Usually I’m not so captivated by pantyhose, tights, etc. Not like some men I know who center their whole fetishes around them. When I envisioned Kathryn in that T-shirt, however, I dithered between a cute thong and pantyhose. Once I thought of heels, I knew it had to be hose.
Shit, did I make the right decision.
Her collar glistens in candlelight. Blond hair is pulled back into a high ponytail. That was Kathryn’s styling. I forgot to mention what she should do with her hair when I emailed her my plans for the evening.
Dinner at my place.
Drinks at my place.
Sex at my place.
I want tonight to be all about us. Our fantasies, especially since we’re on the same exact page. It’s beyond liberating to see Katie so relaxed in the environment I’ve created. Not once has she seized up, expressed wariness, or come close to saying her warning word. Her body language calls to me. Her voice is sweet and inviting.
She’s mine.
So there’s this gorgeous woman, wearing nothing but a T-shirt, pantyhose, and black stiletto heels, bent over my ottoman and looking coy at me. Her ass wiggles back and forth as I take my time going through crops and floggers I’ve amassed over the years. Some of them I bought purely for aesthetics and should probably display instead of keep hidden away. Others are tried and true favorites. Every time I look up at her, I see her wetness has spread more along her pantyhose. It helps that they’re so tight – but hopefully not too uncomfortable on her – that they’re contouring every crevice of her recently waxed pussy.
I didn’t tell her to do that. She did that on her own, and I am not complaining. What a sweet surprise to find once in a while. Perhaps I’ll return the favor in the near future.
“You’re fine where you are. Just hold tight, my darling. Think about why you need to be punished, because I’m going to ask you in a little bit.” Oh, but what to punish her with? I’ve got so many fun things, but they can’t be used on every woman. No, every woman has her own tastes, her own desires, and the varying things that she responds best to. Like my hand. Or a crop. Or a whip.
I think we both enjoyed the crop last time.
However, I recently went shopping. By that I mean I visited my favorite online shop for kinky equipment with Kathryn in mind. What do we have yet to do? How can I make her come harder and harder each time? How can I come harder? It’s not enough to have a good orgasm time and again. With someone like Kathryn, only the best is acceptable.
Otherwise, what’s the point?
“I’ve got a surprise for you, Katie dearest.” I make my pick. When I approach her, I see her grinning over her shoulder. “First, I want you to tell me why you need to submit.”
That grin flickers. Kathryn is still learning that spankings and orgasm denial don’t come for free. The point is to help her unload, mentally and physically. Yeah, I’m that kind of Dom.
I want to see my sub’s face overcome with ecstasy and escape.
I want to see her relieved to be free from the confines of reality.
I want to take her to a new paradise where it’s only her, me, and the pleasure we create together.
First, I need to know why we’re doing this. It’s not enough spank her and hear her moan a little. I need to have purpose in every strike to her flesh.
“I…” Kathryn looks away from me, her ass stops wiggling, and for a moment I worry she’s going to get up and take off her collar. “I’m still learning how to let go.”
“I know, lovely.” I touch her ass, delighting in the rough feel of the pantyhose. My knuckles graze her wet folds. My cock strains in my pants. “Something must have triggered you coming to me again, though. What do you need help with?”
Katie bites her lip and digs her elbows into the ottoman. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my career. What I’m doing and where am I going after the remodel is done? Is my whole life going to be nothing but fixing things? Maybe I want to manage. Maybe I want to take charge of my family’s financials. Then I think… shit, that’s a lot on my shoulders. You know?”
“I know.” I pull a long piece of black silk from my sleeve and drape it across her back. “I know that kind of pressure. I’m an only child like you.”
“Yeah, but you’re a man. I’m a woman.”
Oh, yes, I’m very aware of how womanly you are, Katie. I don’t say that, however, because she means something else. “That’s true. It’s unfair that people take you less seriously. Including your own family.”
My hand is tender against her cheek as I draw the silk up and cover her eyes with it. Katie clenches, but accepts my blindfold. I tuck it beneath her ponytail. On one hand I’m sad to see her pretty blues go. On the other, seeing her blindfolded means we can start having some real fun. I mean, the surprise is half the fun.
“Also… I really shouldn’t have lost my cool at your house the other day. I’m sorry about that, sir.”
In truth, I had almost forgotten about that. Feels like water under the bridge now. Why should I care that she embarrassed us in front of our families? I don’t know how her father took it, but he hasn’t come after me yet, so I’m probably okay for now. Safe to say this is bothering her a lot more than it is me.
Not that it’s a problem. I can punish her for it, if she wants.
“You’ve learned your lesson, I’m sure, but if you need me to knock the worry out of you, I can do that, my sweet.”
Her leg shakes on the ottoman. I don’t know if she’s cramped, or if she’s thinking of something that bothers her. Either way, I need to help her.
“What do you want me to do?” I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Do you want me to spank you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Her cry as I strike her flesh through the pantyhose is so delectable that I’m tempted to keep it up until she can’t bear it anymore. Except I have other plans. It’s not enough to spank her and fuck her tonight. I need to draw this out. I need to hear her cry from other sources. I need her to feel what it truly means to submit and surrender to someone like me.
Nevertheless, I spank her again. Her knee slides off the ottoman, her hips bringing it back up so she stays presented to me. I appreciate the gesture.
“You’re so fucking hot in these things.” I draw my finger down her slit, feeling her heat, her arousal. Everything. If I could, I would sink my finger into her body and fuck her with my finger. “It’s a pity I have to do this.”
Ripping a hole in a woman’s hosiery so you can access her body is like unwrapping a present on your birthday. Sometimes I’m convinced that’s why women wear these things. Of course, I know that’s not true, but when a man’s cock is hard and filled with virility, he’s going to think these things.
Especially when you’re given a woman’s pretty, pink, wet pussy as a reward. Not to mention her ass that has been marked with your hand.
Her whimpers are a sonata as I bend down and bury my nose in her scent. Heady, intriguing, beguiling. No two women have the same exact perfume. They may be similar, but trust me when I say that a man would know exactly which woman he was with even if blindfolded. Assuming he was already familiar with her scent, of course.
“I want you to think about every negative thing you’ve been feeling lately,” I say, my tongue touching the edge of her folds. “Think about them while I start to purge your body.”
“Yes, sir.”
I jump in, wrapping my tongue around her clit, snaking it up her slit, and slipping it deep within her – or as deep as a tongue can go. Every bit of her is delicious. Once you’ve dived in, you can’t bring yourself to escape the pool of a woman’s essence.
Particularly if that woman is Kathryn Alison.
I don’t tell her to stay quiet. I don’t want to punish her like that tonight. I’d rather listen to her voice peal every time I caress her clit, taste her arousal, and lightly smack her ass. Besides, she’s completely dedicated to me as her Dom now. I don’t need to make her hold back what she really wants to say – aside from her safe word, of course.
I doubt I’m going to hear that tonight.
My tongue goes on a journey across her body, tracing patterns on her inner thighs, touching her core, and parting her folds so I can feel her wetness spill into my mouth. Yet it’s not until I go upward, touching a place I have yet to explore, that Katie finally gasps in surprise and pulls away from me.