She hadn't spoken to him all day when she decided to call him to see what time he was coming home for dinner. They had talked yesterday about their plans for tonight, trying to decide what they would do since their child was staying with grandma for the night.  She listened into the phone until she heard his deep voice, "Hello," he said.  "Hi babe, do you want to go to the movies tonight?"  "And what would you like to see?" she asked him.

He murmured something deep in his throat. "What would I like to see?" His voice suddenly taking on this sexy quality. "How about you, tied up, a little slave girl waiting for her master?"

"A slave girl?" She laughed. "How about a leather clad dominatrix, ready to crack the whip on her pet?"

He was quiet for a moment. "How about we do that tomorrow?"  She couldn't help but laugh with him.

"How about you think what movie you want to see, and I'll get dinner ready. Okay?" He was still laughing as she hung up the phone.

What made her decide to do it, she would never know. But she had about an hour to get ready before he would be home. She wasn't sure what a slave girl might wear, but she knew what he liked. A satin bra and panties, thigh-high stockings, and her sexiest pair of heels.

She looked around trying to decide the best place to tie herself up. The living room had a big hook in the ceiling where she had a hanging plant. He wanted a tied-up slave girl, well, she would be tied up waiting for him.

She had just gotten everything into place when she heard his key in the lock. She shivered with excitement, knowing he would be surprised and that this would be an interesting little romp between the two of them.

"I'm home!" he called, swinging the door open. His mouth dropped open at the site of her.  She was dressed in her sexy lingerie, hands pulled up over her head and tied to the hook in the ceiling with a black scarf. She looked so alluring, arms stretched up like that, her breasts thrusting towards him, her legs beautifully shaped by the heels she wore. She had even tied another scarf around her mouth. He could feel his cock already starting to grow with anticipation.   "I guess this means we aren't going to a movie tonight?"

"uuuhhhhHuhhhhhh." She made an attempt to struggle against the self-imposed bondage,  her breasts jiggling in the too small bra.

He crossed to the room, quickly reaching out to run his hands along the curves of her breast, feeling her nipple harden under his touch. "Oh, man.... I can't believe you did this!" He lowered his head to kiss the soft flesh that was swelling over the edge of her bra, his tongue flicking down the tender valley between her breasts.

His hands snaked down her sides,  working around to cup the cheeks of her ass. Holding her tightly against him, he pressed his cock to her center and her hard nipples rubbed his chest. Slipping one finger into her pussy, he felt her love juices seeping through the panties she wore. "A little excited, are we?" he laughed.

Retreating, he stared at her, he loved watching her squirm.  With casual deliberateness, he undressed, knowing she was also watching. His cock boldly stood at attention, slick with pre-cum. Stepping up to her, his manhood brushed against her smooth stomach as he leaned in close to kiss her.  He placed his lips against the thin material of the gag and blew into her mouth. His hands ran up her body, to her arms, touching the scarf that was tied around her wrists.

"Are you my slave girl?" he asked. She nodded, her body trembling as he kissed her gently in all her secret places. Licking slowly down her spine, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them off her.

Standing behind her, he slid the head of his cock between her legs, feeling it glide effortlessly in between her wet pussy lips. The head of his cock rubbed against her hard clit, making her moan into the gag with each stroke. His hands massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples and his mouth nipped at her shoulder.

He pulled her hips to him, spreading her legs wide, planting his hard cock inside her wet pussy, he began to pump, thrusting his hips forward hard and fast, his balls slamming against her ass with each stroke.

As she arched her back, the first waves of orgasm ripped through her. She climaxed hard and her body trembled with such an unbelievable force that his arms had to keep her from falling. The muscles of her cunt squeezed around the base of his cock until he emptied his seed deep into her belly.

Removing the gag, he kissed her, his tongue wetting her dry lips. "You really surprised me," he told her.

"I thought that was what you wanted to see," she said, a trace of laughter in her voice. "Untie me now?"

"Untie you?" His fingers stroked the underside of her left arm, the soft skin exposed by the way she was bound. "I don't think so. Not quite yet. The evening is young."

He silenced her objection with another kiss, his fingers doing things to make her squirm beneath him. "After all, you are my little slave girl tonight, right?"

She smiled, nodding. "Tonight I am your slave girl," she said. Her smile grew wicked. "But tomorrow, remember, you said it would be my turn." He recalled the "dominatrix" comment she'd made earlier.

"I think I smell trouble brewing," he said with a smile.