An excerpt from Innocence Tempted the prequel to Generational Sins
I returned to the living room where she was waiting patiently on the couch. “Stand up and take off your clothes,” I commanded. I deliberately didn’t look her in the eye, instead focusing on putting the pillow on the floor and stretching out the rope so that she could see it. By not making eye contact she would have less of an opportunity to argue. My expectations were clear.
She stood and shifted her weight from foot to foot. She made no move toward stripping.
“I won’t tell you twice,” I said.
“What? You mean now?” she stammered. She was not confused. She just wanted me to make it easy on her.
“Yes, Katlyn. Strip. Now. And I won’t tolerate your lack of respect. If you want me anywhere near you, you will respect my orders.”
“Sorry, Sir,” she said. She took off her shoes and then slowly made to undo the buttons of her shirt. I watched her undress. The slight tremor in her hands revealed her nervousness. She managed to get her shirt and pants off without too much trouble, but her bra and panties proved a little harder. I knew it could be intimidating. I had touched her, but I hadn’t made her strip for me. In fact I had seen very little of her body. I wondered if she’d ever really been on display like this before. I was guessing not. Peeling clothes off in the heat of the moment was very different from standing alone and undressing while someone else watched. All things considered, she was doing well.
I didn’t want to push too hard. The first couple of sessions were always the hardest with a new sub. Even if you talked about it up front, when it came time for action you never really knew how far to go the first few times. So you made the best decisions that you could and reminded the sub that there were always safewords. The comfort would come with time.
I didn’t think that she was going to be able to do it on her own so I decided to cut her a little slack. “Stop,” I said. “Turn around slowly. I want to see you.” She hesitated, but did what I asked.
She really was. She had a great natural shape that wasn’t developed in a gym, but was slender and feminine.
She unconsciously crossed her arms across her stomach. “No, no, no. Lift your hair up. Put your hands on top of your head.” She blushed hard, but did what I asked, revealing the graceful curve of her neck and lifting her whole posture. I crossed the room to her and put my hands firmly on her hips.
“You are absolutely stunning, Katlyn. There is nothing about your body that I will ever find unattractive.” I ran my hands up her sides, over her stomach, pulling her back against my chest and speaking in her ear: “You will not hide from me. I am going to enjoy looking at you, and you will not deny me that pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy. She was relaxing under my touch. The close proximity would eliminate most of the discomfort that came from being naked in my presence.
“Good girl,” I praised. I took a small step back. “Keep going. I want you bare.”
She swallowed hard before reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. She dropped it on the floor in front of her and then slowly lowered her panties, giving me a great view of her ass in the process. My cock was loving this.
“Put your hands back up and make a nice slow circle for me.” She followed my instructions without a word, and I told her repeatedly how much I approved of her appearance. Somehow though, I got the impression that she didn’t believe me. We were going to work on that. By the time she left for school I was going to make sure she knew how powerful her body was.
“Very nice, Katlyn. Come here and hold your wrists out in front of you.”
This part she seemed to have no trouble with. The rope in my hands didn’t seem to be intimidating to her at all, but being naked in front of me was. She really was a puzzle.
I took her forearms in my hands and gently stroked the skin down to her wrists. The tremor was gone from her hands, her nakedness forgotten. I worked at half my normal speed, letting her adjust to the feel of the rope as I tied her wrists together. It wasn’t tight, just enough to adapt her to the idea of being bound.
“Wiggle your fingers for me.” She flexed her fingers. “Feel okay?”
“Good girl.” I kept her bound wrists in one hand and pulled her closer to me. I placed a couple of open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone just so I could watch her pulse race. So fucking hot.
“On your knees, Katlyn.”