Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Six

... the stilettos enhance my legs, but the seams entered the back of the shoes at the very center of the heel.

It was nearly five-forty-five, and like clockwork, I heard the garage door open, signaling Paul's arrival from work. I slipped on my full-length raincoat, buttoned it completely, and tied the belt tightly around my waist. As I descended the stairs, Paul was standing in the foyer.

"You're going through with this?" He asked.

I gave him a half-hearted grin and said, "I sure am."

Once at the bottom, I turned enough so he could see the arrow-straight seams of my stockings, and when I faced him again, he remarked, "With those stockings, heels, and that makeup, you look like a whore."

I smiled and replied, "Thanks for the compliment."

With my tiny clutch handbag in one hand and my car keys in the other, I sauntered across the kitchen, letting my hips sway seductively. As I opened the door to the garage, I looked over my shoulder and said, "Don't wait up for me."

Before the door closed, I heard him reply, "Fuck you!"

I arrived at Jerry's apartment complex at ten of seven, allowing me time to wipe the clear gloss from my lips and apply the vibrant burgundy color to complete my preparations for what I hoped would be an enjoyable night.

The rain had let up a little, and as I slipped out of the minivan, it was just drizzling. The anticipation nearly consumed me as I watched the seconds tick off on my wristwatch. I wanted to knock at precisely seven ...

... o'clock as he'd demanded, and once the top of the hour arrived, I slipped my watch off and placed it in my clutch.

I knocked lightly on the door, and while I waited for it to open, I untied my belt and unbuttoned my raincoat, letting the front partially open so he could see my lingerie when he answered.

I heard the deadbolt turn, and the door swung open. Like me, Jerry was dressed in black, a tight-fitting tee shirt, and jeans. "Come in," he said with a rather stern tone of voice

"Thank you, Master," I replied to his command to enter.

I took two steps inside and stopped waiting for the sound of the deadbolt again; my hands trembled as I held them at my sides.

A single lamp dimly lit his living room on the opposite side of the room. I didn't move a muscle, waiting for him to begin my submissive training.

He moved around me and stood a couple of feet away, his eyes inspecting my face and the twin pools of green lust surrounded by dark eye makeup.

His hands moved forward and grasped the fabric of my coat, opening it enough so he could see my sexy lingerie. As his eyes moved down, he said, "I approve."

I wanted to smile but resisted, knowing it very well might ruin the moment.

Jerry lifted my coat, slipped it off my shoulders, and let it slide down my arms; he grasped the coat with one hand, and the other pulled the belt from the loops at the sides. As he draped it around my neck, he said, "I'll use this in a moment."

"Turn around," he instructed.

I ...