I gave up control slowly. Nothing in my history suggests that I would act this way. Other than it feeling really, really exciting I can't justify nor can I explain my submissive actions...
It was a quiet Tuesday morning. I sipped coffee out on the back patio enjoying the warm morning sun and the cool, light breeze blowing across my bare chest. Daydreaming about nothing specific I watched the furry little squirrels jump from the telephone wires to the trees and scramble over the grass searching for nuts.
Startled by a buzz from my Droid, I turned to find an email telling me to get ready. My new, first and only, boyfriend would be over in about an hour. He wanted me fully dressed and on my knees inside of the front door when he arrived.
I scurried to the shower to begin my preparations. My heart began to race as I scrubbed myself clean and shaved everywhere that I could reach. Such anticipation! After toweling myself dry I rubbed lavender scented lotion over my entire body as I giggled eagerly. Slowly I pulled the thigh high stockings up over my knees, tingling all the way.
Which panties? Hmmmmmm...decisions, decisions. Black satin with a matching push-up bra, perfect! Adding a shoulder length blond wig, a little blush and bright red lipstick – quite fetching if I do say so myself. I then slipped on a simple, sleeveless black dress with a plunging neckline and sat down to slide on a pair of very exciting black, patent leather high heels. Admiring myself in my full length mirror I noticed how slimming a black outfit looks. Not quite passable but certainly very sexy.
Excited, tingly, almost hyperventilating I began to pace around my living room in awkward anticipation. When I heard footsteps on the front porch my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Damn! False alarm. I could tell from the shadow cast through the sheers on my front door that it was only the mailman. "I wonder if he likes blondes," I giggled to myself. Boldly, I moved closer to the door hoping to catch his eye. He did notice me as he turned to walk away. I blushed beat red as I returned his friendly waive.
WOW! What a feeling. Discovered, or was I? Who knows what he really saw through the sheers or what thoughts crossed his mind? All I know is that I gained a little confidence because he did not laugh at me. Also, I seemed to add a little wiggle as I paced in my heels.
I unlocked the door and peaked out through a small crack in the sheers looking for my new boyfriend. Finally I saw him exit his car and begin his approach. Tall and confident, smiling with a bounce to his step he came up the stairs and on to the porch. Quickly I did as told and knelt down a few feet from the door. I so wanted to please! He walked right in, looked around and slid the lock after he closed the door. Slowly and silently he circled me. Too nervous for eye contact I stared straight ahead listening to my heart thump intensely. "Nice. Very nice," he said softly. "I see that you like to follow my instructions. That makes me very happy."
Beaming with my largest smile I looked up at him and exclaimed, "Thank you! I wanted to look my best for you."
"Stand," he ordered as he offered his hand to assist me. "Continue to look downward."
Pulling on his outstretched hand I struggled a bit to stand. I guess eventually I'll get used to heels. Feeling my dress rise up on my thighs, I gave a little tug for modesty. Whack! He smacked my butt a bit harder than playfully saying, "Did I tell you to adjust your dress?"
"No Sir," I stammered, a bit stunned. "Sorry," I blurted out nervously.
"Twirl slowly," he said. "Stand up straight, suck in your gut...yes, yes that's more like it."
