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Darkness Pt 3 – The Secretary and the Stripper [part 3 of 8]
By: aj (oodeex@yahoo.com)This is part three of a much longer story. It is helpful to read the first two parts in an attempt to understand how we got this far. She is tied to a bed, and her master is whispering in her ear, causing remberances of a time when they went shopping at a small clothing boutique. Stephanie is in the dressing room helping her get dress for the show that is soon to begin. Please vote and if you have a chance provide feedback.
The Secretary Emerges
His voice gently brought me back to the present. It was strange sitting in the store waiting for you to show me the different outfits that Stephanie selected. Of course they were ultimately chosen by me, but, she had an idea of the clothes that I came into the store for you to try on. It was his description of the different outfits that brought you back to that day in the changing room.
I seem to recall, he whispered, the first outfit was what I referred to as the secretary look. And just like that, you were back in the changing room, sitting on the bench with Stephanie at your feet.
We need to give him a show that he will not soon forget. She was smiling as she said this. Somehow, even thinking back on that afternoon it still seemed a blur.
It was almost magical the way Stephanie could get you dressed in a complete outfit, freshen up your makeup, even do your hair while fluttering around and keeping you in a constant state of arousal. The orgasms you had did little to quell the thirst you felt for this stunning beauty now waiting on you, what some may call ‘hand and foot.’
The first outfit she dressed you in was indeed what master called ‘the secretary’. Kneeling between your legs she gently opened a pair of the most wondrous silk nylons and with great care slid them up your legs. You would eventually discover that with each new outfit came a new set of nylons. The heat from her hands warmed your skin as they worked their magic, smoothing the silky material, and in this case making sure the seam in the back was perfectly straight.
With this act, straightening your seems, it seemed that she spent a great deal of time, fussing, straightening, and the ever-present touch of warm fingers smoothing over silky thighs. She had also picked out a lacy white thong and demi-bra with a matching white garter belt. Master liked garter belts.
The bra she chose barely covered your nipples, which at this point seemed to be in a continual state of arousal. If not due to the events that were happening, then due to Stephanie’s constant touching, caressing and every so often a slight pinch of your nipples. She would whisper in your ear when she pinched your nipples, the outfit will look much better if he can see how excited you are, this will help.
A fashionable black skirt just reaching above your knees, a white blouse and matching black jacket added to the proper look of a Madison Avenue secretary. The blur of activities continued even after she had you dressed.
She adding a thin black leather tie that reflected back in the mirror a look that proclaimed, I am professional, but maybe just a little on the side of kinky.
The heels she had picked out, black 4 inch pumps completed the outfit. You knew he would like the heels, what he jokingly called ‘fuck me shoes.’ Touching up your makeup, pulling your hair back into a bun and then finally plain black rim glasses completed the overall look. You watched mesmerized in the mirror as she transformed you into his fantasy of the proper secretary.
Even at the end, just before you walked through the curtains, Stephanie handed you a briefcase for you to carry. It was this attention to details that completed the transformation and had you anticipating what would come next. As you exited the changing room you could see the beaming smile on his face. You could tell just by the glint in his eyes that he was pleased.
You wanted to rush over and become his naughty secretary, sitting on his lap, crossing your legs, letting him get a glance of your stocking tops, perhaps a bit of the white garter that held them in place, and then, like all good secretaries, take a letter. You wanted to feel him press against your ass, you wanted to feel his arms gently touch your back, resting one hand on your knee. His wants, you soon found out, were somewhat different.
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The sound of your heels on the hardwood floor echoed throughout the small boutique. As you approach where he sat, his hands came up and began commanding your actions through various hand signals that had been established some time ago.He understood that there would be times when the two of you might be separated, such as being at different ends of the same room.
He also understood, as did you, that he also liked to be teased. Months ago he developed a series of hand signals whereby he would be able to communicate to you his desires. The hand signals became his way of silently accomplishing this.
A raised palm told you to stop. Fingers to his lips indicated for you to also be quiet and simply obey. Folding his fingers down commanded you to sit down. There was a chair placed in front of him, but still a few feet away. Sitting down you were able to adjust your skirt in such a way that he would be able to see your legs. Crossed fingers told you to slowly, he always liked it slow, to slowly cross your legs.
Always being the tease he had you cross and uncross your legs a few times. The sound of the nylon rubbing against each other seemed to echoed throughout the store. It became a very erotic and exciting sequence of actions. Other signals told you to lean forward, which cause the hem of your skirt to raise slightly above your stocking tops, letting the clasps of your garter belt come into his view. Other signals commanded that you find the means to casually raise the end of your skirt letting even more of your beautiful leg come into his view.
Continuing with this dance he gave signals to stand up, to turn around, and to walk away from him a number of steps, as indicated by the number of fingers held up. There were even elaborate indications directing you to drop something, bend over letting your skirt raise even more, and providing him with even more views of your legs. During your time together with him, you began to understand more and more how much he loved to watch. And ever present was his silent gesture for, tighten and relax.
Your pussy soaked through the thong you were wearing from this constant attention to his commands. Finally he gestured for you to re-enter the changing room for the next outfit.
