I feel on top of the world. I always do, when latex tightly hugs my body and shines on every curve. Tonight, it's even more special. As I make myself comfortable, I look at the girl kneeling on the pillow next to me. She looks at me for a moment, her pixie cut framing her pretty face, and she smiles nervously.
"Good girl, Jessi," I tell her quietly, and she lowers her head again. The tension in her muscles is noticeable, her breathing quickens with every opening door. All this is new to her, I know. I am still a little new to her, as well. We've been dating for a few months now, and I think she is ready to go out into the world. The club I first visited years ago, as a sub myself, hasn't changed much over the years. The atmosphere is energetic, the air thick with want and need and expectations. And now I am here with her, her eyes seeking mine for reassurance like mine once sought another's. Switching really is the best of both worlds.
"Good girl, Jessi," I tell her quietly, and she lowers her head again. The tension in her muscles is noticeable, her breathing quickens with every opening door. All this is new to her, I know. I am still a little new to her, as well. We've been dating for a few months now, and I think she is ready to go out into the world. The club I first visited years ago, as a sub myself, hasn't changed much over the years. The atmosphere is energetic, the air thick with want and need and expectations. And now I am here with her, her eyes seeking mine for reassurance like mine once sought another's. Switching really is the best of both worlds.
It looks like she is slowly relaxing, her position brings her peace of mind, I know. I snap my fingers to get her attention. She perks up immediately, and I smile, nodding.
"Let me see you."
She gets up gracefully, stretching her legs a bit before lifting her arms and folding her hands behind her head. I look at her shoes, her shiny latex Lolita shoes. She outdid herself tonight. The cuffs on her ankles are too rough for her, they don't fit with her delicate frame, but we choose them because she loved them, said they made her feel humble. I secretly purchased a matching collar - one of these days I will close it around her lovely slender neck, and she will be mine.
My eyes roam up her legs, her stockings. Tiny panties, tied on her hips with little laces, the latex bodice. Oh, the latex bodice - it fits her like a second skin, shined to perfection, gleaming in the candle light. I was thrilled when I found out she shares my love for leather and latex, corsets and bodices, stockings and high heels. All the running she does shows and I can look at her for hours. Right now, however, I have different plans.
"Let me see you."
She gets up gracefully, stretching her legs a bit before lifting her arms and folding her hands behind her head. I look at her shoes, her shiny latex Lolita shoes. She outdid herself tonight. The cuffs on her ankles are too rough for her, they don't fit with her delicate frame, but we choose them because she loved them, said they made her feel humble. I secretly purchased a matching collar - one of these days I will close it around her lovely slender neck, and she will be mine.
My eyes roam up her legs, her stockings. Tiny panties, tied on her hips with little laces, the latex bodice. Oh, the latex bodice - it fits her like a second skin, shined to perfection, gleaming in the candle light. I was thrilled when I found out she shares my love for leather and latex, corsets and bodices, stockings and high heels. All the running she does shows and I can look at her for hours. Right now, however, I have different plans.
I get up slowly, circling around her for a moment. I hold still behind her, resting my hands on her hips. I slide them up her waist, the smooth latex under my fingers inviting me to touch more, caress more. I cup her breasts for a moment, then wrap my hands lightly around her throat, and finally resting them before her eyes.
"How do you feel about a blindfold, Jessi?"
I feel the muscles moving under my hands as she smiles, and nods slightly.
"I would like that, Miss Gemma."
She learns quickly, and I like that in a woman. Lucky I thought to bring the blindfold, instead of leaving it in my purse. Carefully, I place it over her eyes, ruffling her hair over it and kissing her temple. My hand finds her, and I guide her to the low bondage bench standing a few feet away. Gently pushing on her shoulders, she sits down, leaning back. I fasten her arms above her head, thinking for a moment what I'd like to do with her legs. Running my hands along her thigh, her knee, her calve, I place her leg on the side of the bench. She squirms as I pull her other leg over the side of the bench as well, leaving her open, exposed. Curious eyes follow our movements, and I am glad I blindfolded her.
"Hush, girl," I whisper in her ear, one hand in her hair to calm her, "You are stunning, absolutely stunning."
My fingertips run along her chest, the curve of her breast. Slowly moving along the closure of her bodice I feel her body shiver, arching up against my hand. Knowing she's drifting, I slip my hand to the side of her hip, undoing the laces of her panties, and pulling them off.
"How do you feel about a blindfold, Jessi?"
I feel the muscles moving under my hands as she smiles, and nods slightly.
"I would like that, Miss Gemma."
She learns quickly, and I like that in a woman. Lucky I thought to bring the blindfold, instead of leaving it in my purse. Carefully, I place it over her eyes, ruffling her hair over it and kissing her temple. My hand finds her, and I guide her to the low bondage bench standing a few feet away. Gently pushing on her shoulders, she sits down, leaning back. I fasten her arms above her head, thinking for a moment what I'd like to do with her legs. Running my hands along her thigh, her knee, her calve, I place her leg on the side of the bench. She squirms as I pull her other leg over the side of the bench as well, leaving her open, exposed. Curious eyes follow our movements, and I am glad I blindfolded her.
"Hush, girl," I whisper in her ear, one hand in her hair to calm her, "You are stunning, absolutely stunning."
My fingertips run along her chest, the curve of her breast. Slowly moving along the closure of her bodice I feel her body shiver, arching up against my hand. Knowing she's drifting, I slip my hand to the side of her hip, undoing the laces of her panties, and pulling them off.
Goosebumps appear the moment the cool air hits her bare flesh, and I caress her thigh, calming her. Teasing her. I can see her juices have stained her panties, and my fingers lightly dance over her moist lips.
