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By *oddamn OP Couple
over a year ago
leicestershire |
I promised you a night out to remember, and I am sure you will remember it!
with the kids safely dropped off and the whole evening to ourselves, you know i am planning on taking you out but you don't know where. You keep asking where, and seeing the glint in my eye, which scares and excites you at the same time.
I tell you you be ready for 7.30. You ask me how you should dress and i just smile, which again scares and excites you at the same time. When you come into the front room wearing a short skirt and what i suspect are stocking i know what I have planned is going to be perfect.
As i am driving you i tell you to show me the tops of your stockings. you slowly reveal the tops of your stockings, and i can see the suspenders holding them up. I have to refocus on the road.
I pull into a very posh restaurant, and you are suddenly concerned about how you have dressed. You think you will stand out dressed as you are in this fancy eatery –this was not what you were expecting. You know I said that I was going to give you a treat and a night not to forget, but you had not even considered a Michelin starred restaurant. I tell you to wait in the car and you spend the next few minutes seeing if your stocking tops can be seen while you are sat down. No matter how much you pull your dress down, they can be at least partially seen.
I get back to the car and open your door. You know I am looking up your skirt as you step out, which you don’t mind, but you want to tell me your concerns about the restaurant. Before you say anything I just say follow me, and turn and start to walk. You try and catch up but wearing heels it isn’t easy. I go past the entrance to the restaurant, and keep walking. In my right hand you see I have a small toiletry bag, and something is hanging from my left hand too but you can’t make out what it is.
I turn the corner and you are just half a step behind me. As you turn you see a run of low rise chalets, and you then realise that what is in my left hand was a keyfob. A large smile spreads across your face – you had dressed correctly after all. We get to room nine, the end of the row, and I tell you to put your hands behind your back. You feel the leather of your new cuffs tighten against each wrist, you hear a click and then you feel me testing the clip – you hands are securely behind your back and you can’t move them much at all. I step between you and the door and kiss you excitedly on the lips. You are a little worried about people seeing, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone around. You would like to put your arms around me but can’t because of the cuffs. My hands start to explore your body while you can not resist, over your breasts, down your sides and up your thighs. You feel me hook my thumbs around your underwear and feel me pulling them down. As I bend down to completely remove your g string you are checking around for people watching again, but all is quiet. I slide the key into the door lock, and turn the handle. Just before I open the door fully you hear that the TV is on already in the room, but before you say anything I stuff your wet knickers into your mouth to gag you . You can taste your excitement in the damp silk. I tell you that tonight I am making the rules, and there will be no saying no to anything. Afterwards you can tell me what you liked and didn’t, but tonight you are mine to control and you will do anything I want. You can’t reply because your mouth is full of underwear, but you nod your head in agreement like a good sex slave should. I push the door open and hold your bound wrists while I walk you through the door.
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