Your excitement had built to the point that you could barely make it back to the dressing room. Once entering through the curtain, Stephanie was standing there to greet you with a similar smile that master had. You did well my love, I am sure that he was very pleased.
Another whirlwind of activity began as Stephanie quickly started to undress you once more and begin the transformation clothing you in a different outfit. erotic stories male domination
His voice brought you back to the present, still blindfolded and bound to the bed. I loved the secretary look she dressed you in. Having you obey my hand signals brought me to the brink of cumming. You could feel him along side you, pressing his hardness against your thigh. Your senses, still heightened due to the total darkness you were in, felt him slowly rubbing against you, humping your leg. He felt so hard.
When I had you bend over in front of me, your skirt raised up letting me see the tops of your stockings. Your legs are so beautiful.
I wanted to run over to where you were standing, push you down over the back of the chair, lift your skirt completely over your ass and just ram my prick into your wetness. I wanted to fuck you so bad, but I knew that more of the show was waiting.
Back in the dressing room, Stephanie was simply a blur of activity, new nylons, this time pale yellow stay ups, yellow boy shorts and a matching yellow push up bra presented the mirror reflection with another vision. Yellow open toe heels were gently place on your feet, Stephanie kneeled down in front of you and gently latched the strap around your ankle. For this look your hair was let down and brushed out, a quick wipe of the previous makeup and new fresher makeup was applied.
Whereas before as the proper Madison Avenue secretary you wore a red lipstick, now she made your lips paler to go more with the yellow overall outfit. The correct color eyeliner completed the look. The look was one of a dance hall stripper.
As before, to complete the overall look of the outfit, just before exiting the dressing room, she wrapped around your shoulders pale yellow wrap.
This time, when the curtains parted his back was turned to you, probably having stood up to stretch a bit. This time, where before there was a chair for you to sit, the area now contained a dance floor, and what looked like a stripper pole. As he turned around you knew what was expected. It was times like these when no verbal communication took place and you just knew what to do. This always continued to amaze each of you, the magnitude of the silent, unspoken words that was just simply understood.
In the background music began to play and he sat down in front of the stage. Swaying with the music your body reacted to the sounds, your eyes focused on him and the dance began. Moving around the floor, dancing in front of him it seemed as if your hands began to react without any thought at all. They slid down your stomach, fluttering over your underwear resting on your thighs in the area between the tops of your stockings and your pussy.
The heat from your pussy was unbelievable and being so close to him you were sure that he could actually smell your passion.
Your hands fluttered over each part of your body, touching your chest, feeing your ass, and yet never touching what was needed to be touched. He has not only taught you how to tease him, but how to tease yourself, and you learned your lessons well. The pole became an extension of the dance, gripping onto it, moving your legs around it, feeling your body make love to it. After a few minutes of this dance of passion the room became very warm and your body told you it was time to begin stripping in earnest.
First the wrap came off, landing at his feet. He leaned over, picked it up and draped it over his shoulder. Then came your bra, slowly of course, and even after the bra was undone, your kept your hands in front of your breasts teasing with each slight exposure of more and more skin, until your breasts came in total view. As you danced close to him you leaned over his body, gripping his wrists and effectively trapping his hands in your. With his hands trapped you slowly leaned over and watched as his mouth opened, letting him taste your nipples with his tongue. That feeling of wanting to just rip open his pants, pull out his prick, and sit on him, thrusting against him until you both explode came over you again, but again you resisted.
As your breasts got closer to his mouth you could feel the heat from his body, you watched as his tongue lapped up the tiny sweat drops forming in the valley of your breasts. His mouth opened sucking in your nipple, first one then the other.
You did not believe that your nipples could get any harder, considering the constant attention that Stephanie was giving them, but under his manipulation they did. Finally you retreated away from him, back onto the dance floor to continue removing your shorts.
Stockings were going to stay on. Turning your back to him your hands reached the sides of the shorts sliding them down your legs, over your stockings, until you had to bend over, lifting one leg at a time to completely remove them. He told you later that when you bent over he could just see the outline of your pussy. He told you it was beautiful.
Once the shorts were removed, you then slowly turned around dancing toward him once again. He could now see all of your nakedness.
As you once again danced closer to him, his hand reached out, calling out for your shorts. You appeared to casually drop it into his lap, but, in your eyes he could see it was anything but casual. The act was intentionally designed to drop your smoldering shorts directly on top of the throbbing budge you saw in his pants. From there he reached down and picked up your shorts as the dance continued and you moved back off the dance floor into the dressing room.
With the shorts in his hand, and his eyes locked on yours, you watched as he slowly lifted them to his face and breathed in the nectar that is you.
It was this small action; breathing in your scent through your shorts that finally gave you a small bit of pleasure as your pussy throbbed once more and exploded just as the curtains closed around you. Stephanie was there to take you into her arms and again kissed you.
After that dance I was beside myself with your passion. I wanted you so bad, but, I knew there was one more outfit, one more adventure that afternoon in the boutique. Once again his voice brought you back to the present. More and more this was like watching a movie telling the story of a single afternoon filled with wonder, filled with love. When I smelt your panties it was the most wonderful smell that I could have ever imagined. I almost came simply by your tasting your scent. And then, moments later you once again emerged with the final outfit of that afternoon.
There is more – To be continued.
