Kitty Wants To Play

I wait patiently by the door for you. I am wearing the special outfit that you have requested me to wear. It is a black bra and panty set that came with a matching garter belt and nylon stockings. I am also wearing the matching black Louboutin heels that you bought for me. I make sure that my feet are underneath my bottom and that my hands are clasped in my lap. My eyes are glued to the floor in front of me. I won't dare raise them without your permission because if I do then that will only anger you. My sole mission is to please you. I can hear the clock ticking on the far wall. It counts down the minutes until your arrival. My heart begins to race and I begin to wonder if you are coming Escort Güngören home tonight. Just before my anxiety gets to me I hear you pull in out front. I breathe out a sigh of relief. I then hear you walk up to the door and put your key in the lock. I hear you turn the knob and push then I feel the rush of hot air as the door opens. I can now see your black polished shoes. They're standing directly in front of me. I can feel you looking down on me and I want to look up but I resist the urge to do so. "Well, well, well, look who we have here," you say. I feel my chin automatically tuck lower. "Have you been a good girl today, Kitty?" You ask. İnnovia Escort "Yes, Sir," I respond. "Have you done all that I have requested?" You ask. "Yes, Sir," I respond. You requested that I wear the special outfit and that I get out a few of the silk ties and that I not touch myself until you either give me permission or until you get home. "You may stand, Kitty," you say. I quickly get on my feet. Once I am standing I clasp my hands behind my back and wait for your next request. You start to walk around me. You asses the outfit carefully making sure nothing is out of place and that I've done exactly what was requested. You stop directly behind me. Kağıthane escort bayan "You've done an excellent job, Kitty," you say as you pull me against you. I can feel your hardness through your dress slacks. I surpress a moan and huskily say, "Thank you Sir. I live to please you." You then wrap your arms around me and grab hold of my 36C breasts. Then you start to knead and massage them. My nipples harden under your touch. You can feel this through the thin material of the bra. You take them between your thumb and fore finger and twist them. This causes a small whimper of pain to escape my lips. You then brush aside my long black hair and start kissing and nibbling along my neck. This combined with you kneading and massaging my breasts is sending white hot bolts of pleasure to my pussy. Too soon you remove your hands and mouth and step back. You grab hold of my arm and say, "Let's go upstairs to the Play Room." Making sure to keep my eyes downcast, I nod my head vigoursly.