Simple blue dress
Wedge heels
Light makeup
Underwear
And my favorite toys, was what he requested.We've spoken about my curiosity, my slight eagerness to scene. I'd asked my Sir for permission. He said yes, talk about ecstatic!! ! ❤
It's a bit scary giving yourself over to someone other than your Sir, especially when he's not there to reassure you that everything is going to be fine. Nor is he there to witness you step out of your comfort zone. Yet because you want this, and you don't wanna be a bad reflection of your Sir you put your big girl panties on and push through, remembering that you asked for this.
As that Friday neared, I debated my hair, my dress, my everything, because I wanted to be beautiful, sexy and sensual. So I enlisted the help of a few people
My Sir picked out my dress
I had my daughters to do my hair
My Goddess & Vixen picked out my underwear
I had to reconsider my shoes, once that was done the preparation began.A hot bath
Shave
Layered scents
Eye makeup and lipstick
Nails filed
"Play bag" Packed
A sensual song playing in my head to keep me in that sexy headspace
My Butterfly also helped me to stay calm via chat.After arriving at the club, exchanging greetings with my new found family, the conversations flowed and laughter eased all nervousness.
As I sat with my Vixen laughing and talking with intermission of dance, my Goddess made her presence known, we hugged and she asked if I wanted to see her panties, but of course❤ , she lifts her dress and I'm greeted with sexy black panties that have the pleasure of gracing a beautiful ass. She twerks on me and all the tension leaves my mind and body.
As we sit in between dancing and eating, more family arrives and things get livelier, but oh how I wish I had a shot of tequila lol but there's NO ALCOHOL ALLOWED plus I know my Sir would be disappointed if I were not sober for this experience.
The Sir of the hour finally arrived, we greet, it's strange seeing him in this setting, as I haven't seen him in awhile, we know each other and are friends, which is why I'm trusting him to take me on this ride tonight. After he makes his rounds we sit and talk, he reminds me that he's an "asshole" I say well don't be one with me lol, it's crazy because we are addressing each other as we would on the street.
After we get the basics out the way, he goes into the dungeon to set up, he comes back and asks if I want a public or private scene, I opt for public. It's less intimate and less intimidating for me. Plus I'm already hypersensitive and horny and I have made up my mind that my orgasm will be held for my Sir, it is his and only his, so I want to honor what we have by not giving it to another.
Sir Zuma calls me to the dungeon, and tells me to remove my dress. I take off my dress I'm standing here in peach bra and panties with black corked wedges, I never did look at all the things he had on display, as soon as my mind registers to look he says
HANDS and the scene begins.
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RomanceShort stories, poems, and tales from the mind of a Sensualist with Sadistic tendencies in the BDSM world.