(continued from part 1)
J left his car at the restaurant and I drove us back to my place. He was tipsy and talkative and I let him ramble–I like it when he’s unguarded. Perhaps it’s a shame that he requires scotch and my disappointment to get to that place, but I enjoy it nonetheless. Besides that, and for whatever reason, I feel slightly more comfortable in my own skin when he’s open and eager. I was a little nervous that night, and I felt better knowing he had a few drinks in him.
In a conversation months earlier, I mentioned to J that someday, I wanted to try dressing “full Dominatrix”–outfitting myself in all the sexy leather I could find. While it isn’t something I’d want to do all the time, I was curious about what it might feel like to “role play” as a hypersexualized, stereotypical, hetero-male-porn-fantasy-style Dominatrix. In the months that followed, I quietly collected pieces here and there and picked up the last piece at the fetish shop earlier that afternoon.
When we got to my place, I was eager to get dressed (or, undressed and redressed, as it were). I left him downstairs and told him to entertain himself–it might take a while for me to get ready.I went up to my bedroom, gathered up the pieces of the outfit, and set about putting myself together.
It took a half an hour to get dressed and ready, but I enjoyed the preparation–playing dress-up was fun and I was so excited to see his reaction. I went “full Domme” in almost all new pieces: a black leather, sweetheart cut, halter style, overbust corset with steel buckles on the busk; a black leather miniskirt with a deep slit on the thigh; a pearl g-string; black leather thigh-high boots with stainless steel 4.5″ stiletto heels; and elbow length black lambskin gloves.
I spent a small fortune on the outfit, and I fucking hate boots, but I loved the way it looked–it was over-the-top sexy.
After I was dressed, I went to the vanity to find the new red lipstick I bought for the occasion. I don’t typically wear red lipstick–I’m too pale to pull it off–but the outfit demanded it. I fumbled with the plastic wrap on the tube for a minute before I realized I needed to take off the gloves. I didn’t realize they would affect my dexterity as much as they did.
After I applied the lipstick, I decided to lose the pearl g-string. It would get in the way later and I didn’t want to fumble around removing it with clumsy gloved hands. I tossed it in the closet and pulled the gloves back on.
I took a last look in the full-length mirror and walked to the doorway.
As my steel heels clicked across the wood, I imagined J downstairs listening, and wondering what I was doing up there for so long. I dimmed the lights, called down to him, and after a few moments, I heard his heavy footsteps as he ascended the stairs.
When he reached the landing, I spoke from just inside the door, just out of his sight.
“Stop. Take off your clothes, fold them, and leave them there.”
His clothes were off and folded in less than sixty seconds. He stood naked in the hall and waited for his next instruction.
“You can come in now…”[read “dressing Domme, part 3]
1. Image by Morgan Sherwood; obtained via Wikimedia Commons; licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.
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I didn’t have to lift my skirt much to give him access–it was short enough he could see how wet I was. He shuffled forward and leaned in toward my pussy… [read more]
8:00 pm:You will enter my home and set your things in the entryway. You will remove all of your clothes, fold them, and leave them with your other personal items… [read more]
I pull the leather tight across my thigh, dragging the razor slowly and deliberately over the strop. You seem to relax a little when you see I don’t fumble with the blade… [read more]