I want you to do something for me, something different.
Close your eyes. Take a deep breath...and another. Try to imagine that I am not looking at you while you take that deep breath. But I am. I am watching your chest as it fills with air, your nipples pushing against the thin fabric of your dress.
Try to imagine nothing, clear your mind. So that when I ask you to do something for me you will be able to obey. Do not answer me with words, do not talk, just breathe.
Now imagine you are wearing a silk dress we purchased in China town years ago, remember? The old sales lady doubted she had one that would fit someone as 'western' as you. Chinese dresses were not really designed for a woman with your figure in mind. We all laughed because her meaning was obvious. Remember? It took over an hour but it was more then worth it, we found the perfect dress. It was much tighter then even you would wear in public...normally. And the color? An amazingly deep pink, almost red. The silk was so thin, so delicate that left unattended on a bed the slightest breeze could blow it away.
As we walked out of the store you leaned close to my ear and told me that you had stockings and garter belt that you had 'saved' for a special occasion. More silk you said, remember? And pumps too high to walk in. "Perfect," I told you.
Do you have the picture? Can you see yourself dressed as I've described? Imagine your effect on any man. Imagine your effect on me. Take your time; let your thoughts run free.
Good. This is the beginning.
A bedroom, tropical breezes, quiet early evening light. I think only we two exist here, but I could be wrong. Just outside the window we may have heard a sound. Maybe someone is watching? Should we continue? Of course we should.
I promised you something different, something out of the ordinary. Imagine, here tonight, in this room I will service you. But you have to do as I request. In the end you will be fulfilled if you obey. Obey me. The hardest part will be for you to relax and accept. Can you do this? Can you imagine?
Good. I knew you would be up for this. Strange when the shoe is on the other foot isn't it?
I will pull back all of the curtains to let the night air blow through our room. Chilly? I see you appear to be, or are you just glad to see me? Let me take your hand. Your heels are so high that walking is indeed an effort, but an effort worth watching. I can clearly see the outline of your garter belt as your hips sway.
"Stop," I tell you as I drop your hand and move away. Now six feet away I turn and look at you. Do you feel my eyes?
"Stand still." My cock begins to harden.
"Put your hands on your hips." You comply.
"Pull your dress up...slowly." Inch by inch the hem rises as experience some difficulty because the dress is so damn tight. Just as the tops of your stockings come into view again you hear me ask you to stop. I drink my fill.
"I want to see your ass." I command,
You know what to do don't you? Expertly the silk ascends until, framed perfectly by the black silk garter belt, the view is complete.
One step, two steps, five, can't you almost feel me behind you as my hands reach out? I cup your buttocks, lifting them, slightly separating, and feeling the tension you can't suppress.
Slowly I drop to my knees, never taking my hands off you. Kneeling behind you so close. So close my lips whisper a kiss. Then bolder I do it. I kiss your ass. First one cheek then the other. I trace the outline of you with my tongue.
"Do you like that?" I ask. But you do not answer, no words remember? How obedient you can be.
"Turn around."