For SC
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It had started as a playful exchange online, but each seemed to know the rules and what was expected. The inevitable meeting 'for coffee' had been eagerly anticipated by each and the time spent in each others company had been as expected; polite, amicable, flirtatious and with a building tension of expectancy.
The niceties were interspersed with risqué flirtations as rules and roles were laid out through thinly veiled speech. It had amazed him that this seemed so easy, often without the need for clarity. Some how they just seemed to be on the same wavelength.
On meeting they had recognised each other immediately. Her close fitting dress, sheer nylons, heels and expertly applied make up meant she immediately stood out from the sea of sportswear and trainer clad women that seemed to pass for fashion these days. He, dressed impeccably in a dark suit, polished shoes and silk tie looked equally elegant. She noticed his clothes were neat and well cared for and that his shirt cuffs were French style with silver cufflinks. His hair was greying but it gave him a sophisticated air. If anything, she mused to herself, he looked very masterful rather than a man who adored being played with, teased and humiliated by a woman.'
'Yes I can be,' he offered in conversation, as if reading her thoughts' but you see in a position of decision making and power such as I hold, its just exquisite to hand oneself over to an exciting and dominant lady, not butch you understand, but one who knows how to control me with look of an eye, the swish of a nyloned leg and the click of high heel on a tiled floor.'
She knew exactly of course. Her stable of admirers had taught her the skills that were already dormant in her mind from a young age and she had learned the true power that men of this calibre were willing to hand over in their wish to worship women, as of course it should be!
She crossed her legs slowly and deliberately causing the swish of nylon to capture his attention, and caught his eye as he looked.
'Naughty boy,' she whispered softly with a smile.
He blushed slightly clearly embarrassed, but she loved every moment.
It was his desire to blurt out his innermost wishes, to share his fetish and with this vamp, yet he was aware that for all their online flirting she was a stranger and a temporary pang of hesitation prevented him for fear of mockery.
She sensed this and took control of the situation admirably.
'It's alright, its nice to be so admired, and by such a gentleman,' she reassured him. ............................
Out side the rain gently fell and their conversation came to a lull. 'I have a little shopping to do, would you like to help me?' she asked politely.
The gentleman in him agreed, and the naughty boy in him sensed the opportunity to watch those lovely stocking clad legs in shiny black high heels as he allowed her to walk ahead ...
'Yes of course he answered quickly.'
Outside the café he raised the umbrella, and she snuggled close taking his arm to shield her from the rain. They began to walk in step along the pavement, the click clack of her heels sending pulses of pleasure through him. He noticed how the rain splashed on her stockinged feet and found this curiously arousing and exciting and imagined what joy it would be to be kneeling before gently sipping champagne from her high arches and toes.
She called into several shoe shops and taunted him with ever higher heels; on the third visit she felt confident enough to assert her authority. Sitting on the stool she crossed her long legs and waited. It took him a couple of seconds to realise what was expected..
Shoes please, there's good boy.'
He felt himself blush slightly but almost as if in a trance knelt before her and removed the shoe that was dangling from her toes softly tickling the sole of her foot as he did so. He felt a burning sensation in his face as he realised that the young female shop assistants were looking on. At first they interpreted his action as one of a loving husband, but quickly realised he was being put a position of submission. Their embarrassed giggles caused his face to redden even more. Fantasy was one thing, being made to do this for real was another, yet he was hooked.
After visits to several more shops, during which time the weather had brightened, the sight to an onlooker would have proved interesting: A well dressed man fully laden with boxes and carrier bags from the finest stores struggled to retain control of them whilst just ahead of him a haughty a refined lady walked with her head held high clutching nothing more than a small handbag. Occasionally she would look over her shoulder and smile at him.
'Do try to keep up dear boy,' she would instruct before turning to walk on. In turn he was allowed the pleasure of viewing the perfectly straight seams which ran up the back of her stockinged legs before disappearing into the hem of her pencil skirt just above the knee.
Eventually she was escorted to her car, and he carefully loaded her purchases onto the rear seat. It was that awkward moment of parting. The gentleman in him took over once again.
'I've really enjoyed meeting, maybe we could stay in touch? He asked politely. She chuckled, mildly amused.
My dear boy I'm not through with you yet. Dinner this evening 8pm.' With that she placed a calling card in his hand, kissed him on the cheek and was in her car. He caught a glimpse of the welt of her stocking top before closing the door. She was away in seconds.
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At five to eight he rang the doorbell of her home. It was a pleasant detached house with well maintained gardens. He heard the click of her heels and the door was opened. She stood before him in a simple yet close fitting black cocktail dress. It hemmed at the knee and as she led the way he was delighted to observe that she wore a new pair of black suede court shoes that she had chosen that afternoon. Her fully fashioned barely black stockings shimmered in the evening light the seams were perfect. 'Cuban heel' he thought aloud noticing the pattern behind her ankle.
He was somewhat surprised on entering the lounge to see another lady reclining on a settee with a chilled drink in her hand. In her mid forties she looked graceful and classical. She greeted him with a smile of her cherry red lips but made no attempt to move.
'This is Barbara, I thought it might be fun for her to join us,' intoned his playful mistress. He noticed that Barbara's long legs were also encased in sheer nylons and as he looked she flicked her left shoe so that it dangled from her foot. He licked his drying lips, and noticed a wry smile from Barbara.
Dinner was a pleasant and convivial affair and he found himself relaxing and enjoying the company of these two very stylish, attractive and sexy ladies. He wondered what they knew of one another. Where they friends? Lovers? Did one know of the others fetish for dominating men? He was intrigued.
After dinner they retired to comfortable chairs where the conversation continued.
'Be a good boy and refill our glasses will you.' He was slightly taken aback by this sudden request delivered in such a way, and in front of her friend. He felt himself blushing again.
'Oh don't worry; Barbara is well aware of my pleasures. In fact I invited her to help in your training, isn't that kind of me?'
'Well, yes I....' He got no further
'Fill those glasses then, quick with it.' Interjected his mistress and stopping him mid sentence
He noticed his hands trembling, and felt his heart thumping as he steadily refilled each ladies glass. He returned the bottle to the cooler and turned to notice that both ladies were now sat together on the settee and looking at him intensely.
