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I woke up and rolled over to look at the clock. Five am on the dot. *sigh* When Peter arrived last night I was envisioning a weekend at museums with some nice dinners out. He loved to dress up for an evening out and it was always a good time. He was the only boyfriend who transitioned to true friend after the break up.
But then he “stretched out” after the long drive. Did I just air quote my thoughts? What the hell is wrong with me?
He rolled out a yoga mat in the living room and I sat on the couch so we could start catching up. Then, boom, the shirt came off all casual like he was team skin at a backyard football game. He had the muscle tone of a twenty year old competitive swimmer and my whole body flushed the moment he did it. He just chattered along like he wasn’t half naked showing off right in front of me.
Oh and then the cherry on top, he turned around with his ass pointed directly at me and did downward facing dog. Who the hell does that? Don’t get me wrong, it was a great view. He could have been the ass model for the Statue of David. But really…what the hell? He kept chatting about the accident he saw on the drive while modifying the stretch which had the effect of refining the view as well.
It took me hours to fall asleep, and I couldn’t stay asleep. I came close to joining him in the spare bedroom. Two old friends could have a weekend of sex without it complicating things couldn’t they? Couldn’t they? My sheets were a mess and I didn’t feel rested, nor did I feel tired. What I felt was randy as hell.
If I found out he tortured me like this on purpose I was going to…to…well, I don’t know, but it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Who looks better at age fifty than thirty? Men are so damn lucky.
Okay…change of plans. Very quietly I got up and slipped into the bathroom. He was a wonderful and complicated man, but still just a man. I knew he found me attractive. My ex considered me boyish because I had smallish breasts; can’t believe I married that asshole. The man in my spare bedroom loved my body the way it was. I learned how to love myself when he and I dated, and I loved that about him.
I grinned as I stepped into the shower; I also learned a lot about him when we dated. I knew exactly how to make him take notice. Panty hose, sheer clothing, nice shoes, a little leg and he would be putty in my hands. I hadn’t been able to put on a pair of hose in years without thinking of him. I chuckled lightly. Almost made me not hate wearing hose. Almost.
He had always been a light sleeper and I wanted to be fully dressed before he saw me so I rushed and attempted to be quiet at the same time. I soaped up and shaved my legs; the entire leg, not just the standard below the knee I do for work.
Thirty minutes later I was toweled off, trimmed, shaved, plucked and putting on makeup in the mirror. I had been running through outfits in my head. I had a couple brand new pairs of silken mist thigh highs in nude, white and black. Okay…so maybe I had planned on sexing things up a little before the stretching incident. A girl has needs and the two of us had never had problems in bed.
I had originally planned on the thigh highs under jeans, one of his favorite looks, but I hated trying to get out of jeans fast for sex. Yes…at this point I had made the decision we were having sex.
I decided on a new black satin blouse with small sheer sections on both sleeves that showed off my arms nicely. A wrap around skirt and my over priced but beautiful black leather pumps. They were impractical and uncomfortable, but made my legs look great.
He had told me more than once he liked the smell when I take off leather shoes while wearing hose. Well…he made me feel sexy with small breasts so I am not going to complain if he thought my feet “smell” sexy. I just air quoted my thoughts again. I shook my head and sighed. I shrugged and admired myself in the mirror. Besides, I thought, he always volunteered to give foot rubs when my feet smelled sexy and those were to die for.
I wouldn’t pass for twenty, but I looked pretty damn good. Oh he was going to pay attention to me this morning. I slowly turned just my head toward the door and listened for any movement in the house. Absolute silence.
I put away the last of my makeup and no longer attempting to be quiet walked across the hardwood floor of the living room with my heels signature sound echoing from the wood and stone. The sound grew sharper as I crossed from the wood of the living room onto the tile of the kitchen. I paused listening again. Still nothing.
I pulled down a bag of organic whole beans and ran them through the mill. I stopped and listened again. Hmph…still nothing. Used to be he woke up at any tiny sound.
I put the coffee into the larger of my two french presses, added water and took a seat at the table to wait. I really wanted him to wake up, but banging around unnecessarily seemed immature. My walking loudly hadn’t been immature at all. Not at all.