"You look... needy, Jessi," I breathe into her ear, seeing her nipples harden under the layer of latex. She nods, her lips trembling. She moves about as much as she can, trying to press herself against my hand. My grip on her hair tightens, pulling her head back against the bench. Understanding, she stills, relaxing back against the bench. My fingertips caress every inch of her skin, tracing along the bands of her stockings, along the garters holding them up. Just below the edge of her bodice, tracing patterns till she whimpers quietly, turning her head from one side to the other.
"P... please..."
I lean down to kiss her hungrily as I cup her mound, the palm of my hand pressing down in slow, firm circles. As I feel her need on my hand, I pull back and graze my teeth along the perfect, smooth skin of her neck. "Not here, girl. You are going to wait till we get home."
A frustrated sigh escapes from her throat, and I press my middle fingers between her lips, resting the tip against her entrance.
"You are not going to whine about that, are you, Jessi?"
She groans, somewhere between frustration and need, and I continue to press against her, her clitoris flat against my hand, agonizingly slow circles. Even that will be too much to bare, at one point, I know, and that is just the point I want to reach. My hand moves from her hair to her neck, to her shoulder, holding her down against the red leather. Tiny beads of sweat start to form on her forehead, her skin the first thing to betray how close she is. I notice the tightening of her muscles, the slow movements of her hips, and with a satisfied grin, I pull my hand away form her.
Quiet whispers drift from the crowd as her mouth opens in a silent cry. Finally, a dry sob escapes her throat and I lean down over her, undoing the bindings on the cuffs.
"You look... needy, Jessi," I breathe into her ear, seeing her nipples harden under the layer of latex. She nods, her lips trembling. She moves about as much as she can, trying to press herself against my hand. My grip on her hair tightens, pulling her head back against the bench. Understanding, she stills, relaxing back against the bench. My fingertips caress every inch of her skin, tracing along the bands of her stockings, along the garters holding them up. Just below the edge of her bodice, tracing patterns till she whimpers quietly, turning her head from one side to the other.
"P... please..."
I lean down to kiss her hungrily as I cup her mound, the palm of my hand pressing down in slow, firm circles. As I feel her need on my hand, I pull back and graze my teeth along the perfect, smooth skin of her neck. "Not here, girl. You are going to wait till we get home."
A frustrated sigh escapes from her throat, and I press my middle fingers between her lips, resting the tip against her entrance.
"You are not going to whine about that, are you, Jessi?"
She groans, somewhere between frustration and need, and I continue to press against her, her clitoris flat against my hand, agonizingly slow circles. Even that will be too much to bare, at one point, I know, and that is just the point I want to reach. My hand moves from her hair to her neck, to her shoulder, holding her down against the red leather. Tiny beads of sweat start to form on her forehead, her skin the first thing to betray how close she is. I notice the tightening of her muscles, the slow movements of her hips, and with a satisfied grin, I pull my hand away form her.
Quiet whispers drift from the crowd as her mouth opens in a silent cry. Finally, a dry sob escapes her throat and I lean down over her, undoing the bindings on the cuffs.
She breathes hard, trying to regain her composure, and I wrap my arms around her, untying the blindfold. Her muscles are so tense she is shaking violently, tense from want and need and frustration and self control. It is how I love her most - fighting her body's response, controlling herself, even though her expressive face shows it is almost painful. In a daze, she follows me back to the chair, hardly noticing the people looking on, smiling kindly, nodding. Some familiar faces giving me the thumbs up.
I sit down and she automatically sinks to her knees, her eyes unfocused. I pull her head against my thigh, petting her quietly. This couldn't have gone better. Perhaps next time, she will get her satisfaction here, when she is more used to the people, the place. For now, she definitely deserves a reward, but she will have to wait just a bit longer.
Slowly, with every stroke of her hair, I feel her relaxing against me. Her eyes closed and her hand on my thigh, she seems like the perfect girl. And I think she just may be. I leave her to rest for a bit, enjoying the moment, before tipping her chin up to look at me.
"Are you ready to go home and get your reward, love?"
A grin spread across her face, but she doesn't answer right away. Just as I am wondering if it was too soon to ask, she mumbles, "I like it here, Gems. Maybe we can stay for half an hour more?"
With a chuckle, I let go of her chin and pet her hair.
Yes, this may work out very well.
I sit down and she automatically sinks to her knees, her eyes unfocused. I pull her head against my thigh, petting her quietly. This couldn't have gone better. Perhaps next time, she will get her satisfaction here, when she is more used to the people, the place. For now, she definitely deserves a reward, but she will have to wait just a bit longer.
Slowly, with every stroke of her hair, I feel her relaxing against me. Her eyes closed and her hand on my thigh, she seems like the perfect girl. And I think she just may be. I leave her to rest for a bit, enjoying the moment, before tipping her chin up to look at me.
"Are you ready to go home and get your reward, love?"
A grin spread across her face, but she doesn't answer right away. Just as I am wondering if it was too soon to ask, she mumbles, "I like it here, Gems. Maybe we can stay for half an hour more?"
With a chuckle, I let go of her chin and pet her hair.
Yes, this may work out very well.
Styling, photography and erotica: Voice Restless
Models: AnneMarie Somersley & ForeignThoughts Resident
WS Furniture used:
::WS:: Mistress Chair
::WS:: Bondage Bench
(Cuffs and blindfold provided with the bench)
Models: AnneMarie Somersley & ForeignThoughts Resident
WS Furniture used:
::WS:: Mistress Chair
::WS:: Bondage Bench
(Cuffs and blindfold provided with the bench)
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