A Deliciously Dar Dinner Date

What a delicious dynamic we have. My first D/s relationship after I threw myself into this private world of darkly exquisite kink. I have the most beautiful play wardrobe of sensual, silky delights. Stockings are at the heart of my ensembles: nude, sheer, silky, seamed...always just as you like things...beautiful basques, negligees, sheer scraps of material that expose and hide, titillate and invite, offer and seduce. Your dress code was the most beautiful offering to me as we embarked on this and I have delighted in fulfilling your requests...relishing my feminitity with you... loving my body and the effect it has on you...embracing my erotic identity in a way I have never done before. Choosing dresses, heels and my beautiful lingerie for jaunts outside and kinky date nights at different locations. Following your instructions, as part of the slow, sensual build up to each play session.

At some point you would always send me a message, an audio in your low, irresistible voice or a text...the open cup bra, with the lace around the edges that present my breasts to you. Which stockings? Silky Cervins, your favourite Bas So (now ravaged), the vintage Aristocs, the classic Gios? Which colour? The nude, black, bronze, moonshine grey? Seamed or unseamed? Heel point? Usually, those heels you love with the diamante strap. Then the rest is down to me. Which dress? One where I can tease you in a restaurant with low cut neckline and a hem that I can lift to expose my stocking tops to you while we dine, giving you glimpses of the welts that you are going to feast your eyes on as you feast on me. Or a complete change when we get back indoors with one of my sheer lacy dressing gowns...such sensual delights and such a joy to dress for your pleasure.

I would prepare so carefully for you. Making sure my body was silky smooth, beautifully attired, knowing that by the end of the night I would lie ruined and ravaged. What delicious thoughts....those dark invitations, your sensual theatre and careful preparations. Sometimes, I would be able to see those dark preparations...know that you had stood in different places and planned where you would secure me, how and what you would do to me. I knew from the different tie points how I would be tied. If there was one at the base of the bed, I knew I would be tied out like a cross on my knees in front of you, given no choice but to suck your cock until you were satisfied and moved onto the next delight.

I arrive...sashay in....smiles and confidence...looking beautiful just as you like me. As instructed, I am wearing one of my sheer black dresses (not for outdoors!) so I had great fun getting out of the house -- wrapped in my claret, velvet coat....wearing heels that are certainly not meant for driving and carrying a desire to be taken, used and enjoyed. I shrug off my coat. Your demanding and beautiful Siamese shouts at me as usual if I don't greet him first. We laugh as you quietly appraise me...drinking in the seams and heel points...lingering on my neckline...knowing that I am yours to take...I am here for you and only you...

We start the slow dance of the evening. I always cook for you. It's part of my love language. I have spent time, planning the meal...thinking of what you like to savour...doing my own preparations to delight your tastebuds. Delicious spices, succulent textures, fresh, quality ingredients for us to enjoy as we dance around each other knowing what will happen later. You love watching me as I move around the kitchen, displaying myself as I put together a sumptuous meal. As I walk past the bedroom I see your altar...the chest of drawers that you have covered in soft blankets to create a platform of the right height to fuck me over. I see the ropes at the end of the bed, with the shibari collar and know I will be secured there soon. As I came in, I had noticed some ropes near the easy chair...you have some plan there too...What delights! Your crueller toys are laid out too. You will inflict pain on me and I will take it...delighting in giving you what you want...I still haven't used my safe word, it's become a badge of honour for me...I know I will use it soon.... you cruel, sadistic, delicious bastard...

I lay the table and serve our food. I savour my own food and relish watching you enjoy my offerings as I sit before you dressed for the taking. We sip a delicious, crisp pale ale and linger over the meal...chatting...laughing...anticipating...

There's a point in the evening when the conversation pauses and your tone changes. You instruct me and it begins...tonight you want to start with me on my knees by the sofa. You put on my collar and leash and pull me up towards you...your eyes drop down to your cock...as if I need any more instructions. I stroke my breasts as I lean in to claim your cock...releasing you slowly...taking my time until I have you in my mouth....and so it begins. You love moving from different places, changing the scene as you go...impact, cockworship, gorging yourself on my body, whipping, fucking, penetrating, ropes, flogging... all to your dark design...such bliss...

