Stuart wandered over to the red leather sofa and flung himself down upon it. His leather pants squeaked as they connected with the cushions and his still sweaty skin slipped as his leaned against the arm.
"Lydia," Stuart said. "Come sit by me." Stuart patted the seat next to him.
Lydia left Thomas, her husband and slave, draped over the ottoman, his arse still on display. She walked over to the sofa, then demurely bent her knees sideways and sat down next to Stuart's hips. She placed her hands in her lap and looked up at him submissively. Stuart held out his arms to Lydia and she immediately bent forward for him to wrap them around her. Stuart brought Lydia's head down to rest on his bare muscular chest, and began to affectionately stroke her hair.
"Sweet Lydia," Stuart purred. "Are you telling me you have become a switch bitch?"
"Not at all," Lydia murmured. "But tonight, watching you flog your slave then fuck mine, I couldn't help but want to be part of the action."
"I see," Stuart said, continuing to run his hand over her long dark hair, brushing it away from her face and down her back. Stuart pushed his hand down the back of Lydia's latex briefs and cupped her right buttock within.
Stuart had known Lydia for several years. They had met one night at a private party hosted by a mutual friend. Lydia had a girl slave in tow that night, and Stuart was highly impressed by the level of obedience the girl exhibited. Lydia had put her slave on display, cinching her thighs wide open over the sides of a chair, inviting the guests at the party to feel the girl's cunt. She didn't bother to tie the girl's hands, did not blindfold or gag her - Lydia had simply demanded that the girl be used as her Mistress saw fit and the girl had unswervingly complied.
Stuart had not sampled Lydia's slave that night. His attention was firmly focused on the Mistress who captivated his heart and made his cock rock hard. Lydia had been wearing a black leather corset that night, her breasts neatly encased in the bustier section at the front. At the rear Lydia had draped a veil of black gauze that hung down like a train with ostrich feathers decoratively cascading over the top. Every time she drifted past Stuart the air was stirred by her feathered skirt, and something in Stuart's soul was set aflame.
Stuart returned his attention to Lydia, now lying sweetly on his chest.
"I do not want you to be my submissive," Stuart stated frankly. "But I do want to fuck you. Would you like that?" he enquired.
"Yes," Lydia breathed against Stuart's skin.
"Yes what?" Stuart demanded, squeezing Lydia in his arms and laughing.
"Yes Master Stuart!" Lydia replied, a smile spreading across her face.
"Wait here," Stuart instructed Lydia as he slid out from under her. "And get those infernal briefs off!" he quipped.
Stuart walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers at the bottom. From within it he took a pair of small leather wrist cuffs, a silver snap, a single leather ankle cuff and a piece of shiny red rope. He returned to the sofa and gazed down at Lydia, her latex briefs now completely removed to reveal a neat triangle of hair on her mons. Stuart leaned over and ran his hand down the length of her corset.
"I want this off too," he stated unequivocally. Lydia rolled onto her left hip then turned over onto her stomach, exposing the lacings at the back of the corset. There were two sets - one was strung through the holes as the bottom of the corset, and the other which controlled the ones at the top - both tied in the middle at the waist. Stuart pulled on one lace and then the other, releasing Lydia from the constricting device. He slid the corset down over Lydia's hips and legs then dragged it off over her feet and neatly placed it on the other arm of the sofa at the far end.
Stuart looked back at Lydia lying in repose face down, her soft white form a direct contrast to the vibrant red of the leather cushions. She was lovely! Her dark hair had spread over her bare back, concealing the vertical lines the corset left imprinted on her delicate skin around her rib cage and waist. Lydia's legs were covered by black stay-ups and her feet were encased in her patent leather boots. Stuart decided he liked the look of the boots - he would leave them on. Her buttocks were two halves of a perfectly formed peach. Stuart leaned forward to run his tongue lightly along the crevice between the cheeks. Lydia moaned softly as soon as his tongue touched her skin.
"Easy, my pet," Stuart soothed, stroking the small of her back with the palm of his hand. "I'll take you soon enough!" Stuart gripped Lydia by the hips and turned her over to face him again. She was light under his touch. He wished he could have Lydia to himself for an entire night - there were things he yearned to do to her petite body. But for now, he stepped away from her and walked around to the end of the sofa where her head lay.
