Elise finished unloading the last of her boxes. Her new apartment was currently a wreck, but that was to be expected. She couldn't believe she got this place on such a low cost. It seemed almost unreal to her, especially after all the interviews and weeding out that seemed to be going on for the place. It was classy, cliche, and modern, all pre-furnished. Again, almost too good to be true. She felt safe there through. The security was insane. Keypad locked doors, cameras in the hallways...for the city, it was a safe haven. Sweat poured down her body as she began in arduous task of unpacking. She looked around, and decided to christen the place with its first little bit of nudity. She stripped off her t-shirt and shorts, working only in her underwear for the rest of the night. Hours went by, and finally she collapsed, exhausted, at the foot of the bed. "Shower...I need a shower before I sleep. The last thing I need is nasty sweat sheets." The cool water felt like heaven against her skin, bringing millions of little goose pimples up, forcing her soft, pink nipples to stand at attention as she toweled off. And then she heard it. A soft whir. Like an mechanical piece moving on a soft gear. She looked around, but couldn't find anything that would have made the sound. Clutching her towel to her breast, she fled to the bedroom, and jumped into the sheets, tossing the towel to the floor. "I'm going crazy. There can't be anything here, I just got the place. Elise, you need to calm down..." She closed her eyes, and began to drift off, thinking of what she would do if there were cameras in place. The simple thought made her sex light up like a fire. She squeezed her thighs together in half sleep, sending a slow ripple of pleasure through her body.
She thought of her landlord, who seemed to be a bit of a recluse, she also knew he was immensely handsome. No one seemed to know more than that. At their first meeting, I seemed to drill his emerald eyes deep into her soul. She felt he saw her for what and who she truly was. It left her weak and breathless. His silky voice only said. "Welcome. I hope you can live up to the rules I have in place here." Her hand slipped between her legs and felt the burning heat of her wetness, bringing a taste to her lips. She imagined it was his finger, slowly circling its way between the folds of her, invading the wetness there and finally finding the sweet release inside her. She moaned softly, squeezing her legs tighter, pressing deeper and deeper until her orgasm exploded into her, leaving her weak and panting. She feel asleep to the memory of his voice...
"Welcome..."
She woke up late the next morning, rushing through her morning routine, semi aware of the thoughts she had the previous night, opting to do her morning ritual in her thong. She flounced, and pranced, the smile on her face infecting every inch of her movement. She was excited at the simple prospect of being watching by Him. Finally ready, she made her way through the hall to the elevator. She pressed the button and waited, giggling softly to herself at the absurdity of her morning. But her breath caught the moment the doors opened. There he was, pressed suit making the silhouette of his body all sharp angles and lines. His dark chestnut hair slicked back perfectly, not a single hair out of place. And those eyes...
"Elise..." He said simply. She walked in hesitantly, clutching her bag close to her. The elevator was small, and his presence so huge, he seemed to be breathing down her back. She shivered, aching the entire way down. The doors opened a floor before hers and He brushed past, the scent of fine cologne following him.
"I'll have those sheets washed for you."
And he was gone. Her heart beat faster and harder than she'd ever known it could. He knew...he knew...and she loved that he knew...
Elise arrived home from work exhausted. It was a long and hard day, full of people that never seemed happy or grateful for what she was doing for them. She input her code into the lock and the door clicked open. She immediately froze. She had almost forgotten everything that had happen this morning. Her breath caught in her chest, she became jittery and almost giggly. What am I thinking...this is the opposite of a safe place She began to panic, but then realized...this was excitement. This was anticipation. This was making her wetter every second she stood here. She panted silently, closed her eyes, and slowly took a step into the apartment. The door closed behind her, and clicked shut and then locked behind her.
She was greeted with silence. Not a single sound met her in the room. She opened her eyes. Everything was in place. Someone had come into her apartment and unpacked everything she had neglected the night before. Her apartment was spotless. She walked into her room and dropped her bag just inside the door, and froze. The bed was made. She hadn't left it that way. She walked to it slowly, her excitement building with each step. Set just below her pillows was a black box, wrapped in a crimson ribbon. All that was written on the card was her name, in bold but elegantly cursive letters. She brought the card to her nose. It smells like him she thought. It sent shivers through her body, her legs almost buckling. Opting for sitting rather than falling, she felt the sheets under her. Black and satin. Very much an upgrade from the jersey sheets she was used to. She opened the box, untying the ribbon, being careful not to bend or wrinkle it. Inside was scarlet rose, sitting on a bed of yet more black satin. She smiled, smelling the rose, and was shocked to find it smelled of him as was.
She pulled back the black satin, and blushed immediately at what it covered. An elegant silver bullet vibrator sat inside. A note was sitting beside it in the same elegant .
"Take the risk, but if you do...there's no turning back"
She was shaking like a leaf, confused, excited, nervous all in one ball of emotions. Ever so slowly, she pulled down her panties under her skirt, took the little vibrator in hand, finding no button or switch to flip confused her, but still she slid in inside her soft folds. It acted like a dildo, yet covered the entire line of her slit, clit and all. She found it help comfortably. She waited, expecting something but...nothing came. She looked around, confused. is it not working? Did I do something wrong? she thought. She began to get frustrated, and a bit embarrassed at her actions. This is dumb. He's just pulling some prank, and I'm going to feel like an idiot every time I see him. She reached down, touching the vibrator to pull it out, and it immediately leaped to life, bringing fourth powerful vibrations deep inside her. Her legs buckled, hands gripped the sheets beneath her. She felt a dribble of wetness slide down her leg, and moaned a loud and long moan. She pressed her legs together, bringing the vibrator deeper inside her, waves and waves of vibrations cascading through her body. Her orgasm was close, begging to be released. Its build reaching a crashing climax that threatened to shatter her....
And it stopped. She lay there panting heavily, shaking.
A soft chuckle rumbled through the whole room.
"That was incredibly beautiful, Elise. I cannot tell you how pleasing that was to watch. However, you haven't earned your climax yet. You see, you left my apartment a wreck this morning, and more than that, left me hard all night watching your naked body writhe in your sheets."
She couldn't breathe. Her eyes snapped open that the sound of his voice. She didn't dare move. She couldn't tell where it came from, or where he was watching from, but...it made her breathless and excited.
"I'm...sorry..." she trailed off, unsure as to what to call him. He didn't leave her waiting long.
"Sir." his sonorous voice bounded through her, filling her.
"I'm sorry, Sir..."
"You'll learn in time, Little One. You do understand what you've started here tonight, I assume?"
Elise nodded emphatically, still on her back, legs clenched tight together.
"There are rules. First, the moment you enter this room, you are Mine. Second, there are a pair of panties in your top left drawer. They will be replaced nightly. You will wear only those while in this apartment, and nothing else. When you leave, they will be what you wear beneath your clothing. But your sex will be constantly wrapped in what I give you."
Each word was making her even more weak. His voice was calming, but demanding, soothing, but full of intent. She knew she could always follow this voice, no matter what it asked.
"Last...you will never take that little gift from between your legs unless asked to...I will give you pleasure whenever I wish it...and you may never know when or if it will come."
She nodded again, surrendering fully to his voice. Slowly, she walked to the top left drawer, opened it to find a black lace thong sitting a top her regular undies. She slowly stripped off every stitch of her clothing, being sure to wriggle her ass, every inch the sultry and sexy woman He saw in her. They fit perfectly, and the thought of him knowing...giving what she wore, excited her even more.
The vibrator clicked on again, this time a deep and slow pulsing.
"Very good girl..."
She smiled to herself, moaning gently at the sound of His words.
"Thank you, Sir..
