A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

A Creature Named Estelle: Chapter 4

In the Mind of Estelle: So there I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, just staring into my own reflection. I had locked myself in the powder room to put on all of the Gothic BDSM attire I had bought earlier today at a store downtown literally named “SweetSin”. I slowly ran my hands over the black silk and lace corset; my hands wandered slowly up to my perky breasts. I gave them a soft squeeze and then glided my thumbs over each of my nipples that were covered completely by a crisscrossing of black tape. It looked like two X’s over the tops of my small and pale pink nipples. I moved my gaze down to my curvy hips and I admired how the skin tight, blood red, latex pants made my legs appear even more toned. Though the sexiest part of these latex pants, were the fact that they were crotch-less. There was a perfect oval cut out so that my entire cunt and asshole were exposed. Finally I looked slowly down at my feet and smiled to myself as I looked upon the black shiny knee high boots I wore; they had five inch heels. I thought about how I was sure to tower above most of the people in the BDSM club that was located in the basement of club Diamond, and the thought made me chuckle. My stomach started getting this weird feeling; I’d once heard a little girl describe this feeling. She called it having butterflies in her stomach. I was anxious and excited to take Matthew to this club as my… slave. I sighed quietly and slid the index finger of my right hand slowly across my clit, ...

... and then down between my slit. I was already getting wet just thinking about what I wanted to do to him. But how far would he let me go? Or what if he wanted me to go further than, I desired? I had already explained the rules to him, and he agreed with me that guidelines and limits should be decided before we even dipped our toes into the water of this culture together. There were only 3 rules, and they were quite simple but very important. Number one: The safe word is Phoenix. This word means to stop immediately because whatever was happening was too “hot” for him to handle, and I need to back off. Number two: Matthew shall not disobey any of my orders without valid reason. Valid reason being, he is extremely uncomfortable physically/emotionally and or he is panicking and wants to be set free of his bonds. Lastly, number three: To explore and enjoy each others bodies to the fullest extent. I don’t want to ever do anything to Matthew that he doesn’t enjoy. I’m all about the pleasure, so even when I’m causing him pain, I’ll make sure to add some type of pleasurable cock “stimulation”. A wicked smile slowly spread across my lips at the thought. I chuckled then to myself and decided I couldn’t cower in the powder room any longer. I wound my soft, long, blonde locks up into an elegant bun; like I had the night I met Matthew. I wore dark eyeliner that flared out into a perfect point at the far corner of each of my eyes. I added the faintest hint of light pink blush and then a mint ...