Luckily about that time I heard movement coming from tuzla escort the spare bedroom. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I grabbed a coffee cup from the cupboard and plunged the press. I filled my cup then stood at the counter trying different poses. I wanted his first view of me standing to maximize impact. The heels don’t shape the calf if not standing. After a couple minutes I began feeling silly just standing there waiting, my feet were already hurting a little. I took another drink of my coffee and shifted my weight between feet.
This was feeling more like a first date than coffee with a old friend had any right to. It had been awhile since I set out with such a blatant seduction in mind. Actually…I wasn’t sure I had EVER done it this blatantly. Oh he is going to see through this…what was I thinking?
I decided to sit down but was too late as I heard his nearly silent footsteps just before he entered the kitchen making me straighten in surprise and blush a little.
He stopped dead in his tracks looking at me…well…looking at my legs, but then the rest of me. Self conscious me left the building leaving sexy and flattered in her wake.
Then I noticed he was topless again this morning. Did he not own enough shirts? His arms, shoulders and chest had fantastic definition. The stomach wasn’t a six pack, but it was flat with no sign of the middle age spare tire. He had on pajama bottoms, with bare feet and I wanted to feel all that skin under my hands. I dragged my eyes away before he caught me staring.
“You like my outfit?”, I asked smiling warmly.
He didn’t answer, just stood there. After five seconds or so I was becoming concerned. He suddenly looked directly into my eyes and blushed. Wow…I don’t think I had ever seen him blush.
“I’m sorry,” he said “what was that?” Then he headed to the cupboard for a coffee mug trying hard to look casual. Oh this was going to be fun!
“You like my outfit?” I ask with a smile and when he turned toward me I spun my hips enough to make the skirt flare.
“You look amazing. Did you dress up for coffee?”, he asked.
I decided to sit down now that I had his full attention, but I carefully positioned myself so he had a good view of my legs. I dangled one heel and bounced my foot a bit. Once we went to a movie and I had done that without realizing. Halfway through the movie I had looked over to ask him who someone in the movie was and realized he was staring at my bouncing foot instead of the screen. The sex later that night had mind blowingly good.
“I need to run a couple errands and decided to dress up.” I said. Where did that come from? I didn’t have any errands. What I really wanted to do was tie him to the bed and run my hands over all that muscle. Actually…my mind began churning…I could probably do that. It had been a long time ago, but he once told me when I was dressed up I could …what was that quote ….oh yes…use him as a sex slave. The idea of tieing him up was seriously intoxicating. I suddenly had a very strong desire to tie him up.
He just said something and I missed it. I tried to cover my lapse by saying something immediately. “You know, years ago you told me that when I wear hose with leather shoes it drove you pretty wild.” I gave my shoe a little extra bounce and he definitely noticed. “In fact, if memory serves, you said that you loved the ‘smell’ and told me I could turn you into my sex slave with it.”
What the hell was my mouth doing saying inside thoughts aloud?! That isn’t what I intended to say. I don’t know how to do that. And what the hell was with my hands making air quotes this morning? At least this time I wasn’t air quoting thoughts. Maybe he would just think I was joking and we could drop it. The butterflies in my stomach could take Mothra in a cage match.
“I don’t suppose that still holds true does it?”, my mouth said. What happened to the part of my brain that double checks thoughts before speaking? He stood there with this adorable shocked look, blushing, and oh….the front of those pajama bottoms just moved on their own.
“Uhm?”, he said looking a little nervous. I realized that he was far more nervous than I and that calmed the butterflies a bit.
I uncrossed my legs and hooked my right foot on a chair leg sliding it around positioned so that I could put my legs in his lap when he sat down.
“Sit down and enjoy your coffee.” I said. I rather liked having him flustered. Having an attractive man so distracted by you that he can’t think straight is intoxicating.
He hesitated briefly, but then walked over and sat in the chair. The moment his ass hit the chair I swung my legs up and across his lap. I had positioned the chair perfectly so that my calves rested on his legs and my shoes were just beyond his lap so I could easily kick them off if I wanted and he could easily touch them.
