It had been a long day at my job as a secretary at a local legal office. As such I was looking forward to an erotic evening with my boyfriend Eric. Unfortunately he is typical of men his age, uncomfortable with dominating a woman. Its almost as if he is scared that I will charge him with sexual harassment! However, this was exactly what I wanted tonight, I wanted to be his slave.
He met me at my apartment, being the sweetheart that he is, he was cooking dinner for us. He started to rise from his seat when I entered. “Please, sit down.” I cooed seductively. If I wanted to get what I wanted I knew I’d have to tease the beast out of him. I sat down across from him and crossed my legs so that he could she just the top of my black thigh highs. “So what do you want tonight?”
“I dunno, maybe a nice merlot and a bubble bath?”
I giggled. “You’ve got a key to my place, do you really think you’ve got to try that hard to get into my panties? Close your eyes and tell me how to please you!”
He did as I asked. God I hate playing the part of the Dom. Finally his blue eyes opened and looked at me. “Head.”
“That’s more like it!” He looked relieved. “Do you want to give me a facial?” He looked stunned as if a woman should not know the secret desires of men, their primal need to dominate and humiliate.
Shock quickly turned to excitement. “Sure!” He said, unzipping his pants.
“What, no foreplay?” I asked. “I’m not even undressed! Should I take my top off?”
“Please.” He replied and settled in to watch the show. Damn, I wanted more participation than this! I stood up and took my sport jacket off and unbuttoned my thin, white silk blouse. I stopped halfway, allowing him a peak at my 36C breasts cupped in a black bra.
“Are your nipples hard?” He asked nervously.
“Maybe.” I coyly answered. Then, as he started to get up to finish undressing me I quickly sat down to take off my high heels. “Damn, my feet hurt!” I noticed his disappointment, and something else in his stare. He did not move, instead he just stood there a mixture of turned-on, confused and irritated. Good.
Once my shoes were off I stood up and faced him. Standing several inches taller than me, I stood on my tip toes to hug him. As my lips neared his ears I could sense his desire stemming from my breath on his neck and my brunette hair brushing his face. Abruptly I released the embrace and started walking towards the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?” I asked. I could sense his annoyance, finally progress.
At that moment there was a knock at the door. “Get that.” He said uncharacteristically rude to me.
I decided to chance it hopefully not overplaying my hand. “What, so now I’m your slave?” I queried.
“Yes.” He said with a measure of resolve.
“Kinky!” I squealed and in a fit of excitement I took off my blouse and my bra to answer the door.
It was a woman in her thirties, blonde and dressed professionally in a dark business pants suit. Turned with her side to me while she appraised her surroundings, I could see the outline of her rather large breasts. 38DD I guessed, making me feel small. “My car broke down and I was wondering…” She stopped mid sentence as she turned and finally noticed that I was completely topless.
“You need to use my phone, sure!” I finished her question by answering it.
“But you’re nude! I don’t want to interrupt.” She answered not knowing what to make of things. “The friend I was going to visit in this building should be back after awhile. I can wait.”
“Nonsense,” I grabbed her by the arm. It surprised me that this seemed to make her more comfortable. “Stay as long as you wish. Have a seat on the couch, the phone is on the stand next to it.” I led her to my couch and showed her the phone. Next I led Eric to the couch to sit next to her. She was attractive, and carried herself well. She had short blonde hair, blue eyes and perfectly white teeth. She also wore expensive black heels. I could tell she was a Type “A” personality. Very competitive. Once Eric was comfortable I sat down on the floor at his feet. I began stroking his inner thigh and laid my head on his knee.
She was taking all this in, it seemed she had forgotten about whomever it was she was going to call. Eric reached over and placed a hand on her knee gently rubbing it. She responded by moving closer to him. Emboldened he let his hand explore her thigh, to which she relented. With his other hand he gently caressed my face.