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By *DTress OP Couple
over a year ago
Dudley |
She walked into the private dungeon, the click of the heels on her thigh high boots outside had signalled her arrival long before the door swung open. He was ready for the dance.
She saw him leant against the spanking bench, chin tilted upwards in defiance...a mischievous smile played on his full lips as
he made direct eye contact with her. She smirked, as always this would be a fun battle she would win.
She leant against the frame of the open doorway, she was roughly 5ft 8 in heels with long black hair, dark eyes and lips always painted red. She wore black, no surprise there she never wore anything else! Her pvc corset had cut outs exposing her breasts, under the corset she had on a mesh top which hid nothing and her hard nipples could be seen clearly through the material. A steam punk skirt, high at the front, exposed fishnet stocking tops that rose above the boots. She allowed a moment for him to take in the view.
“Miss Tess” he acknowledged with a nod, “Toy” she responded. With a sigh, she walked towards him, “you appear to be wearing clothes, counter to my instructions” she admonished, “it’s collllld” came his sullen reply. “Irrelevant” she stated, in a clipped tone, the smirk now gone from her lips replaced by a stern look. Stepping forward so she was now around 3 feet away from him, she clicked her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her, “Strip and get on your knees” she said.
He rose slowly from his leaning place and made a show of reluctantly removing his clothes. He slowly pulled his black t shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, unbuckled his belt and allowed his jeans to drop to his ankles. Having already taken off his boots (progress!), he stepped out of the jeans and left them where they were.
He stood, around 5 ft 11, slim, toned and pale. Her eyes took on a heated gaze as she looked him up and down. she lingered as she reached his chest, taking in each tattoo, each muscle, each scar. The look was somewhat marred by the fact that he still wore boxers, black socks and a sulky expression. “Everything off” she said in an exasperated tone.
Finally he knelt naked before her, his shoulder length brown hair took on red highlights under the bare dungeon bulb. His hands were clasped in front of his crotch and he looked up at her with a “what know” expression on his face. She looked down into his ice blue eyes, framed by long lashes any woman would envy. “Eyes down” she instructed and he obeyed.
She looked around the dungeon, mentally noting the equipment. A cross, spanking bench, prayer bench and chains attached to wrist restraints hanging from the ceiling.... she considered her options. She was going to enjoy this!
To be continued.... |
