He approached me as usual; held me, kissed me and ran his hands up, over and around my body, as usual; unzipped my dress and stood-back to let it fall and puddle-around my feet, as usual. Then he stood-in, again, held me in the same way and, this time, soothed my bare flesh, as usual. His hands were warm and I could tell his c**k was hard; his lips were as passionate, as wet and as tender as usual. All seemed to be ‘as usual’ but, something seemed to be ‘unusual’. What was it?
The next few steps were ‘as usual’ but the ones that followed weren’t.
My Master placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed me, gently, to the floor where I knelt in the, now, usual way of an obedient submissive. Then he retreated and stripped-off his clothes, placing them, neatly, over a chair and collecting a c
