He slides back into the driver’s seat. Her awareness of him has been heightened, as she shifts carefully in the seat, her ass stinging from his spanking. She smiles to herself, enjoying each bump in the road. He glances over at her. Skin flushed, especially her neck and the top of her breasts. He knows she is excited by the way her skin blushes. He reaches over and gently tickles her bare thigh, asking her; “What is that little smile for, baby girl?”

Her mouth smiles bigger. She cocks her head slightly, replying, “It’s for you. My smile is because you make it so.”

He taps her thigh, smiling himself. Although she can’t see him, she can feel it. “Yes, it is.”

He slows down again, pulling up to their destination. He quietly tells her to wait in the car, he will be back for her soon. She obeys accordingly.

Sitting quietly, she listens to the sounds around her. She can hear the breeze blowing through oak trees. We must be away from the city, she thought. When they came to a stop, she recalls the sound of gravel under the tires. She tries to imagine where he has taken her. But realizes it is futile. She leans her head back, patiently waiting for her master to return. She reminds herself that she must behave, that is, only if she doesn’t want his punishment.

The punishments are not that, exactly. He uses these things as lessons to teach her, to help her understand how much he cares for her, and that she will accept nothing less than the best. Even when the punishment is painful, he never leaves her hurting. He is certain to hold her, pull her close, protect her, and never does he let her feel unsafe. He is her king….but just the same, she is his queen.

Lost in her thoughts, she is startled with the car door opens. He takes her by the hand, and guides her out of the car. He steps behind her, explaining that he will guide her steps until he takes off the blindfold. She almost questions when that will be, but stops herself. She knows better than to ask. He leads her up 5 steps, through a threshold into what…she cannot see. He begins to describe to her, where she is standing. In front of them, is a masterful staircase, well over a hundred years old. To their left is another threshold that leads into a kitchen. To the right of the staircase is a long hallway, with rooms on either side and at the end, and directly to their right, is a living area with a couch, chairs, and coffee table. He moves her a few more steps forward, then stops. “Do you hear that? We are standing on wood floors, original to the building.” He kneels down behind her. She can feel his breath on the back of her legs. Kissing her calves, his hands tell her to step out of her shoes. He wants her bare feet on these floors.  As her feet touch the cool wood planks, he kisses her  toes, then slowly licks to the bottom of her dress. His hands are warm against her skin, as he pushes her dress up further. He looks up to her…..admiring her amazing beauty. She shivers, goosebumps covering her body.

He pushes her feet slightly apart with his knees, then leans into her, his face between her legs. The scent of her excitement fills every cell in his body. She knows the control she has over him, yet….she freely submits to him. She is his gift.

With both hands, he exposes her throbbing clit, slowly sucking it into his mouth. She moans….telling him she needs more. “Don’t worry, baby girl…. I will take care of you….”