Whose Telling Who?

You followed him home
when you saw him
searching the crowd
to select a consort
able to preoccupy
the impulsive shift
of the need to train
after an exhaustive interlude
clocking in hours
to get the new project
refined and approved

There had been no time
to shake the concentration
and evening leisure
had been tucked on the backburner
until the job was complete

Back on home turf
a quick drop-in at The Velvet
had the possibility to produce
an eager submissive
but the varied crowd
seemed too young for
his general taste

He gets inside the door
just getting his coat off
when the bell rings

He doesn't recognize her
and she rapidly blurts out,
"you overlooked me"

See has a boyish buzz cut
a long neck
and casual attire
that in no way
suggests
she would be inclined
to be overpowered

He hadn't seen her during his scan
of the busy place

"You asking me in," she says
"or do I have to drop to my knees already?"

Her feisty spirit
puts him a little off guard
but he responds
"please come in"

She is plump in the chest
something that always draws his fancy

Master quite often demands
that his cock be rubbed
across every acre of them
and that he be used
to incite the nipple
to it's required hardness

"Are we doing this?" she asks

Her blunt impatience
generally wouldn't get her very far,
but he is in a generous mood
and he takes it as a challenge
to perhaps straighten things out

"Are you able to follow instructions?" he prods
"Or are you planning to tell me how this goes?"

"My mouth is yours, Master!"

She pulls an open-mouthed mask
from her bulky handbag

"Did you bring lipstick?" he asks

"I did, Master".

"Hand it over and put on the mask."

"Yes, sir!"

He glides it across her lips
holding her chin firmly in his grip

"You do this right, and I may consider having you back. Understand?"

The raspberry red is a perfect colour
inducing him to pull his hardened member
from his pants

"Will you tie my hands behind my back?  I've got rope in my bag."

"Remember, I ask the questions."

"My apologies, Master."

She is in the crouching position
as he swirls the rope around her wrists
concluding with a tight tug

Both hands grab her scalp
to adjust the placing

"Open," he demands

And he pulls her onto him,
as Master should.