On the fifth night, I had stripped down to my panties and bra and was about to unclasp the bra when:
"No leave that, just take off your panties and bring them here." He ordered
I did as I was told.
He took the panties, placing them on the arm of his chair. Then he produced an item of dangly bits of material, which I later found out to be a suspender belt. He held it down and told me to step in it. It was then moved up my legs over my ass to rest around my hips. The straps adjusted to hang where he desired them. Reaching between the arm of the chair and his leg, he produced a pair of stockings, beautiful, sheer, see through black stockings. Taking one he scrunched it down to the toe area.
"Give me one of your feet, you can rest on my shoulders for balance if you wish."
Placing the stocking over my toes, he rolled it on and pulled it up over my calves and thighs. The feeling of that sheer material on my smooth skin was a sensation, something I had never felt before. Cool air, soft against soft, moving up my legs, I was shivering and shaking at the touch. He smiled at my reaction.
"See, it was meant to be. These are the types of clothes you were meant to be wearing, they suit you and feel good on you and look fantastic on your beautiful legs."
With that he attached the top of the stocking to the hanging straps, which kept it tight across my leg.
"Now the other leg."
The procedure was repeated. When he had finished he handed me my panties and made me step back into them. They were pulled up and adjusted so my ass and cock fitted perfectly.
"Now I want you to walk over to the door and back again."
I did as ordered. With every step the soft material caressed my legs, a feeling that was so right so good and as he said, meant to be. I could not have felt more comfortable and would loved to have walked all night for that sensation to continue.
But he called me back to him so that I was standing in front of him again.
"Now were are going to practice what you have learned and you will give yourself to me to be used and to pleasure me. I want you to give yourself to me and worship my body. Kneel down."
As I did, he opened his robe. He was totally naked and his dressing of me obviously had an affect as his cock was hard, ridged with veins full and visible. The perfect specimen was standing straight up.
With my hands running up his thighs, I moved closer, closer to this magnificent object before me. I moved my head in and buried it in his crotch. With a moan, he closed his thighs around it as I used my hair to caress his cock, his balls and thighs. I lifted my head and put my face in, breathing in his warm manliness and exhaling hot breath on everything in that area. It smelled so good and I knew I had to please it.
Lifting my head I saw wetness on his cock slit, put out my tongue and licked it, tasted it and swallowed. So sweet, warm and a delight in my mouth. Licking around the head, down the shaft to his balls, sucking on them while playing my tongue over those life giving objects. I lifted his balls and licked underneath, the smell, taste was orgasmic. I was licking up the shaft to the head which I needed in my mouth when he stopped me.
He stood up, let his robe fall, turned his back and bent over.
"Now I want you to service my ass. Treat it as a god and worship it."