From the moment I arrived I knew I was in for a treat. A sexual experience that would last with me forever. Janet had always been a sexual dynamo, and she could never get enough sex and was always trying out new things. I had only been going out with Janet for six months, and I already felt incredibly relaxed with her. Sometimes, I found, it could take years to be open about your sexual fantasies, but with Janet, it had only taken me a week, and already I was craving new fantasies as she had fulfilled those I had carried for years. Last week she gave me her pantyhose to wear and they felt great. They were a pair of 'barely there' coloured, gloss tights with a hi-leg patterned brief, and being slightly larger built than Janet, they were slightly tighter on me than on her, but the feeling against my legs was incredible. Every time I moved my legs, I could feel a soft sensational feeling spread across them, and best of all, she would proceed to shag me with her butt plug before sitting on top of me and riding me as if there was no tomorrow, and calling, or rather shouting at me, "bitch, fuck me harder bitch." A year ago, I would never have dreamt of being dominated like this, but Janet had completely changed my attitude and brought out my deepest secret fantasies that I had, some of which I never even knew I possessed.
So you can imagine my delight when she opened her door, standing in a wet looking silver latex top, covering her shoulders and sides, but slightly open between her cleavage so her ample breasts were temptingly revealing, and a short skirt made of chain links, showing off her muscled and toned thighs, but covering just about enough of her crotch to tease. On her legs she wore similar pantyhose to what I had worn last week, along with silver knee length boots with high heels. She pulled me in by my belt and closed the door in one swift movement before unbuckling my belt, pulled down my jeans and revealed my panty hosed legs and cock. Immediately she started to grind against me, her nylon sending sheer delight through my legs as it touched my nylon, and immediately I became hard, and my trousers had yet to reach the floor.
"Hello sweetheart" Janet said as she grinded against me "you are such a good boy putting on your pantyhose like Janet said. You will get a reward for that, you good boy you."
Wow, I thought, just how bloody wow is this?
"Come upstairs sugar, and I can give you your treat."
In fairness, I didn't really have much say in the matter, she pulled my cock behind her, and I found myself shuffling across the floor towards the stairs as my trousers were still around my ankles. Walking up stairs was more difficult, but I kept getting the odd glimpses of her bare nylon clad ass as her swagger caused the chain links in her skirt to move. Trousers around my ankles was the last thing on my mind.
In the bedroom I got another feeling of shock and excitement. Hanging from a ceiling was a suspended chair, I had seen this in Amsterdam, and had always fancied using one. I was shocked however, when she motioned for me to sit in it. As I took up my position, she started to undress me, leaving me completely naked except for my nylons. She pushed me back so the top of my thighs rested against a supporting strap and I fell into the chair with another supporting strap holding my lower back and a further one supporting my shoulders and neck. She took both my wrists, and put them through the wrist straps high above me, and securing them with Velcro straps. She then did the same with my ankles, pulling my legs apart and cuffing them into the ankle supports. No matter how much I tried I could not move, which was a shame, because I really needed to start wanking myself. But no, I was stuck in a semi lying down position, hanging half way between the roof above and the floor below, looking up at the ceiling.
Janet stood for a while, admiring my position and the predicament I was now in, then she lit some candles she had placed around the room and turned off the light. Everything around me was now in the shadow of flickering flames. She smiled and reached for the baby oil. Warming it up in her hands she began to rub the oil into my chest and around my shoulders, stopping briefly just to run her nose over the length of my dick. I shuddered at her touch and then begged her to let me know what she was going to do.
"Oh that reminds me, you good boy, its supposed to be a surprise isn't it" and she pulled out a scarf and moved over to my head and blindfolded me, tying it to the strap behind the neck support so now I couldn't even move my head. Wow!
She lent over me, and giggled before kissing me softly on the lips and slowly penetrating her tongue deep into my mouth, just enough for my tongue to catch the stud pierced in the centre of that tongue which made me wish that she would hurry up and suck me off to relieve my struggling cock. I could feel a wet patch developing around my cock, but my pantyhose was starting to get wet anyhow, with the baby oil dripping from my belly onto the nylon. How good that felt. Janet was about to whisper something in my ear; I could feel her warm breath travelling down my lobe, when the doorbell rang.
"Damn!" She said.
Something unrepeatable was my answer!
"Give me a minute darling, and I'll go and sort out whoever that is!"
"But you can't go dressed like that Janet!" I cried to her.
"You know me by now darling, I can and I will, it's just my way."
