A submissive lady has been tied to the bed, each arm and wrist tied firmly but not over tightly to each corner of the bed. Her blouse is opened and she mews softly. Again not nastily but firmly because she has been blindfolded and gagged.Not nastily but firmly to arouse and increase her sense of arousal.Nothing severe, perhaps a ball gag, some cuffs, some silk scarves too. What was it I once read? "Most ladies confess to hate being gagged, another quoted it as a must as it 'adds the bubbles to the champange!'"
Prior to this she was dressed "appropiately" in clothing specifically chosen for her liason. Now in sexual anticipation she experimentally tugs at her binds as she lies there in her stockings and underwear.
Who is that lady; that lady is you. How did you get to this point? Ill explain:
youre dressed business like and sexy. sexy underwear, sheer black stockings, cravat, ivory silk blouse and heels you looks assertive, sexual and prim. And youre sat there in the hotel bar looking so arousing, so sexual, several pairs of admiring eyes looking at you fantasising, imagiinng. But only one man here is going to ravish you tonight, drive you crazy, bring you to the limits of your sanity, turn you on so much.
Nervously you unfurl, unfasten your long silk scarf from your neck, sipping from your wine glass slow. You feel your suspender belt strain reassuringly tight as you cross your legs real slow giving a teasing glimpse of stockinged thigh. You feel the wetness upon your panty silk, the black fabric moistening as your heart beats rapidly, the sexual tension building. You check your watch, its time.
He watches you, so turned on, so aroused as you do as he asked. You take the pen and write, write the number on the serviate as instructed as planned, to tell him, tell him your room no, where he can find you to come and find you, touch and ravish you all over. And then with your heart pounding you leave, pulling down on your skirt, your seams so straight and faultless, your shiny black heels clacking on the cold stone floor.
Nervously you enter your room and close the door. For a moment you catch, catch your reflection in the mirror, slowly running your fingers slowly over your sexy raising your skirt to check your stockings are fastened correctly and your seams are straight. As instructed you unful the long silk scarf from your neck and tie it around your sexy eyes, very carefully positioning yourself on the large soft bed. Now youre blindfolded, looking so beautiful so aroused. Again you feel, feel your sex twinge as slowly very slowly you unfasten the first few buttons of your ivory silk blouse. Slowly you run a finger very slowly across your sensitive breasts, your nipples already so hard, so aroused.
And now you await blindfolded, so aroused, the pleasure of an erotic mystery arouser! You moan, moan softly. You heard him, heard him enter the room, shut the door behind him and not nastily, but comfortably and firm hes spread you, each arm and ankle being lashed to the bed at each corner with long sexy silk scarves. Seeing you in this state, hed be aroused very aroused. Teasingly you slowly hed go to work you, stroking and teasing you all over, touching your breasts, using his tounge and running it down your belly button to your neat wet sex. Hed drive you crazy as your head thrashed as you desperately wanted to see this stranger. Slowly he'd remove your silk panties, esing them slowly down your stockinged legs, working your clitoris real slow, teasing it from its little pink bud.
If youd kept your panties on, he'd gently tease you, take it slow, real slow sliding his hands under the black silky fabric, wet with your beautiful arousal. He'd work her work you into a frenzy, again easing your clitoris from its little pink hood and driving you into a frenzy. he'd slip his fingers inside your most sensitive place and bring you to another deep cum. How would it end? This perhaps is only the start.
Who is the mystery arouser? What would you like to happen next? How does this make you feel? How would you like it to end!?
You finish the story or perhaps mail me, finish the story online, privately together.
brg
You finish the story!
Prior to this she was dressed "appropiately" in clothing specifically chosen for her liason. Now in sexual anticipation she experimentally tugs at her binds as she lies there in her stockings and underwear.
Who is that lady; that lady is you. How did you get to this point? Ill explain:
youre dressed business like and sexy. sexy underwear, sheer black stockings, cravat, ivory silk blouse and heels you looks assertive, sexual and prim. And youre sat there in the hotel bar looking so arousing, so sexual, several pairs of admiring eyes looking at you fantasising, imagiinng. But only one man here is going to ravish you tonight, drive you crazy, bring you to the limits of your sanity, turn you on so much.
Nervously you unfurl, unfasten your long silk scarf from your neck, sipping from your wine glass slow. You feel your suspender belt strain reassuringly tight as you cross your legs real slow giving a teasing glimpse of stockinged thigh. You feel the wetness upon your panty silk, the black fabric moistening as your heart beats rapidly, the sexual tension building. You check your watch, its time.
He watches you, so turned on, so aroused as you do as he asked. You take the pen and write, write the number on the serviate as instructed as planned, to tell him, tell him your room no, where he can find you to come and find you, touch and ravish you all over. And then with your heart pounding you leave, pulling down on your skirt, your seams so straight and faultless, your shiny black heels clacking on the cold stone floor.
Nervously you enter your room and close the door. For a moment you catch, catch your reflection in the mirror, slowly running your fingers slowly over your sexy raising your skirt to check your stockings are fastened correctly and your seams are straight. As instructed you unful the long silk scarf from your neck and tie it around your sexy eyes, very carefully positioning yourself on the large soft bed. Now youre blindfolded, looking so beautiful so aroused. Again you feel, feel your sex twinge as slowly very slowly you unfasten the first few buttons of your ivory silk blouse. Slowly you run a finger very slowly across your sensitive breasts, your nipples already so hard, so aroused.
And now you await blindfolded, so aroused, the pleasure of an erotic mystery arouser! You moan, moan softly. You heard him, heard him enter the room, shut the door behind him and not nastily, but comfortably and firm hes spread you, each arm and ankle being lashed to the bed at each corner with long sexy silk scarves. Seeing you in this state, hed be aroused very aroused. Teasingly you slowly hed go to work you, stroking and teasing you all over, touching your breasts, using his tounge and running it down your belly button to your neat wet sex. Hed drive you crazy as your head thrashed as you desperately wanted to see this stranger. Slowly he'd remove your silk panties, esing them slowly down your stockinged legs, working your clitoris real slow, teasing it from its little pink bud.
If youd kept your panties on, he'd gently tease you, take it slow, real slow sliding his hands under the black silky fabric, wet with your beautiful arousal. He'd work her work you into a frenzy, again easing your clitoris from its little pink hood and driving you into a frenzy. he'd slip his fingers inside your most sensitive place and bring you to another deep cum. How would it end? This perhaps is only the start.
Who is the mystery arouser? What would you like to happen next? How does this make you feel? How would you like it to end!?
You finish the story or perhaps mail me, finish the story online, privately together.
brg
You finish the story!
