fasten my fishnet stockings to the black suspenders, then pull on my big shiny boots - I call them my come-fuck-me boots because attracting a man is partly their purpose. When I'm with a man and I'm wearing them, they make me feel powerful. I start doing up the long laces, all the way up to just below my knees they go. Big boots make me feel so strong, they make me feel so superior. I stand looking at myself in the mirror for a few moments. Messed up hair, black lace and satin push up bra supporting a creamy white cleavage, down to black fishnet stockings held in place by the black suspender belt. A black g-string over the suspenders so that it's easier to take off, and finally the black boots. I suppose I look good, even if I do say so myself. I certainly do feel good, and that's what really matters to me.
I leave the mirror, returning to where I left him, tied to the chair. He's been waiting patiently, naked, just like good boy. I stand in front of him, watching for any reactions. His cock is already showing appreciation at my attire, but I want to tease him. I run my hands over the material that covers my breasts, smoothing them down over my stomach, down to my thighs and the tops of the stockings. My hands move back up to my breasts. He's staring at me silently. Mesmerised.
