Black BDSM Fashion and Submission
She dressed very carefully that morning. She wanted the first impression to be good. She’d been talking to him for about a month now, and they were finally going to meet.
The night before, she had spent extra time on a pedicure and manicure. Her nails were done in french tips, and toes were just shaped and topped with clear lacquer. She had chosen to dress completely in black. She chose a black lace thong, lace topped thigh high stockings and her black lace bra, black slip. She was going to wear her black suit and ankle strap shoes, because they made her legs and feet look sexy. Perfume was applied to strategic spots, cleavage, indide of elbows, wrists, bends of knees, back of neck, behind ears, and tummy. She was dressed. She put the finishing touches on her hair that shone with blonde highlights. Makeup was chosen to bring out the green fire in her eyes. She was ready. Maybe.
She arrived at the restaurant 30 minutes early and asked for a seat in the corner so she could see everyone who came in. She didn’t want any surprises at this point. She was waiting, breathlessly, watching closely for him to arrive.
She recognized him instantly, even though she had never seen even a picture. He was tall and muscular, dark hair, impecably groomed. He, too, was dressed entirely in black. Black tee shirt under black leather bomber jacket and black slacks. So far, so good. He leaned down to ask the hostess for Ms. X, and the hostess gave him a startling smile, spoke to him, and began to lead him back through the room to her table.
“Is this acceptable?” The hostess asked, referring to the table. He smiled at her, a slow, easy smile, looked at Ms. X, and said “It’s perfect, just perfect, thank you.” The hostess smiled and left them.
She was sipping on a cup of coffee, examining him over the rim. He didn’t move, just looked deep into her green eyes and smiled that same slow, easy smile he had given the hostess, but his eyes had taken on a deeper color. “May I?” he asked, and motioned toward the chair across from her.
“By all means.” she said. He pulled out the chair and sat down with the slow ease of someone who was very comfortable with himself and his surroundings. The waiter asked for his dring order and he said “I’ll just have ice water. I don’t want to dull my senses.”
She chuckled, deep in her throad, a low, sexy chuckle. “You think you might be needing those senses later?” she asked.
“Yes, certainly.” he said. “You’ll need yours also.”
The waitress brought a bowl of fresh strawberries and whipped cream to the table. She said “I hope you like strawberries, since it’s early I took the liberty of ordering fruit. She reached out and picked up a berry, dipped it in the cream, and slowly raised it to her lips, sinking her teeth into the flesh. “Mmmmmmmmmmm. Just right.” she said.
They sat there for about one half hour talking about matters. They told each other that neither was looking for a reason to leave home, and neither wanted any strings attached. One bargain was made. Both agreed to email the other the next day with a one word review/assessment of the session they were about to embark on.
“Have you made the arrangements?” she asked.
“Certainly.” he replied. He rose, held her chair, and they left the restaurant together.
He pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, got out and held the door for her. As they walked in, he held her elbow and opened the door, guiding her through the lobby and into the elevator. As soon as the door closed on them, he pushed the stop button, and turned to her.
Before she knew it, she was swept into his arms. “I’ve been longing to do this for such a long time now. I’m dying to find out if your fire burns as hot as your words convey.” And then, his mouth was on hers, gently, questioningly. Her hands came up to cup his head softly, and her lips parted to grant him entry into her sweet mouth. He could still taste the strawberries there, and a muffled groan escaped his lips. He said “Just an apetizer, I don’t want to rush this, I want to savour you like you did those berries.” “Your lips working on them was making me imagine them working on something else, and was quite distracting.” He started the elevator, and they proceeded up.
The room was plush. There was a small sitting area with a couch and comfortably over stuffed chairs. The bedroom was spacious, and there was a king sized four poster bed right in the center of it. A fireplace crackled against the wall. The covers were turned back, and she could hear soft music lilting through the air. There were roses on the night stand on either side of the bed, casting an intoxicating aroma into the room which blended perfectly with his fragrance. He was standing too close and she could nearly feel the heat coming from him. He had removed his jacket and casually laid it across the chair in the sitting room. He had also removed his shoes and was sock footed. “I hope you don’t mind.” he said.
