| The warm fingers of her unseen companion found the top of her
stockings. Just a hand's width across bare skin and he would find
her panties, now beginning to feel damp like her blouse. She opened
herself, inviting him to explore further. The first contact of skin
to skin was the like the heat of an overburdened electrical cord
sucking too much energy through itself. It was a simple design in black and silver. A chemise style top
with spaghetti straps, fringed as it neared her waist. It allowed
her natural cleavage to show nicely. The skirt was a wrap around
with a single snap closure. Knee length but fringed up about nine
inches to show off her legs just enough. Underneath was only the
black garter belt and matching stockings. Then there were the shoes.
The shoes were originally the focal point. Four inch black satin
spikes with a bow at the heel. Scattered rhinestones covered the bow
and below that was a strip of black fringe and rhinestones.
The
overall look pleased her. She considered making some minor changes
such as seamed stockings and red lipstick and matching nail polish
but decided that was a little too cheap looking. Her shoulder length
blonde hair was lightly curled on the ends and hung free as did her
breasts. Her makeup was understated, but effectively made her blue
eyes seem even larger than usual.
As he pressed his steel hard shaft to her opening she pressed
back against him. He felt the silkiness of her stockings against his
legs. He was gentle with her and allowed her to control the
penetration of her ass. Slowly she began to adjust to the intrusion
of his cock and begged him to go deeper. "Since you did such a good job on my feet this morning," she
explained, "I've decided to return the favor--just to show you that
I'm NOT the cold, heartless bitch you think I am," and she continued
her sucking. She darted her tongue into and all around David's toe
crevices, sucking his toes from the biggest to the smallest. She
stroked David's foot with her long fingernails; not a torturing
tickle-stroke but just enough to let him know that she could still
turn this reverse foot worship
session into wholesale tickle-torture if she decided to. David
sighed in ecstasy. He could hardly believe it was real! Here he was
having his own foot serviced by his mistress! He wanted to pinch
himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he couldn't with his
hands tied to the four-poster. Lady Ashley slowly removed David's
other slipper. "Noooooow," she exclaimed, "let's see about this
other foot. Hmmmm, it's just as pretty as the other one! Let me
taste the toes." She took David's right foot into her
mouth. "Mmmmm, very tasty," she exclaimed. "I didn't know you had
such tasty toes, slave."
"Okay I want you to dress in a short white skirt. Wear the
pleated one that goes about half-way to your knees. Wear the pale
blue cotton blouse with it. Pick out a pair of heels too. Oh, and
there's to be no other clothing; no panties, no bra, no stockings,
nothing. Plan to spend your lunch hour at my office. Take a cab so
that you're there by 12:15. Any questions?"
 When she'd finished dressing, her companions also discarded
their traveling clothes, the men dressing in black leather and
chains, the women in a variety of white leather and lace. We all
moved off the sand and onto the pathway leading to the grounds,
stopping so that the women could step into their stockings and
heels. Our uniforms were the standard maid's outfit, including black
stockings, suspenders, a skirt that just covered our bottoms, except
when we bent over, and an apron that was just high enough to cover
our nipples and long enough to cover the front of our skirts. The
apron was almost see through but not quite. We had little hats to
wear and five inch heels on our feet. I felt incredibly tall with
the shoes on!
She wore a black, velvet decollete evening dress with a high fan
collar that accentuated her ample cleavage and slim, hour-glass
figure. Her full lips matched the color of her long, curved red
fingernails, and she had on black
silk stockings and high-heeled stiletto opera pumps. Her long black
hair danced on her shoulders. For jewelry, Josie wore a set of gold
hoop earrings and an intricate platinum choker. Josie looked at her
image in the foyer mirror and smiled confidently. She was dressed to
kill, and she knew it.I stand in front of you and remove the blindfold. I tell you to
open your eyes and slowly rise and behold me. First thing you see
when you open your eyes are my black leather (low heel) shoes and
black stockings. As you rise to your knees, you follow my stockings
up until they stop about two inches below my black leather miniskirt
but my black silk garters bridge the skin gap. As you rise to your
feet you see my slim, bare midriff between my
skirt and a tight-fitting knit black long sleeve halter top with a
crew neck. You see my nipples pressing against the fabric at the
tips of two beautifully shaped breasts. Your eyes wander up to my
face and gaze at my wavy shoulder-length light brown hair, my two
deep blue eyes, my petite nose, and my very kissable lips. You are
in awe of my angelic face on an angelic body dressed like a harlot.
I break your blank gaze at me by snapping the black latex gloves off
my hand and tossing them aside.
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