I arrive and I am greeted at the door. After pleasantries have completed, she assumes her position for presentation. She stands facing me, hands behind her back, chin down. I use my hands to feel the outline of her breasts. She knows the standards for presentation are no undergarments. So I check for a bra by tracing the outside of each breast, finalizing my inspection by squeezing each breast firmly in my hands and lifting them to ensure there is nothing there. Her gasps and sighs let me know my touch is having the desired effect.

I follow up by sliding my hands along her hips feeling for the telltale lines of panties. Knowing that thong can be hidden, I run my hand up the crack of her ass. And lastly I reach down and lift her skirt, another requirement, to access her pussy. My hands slide between her legs and I can feel the heat and dampness beginning.

Pleased that standards have been met, I raise her chin and give her a soft lingering kiss to reward her successful presentation. I then send her off to the kitchen to retrieve my drink. A glass of a bourbon of my choice, short glass, two ice cubes, three-quarter filled. I then take my seat in the library and await her return. Presentation has a physical toll on her and she gathers herself before scurrying away to complete her task.

My drink is offered to me for inspection. She knows that too little, too much, or the wrong number of ice cubes can result in immediate training with a paddle, so she takes the task seriously. She stands in front of me waiting for my response. “Very good” lets her know she’s completed her task sufficiently. I then motion for her to take her place. She proceeds to sit on the floor at my feet.

Conversations flow and we carry on for some time. Tales of accomplishments or hurdles of the day are shared. Plans are formulated for the rest of the evening to include meals and entertainment. Smalltalk flows freely as we genuinely enjoy each other’s company and have been friends for decades.

At a random point I will interrupt the conversation by raising my finger which she knows is the signal to stop talking. I then announce that it is time for her second presentation. She quickly responds with, “Yes, Sir.”
She stands and adjusts the ottoman to the right distance from me. She removes her glasses and positions her feet close to mine while facing away from me. She then lifts her skirt up above her ass so it rests on her lower back as she ends at the waist and leans on the ottoman. I give her directions to move closer, spread her legs more, bend over more, whatever he stance needs to be perfect and she quickly complies.

Presentation two is my opportunity to admire my pussy, my ass, and that tight asshole of hers. I start by gently caressing her ass, taking in the softness and warmth of her skin, first with one hand and then two. I squeeze those lush cheeks firmly increasing the sensations. I raise a hand and bring it down sharply onto one cheek, making the statement, “There needed to be a red handprint to make it perfect.” I repeat this on the other cheek. Symmetry is important.

Using my thumbs, I spread those cheeks showing off that little asshole. Her sighs let me know she likes that. Then my thumbs trail down to her inner thighs and I again pull them to the side spreading her pussy lips open wide exposing her already dripping opening. She has what she refers to as waterfalls where she doesn’t squirt as much as fluids freely flow out. The more I pull apart her lips, the more she flows. After a few moments and a now damp floor, I release her lips to admire the dampness.

I lightly run my finger over her outer labia, teasing it, one side and then the other. Her hips start rocking as she craves a firmer touch, but I deny her wishes. The more she moves, the more I tease. The more I tease the more the waterfalls flood out of her. I keep doing this knowing her hip movements will increase, and when they get to that point I again raise my hand and strike her cheek firmly with that stinging slap. “Stop moving” I say firmly and she struggles to regain her control. “Behave” I say softly as I repeat that strike on the other cheek because again, symmetry.

I go back to teasing her lips but with just the tip of my index finger. I use it to pull her lips apart searching for her clit. I don’t tease it, or rub it. I simply apply pressure to it, holding my hand still. Fluids splash onto my hand as I know it is having the desired effect. “Don’t you dare move those hips.” She mumbles a “Yes, Sir.” After just a few moments, I slide my finger up her slit until I find that now soaked opening. I tease the opening with just the tip of my finger and I hear a moan escape from her.

Firmly, and forcefully I slide my finger inside her as deeply as I can. I use my finger to explore her inner walls finding that G spot and massage it gently. Her hips start moving as she tries to fuck my finger. Using my free hand I grab her ass cheek and tell her to stop moving. She tries, but she doesn’t do well. “Do you want me to stop?” She takes a deep breath and says, “Please don’t, Sir.” She knows she isn’t allowed to use the word “No” with me.

I push against her with my finger moving it ever so slightly to give her the sensation without the full effect of finger fucking her. I slowly slide it out making sure it is sufficiently wet. I pull apart her ass cheeks again and press my damp finger against her asshole. Wiggling the finger slightly it is finally accepted and I slowly slide it in. She presses back letting me know she likes it. “My naughty girl likes my finger in her ass.” She moans out a “Yes, Sir.” Slowly I bury my index finger fully in her ass. It’s warm and tight and the waterfalls continue.

With my thumb I massage the opening to her vagina. This sensation is almost too much for her and it reaches a pinnacle when I use my other hand to find her clit and I apply pressure to it as well. “Oooh” escapes her mouth as she is in full blown sexual pleasure. When her hips start bucking against my hand I know it’s time. I slide my finger out of her, push her away and say, “That should complete presentation two.”

She takes a moment to gather herself. After getting her legs beneath herself, she stands. She grabs her glasses and lowers her skirt. She then turns to face me and I motion she may be seated. She asks for permission to place a towel on the floor where her waterfalls had gathered and I approve. After carefully placing the towel she takes her seat.

“Did you forget something?” She looks at me a tad bit puzzled. I put up my finger and say, “You forgot to clean up your mess.” Eagerly she sits forward and says, “Yes, of course Sir.” Closing her eyes she hungrily takes my finger deep into her mouth. She sucks firmly, rubbing her tongue all over it getting all of her off my finger. I let her enjoy the flavors and feelings for a few moments and announce, “That’s sufficient” and remove her finger. She has a look of disappointment as she wanted more, but I motion for her to take her seat.

This is how every evening with D starts. I will share some of our experiences and how they progress from these two presentations. It will be a journey of submission and dominance. She has a certain pleasure she derives from the pain of a paddle, my hand, a riding crop, or other implements that cause pain, and if you like this story, I’ll share those as well. I will preface those stories that they are done intimately, not with cruelty. She is more than a willing submissive, and if I’m being honest, I’ve been a less than enthusiastic dominant. She claims I’m a natural and I do find I enjoy it.