Eva 56 -- Wave after wave
Eva stumbled in the incredibly high-heeled boots as she grabbed the door to the living room to keep from falling. "Whoa," she said to herself as she wiggled and wobbled toward the living room.
She smiled at the memories of her wonderful weekend with Sir Dan at the Backroom. He had used her cunt in every way imaginable and she felt a shudder go through her entire body, and she instantly became wet between her legs at the memory. It was almost the weekend again and the soreness in her pussy was feeling better.
She straightened herself up and held her shoulders back as she took little baby steps around the corner into living room. But just as she stepped through the door her heels wobbled again and she gave a little shriek as she grabbed quickly for the door frame, trying not to drop the whip curled in her hand.
Sir Dan laughed out loud as she stood there with her knees bent together and her ankles spread wide. She was groping desperately at the wall as Sir jumped to her aide and took her hands, steadying her.
She was making little squealing noises under her breath as she tried to stand straight. But the more she tried the more she wobbled, and the more she squealed, and the more Sir Dan laughed. Finally as she seemed to be a bit more steady, he was still holding her hands as he backed away a bit to look at the outfit.
"Oh my precious Pet!" he gasped as he gave her a genuine wolf whistle. "You look absolutely stunning. Why you are the very picture of Bettie Page in her youth." Shaking his head he pulled her into his arms and kissed her dark red lips like he had never kissed her before.
Eva had taken the fabulous clothes that Sir had bought for her at the Backroom back to her apartment the next day. Among them she found a black paten leather bustier similar to one she had seen on one of Sir's favorite tee shirts.
It had a picture of the famous pinup model Bettie Page in a black bustier with a whip in one hand. The black bustier had a tiny bit of a skirt with it, and she put it on with some black net stockings and a lacy black garter belt, and no panties. She put on the thigh high black paten leather boots that he had bought for her. And, she had put a temporary black rinse in her long thick auburn hair, and had crimped it.
With Sir still holding onto one hand she held the black leather whip in the other hand as she tried to strike a pose for him. But no sooner had she lifted the whip than she lost her balance and once again had to cling to her handsome Sir for support.
He was still laughing as he placed her hands back on the doorframe. "Hold it there Pet," he said as he bent down and began to unlace the boots."
"Sir?" Eva protested.
"No Pet. It is really beautiful but I wont have any broken ankles around here. We will take the boots to the shoe shop and see if we can do something to make them more stable." As he slipped the boots from her feet he added, "In the meantime, lets go put those three inch black paten leathers on you. They are beautiful and they will look perfect with your outfit."
