I gently lift your foot and slip the stocking over it, the fabric tickling slightly as it passes over your heel to your ankle. I slowly slide the stocking up your leg, takings time to slide my hands along your calf, around the sensitive flesh at the back of your knee, up your thigh, the elastic holding three inches from your hip.
I lift your leg to the hassock, next to the things you’ll wear - stockings, garter, boostier, skirt - tasteful black with scarlet panties underneath. Your leg elevated, I rub my fingers across it and lift my mouth to the space between your legs and run my tongue along you, tasting the glorious musk you are gifting me.
I lower your foot and return to my task, slipping the stocking up your other leg is the same languorous fashion, letting you revel in being so carefully touched and dressed. My tongue returns to you, slowly teasing your clitoris out of hiding.
Then the garter wrapped and hooked around your waist. The cords dangling down the front of your thighs, tickling along your backside, which is still so sensitive. You gasp and I look up at you, concerned and you smile. It's ok. 'I won't say any more' your smile tells me.
I go back to work, lifting one foot and then the other to get the scarlet silk in place and slide it up. Up. Up until it is just about ready to cover you. You feel my fingers between your legs as I set the clitoral vibrator in place, clamps affixing it to your skin. I see you biting your lip to keep from making any noise.
The panties slide over your ass, their deep red eclipsing the color from the discipline you begged for. Cool on your hot skin, comfort and ache. I stretch the garter straps down to your stockings and the sensation concentrates, two lines down your backside. Pleasure and slight pain. You squirm but the clitoral clip and the garter straps hold everything fast.
Again your feet, to slide the pleated skirt up along your thighs, across the curve of your ass and zipped into place. Long enough to be discrete, only you and I know its secrets.
I stand and you see my cock standing out before me. I slip the boostier onto you, arranging its cups under your breasts and then pulling it close. Corseting it. You maneuver to help me but with your arms bound over you, you have little room to maneuver.
I look longingly on you before leaning in for a kiss. You see I’m breathing hard, but I stop, instead paying attention to your left breast. With a finger I collect the drops that dribbled from your mouth earlier and feed them to you. You suck on my finger as if it were my cock, as if there was something you could do that would get my cock finally inside your pussy.
I kiss you now, long and deep, and then dress myself. As I do I test what I’ve attached to you; the thrum hits your clitoris in a wave. Your nipples stiffen against the hard cups and you twitch to find yourself still held fast.
The sensation grows as you watch me don a dress shirt purchased for you to tear from me, and then the cock ring to hold my own torment. Some loose boxers that do nothing to hide my raging erection. You are about to cum when I flick the device off and then pull on my slacks and belt them in place.
I undo your bindings and then affix your choker necklace to you, another bright red symbol of your submission. And then you tie my tie, slide my jacket over my shoulders. I slide the scarf over yours.
The car, and the evening, are waiting.
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