Nine
It was time to turn the tables on him, somewhat. Being dominated, being controlled in an erotic fashion felt great, but now she wanted to do it to him. She wanted to control, wanted him to feel the wonderful frustration and ultimate release. He should enjoy it, and she definitely would enjoy doing it.
She adjusts the position of the chair in the room. She had found it on sale at a trendy furniture shop, and immediately thought of possibilities. It had taken some effort to get it onto the luggage cart and then up the elevator into the room (and some resulting stares from other 'guests' poking their noses into her business). It was strangely shaped, for certain.
It features a black metal tubular frame. A high back, with high full length arms, covered with well padded soft black leather. Four sturdy legs sit under it at the corners. A leather covered seat cushion, soft, fairly well padded. It looks comfortable, but supportive. What normal use this chair could have, she did not know. It was just some weird trendy design that would be bought as a show piece. No show piece here, she had very definite plans for this piece of furniture in the near future.
He was due to arrive at the room in a few minutes. She still had her work clothes on, it had been a normal long, trying day. She was looking forward to working out some frustration (and causing him some frustration at the same time). She walked over to the table, poured herself a stout hit of wine, and drained the glass. Savoring the slight head rush, she turns on some background music and the overhead fan. He's going to need some cooling off in the coming hours.
She hears a knock on the door, opens it, and he is there. He steps in, and starts to utter a greeting. She puts her finger tip on his mouth.
"No. If you want to play, it has to be by my rules tonight! Agreed?"
"Uh ... OK, I guess."
"Do not speak unless I ask you to. Do exactly what I tell you to, without question, and without protest. Agreed?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"That wasn't the question. Answer my question."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. Now go into the bathroom and wash off that body. I'm not touching you until you are squeaky clean. Put on what I left in there for you. Leave the door open. I want to make sure you're not sneaking a whack off behind my back!"
He goes into the bathroom, strips down, and steps into the shower.
"Make sure you clean that thing well, if you expect it to touch any part of me tonight!"
After a few minutes, he finishes, steps out, and dries himself off. A pair of silk boxers lie on the counter. He slips them on. He starts to walk out, and she stops him with a finger in the chest.
"Stop right there."
He complies. She walks over to the bed, opens her night case, and pulls out some black objects. She approaches him.
"Put out your hands."
He does. She slips a cuff around his left wrist, and then a mate onto his right wrist. She bends down, and puts one onto each ankle. She stands up.
"This way," she orders, and leads him over to the chair.
"Sit."
He does so. She bends, and secures his ankle cuffs to the chair legs.
"See those bars?"
She points to the support bars that go from the chair arms to the seat. He nods.
"Grab them."
He complies. She secures his wrists to the support bars, so that his hands are resting on the outside of his thighs. His limbs are immovable. The restraints are snug, but not uncomfortable.
"Comfy?"
He nods, not risking saying something negative that might curtail his carnal wishes for the evening.
"I'm going to take a long, hot shower now. Unlike you, I will pleasure myself while I'm in there. Remember, this night is about me and my pleasure, not yours!"
She then walks over to the bathroom, strips, and gets in. She has positioned the chair so that he does not have a direct line of sight to the open door, but can see it in the large mirror over the bed.
She takes her time, enjoying the heat of the water against her skin. She can feel his eyes on her through the curtain, and hopes she is inspiring a raging hardon. She spruces up her razor cut, sharpening the edges of the V shaped design carved into her pubic hair. As she washes herself, she marvels at how smooth her private are feels to her touch, how slick it is.
Legs deliciously smooth. She finishes, steps out, and makes a show out of drying herself off.
Leaving the bathroom, she stops in front of the vanity. She bends over a bit, to get closer to the mirror to examine her makeup for any flaws. In reality, she's just giving him a great shot of her ass in his mirror view.
She walks over to him, stands between his legs close to the edge of the chair.
"You haven't made a mess down there yet, have you?"
"No, ma'am."
However, the tent that is pitched in his lap testifies to her success so far in her tease.
She walks back over to the bed, and opens up her night case. She opens the protective pocket that contains the delicate fabrics she is looking for. First, a satiny bra with sheer, see through cups. Following, a wide lacy garter belt, the six clasp variety. While not directly showing them off to him, she does pause to look them over a bit as she picks them up. More tease, please? Sheer stockings, back seamed, of course. Satin panties, with a teasing thong back. All a deep burgundy color.
"Remind you of a car?" she asks.
She scoops up the frills, and walks over to in front of the chair.
"I'd ask you to help me put these on, but it seems you're all tied up."
She moves over to his left side, and places her foot on the left arm of the chair. She bunches up one of the stockings, and slowly pulls it over her toes. Slowly up she slides it, moving back and forth a bit to make sure it stays smooth against her leg. When she reaches the top part of her calf, she stretches out her leg and rests the foot against the right chair arm. Her leg is stretched out right in front of him. She continues sliding the sheer material up her leg until it reaches the top band, stopping about 6 inches from her crotch.
"Do you want to touch my leg?" she asks.
"Oh ... yes," he moans.
"Not a chance."
She pulls her leg back away from him slowly, and walks around to the right dies of the chair. She repeats the teasing performance, and then walks to the front of the chair. With her back to him, she picks up the panties off the ottoman. She bends over, and slides them up her legs, making a show of adjusting the thin strip of material between her cheeks. Her ass is about a foot in front of the chair, so he has a close up view of the proceedings. She looks back over her right shoulder, and sees that he is completely focused on her backside. Good, he can just suffer a bit more, she thinks to herself.
Picking up the garter belt, she bends over and slides it up her legs. It rides up over her hips, to rest over her belly just below the belly button. The little rose is positioned not an inch below it. She slides it side to side a bit, to seat it well. Pulling her left leg up, she rests the foot on the ottoman. Grasping the back garter strap on the left side, she bends over a bit, stretches it, and pinches the clasp onto the top of the stocking. She repeats on the right side. She can hear him moaning softly as he views the tease.
She turns around, raises her right leg, and sets it on the seat cushion between his legs. She moves the toes up until they are just barely touching his balls. He moans loudly, and tries to push himself against the upper part of her foot. She pulls back, making sure that there is just the barest amount of contact – enough to torture him some, but not enough to give any satisfaction to his throbbing member.
"Like that?" she asks.
He looks up at her, and begs for relief.
"No chance. Not until I am ready."
