding her panties over the knee and down her leg. As she lifted her foot out, they fell down the other leg, and she just stepped out of them, sitting back onto the chair.

She pulled the leash tighter, until he had no choice but to place his head where she wanted, and he quickly got high on the sweet smell that was engulfing his whole being. She reached back to take hold of the riding crop, and controlled the pace of his service to her, changing his rhythm by short, sharp strokes, and marking changes of technique by single, stronger strokes.

As he was slowly bringing her closer to climax, he felt a regret that he couldn't stretch out the experience longer. He was all hers to do as she pleased, and it was a good place to be. There was an indescribable warmth and comfort inside of him to be be in such a place. He wished that he could extend this for longer, but the pace was clearly dictated by his Goddess, and he wanted nothing more than to bring her pleasure as she wanted.

Then, after an incredibly erotic moment for him where his nose and a much larger area than his lips were covered with fluids from inside her, something wonderfully unexpected happened: she wanted more. While the second round was much shorter, the strokes were faster and sharper, the pace was more furious, and the tugging from the leash harsher. The second release was even more powerful than the first one, and he so wanted to just stay there and enjoy the moment.

But it was not to be. She was sated for now, and leaving the riding crop on the dining table, she let go of the leash and left for an instant to get her bath robe. As she slipped it on, she reached for the leash again, and pulled him close to her, uncoupling his hands from his back, and clipping them in front. Now on all fours, she walked him over to a counter top where her purse was, and grabbed her cigarettes and lighter. She headed toward their balcony, leading him by the leash, and he did his dutiful best not to slow her down.

Once on the balcony, she positioned him on all fours, parallel to the front guard of the balcony. She stood between him and the guard, lifted the back part of the bath robe over him, and she sat on the lower part of his back. She wiggled her bum teasingly as she sat at a bit of an angle, undoubtedly to have a better view of the sun setting from the top floor balcony. She lit her cigarette, took in a deep inhale, and had a quiet exhale as he could smell the smoke coming out. The smell of the smoke was just another part of the sensory overload he was experiencing. While she was very light, his position on hands and knees was somewhat uncomfortable, especially on the latter, because of the hard concrete of the balcony. But this was a mild, exciting discomfort that was barely noticeable in comparison to what he was feeling elsewhere. Her warm naked ass on his back felt like the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him, and then, to excite him even further, he started feeling a little bit of moistness over the back of his kidney area. Between drags, she gently ran her nails down his back, and sometimes she reached up beyond the collar, gently scratching the scalp on the back of his head. Once or twice, she grabbed a handful of hair and gave his head a tug, just as a reminder of her total control over him. But they were loving hard tugs... they felt as much a gesture of appreciation to him as displays of control.

Serving as her seat right then, right there, after what happened a bit earlier, having her enjoy the view of the sun going down as she relaxed, was just the best thing in the entire universe. It could not get any better. And he was in a happy place.