Grace stood serenely still, fresh from the shower, as Michael misted her naked body with her favourite perfume. Her nipples were already stiff with excited anticipation for the evening ahead. She pulled him close to her and kissed him slowly.
'I think I'll wear the sheer white blouse, and a pair of those panties that rip really easily.'
Michael made his way to the closet. 'What skirt would you like Miss?'
'I can't decide, maybe I won't wear one.' Grace lay on the bed.
When Michael turned from the closet with the blouse and panties, Grace was looking at him, her legs wide apart, and her fingers gently rubbing her clitoris.
'I'm feeling horny but come and make me hornier.'
'Yes Miss'. Michael laid the blouse and the panties over the chair in the corner of the room and knelt at the foot of the bed. He ran his hands along the inside of Grace's thighs, and she moved her hands up to her breasts and started to play with her nipples. Michael spread her labia wide and buried his face deep into her pussy. His tongue licked and explored while Grace moaned and writhed. She orgasmed quicker than usual, and Michael lapped up her delicious juice. His cock pulsated in its metal cage, straining to escape.
'Wonderful.' Grace sighed. 'Now dress me.'
Michael got up from his knees and dressed Grace in the white blouse. Her nipples, still pert, silhouetted amazingly through the almost transparent fabric. He slid the panties gently up. She kissed him again, slow, and sensually.
Grace led him by his caged cock to the chair and pressed her hand to his chest for him to sit. He did and arranged his hands behind his back. She placed handcuffs between chair and clipped then shut, giving them a tug to make sure they were secure. Michael sat perfectly still, naked apart from his metal cock cage. The buzz of the doorbell made his cage twitch and Grace smile as she left the room to answer it.
