It's been a while since I've written any stories. Apologies to anyone who likes the wam-bam hardcore stuff, this isn't it...not yet anyway. It is written for a special lady in mind.
Well to set the mood, I think it would start with you pampering yourself in a long luxurious soak in a warm bubble bath, that leaves your skin feeling silky soft and ultra smooth, thus making it all the more sensual when you slowly dress in the satin lingerie that has been carefully arranged on the bed waiting for you.
After gently massaging lotion into every crevice of your fresh delectable body, you walk naked into your room from the ensuite, enjoying the feel of the warm summer breeze floating through the flimsy voile curtains of the open French window on your skin. A smile creeps across your face as your present lies waiting for you on the bed. A handwritten card simply says, “These are for you, wear them for me”. You gaze in wonderment at the rich ivory satin boned corset, white silk lace top stockings, matching suspender belt and the most delicate matching pair of French knickers. You know that tonight you will feel like a princess, being the centre of attention and having some of your aching desires fulfilled. You pick up the corset admiring it’s skilled craftsman ship, it’s rigid structure and yet feminine decadence with its intricate embroidery and Victorian beading across the bust line. Holding the corset against you, admiring the sight you see before you in the full length mirror, you sway coyly, enjoying the feel, biting nervously on your bottom lip as you let yourself start to wonder about what the evening’s festivities may have in store. A swirling sensation ripples through your tummy, your legs suddenly feeling light and you feel your cheeks flush, as your imagination starts to flash possible images of what you think may happen in the hours to come.
A knock at the door, breaks you from your naughty thoughts escalating any further, you gasp in shock as the door immediately opens, yet you start to relax when you see a petite, nymph like pretty blonde girl enter the room. It is one of the concierge staff from the hotel. She seems totally unperturbed by your nakedness. Flashing you a bright friendly smile, you do the same in return. Although, deep down your smile is partially derived from wanting to be friendly, the other part of you is fighting hard not to stare like a grinning Cheshire cat as you drink in her beauty as she stands so well presented in her crisp silver silk blouse, tied with a black sash that nips in at her waist and seems to accentuate her perfect cleavage. Her calf length black skirt skims every aspect of her pert bottom and shapely legs, that look even more sublime in the jet patent stiletto heels that she is wearing. “The gentleman said that you might need some help getting dressed”, she says in her soft cheerful voice. At first you appear somewhat puzzled, you’ve been managing to dress yourself quite capably for the past 25 or so years, then you stare down at the corset and it’s complex lacing; he may have a point. Aside from that fact, you have the offer of a beautiful young blonde girl who would not look out of place in a Swedish beauty pageant, gleefully offering to intimately dress you in what is quite possibly the sexiest outfit you have ever had the pleasure of wearing. You gratefully accept her assistance, surprised at how completely comfortable you are by being naked with this beautiful, friendly stranger. She instructs you to sit on the bed as she carefully rolls each silk stocking in turn up your leg. The feeling is exquisite, the cool wispy silk sliding over your freshly waxed legs.
As the young girl busies herself, concentrating on preparing you for a night of uncertain decadence, you sneakily admire every detail about her, from gazing down her blouse at her perfectly formed breasts, to the way the her hair is stylishly swept into an updo and held in place by a carefully placed flower in her hair. Those fleeting touches of her dainty hands against your body make you privately shiver with delight. You steal yourself not to make it obvious that your secretly savouring every Sapphic moment as she nonchalantly goes about her business in an efficient and skilled manner. All this time you can feel your nipples starting to harden? “Is it obvious?” you ask yourself in your head, then you remember that you are still sat with your pussy fully exposed just inches from her face. She seems to be leaving your knickers till last, yet you can already feel your juices starting to secrete your clear pleasure that this unexpected attention is delivering.
Finally, suspenders are neatly clasped and your knickers are slid skilfully up your stocking clad legs and fitted perfectly around your bottom. The cool delicious texture of the fine silk against your now burning hot, moist mound is so beguiling that you can feel yourself getting damper against the thin veil of silk that hides your modesty. You stand glancing in the mirror at the fine sight before you. Not only how good you look in your innocent ivory confection, but also the fact that you are joined by the most beautiful hand maiden you could dream of. You knew that you would be treated like royalty this evening, but not to this level! You blush with pride as she holds out your corset in outstretched arms, cooing over how beautifully handcrafted it is and how lucky you are to be wearing such a garment. Wrapping the corset around you, the silk structure encapsulates your milky breasts, your nipples now unashamedly hard as the material presses against them. Her nimble fingers set to work. Clearly, she has done this before. She must be some sort of master, or indeed mistress, of corsetry. Gasping slightly with each short sharp tug on the ribbon ties, you seem to take delight from the shortening of breath. The way that corset tightens around your body, shaping it, tightening it, squeezing your breasts, holding you tightly, the way that you would crave a lover to do the same, you start to feel owned by it – and you love it.
Catching a glimpse of the reflection in the mirror of an elegant lady with her knee placed in to the small of your back as she pulls back mercilessly hard on the ties of your corset and you dressed innocently in ivory, like a virginal bride, your hands grasping tightly to the chair of the antique dresser, steadying yourself as you feel giddy from the suffocating lack of oxygen, not to mention the stunning sight before you. All this before the evening has begun.
As you stand to fully admire how you look in your finery, the lady goes over to the bed for a final time and presents you with a rich, silk dressing gown and holds it open for you to place your arms inside, before sealing it with the sash tie at the front. You cannot put into words, just how indescribably good you feel right now. Your bosom visibly heaving with excitement and deep anticipation.
The orange sun slowly sets as day melts into evening. Both of you make light small talk as your new found friend continually purrs over how pretty you look and how envious she is of your personal gifts. You are enjoying her company, not to mention the heady wafts of her sweet perfume that fills your nostrils as she brushes powder over your cheeks and décolletage, as well as over the tops of your breasts that spill so temptingly form your corset. You admire the way she finishes your make-up giving your face a soft, fresh, innocent glow and adore the way that she has styled your hair in an ornate but loose pony tail, which is adorned by little flowers woven into the luscious waves of your chestnut hair. You know that the moment is getting ever closer. Your pulse racing and your heart pounding with nerves and excitement. Finally there is a knock at the door. As the lady goes to the door, you stare back at yourself in the mirror. You can not quite believe that this is actually about to happen. For so long it has been a fantasy, never in your wildest dreams did you think it would materialise, and now it is about to begin. You blow hard as you exhale, holding your hand over your chest, you begin to rise to your feet as a gentleman stands at the door waiting for you, impeccably dressed in a classic black tuxedo, crisp white dress shirt and bow tie. In his hands is a bouquet of two dozen red roses and a jewellery box. This is it. Time to abandon being an everyday housewife and carer. Real life is being swept aside for tonight and now you can be the queen of fulfilling your dreams, what happens next is now out of your hands. For this night you know that you belong to another and it is your duty to obey their every desire that they wish of you……
To be continued …. |
