The Dominatrix - Sex Stories

The Dominatrix

... I got home.

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I don't know where Sly got the outfit, but when I tried it on the next day, I had to say he was right. Idid look gorgeous in it. It was glossy black patent leather, skintight, and managed to accentuate all my curves, and I do meanall of them. It extended from my shoulders to my crotch and had a low diving neckline that barely stopped at my nipples and included a built-in bra that pushed my breasts up and together and really emphasized my cleavage. It rode high on my hips and made my already long legs look endless. The knee-length high-heeled boots helped there as well. Black leather garters with silver studs circled my legs around mid-thigh and set off my sheer black stockings and emphasized the naked flesh above them. Oh, and I got to wear a black mask that just covered my eyes, and a black choker with a buckle in front and silver studs. I had bought the reddest lipstick I could find and put it on pretty heavily. I went far with dark eye makeup, too, mask or no mask. For a final touch, the outfit included a riding crop. Wow.

I got to Sly's apartment early on the night of my date because I knew it would take some time to change into the outfit. It did. When I eventually came out of the bedroom his eyes got really wide.

"Holy shit! I always knew you were a knockout, Princess, but Jesus Christ!"

I smiled. Sly doesn't often give out compliments.

"Glad you like it," I said. "Maybe sometime I'll give you a personal tour." I like to ...

... occasionally flirt with Sly, but except for the first time he had me perform for him we've kept it pretty professional, with only a few exceptions. Given how sexy I felt in this outfit, though, I was ready to make an exception right then and there.

"Save it for the client," he said, though I'm pretty sure I wasn't imagining his regretful tone. "Time to get going. Alexandra's waiting for you." I gave him a fetching smile and then covered up. Luckily the outfit clung like a second skin, so slacks and a sweater did the job. Still, riding in a taxi, I felt like Catwoman in superhero guise under street clothes. I smiled to think how the driver would react if he knew what lay under those ordinary trappings. He snuck enough furtive glances in the rearview mirror as it was.

I got to Alexandra's not long before her client was to arrive. I doffed my street clothes. Alexandra's eyes widened.

"Oh my God, Vicki. Jesus, you look great in that outfit. I love it, and the client's gonna get more than his money's worth just watching you move around in it. Maybe when we're done here we might have some time for ourselves. You know?"

I smiled, thinking how pleasant that would be. But then I remembered why I was here and got nervous all over again.

Alexandra picked up on my mood.

"Relax, Honey," she said soothingly. "You're going to be just fine. All you have to do is follow my lead and look gorgeous. So you see, you're already halfway there."

The doorbell rang. Show time.

The client ...