Too dress you would be DEVINE’

Why, because it would allow me the time to look you in the eyes, to trace the shape of your body with my hands, to examine your scent and the way you hold yourself still.

‘ I want to tear the clothes from your body and fuck you hard and deep’ is typically cliched don’t you think Emily.

No, my lustful begging act would begin with the slipping off of your familiar costume so you stand before me as a naked palette all woman and gentle soft shape.

Stay out of the shadows?

The only shadows would be those cast by the bedside lamp upon the walls of our very private room, a hotel room in the big city.

I have what I want you to wear.

Take my hand, please sit on the bed.

I kneel on the floor in front of you.

My hands rest upon your hips then slide along your thighs, down your calves to your toes.

Was that a shudder, has your breathing changed, why do you shake.

What do you see now, yes that’s right they are net stocking, black and soft, thigh high with a band of lace that wraps your upper leg. They climb just high enough that you feel my hand brush your sex as I pull and tease them into place.

Did you feel that?

Perfectly positioned, painted lace black legs, kissable through the holes.

Mmmmm....you feel good.

Now my Harlot, if I may, take my hand, please stand.

Harlot? Oh it has many meanings, but tonight you may be safe knowing you are simply my Courtesan, my very own Scarlet Woman to use as I please.

Now lift your arms above your head.

The dress falls over your body, it’s length settling just below the lace of your stocking.

Yes, I know that the fabric is lite my goddess It’s almost like you are wearing nothing at all isn’t it?

Black and fitting, tight and supportive across your breasts, in and around your sensual curves.

I smile because you are gorgeous.

Come closer to me.

My hand slips beneath the dress, gliding across your ass, kneading, pawing, pulling at your flesh. Slap! not once but twice.

Can you feel me pulling you closer?

Biting, kissing at your neck. Does the fabric protect you from feeling my body against you?

A whisper in your ear.

‘I have two more items that you must wear for me tonight my harlot . The boots at the bottom of the bed, yes those ones, the come fuck me boots, and this necklace.

A delicate silver chain thread through a pendant, the symbol of femininity, the ‘O’ and the ‘+’.

The cold chain follows the V of your dress, the pendant sits perfectly between the line of your breasts.

Let me adjust it slightly, My hands to your neck, your chest.

Do your nipples always react in this way I wonder?

A whisper again,

‘Does the ‘O’ represent the opening of a woman, I wonder, my hand slips between your legs.

Let me see.

Can you open a little wider for me please, my foot taps at your ankle, a little wider,

That’s better, good girl.

Do you know what I think?

I think the symbol your wear is very hard and sharp, cold to the touch, whereas what my fingers feel here is delicate and warm. Why are you moving like that, is it also tender, hmmmm, perhaps.

I will stop that now.

Can I have your mouth please.

Taste yourself, lick it from my fingers whore.

My hands circle your neck.

Look at me.

Our kiss is deep with hunger, blood filled lips, your mouth dances with the taste of you, the flavour of your cunt.

What was that you asked?

On the contrary, your outfit is complete, you will have no need for underwear tonight. It is my intention that I have complete access to you, whenever I feel the need, when I want something from you.

To prove the notion I drop a thin strap from your shoulder, the material falls just enough to gift me a nipple.

A gentle kiss, then a bite to sample its firmness.

Come, let’s go, our adventure awaits.

I open the door, take your hand.

Ladies first.

You feel a hard smack on your ass.

Such a naughty girl.