“Not at all,” she said, and she lifted her leg to remove her shoe. He reached out his hand and said, “No, don’t.” “If those stockings are stockings as I imagine them to be, I’ve always wanted to make love to a woman wearing nothing but stockings and heels.”
She smiled and said “Well, then, you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”
He needed no further encouragement. He was behind her, unzipping her dress, slowly, his breath feathering hotly on the back of her neck. He said “Are you wearing black everywhere?” “God, it looks so nice on your creamy white skin.” She just sighed as he lowered her dress and lay it hung it carefully so it would not wrinkle. Then, he was back, and she stood there in her black bra and slip. She slid the silky slip down her hips and legs, slowly, wiggling a little bit as it went, and never taking her gaze from his eyes, smiling. Then, she stood there in nothing but a black thong, bra, stockings, and the ankle strap heels. He smiled. “I knew it.” “Sweet, very sweet.” “The contrast of the black and your light coloring is breathtaking, especially with those fire emeralds you have for eyes.”
He was there, his arms enfolding her, kissing her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue, tasting, teasing, enticing. His hands were running all over her, her cheeks, her hair, her neck, and then he put a finger in the cleavage created by the lacy bra. “Mmmmmmmmmm.” You are so soft.” Then her bra was gone and her breasts were bared to his gaze. She could feel the heat of his eyes piercing her flesh. “Oh, God, they’re lovely.” And his mouth engulfed a nipple as he pressed her lower body to his, making a grinding motion with his hips. “Feel it?” he said. “It’s all for you.” “I want to fill you with myself, every orifice of your body is going to be filled with me.”
She adjusted her body so that he could have full access to her breast as he nuzzled it, nibbled it, and finally sucked the nipple deep and hard into his mouth, biting the tip of it just enough to make it hurt. They backed to the bed, and he lay her down on it, removing her thong and looking down at her there, wearing only black stockings and heels.
“I’m going to worship your body with mine.” he breathed.
Then he was on her, covering her body with kisses, firey, hot kisses. His finger entered her warm hot pussy as her legs opened for him. She moaned “mmmmmmmmmmmm, yesssssss, you make me want you so bad.” He grunted, and kneeled between her legs. He poised there, holding his cock in his hand and teasing her clit with it like it was a dildo. Rubbing against her, feeling her getting hotter and wetter.
She said “Oh, yes, you’re so good. You’re gonna make me beg you for it, aren’t you?”
“Do you want it?” he asked with a raspy voice.
“Yes, I want you.”
He plunged into her, all at once, fierce, hard, full, and held there. He took her legs and wrapped them around his waist, and conquered her mouth with his. He stopped and told her “Now, I’m going to possess you everywhere.” His mouth crashed on hers, his tongue thrusting deep, over and over, matching the rhythm of the thrusts of his cock in her cunt. He reached around and inserted his finger into the tight little opening of her ass, and she heard him do ‘MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.”
She said “Yes, yes, yes. fuck my cunt and my mouth and my ass all at the same time, make me cum. He took her mouth again and the rhythyatic thrusting continued for an eternity. She felt the storm building and raging in her body and tore her mouth away.
She said ” Ohhhhh, yesssssssss, yesssssssssss, give it to meeeeeeeeeeeee, mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm oooooOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I’m going to cum and milk your cock with my hot wet pussy. I want your hot load deep inside me, Ohhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssss YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The storm began. Her muscles tightened, her body became rigid, her cunt was contracting and squeezing him like a velvet glove, milking, pleading.
She said “I’mmmmmmm absolutellllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy burnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnningggggggggggggg, put out my fire, put it out now, hose me down with that hot stuff. OHHHHHHHHHHHH nowwwwwwwwwwww.” And she was lost in the throes of orgams, writhing and jerking like someone convulsing, her cunt milking him, squeezing, squeezing, and he came ……………….. hard. He rammed his cock into her and grabbed her hips and held her there, shooting hot jets of cum deep into her body. She was screaming with delight, and he said “It’s all for you, you yes, youuuuuuuuuu mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yesssssssssssss.? His finger was all the way in her ass, and his cock was deep in her pussy, spraying hot thick cum deep inside her. His mouth took hers for the final thrust.
