My yearly physical was due and I had set up an appointment at my local PPO. I never know who I'm going to get doing the physical. It's a group practice and my doctor retired a couple of years ago. Since then, I haven't bothered to get a new primary doctor; I just see whoever's available when I need to make an appointment. It makes it a lot easier to be flexible around my work schedule. I'm a freelancer so my schedule is never routine.
She was feeling a little nervous as she arrived. Mistress Heather, as she was known in the D/s community, was still a rather young girl of 23. She had been a practicing Domme for a little over 3 years, however most of those experiences were in the confines of a few of her college relationships. It had only been for the last 9 months that the blond haired Domme had sought more professional experiences with true sub girls.
Late in the evening, we three arrive at a club that WE've discovered that has a highly sexually permissive atmosphere.
WE have dressed you in a snug vinyl high-necked jumpsuit that nicely emphasizes your sexy form, and it has a velcro tear flap at each of your breasts as well as one between your thighs. It has thicker bands at the waist, wrists, elbows, ankles, and just below the knee with sound metal rings fastened at each point.
Like any other good day, today started out with my wonderful Dom tying me up. Nothing puts me in a better mood than feeling the touch of rope on my skin -- the only thing that centers me more is feeling his hand in my hair as I kneel in front of him.
"Lay down on the bed," she said, standing before me wearing just this little diaphanous garment so thin and short I could see the twin dark circles of her jutting nipples, as well as the gentle flare of her slim hips. Just a hair's breadth below the gauzy hem was the trimmed pubis and sweet pink flesh I wanted to badly to plunder. But not right now. She was in control tonight, and I was doing whatever she said.
They walked in to the room and let the door close behind them, finally alone. Instantly they were in each other's arms, kissing hungrily. Suddenly she broke the kiss,
"Easy now pet, plenty of time for that. I'm going to go and change, why don't you undress for me". With a smile she walked in the bathroom.
Standing in the doorway, she watched the sweat drip down the gardener's chest. The tall, muscular man, had stopped beside the mower and wiped his brow off with a well-tanned arm. She waited restlessly for him to notice that she was standing at the door in a cropped T-shirt and a pair of tiny white underwear. She had been trying to get the man's attention all day.
It started innocently enough I just never thought it would go as far as it did. I became acquainted with Suzanne through a popular erotic story website. In my spare time I write erotic fiction and Suzanne provided feedback on a few stories I wrote. She said she like my stores and wanted to know when I was writing more.
She paced the hotel room nervously, glancing every few minutes at the clock on the nightstand. Any minute now she thought, as the time slowly ticked by. Absently she twisted her fingers as she paced. She knew this was going to be different than anything she'd ever experienced, she didn't know how, she just inherently knew. What could she expect? She didn't know. She paused in front of the mirror, checking her hair and slight touch of makeup.
It began with a dress.
She had always loved it. Loved how men looked at her when she wore it. But she always felt a little guilty. She had built her rep and her career on being being smart, forthright and right pretty much all the time. She fought the office battles on equal terms and never allowed her sexuality to come into it.