I know you will put me through my paces for hours...such an equisite way to spend the evening...luxuriating in our sensuality, taking pleasure from each other's bodies, slaking our sensual thirst. I lick and tease your cock, enjoying it's hardness in my mouth, knowing that it will be inside me soon. You lean back, settling into the sofa as I service you with all my usual dedication...I relish everything I do and revel in the effect my mouth, breasts and hands have on you. You tug my leash and I climb up onto all fours on the sofa, leaning over you as I continue to service your cock...your eyes rove over my stocking tops...stroking the skin between the suspender belt and the welts...tracing your hands down the silky nylons...feeling the sensual seams and generally drinking in all the exquisite details. I take off my dress just as you grab your flogger...as I gorge myself on your cock you start to flog my ass...gently at first and then harder. You watch my different movements and choose the right moment for harder impacts...occasionally using your hand to smack the wind out me and surprise me...then stroke my now warmed, pink ass. Every once in a while you stroke your fingers over my panties, circling and driving me mad. You refuse to dip your fingers into where it is already hot, wet and ready for you. But you know this...teasing me...denying me as you take your sadistic pleasures from my body.

Time to move...you stand, holding my leash and instruct me to crawl over to the easy chair where I know you are going to immobilise me and torture me with pain and pleasure. The ropes are all at the back of the chair, so I know I am going to be tied with hands and legs up in a V-shape. Before you position me, you remove the tiny scrap of material that is my panties...stroking between the folds of my labia...feeling my wetness...my needy heat...but refusing to give me what I want...I lean into you hungrily and we kiss slowly with you biting my lip.

You push me into the chair, positioning my hands first above my head...enjoying the scene of helplessness as you secure my wrists...I writhe under your touch...my heat building...needing your touch...you stray down there....continuing to tease...removing your fingers...leaving me panting and needing. Then you secure my legs up by my wrists and stand back to appraise the scene in front of you. Here I am...secured in front of you...open and vulnerable...ready for the taking of your pleasure...yours...your fucktoy for the night which you will use as you see fit. You leave me there and gather some of your impact toys. I am positioned there for you...open possibilities of your design...

A sharp intake of breath, as you pick up the breast flogger and start to rain the stinging tendrils down on my breasts. I close my eyes...absorbing the pain...giving you my gift of submission and masochism...allowing you to act out your dark fantasies on my vulnerable, exposed body. Then I hear the switch of that fucking cane...I hate it...if I had known you liked caning the soles of stockinged feet, I might have run in the other direction when we first started talking...then again...maybe not...you aim at the soles of my feet with precision making me watch each time...making me count then leaning in to kiss me deeply...robbing me further of my breath...murmuring that I am a 'good girl'...these words unravel me further....strengthening my resolve to give you more...

I am desperate for your touch as you move down my body...position yourself between my legs and start your attentions to my sacred place. Gently stroking around the edges, occasionally touching my pearl, but refusing just yet to dip your fingers inside me...I am wild with need wanting to push myself into you but the restraints hinder me. You laugh at my predicament then lean in with your tongue...lapping gently at my wetness. Then you slide a finger inside me as you lick my pearl. I close my eyes and surrender to all the wonderful sensations you are gifting me...my breasts and feet still smarting. You love this interchange between pain and pleasure... You introduce another finger and slowly start finger fucking me as you lick and tease my hungry body. You pause occasionally and focus your attention on my breasts, biting my nipples, chewing my naked flesh...there will be bruises, dark blossoms that will bloom and remind me of this in days to come...marking me as yours.

Your reach for the dildo and insert it...I gasp as you start to pump it in and out of me...all I can do is take it...then you switch on the wand and tease me intermittently...plunging the dildo in and out...torturing my pearl which is already so sensitive....then denying me again. I keep straining at my restraints to position myself differently, but you pin me more tightly...I have no choice but to just let go...my mind calms...I unravel....this is everything....every touch, every sensation...the world falls away...I close my eyes, relax, let go of every limb...muscle... tension melting... I slow my breathing and let go, surrendering, dissolving...giving myself entirely over to your ministrations...submitting to everything, open, wide and alive.

Then I feel those waves build, slow at first, surging up through my sacred place. I lurch forward as spasms wrack my body...again...and again...you continue....again and again....until I collapse back...spent...dissolved...You lean forward, feathering kisses around my face while your fingers still delicately stroke my pulsing, dripping wet, sacred place...I am quivering with aftershocks and can barely think straight...you slowly untie my restraints, easing my legs down. As I come back to this world you sit at my feet, massaging around my ankles where the ties have left a light mark, massaging my feet, still smarting from your cane...then you lean in for a kiss.... We're not finished yet....I have more plans for you...Those words trigger an another aftershock as you lean forward, slide yourself into the chair to cradle me in your arms...