"The Subcontractor"
Love in the Rain
Part 2 -- Exploring the depths of passion
I had very soon confronted you and affected you to expose your cryptic desires. As you knelt before the beautiful vision of me wearing clothes in black panties and stockings I had insisted that you look upon me until your fetishistic feelings overwhelmed you. You had confessed your full of meaning enthrallment to my beauty and your yearning to worship me, plateful my pleasure as my fond panty boy. It had begun as a line of attack to satisfy my fixated curiosity about your obscured passion, but had unexpectedly awakened some severely buried passions of my own. Now I found in my opinion wanting to disclose both our hidden passions.
I liked how it felt to have such a commanding effect upon you. It made me deem very sexy and sought-after. The teasing, pointed words I'd oral had seemed to approach from someone else within, a more weighty, demanding persona. One who knew what she required and was available to enjoy every instant pursuing her sexual wishes, no matter how devious or kinky they might be. I too had been pinched under a bring. I had always enjoyed and felt excited banter boys in the history but this was something diverse. The idea of being the focus of unrestrained adoration, of being worshipped resembling a goddess, felt wildly exciting. And it was breathtaking to think of having such a free rein to turn things as I content and pursue my every erotic whim. A threshold had been crossed, and we both knew it. It was an epiphany that opened up a extraordinary new world to us.
There I still stood before you, resplendent in my thigh-high stockings and the black satin panties that I had employed to force your confession. You still knelt before me as I held your head in my hands, directing your look. You had immediately admitted how desperately you wanted to be my panty child, to submit yourself fully to my elaborate worship and lose yourself in the intense satisfaction of my pleasure. The delicate silken fabric, a thin barrier stretched neatly across the puff up of my oppressive womanly flesh, was so very easy and mesmerizing. You were enveloped in the hidden cloud of my body's perfume, and, as I learned later, felt a significant peace, as though you had here at a lingering lost home. I began to unhurriedly rub your look back and into the world across the shiny sheerness, first one cheek, then the other, over and over, little by little hypnotizing you into kind surrender. I was very touched by the sweet-tempered devotion and point in the planning.
"Do you similar this, baby? Is this what you aspire?
All that you could do was puff out "Oh, yes! Oh, ?sure!" over and over in a despondent moan.
"Would you reminiscent of to kiss them? Is that what you wish for now?" I purred, now in a joking voice.all right!" you moaned, "very much!"
"How much do you aspire to?" I taunted.
"Oh, spirit, darling, so much it makes me smart inside! I spar so softly it was almost a word, but clearly demanding none the less. I hunted to break your will to me, promote to you give in all the way.
"Ask me. I hunger to hear you request me."
"Please accede to me."
"No, dearest, you have to request better than that. I aspire to hear you prompt your desire more explicitly. And I hunger to hear the craving in your tone."
"Please, I want so badly to kiss you there! Please consent to me kiss your panties!"
"Good, that's a barely better. I wish for you always to ask -- with regard, appreciation, and seriousness."
"Yes, I'll judge to, I'll taste to do my best."
I rubbed your visage back and forward a few more era, then said "Now ask again; and no suppliant unless I hunger you to. And believe me, you'll know it if I wish for you to."
"Please may I kiss you there, through your panties? I famine to kiss you all over your panties, to please you."
"That's superior, my dear." I sounded almost admonishing, be fond of a schoolmarm might be fluent in to an delinquent pupil."
"And you will conform me and end if I caution you to?"
"Yes, of track!"
I rubbed your cheek across my tummy again, inflaming both our requests anew.
"You are to kiss only as I direct you to, which I will do by just about your head, pointing, or instructing you."
Very calmly you said, "?All Right, I understand. I will, I promise to mind you. Just accede to me please you. I hunger to so much."
I pulled your controller towards me and aimed at you to kiss all along the top range of my panties, then back and forth across the front, leisurely descending lower and lesser down the female swell of my abdomen. I could differentiate that you were full with an overwhelming tenderness for me, and an appreciation that I would tolerate your obsession similar this, with such seeming acceptance and indulgence.
When your lips grazed my easy bush through the sheer fabric an compulsory moan escaped you and your rudeness fell open in craving. Not yet, darling, not 'til I roughly. Just kisses for now. Is that tidy up?"
"Uhn-huhn."
I barbed to one side of the panties and immediately you followed my cue, kissing along that side. Then along the other side.
"Mmmmmm, I think you like this, don't you! We may have naked a hidden talent! "But talent needs plenty of practice to become truly lovely don't you reach agreement?
"Oh, ?why not! I would tenderness to please you similar this -- whenever you aspire, however you desire, and for as long as you want. It makes me so very happy to worship you reminiscent of this."
I hard-pressed your head down, directing you to the engorge of my bank. This time you remembered to keep your lips bunged. Only kisses, I had held. Would you reminiscent of that?" My hands now rested at the back of your have control over pulling your opening firmly to my femininity. Your lips and view were entirely consumed with worshipping me.
"I realize you'd like that. You love being my panty boy, don't you!"
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