I popped my heel out of the right shoe and began bouncing it. He noticed. His penis got hard so fast that I felt the material pendik escort of his pj’s pull against calves. The weight of my legs prevented the pajamas from riding up so his erection was pulled tight in the material. I wasn’t positive, but I think he may have moaned very lightly. Made me feel incredibly sexy and powerful.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I said just accepting that the brain mouth barrier was missing today and rolling with it. So far it seemed to be working for me.
I saw him take a deep breath and exhale. His gaze moved slowly up to my face. “Well….yeah.” he responded. For almost an entire second I couldn’t remember the question he was answering. Then it hit me full force.
He just told me he could be my sex slave. I would have thought this would cause me to panic and freak, but it felt good. Emotional, but good. The ex may have left a little scar tissue behind and this was a refreshing balm on that wound.
Peter was busy stroking my knee and admiring my legs which gave me a little time to organize my thoughts. I was a planner and this spontaneity was very unlike me. Where was I headed with all this flirting? If I was going to do this I better do a little fact gathering. I knew what I wanted to do to him, but I liked this man. I couldn’t just use him without him enjoying it. He never gave me any specifics in the past. We had never really discussed his subservient fantasy. Little girls aren’t taught to embrace their sexuality so anything discussion along those lines always pushed the buttons society installed.
“What ran through your mind for what I would do with you as a slave?” I asked and took a sip of coffee.
He looked thoughtful briefly, shrugged and said “The first thing that came to mind was you just doing something relaxing like watching a movie using me as a footstool. Hopefully enjoying the fact that you have me aroused and at your service.” He blushed again and I become very aware of his hot legs under mine.
“You would really like that?” I asked. It would be weird to do that, but at least nothing like the episode of Sex and the City where Carrie dated a politician who wanted to be peed on. I don’t think I could pee on someone, but relaxing and watching a movie, that I could do. Right?
“I think I would be pretty excited and yeah…enjoy it very much. I would just lay very still while you watched a show and I think I would love every moment of it if you enjoyed me being aroused. I would do anything you told me.” he said very sincerely.
He often sounds too confident and hearing him nervous was really rather nice. I was enjoying myself and the flirting. “Hmm…you said movie first didn’t you?” I asked teasingly.
“I did say that first didn’t I?” he replied gently stroking my knee and giving it a squeeze. I realized it was decision time. We could go back to the bedroom right now, which my body was craving, or I could take this to the next level.
Opportunities like this weren’t going to pop up often…possibly ever. Well, at least not with a man I would actually enjoy having sex with; let alone be comfortable tieing up. That was one lovely torso. I could imagine him holding a shield and spear in the Roman army with that curly head of hair.
“I think I could do that.” I said surprising myself. He looked even parts surprised, excited and nervous. I was beginning to feel a little drunk with power. And I felt I had gotten even for the stretching incident of the night before.
Now what I thought. My mind was a blank so I did the best thing I could think of, I prepared to exit before I could mess anything up.
“So, I am going to run out for the errand I mentioned and when I get back, you will be my sex slave for the remainder of the day?” I asked. I didn’t sound as confident as I wish I had. I needed time to focus and plan.
“Wow, you are serious aren’t you?” he responded blushing yet again.
I dated him two years and never saw him blush. I liked it….I liked it a lot. My body responded to it. I briefly considered just taking him on the kitchen floor right this moment. I wondered what he had on under the pajamas.
I pulled my legs up so my shoes were resting in his lap. He looked me square in the eyes and said “Yes.” with conviction.
I put my feet back on the floor, somehow causing him to jerk and spill a little coffee on the table.
“I would say we have a deal.” I told him. We looked at each other for two breaths and then I went for it. I leaned forward, grabbed his penis through the pajama bottoms and gave it a firm squeeze. “No touching yourself while I am gone.” I released him, stood up and asked “Understand?”
I was born at night, but not last night. If I left him this excited he wasn’t going to save himself for me. And I really wanted him saved for me.
He shifted in the chair looking a little uncomfortable and responded questioningly “Yes….uhhh….mistress?”
“No”, I said instantly. Something about being called mistress felt cheap and maltepe escort tawdry to me. Probably the damn buttons society installed. I didn’t want this to feel cheap or tawdry. “Call me ‘my Lady'”
With that I turned and walked as quickly as I could without looking like I was retreating. I grabbed my purse hopped into my Mini Cooper, fired the engine up and drove away like I knew where I was going.
