This is my first story and English is not my mother tongue. Please be gentle. Have fun.
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"Get dressed. I expect to find you in a position appropriate for a little slut like you. Show me how horny you are. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Marc's heart was rushing, he didn't have much time. He looked at the lingerie on the bed, took the black lace stockings and put them on his legs. God that felt good and naughty. He slipped into a fishnet top made of black cotton with a garter belt and tried his best to attach the straps to his stockings. Marc didn't get any panties, and he liked that. Finally, he stepped into some cheap transparent high heels with a nice plateau. They looked sexy and were surprisingly comfortable. He was fully dressed now as the only item left on the bed was a skin-colored 10" dildo with a suction cup. Marc gazed into the mirror on the door the women he just met had used to leave the room. He saw a slim guy in his thirties, average looking, wearing some slutty stripper outfit looking like the cheapest slut. His also average sized dick was rock-hard.
Marc couldn't believe he finally made his first appointment with a dominatrix, so she could fulfill his secret desires: wearing lingerie and getting treated like a whore. He met Lady Stella at her dungeon, had a brief talk about his wishes and taboos - and now Marc was waiting for her to come back. But his mistress had given him a first task: to await her in an appropriate position. What did she mean? Kneeling on the floor like a slave? Marc felt a naughty thrill of desire flow over him as he put a chair in the middle of the room, right across the door with the mirror. He sat on the chair, posed with his legs wide apart, therefore exposing his cock. When Marc took the dildo in his hands, he heard footsteps from outside the door. What should he do with the dildo? He started to panic and just when the door opened, he put the fleshy silicone dick in his mouth and started to caress his body like a stripper. His mistress stood in the doorframe, mustering the scenery. A young guy dressed in cheap lingerie, wearing stripper heels. Fondling himself like a girl, with a dildo in his mouth and a drooling hard-on. She obviously liked Marc's choice as her red lips turned into a wicked smile: "You naughty boy. You think dolling up like a slut and exposing yourself is appropriate for you? You are perfectly right! Well, let's begin!"
Some dominatrixes like their pets chaste, but Lady Stella loved to see how horny men could get and how that would always make them obedient and ready to serve. The hornier the better. She was wearing a black leather corset, black leather panties, a silken pantyhose and black leather overknees. When she sat down on the edge of the bed right across Marc, she didn't cross her legs. She just sat there like Marc with legs wide apart and smiled at him.
