Claire was sitting at a table in the back of the coffee shop when I arrived. We'd been meeting off and on since we both met at a swingers club. Claire was single and enjoyed the no strings fun of playing with myself and my husband Phil.
She smiled widely as I approached, her brown eyes lighting up. I pecked her cheek and sat across from her, brushing my soft summer dress as I sat. We made small talk as we drank our coffee. I slipped the sandals off my feet under the table and was able to raise one bare foot onto Claire's lap.
I rubbed my foot firmly along her inner thigh, wiggling my toes against the tight fabric of her blue jeans, flicking across her crotch.
Claire stuttered but continued what she was saying. My bare foot continued up her tummy and over the toned flesh left bare by her crop top. All this done under the table of that coffee shop.
When it was time to go I slipped on my sandals and Claire followed me to the car park. We were in a quiet alleyway when I turned around, realising we were alone I grabbed her and pushed her against a wall. Kissing her quickly and passionately, before turning to resume my journey to the car.
"Geez, Jennifer!" Claire muttered in surprise, picking up the pace and following me again.
As I drove us to my home I raked my fingers up and down her demin clad thigh. She writhed slightly in the car seat, rubbing her thighs together gently. Occasionally my hand drifted between her legs, feeling the warmth of her crotch. Claire reacted immediately each time, pushing up gently to meet my touch, breathing deeply.
I'd had a few occasionally interactions with other women, always though in the company of Phil. I'd never really before craved female company but with Claire it was different. The girl was in her early twenties when we first met, a very submissive personality that always wanted to please.
I'd never really considered myself as a dominant, when with men I always wanted them to be in charge. Probably if I'm honest the main thing that attracted me to Claire's submission was a wickedness in myself. I enjoyed the power over her, I enjoyed making her jump through hoops and seeing that all it did was make her crave my attention more.
I enjoyed tormenting her, teasing her. I enjoyed the look in her eyes when her sexual need was at its zenith. This was why for this weekend I planned to torment her for an extended period.
Unlocking the back door to my home we walked into the kitchen. Sunshine was streaming through the windows, making the room bright and warm. I closed the door and uttered one simple command to Claire, "Strip!"
She looked at me a little shocked but putting down her rucksack she immediately pulled her little white crop top off over her head. She was wearing a simple little white bra.
I sat on a kitchen bar stool and watched as she continued, bending down to unlace her training shoes and slip them off, then tugging off white cotton socks and balling them inside one shoe. She next reached the button of her jeans and pulled it free, yanking down the zipper, she wiggled her body out of the tight denim.
Claire folded her jeans on top of her shoes and put the top onto the pile. She paused and looked at me. I just blinked slowly, an unspoken command to make her continue. Reaching behind her back she clipped off her bra, laying it on the pile. Finally she stood, her eyes down, she looped her fingers on the hips of her panties and pulled them down.
I was pleased at how well I'd taught her as she stood with her hands behind her back, eyes down. I got off the stool and walked slowly over to her.
Claire kept her head bowed, her beautiful red hair cascading over her shoulders. Her body was perfection. I ran my hands over that smooth pale flesh, down over her tummy, her ab muscles well defined from all the competitions in her swimming club.
I knelt down and rubbed my hands over those firm muscular legs, spending a moment to gently rub the top of her feet.
Next I stood behind her and pulled her hands to her sides. Running my hands down her spine, then up over her shoulders, she involuntarily tilted her head to the side at my touch. I ran my hands down over her amazingly firm butt.
I really enjoyed times like this, times when Claire was obediently under my control. The touch of her soft, firm skin was great to me. Standing back a couple of steps I walked around her, watching how the sunlight played on her pale skin, how it enhanced the tone of her muscular tummy.
"Ahhh, you really do please me darling," I said, moving in to embrace her and take a kiss. My tongue played firmly into her mouth, my hands freely exploring everywhere as hers returned to be folded behind her back.
I stepped back, breaking the embrace and crooked a finger for her to follow me, pointing at her bag and clothes pile she quickly picked them up and followed me upstairs and into the master bedroom.
Claire stood in the centre of the room, checking her posture was correct, standing up straight with her head bowed.
"Please take a shower now girl, once dried kneel in the centre of the room," I ordered, "I'll return soon."
I walked to another bedroom I often used as a dressing room. I pulled my summer dress over my head and quickly removed my bra and panties.
I had been collecting the perfect outfit for a little session with Claire. First I sat on the bed pulling fishnet holdup stockings up each leg, standing now I picked up a leather zip front bodice I'd bought online. My hubby had helped me lace the back of the bodice to a perfect, flattering fit and all I had to do was wrap it around me and zip it up my chest. The bodice pushed my tits up like a wrench in a period drama, it left the top of each breast on show, just about covering the nipples.
I looked in the mirror and giggled to myself. Next I pulled up the shortest little leather mini skirt, it hardly covered my bum, more the size of hot pants than a skirt, I wore no panties underneath, I bent over and looked in the mirror and was able to see my shaved pussy. Perfect!
Next I pulled up long patent leather boots and zipped them up my calves. They came to my knees! My thighs covered in the stockings but the elastic hold up visible below the skirt.
I quickly tied my hair back, combing my blonde locks into clips to hold it on top of my head. I worked on my makeup, bold and striking red lipstick and dark mascara. Spraying some of my favourite perfume in the air I walked through the mist.
Lastly I pulled on long lacy gloves, grabbing a lovely flexible riding crop in my right hand. I was ready to go back and play with my pet.
Claire was a vision of perfection as she knelt there, her hands behind her back, her butt back on her feet and legs folded beneath her. She'd towel dried herself though her hair was a little damp still. She kept her head bowed, then looked up with a gasp as I stood in-front of her.
I stood close in front of her, just about a foot separating us. I ran the riding crop over her shoulders, gently, the sensation making the girl quiver a little. I reached out, stroking her hair then pulled her head firmly against my tummy, stroking her through the lacy gloves. Claire closed her eyes and let out silent little purrs as I stroked her.
Things weren't to stay gentle for long though, I knew she liked it when I changed up a few gears so I demanded, "Stand up, then bend over and hold your ankles."
Claire quickly and obediently did as she was told, bending over I saw her perfect little ass in front of me, her spine stretched beautifully.