Please, give me feedback...this is my first erotica story. :)
She walked in, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead from the mid-July heat outside. Even the white blouse and skirt she wore was too much for the almost 100 degree weather.
"Hey sexy...did you get the ice cream?" Her boyfriend was waiting in the living room of their apartment on the futon. It was late afternoon, just in time for the talk shows on TV -- he was listening to a Tori Amos CD.
"Yeah, I did. Chocolate ice cream, and chocolate syrup, just like you wanted. Now are you going to give me my birthday present or what? It's my birthday today, and you're the one who's done all the ordering around today. Shouldn't I get to order you around today?"
"Don't worry...you'll get your birthday present soon enough. Actually, I think now is the time. Go into the bedroom, the first part is on the bed. Put it on -- and put the ice cream and the syrup in the freezer on your way there." A grin creeped across his face, trying to conceal the plans that laid within.
"Don't you mean, put the syrup in the refrigerator?"
"No. Put both in the freezer."
"Okay...whatever you say, love. I'd better have a big surprise in store for my present!" She walked off, slightly annoyed that she had yet to receive anything for her birthday. At work, she got a call from her boyfriend asking to stop and buy the ice cream and syrup on the way back from work. She didn't think much of it at the time, but something in his voice sounded different...it reminded her of the first time they talked about sex, when they were first going out. His voice had the same almost nervous, but very excited twinge that it had before.
As she walked through the kitchen on the way to the bedroom, she stopped to put the ice cream and syrup in the freezer as ordered. A blast of cold air hit her in the chest as she opened the freezer. She sucked in a breath as the chill swept over her body -- after running around in the heat in the afternoon, the sweat made her entire blouse damp. The icy blast felt like it would freeze her skin.
She stepped into the bedroom, and saw a small cardboard box on the center of the bed. "Not another sweater," she thought to herself, remembering one of the gifts she received a year ago -- everytime she wore it, she would start sweating uncontrollably because it was too hot. She opened the box and lifted aside the tissue paper. There were plain red satin panties -- thankfully not a G-string -- a red lace corset, and red thigh-high stockings. For the second time in as many minutes, she gasped -- he had never bought any underwear for her before, let alone something like this. She took her gift out of the box, peeled her damp clothes off, and slipped into the new panties. The satin slid across her skin, from her ankles, along her knees, softly across her inner thighs, and finally to its rightful place on her body. She slowly put on the corset, then the stockings. After she was done, she stood up and looked in the mirror at herself.
She felt the satin and lace against her skin, and saw her body, draped with the deep red underwear, in the mirror. She shuddered as the sweat all along her flesh met the cool air in the bedroom. As she turned to look at her sides, the red satin of her panties shimmered along the curves of her ass. The stockings felt snug along her legs, and the tops of the stockings were just lacy enough to caress her thighs. As she admired herself in the mirror, she felt increasingly excited -- she had never worn lingerie like this before. She felt urged on by adrenaline -- the feeling of trying something new, and finding that it was enjoyable. She couldn't wait until her boyfriend saw her like this -- she was ready to pounce him!
He stepped into the bedroom, pausing once he saw her posing at the foot of the bed. "Mmmmmm...you look beautiful in that. I knew it would look perfect." A grin spread across his face, like the grin he had before. "And that's only the beginning. I promise, it only gets better from here."
"Oh really? Does that mean I get laid?" She laughed quietly -- she knew it was only a formality to ask. Of course she would have sex -- it was her birthday!
"Yes it does...but we play by my rules. And if you follow the rules, you get your reward."
"Okay. I'm yours!" She felt that tingle of excitement again. She felt like she was being ordered around, and frankly, it was fun.
"Sit on the bed." He slowly walked around the bedroom, drinking in the sight of her, clothed in only red lace and satin. The stockings looked soft and smooth along her legs, begging to be touched. Her panties stretched slightly, smoothly following the perfect contour of her ass, and around her hips, and over her pussy. Her corset held onto her waist just as tightly, and held her breasts up in two soft, rounded, full clouds on her chest. "From now on, you must do exactly as I say. If you follow my instructions, I promise that your good behavior will be rewarded."
The tingles of excitement before turned into full-on electric shocks running along her spine. She couldn't help but become sexually aroused by being treated like she was -- it was so new, and intriguing. She didn't know why it made her feel so, but she wanted more. She felt her pulse racing, and her blood coursing through her body. "So what shall I do for you...master?" She spontaneously thought of calling her boyfriend "master" as an offhand remark, considering the circumstances -- but saying it gave her an unexpected rush.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his smooth chest. He bent down, slipped off his socks, and threw them to the far corner of the room, along with his shirt. He undid his belt, then the button on his pants. He tugged on the zipper, and in a moment, his pants were on the floor. As he reached down for his pants, he slid off his boxers, then stepped out of them and threw them aside in one fluid motion. He took two steps towards her, sitting on the bed anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. He reached down with both hands, and began to caress her breasts. Harder, and harder, he fondled her. She could see his cock beginning to grow in front of her face.
She reached up to his cock, desperate to hold it and lick it as it got bigger every second.
"No!" He stepped back, chastising her. "I told you that you must obey my orders, slave."
Another shock of ecstasy ran down her spine. She felt herself getting wet as she realized what was happening. She began to melt in passion as her control of the situation slipped from her fingers. She, almost as a reflex, heard herself say "Yes, master."
