Bought By The Billionaire

… tonight will be the ‘unwrapping’ of my Master’s birthday present.

Because my hair is foxy, I do not care for wearing red as a colour. Perhaps it is the colour of love, but for me, it clashes. Instead, I have chosen green, a sumptuous deep shade in satin and lace, that sets off my Celtic pale skin, and complements my hair.

So, I am wearing a moss green bodice, underwired to support my large, and otherwise slightly pendulous breasts, and to enhance my cleavage. It is made up at the front with ‘untie me’ laces. The matching panties are scanty, and also of the tie kind. Carefully I make up the panty side laces into a bow, of the sort that might easily be undone by, say, teeth. My stockings are of the lacy-topped, hold-up variety, revealing the smooth curve of my thighs, inviting entry within.

Over the whole, I am wearing a full-length sheer silk negligee, also green: almost, but not quite transparent, hinting at what lies beneath, without actually revealing it.

My bedroom is carefully laid out and I hope that my Master will be pleased. There are candles and strategically placed cuffs, ropes and silk scarfs. I have champagne waiting in an ice bucket, and something to eat; tiny, bite-sized smoked salmon sandwiches, followed by strawberries and cream.

The door buzzes. “Hello, Elizabeth. It’s me.” Stepping into the lounge, my Master stops in mid-stride as he sees me.

He stands there smiling, teeth showing white against his tan, the smile growing broader and more approving as he takes in my outfit. Dressed in his usual out-of-work casual white linen shirt and black jeans, he looks, as always, just amazing.

“Happy Birthday,” I say, hand on hip, posing a little for him.

“Indeed,” he says. “a very Happy Birthday for me. It’s looking promising so far.”

He steps forward and grabs me by the wrist, pulling me under the ceiling lights. “Come here. I want to look at you.” Then spinning me around by the shoulders, he stands back for a better view.

blue, blue eyes are deep and the smile has been replaced by intensity. I can almost taste his lust, rising to match my own spiralling passion, and I revel in it. This man is my Master, and oddly, that gives me a kind

you like something to drink?”

drink,” he replies. “Eating can wait a while.

commands as, head back, his eyes narrow almost to slits. He sips from the champagne flute as I revolve slowly for him. Then, realising he wants a performance from me, I start to run my hands over the silky fabric of the

“I’d like to see the rest of my birthday

Master,” I reply obediently, “But this is not all of your

champagne glass pauses halfway to his lips as I say this, and I see that, under the line of his clothing, he has an erection. I wonder how well, and how long,

to fall to one side, revealing my stockinged leg. I bend the knee a little

already crinkling nipples, their pink deepening to rose. I do not wish to remove the bodice itself. That is my Master’s privilege and as I fondle my breasts, one in each hand, tweaking and rolling my nipples, I imagine the moment

stomach, I insert fingers into and under the top of my panties, watching closely as my Master’s mesmerised eyes follow every move. With the other hand, I slip fingers in between my legs, noticing that the green silk there is

“Come closer.”

me as he wishes, smell my desire for him. Hands on my hips, he pulls me close and presses his face into

ground. “Elizabeth, you are absolutely ‘Fuck-me’ beautiful.” he mutters, then starts pulling at the

the rest of your birthday

pauses with almost a sharp intake of breath. With a thrill, I see he is struggling for self-control, cock bulging through his black jeans. His breathing is growing heavier. “Go on then,”

bedroom.” I hold out a hand, inviting him