1. Out Of The Comfort Zone


    Date: 12/31/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: LibraryCat, Source: LushStories

    Sara took my coat at the door. Wearing the sweet little silk and lace teddy I bought her, as I ‘requested’, she was the most innocent thing I had ever seen. She kept her eyes lowered demurely, a tiny smile bowing her lovely lips. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a sweet, single braid over her shoulder, the very end tickling her left nipple, which I could clearly see outlined against the thin teddy. “Everything looks lovely.” The candles were all lit, and the wine was set in an ice bucket next to two glasses. I could see the soft glow of candles in through the bedroom door as well. I stepped close to her and placed my manicured hand on her face. I admired the loveliness of the plum of my acrylic nails against her creamy skin, before I asked, “Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” She raised her gaze to mine, and stared for a moment, soft brown eyes wide as a doe’s, before giving a small but firm nod. I nodded too, and lowered my hand. No gentleness tonight. “Very well. Pour me a glass of wine and wait for my return.” I admired her shapely behind and her slender legs and waist as she walked away from me. She’d sheathed her lovely calves and thighs in a pair of thigh-high, pale pink stockings, and put a pair of white heels on her tiny, tiny feet. She had managed to match the stockings exactly to the teddy. They hadn’t been approved though. They shouldn’t stay. I went into the closet and pulled down my black corset and my black leggings, as well as my black patent ...
    stiletto boots. I had once laughed at this outfit, the idea that she wanted me to lace my body into something confining so that I could, in turn, confine her. Who knew that I would wind up liking this just as much as she did? Lacing up the corset using the corset hook on the wall, I decided to take it beyond the usual and tightlace. My figure pulled into an extreme hourglass and I took a moment to arrange my breasts properly. Sitting briefly at the vanity, I touched up my eyeliner, sharpening and thickening it to intensify the coldness in my steel gray eyes. I followed the eyeliner with a deep red lipstick and a dusting of highlighter to lift my cheekbones. I loosened my bun and let my hair hang straight down, falling naturally over one eye. Looking in the mirror, I saw not my face, but the face of a fierce and domineering stranger. Perfect. I was about to put on my pants and boots when I heard the crash and tinkle of breaking glass. ***** Mistress didn’t notice me sneaking a glance at her as she left to change. I loved her like this, the woman just home from her stressful job, still in her business suit and carrying the tension of the day, but every once in awhile, I needed to love the fierce and powerful woman who would love me too, in her own hard way. I felt a rush of anticipation and the buzz, like electricity, that focused between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, wanting to bounce in excitement. The bottle of wine sat there, dripping condensation. I had a little ...
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