Letting out Lady Patricia - Sex Stories

Letting out Lady Patricia

... time to let Lady Patricia out.

She placed the case on the bed and opened it. Removing each item carefully until she got to the pouch at the bottom. She picked up the cloth pouch and undid the rope and closed it. Dropping the contents into her hand she could feel her body become alive. Like there was something missing. What was missing was her ruby necklace.

This was not where her power came from but was how she focused it. The quarter size ruby set in the gold frame and held around her neck on a gold chain. She can feel all that life this pendent has ruined but from now on she would only use it against these fakes.

She raised the chain over her head and lowered it around her neck. She felt alive again. Not that she didn’t before, but this was something special. Lady Patricia was a force. She left dominants and submissives as pools of quivering messes in her wake.

She took a long hot shower. The drops of water dripped down her pale skin. Drying herself off she went to her cupboard and retrieved a pair of black lace panties and bra. This was one of her favorite sets and should help get her into the correct headspace for the evening.

She applied her makeup. Not with the soft pastel colors she has recently been wearing, but the powerful colors of Lady Patricia. A black smoky eyes radiating power. Red ruby lips matching the dark tone of her Ruby. Her blonde hair teased and done up.

Heading back into the bedroom she slid over the tight black leather pants. Her old ...

... friend held her body in all the right places. The pattern on the leather was a cross between a snakeskin and one of a Crocodile. It made the pants shimmer in the light. Next was the tight black tee shirt. Nothing special about it, except it showed off the girls very well. She sat on the bench at the end of the bed and pulled the black heel leather boots up over her sexy calves. Zipping the silver zipper on each leg. Her hands running over them forgetting how well they fit.

She stood up and checked herself in the full-length mirror on the far side of the wall. She thought to herself goddamn I still got it. She picked up her jacket off the bed and slipped her arms through the halls. The Red leather was a stark contrast to the rest of the black ensemble. Her painted lips match perfectly with it. Along the sleeves there were metal rings sewn into it. She pulled her long blonde hair out from underneath the back of the jacket. And then pull the color up. “I look fucking sexy. This bitch does not stand a chance.” She smiled that wicked smile she has not had in years and he’s downstairs and out to the wedding SUV to take her to the club.

And when she came out the front door she saw her driver's mouth drop. As she got closer, he stumbled on his greeting and fumbled to open the door for her. He tried to make small talk as they drove but his words made no sense. That’s when she knew she still had the desired effect.

They pulled up to the front of the club and he hurried around ...