Clothed man, nude female.
My fantasy
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This is a very quick story in a more personal style. I hope you like it!
xxx,
Kelly
To me this kink is all about style.
A man with a suit has class, education, sophistication. He smells nice, and takes care of himself. It's not even about money. Maybe he lives in a small unassuming apartment.
In his place there is modern art on the white walls, and he listens to interesting modern jazz.
He doesn't use coarse language, has a certain way to carry himself and isn't a creep. Most importantly he doesn't dwell in all the dull stereotypes.
When I come to him he is polite and respectful.
I'm a bit of a damsel in distress. Nerdy, insecure, nervous.
He is sitting in a vintage leather armchair. The leather is creaky and next to him is a coffee table with money bills on a platter.
I'm not a prostitute at all and haven't asked for money, but the fact that he is willing to pay shows me that he values what he's doing and in a subtle way it humiliates me.
There is no place for me to sit, he just points to the floor and I awkwardly sit on the ground before him. It shows the hierarchy that is going on.
We have some small talk and he offers me a glass of wine, which is not necessarily expensive, but good. I wouldn't know about it though. I can only guess.
Eventually he makes me stand up.
"Please disrobe for me." he says in a gentle voice.
The words come out soft but they hit me like a truck.
But I want this.
With trembling fingers I slowly undress before him.
On the coffee table there is a small leather clad notebook. He opens it, unscrews a large fountain pen and starts to take notes.
I am confused.
What is he writing, I am wondering.
I have never done this and don't know how, whether I should make it sexy. But I wouldn't know how to move or dance sexily.
It is all incredibly embarrassing and humiliating to undress before him. I am so conscious of my body. I'm not a model, just a plain average simple girl. I could give a list of all my insecurities.
It is warm in his place, but I am still having goosebumps.
Finally, I am standing in front of him all nude.
"Please don't cover yourself!" he says, and I am moving my hands away from my private parts to reveal my naked body to him.
His eyes roam my body and I feel like he sucks my shame into himself. Whatever happens from here on out, he has seen me vulnerable and helpless.
He motions me to turn around, and of course I comply.
There is no privacy he leaves me, I need to show everything to him.
He tells me to bend down when my back is to him.
My heart is pounding. I am thinking of objecting, but there is something in the situation, in him, that makes me comply.
And he continues to write something.
I even acknowledge his power over me by saying softly:
"Yes, sir."
I'm bending down, exposing my back and even my anus. There is nothing more humiliating. I feel like he has seen everything, he has taken everything from me, and I am now his in some weird way.
"I would like you to kneel." He is still polite and yet impossible to resist.
Of course I comply.
"Please spread your legs a little more. I would like to see."
