"Turn onto your front my darling slave, I want to lie on you as I fill you. And stretch up your arms. You are not to cum as I use you."
She groaned again at the tingles these words sent through her. By denying her that release, he was increasing her need for it, and bringing her closer to exploding.
They turned together, his body rolling onto hers as she lay onto her front. She melted inside at the feeling of even deeper fullness – his weight driving him further into her. His body was a warm blanket for her, and his fucking a joy and a comfort. She stretched out, lifting up her hips and giving herself to him. As he pulled out and pushed in, she squeezed and released him with her tight ring, massaging his shaft to milk his sperm from him.
He was so close, and her lovemaking was so sweet. With a long groan he forced himself into her clenching arse one last time and started to shudder as he released his seed. They were one, and she was so happy as he found his joy in her.
At last, he was spent, and she lay still as he rested on her. But they had much to do, and as he felt his cock shrinking, he knew that he must replace his warm flesh with a plug.
He reached over to the bedside cabinet where the plugs were kept. He used a smaller one – not wanting her to be too stretched for the evening fun. With great care he slide out, and then twisted in the plug. Once it was securely in he gave her bottom a smack.
"There my love, you have me deep within you as we go shopping. I wonder how many people will realize just how much you mean to me?"
They dived into the shower together, not wishing to spend a moment apart. Under the warm spray, they soaped and rinsed each other's bodies - delighting in their mutual acceptance each of the other.
As he soaped her front, she raised her arms up into the air, crossing her wrists as if bound and suspended for his pleasure, her full breasts lifted up to him; begging his attention. When his hand cupped her sex - still hungry for release, she tilted her head back and thrust her hips forward.
This pose of submission was so natural and sweet that it took his breath away. She was not even fully conscious of why she did this; making herself so vulnerable and available. And yet, she was pleased to see that even though he had been limp from their earlier love-making, his cock was stiffening at her surrender.
When she in turn washed him, he was aware of a tenderness and gentleness in her movements. Was she afraid that if she rubbed too hard that he might break, or even disappear like a ghost? He was a dream come true for her, a master who understood her hungers and needs. He longed for her desires to be realized, to make her an object of pride in front of others - to parade her needs and display her body as she submitted to him. And yet, he cared deeply enough to reach out and hold her when her hurts threatened to overwhelm her, letting go of his passions so that she might feel safe and secure.
All too soon they had to leave the shower and dry themselves off. As they dressed, he selected for her a thong, a black lacy push up bra, a pair of tight jeans and a pink V necked short cropped t-shirt. When they were to go out, she was to wear a pair of black ankle boots with high heels. With her hair brushing her shoulders, she looked innocent, and yet incredibly sexy. As he complimented her on the way she looked, she smiled shyly - so unused to being recognized for the beautiful woman she was.
Out on the streets, they were both immediately aware of the looks they were getting. She looked like sex on legs, so hot that water would turn to steam if it touched her. Her hips were swaying as she walked - and she was acutely conscious of the plug in her bottom - holding in his cum from first thing that morning. But with her looks and outfit there was envy for him. At 47 he was 12 years older than her, and not obviously rich or particularly good looking. And yet, she was holding on to his arm and smiling at him with love and adoration. Whatever it is he was doing, it must be working, and there were a lot of guys they passed who would gladly have killed to be in his place.
Their first stop was at a market where there was a stall selling shoes and boots. Amongst them there were the kinds of footwear that would look more appropriate on a porn starlet or a street walker. The heels were 5 and 6 inches high, and the soles 2 to 3 inches. They came in white, red and black. Some were only sandals; others had straps that wound up the leg, stopping at the knee, or even higher. There were boots so high cut that the edge would rub her pussy mound.
Her sex moistened at the prospect of wearing such slut wear in public - especially if he were to make her wear some equally skimpy and revealing outfit. She tried some of the shoes and boots on, deliberately swaying her hips more and showing, off her curves. The light of appreciation in his eyes turned her on. With a shock she suddenly realised that she was so wrapped up in his regard for her, that if he wished it now, she would willingly kneel before him and take his sex into her mouth in front of all these other people. Her cunt spasmed - reminding her again that there was no release for her this morning as he had ejaculated into her bowels.
With a pair of the high strappy shoes and a pair of mid thigh boots, they left for the shops of Soho. She felt so wet and aroused that she was convinced that there must be a wet patch spreading over the front of her jeans. It took all her self control not to rub at the join between her legs, both to assess the damage and to add to the stimulation. He added to her sensitized state by constantly rubbing and caressing her bottom - so delightfully rounded and encased in the lycra jeans.
For that evening, he had plans to take her to a private BDSM club he knew. There, they could do as they wished, for the delight of themselves and the other members. Though there were house dancers who performed the main routines of the evening, there were also regular "open mike" slots, where members showed off their subs as they made them perform - in every way imaginable. They were shopping because that night he was going to be taking her up on the stage, and he was determined that, right from the start, no one should be in any doubt about how great she looked, or how far she was prepared to go to please her master.
They visited a number of shops specializing in play outfits and sex toys. There was so much choice, the options were bewildering. Rapidly, however, he came to the conclusion that with her - less certainly was better. The look that suited her best was a short skirt and tight skimpy bodice. The former allowed him to lift the fabric and easily display the plug nestling in-between her arse cheeks. The bodice not only showed her cleavage off to great effect, but when he released the clips at the back, her tits could fall forward and expose themselves to his attentions. And the overall effect of her as his little fuck toy was heightened by the strappy sandals laced up her calves.
With each costume, he could see her need and hunger growing. She became bolder and bolder in flashing her cunt and arse to him and to the shop assistants and other customers. Her looks at him and the way she was displaying herself were a clear sign to him that she needed him to take her in hand.
Thankfully, the last shop they entered was down a narrow side street, and was very quiet. The only shop assistant was busy with another couple, and was content to let them browse on their own. It was here that he also found an interesting selection of paddles and restraints. She was changing into a cat suit with various slits in strategic places, and she did not see him pick up a leather paddle and ball gag and add them to the pile. When she stepped out, she had left her thong off, and pulled back on slit to emphasise her shaven pussy. Then, she turned and bent over and pulled her cheeks apart so as to demonstrate how easily he might enter her there, if he so desired, without having to remove the outfit. Unfortunately, the exact moment she chose to display her purple butt plug was when the other couple was walking past, and there was a gasp from them at her boldness.
He said nothing at that, but suggested that even it was convenient, it was a touch old fashioned for her. She reluctantly re-entered the changing room to remove it.
When she was behind the curtains, he took advantage of the inattention of the assistant to slip in behind her. She gasped with surprise, but he smothered her sound with a hand.
"I have noticed that you have seen fit to display yourself more and more wantonly without checking with me first."