Okay, so now what? I drove aimlessly for ten minutes trying to calm my libido enough to think. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had been this aroused. I didn’t know anything about domination. Oh, I thought and nodded to myself. This is the information age. All the knowledge of mankind right at my fingertips. I pulled into a Target and parked at the back under shade from a poplar. I always parked here when I shopped. I didn’t mind the walk, I liked the shade and today I liked the privacy.
I pulled out my phone and started doing research. If I was going to do this I wanted it to be a day both of us would remember fondly for the rest of our lives.
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I looked at the clock on the dashboard as I pulled back into the driveway. Three minutes past noon, I had been gone a lot longer than I intended. Researching domination on the internet had freaked me the hell out at first. Turned out getting peed on wasn’t nearly as kinky as these fantasies got. I had considered calling the entire thing off, but then I found a forum where domina discussed there subs. One professional took time to chat with me.
From there I learned that Peter was into sensual domination. I knew enough about him to know he was into materials with tactile sensations, smells, and submitting willingly. That lead to another hour of reading and planning. Then I ran around looking for something to tie him up that was sexy, not utilitarian.
I wasn’t about to go into a sex shop all dressed up so I hit some Target, Walmart and a couple fabric stores. At my sixth stop I found some very nice silk rope intended to be curtain tie backs. I am pretty sure the girl at the counter knew I didn’t have eight sets of curtains. It wasn’t until I was almost home that it occurred to me I could have used pantyhose instead.
I sat a few minutes to steady my nerves and went through the plan in my head. Walk in, make sure he really wants to go through with this, take charge, make my desires come first, but make sure his desires are met as well. Oh and don’t throw up…that was a real possibility at the moment.
I grabbed the bag of silk ropes, and walked into the house. I paused again and took two deep steadying breaths, stood straight, pulled my shoulders back, then walked in like I owned the place. I actually DID own the place after all.
He was playing some native american flute music softly and had cleaned the living room. The natural light coming in through the windows was augmented by candles and the setting was very relaxing. I had been absolutely right, sensual domination. As my nerves settled my body stopped trying to return the coffee and toast I had eaten earlier.
I needed to remain focused. I had hoped he would be topless when I came in, but I had to admit he picked pretty well. He looked good and I would make him strip in a minute or two.
He was wearing a red tuxedo shirt worn casually untucked with the top buttons undone showing upper chest. The arms of the shirt were pulled tight against the muscle of his arms. He wore black leather pants and stood barefoot. I realized he had purposely worn an outfit to match me.
He remained motionless as I slowly walked forward and around him. Those old black leather pants of his had many fond memories and highlighted his ass nicely. I gave one cheek a firm squeeze as I passed enjoying his acceptance.
“Not bad.” I said and walked around to face him. “Are you certain you want to do this? I’ll give you one last chance to back out. I was out longer than I expected and I am sweaty. I am pretty sure my feet aren’t going to smell sexy.” I managed not to air quote anything and was proud that my voice stayed steady. Yay me.
He took two controlled breaths and said “Yes my Lady, I am sure”.
“All right then,” I said walking over to the chair and setting down my purchases. “Why don’t you get me a glass of wine while I pick out a movie.” I watched him walk into the kitchen and to tease him I said “Hmm..where is the Twilight series?”.
I walk over to the entertainment center and found a stack of a half dozen movies already waiting. Music and Lyrics, Kate and Leopold. All romantic films. I chose The Notebook and put it into the tray. I went over and sat on the couch near where the footstool had been moved.
I had looked at a lot of ways to tie a man to a footstool and felt prepared. He walked back into the room walking gracefully like a dancer entering a stage. Okay, next step take control.
As he sat the glass down beside me I said, “So at this point you are mine?” I asked waiting for him to nod. “If I want to take off the hose and make you smell my bare feet you would have to do it right?” I made the mistake of taking a drink of the wine and nearly shot it out through nose as I saw the expression on his face. I didn’t know eyes could look that big without photoshop. I don’t think it had occurred to him I might explore his limits.
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