I had decided that it was time aggie was a red and black slut. One to be teased and caressed to the point of mind blowing tension.
The new skirt I had selected fitted her like a glove and coupled with the stunning red and black lengerie set was a sight to behold. Buying new clothes with a certain sub in mind is a pleasure for Me as the collared slaves are always on My mind, as a mark of responsibility to the ownership of the slaves I call My own.
Anyway there he was in all his finery looking every inch the harlot whore I desired and I wasted no time in getting her to parade around the dungeon and wiggle that arse within the clinging skirt. Soon enough I couldn’t keep My hands to Myself and just had to explore the entire body.
I started to dance with her – in the old fasioned way before slipping her into rope bodage on the cross where I let the skirt fall to the floor to reveal just her underwear.
What fun I had caressing, teasing, creating small bundles of explosive pain and massive bursts of please over every inch of her body.
The piece de resistance was using the violet wand complete with the chain attachment to stroke his flesh. He gyrated in all directions looking like he was breaking into a breakdance routine at one point which had Me laughing hysterically – not so hysterically that I couldn’t keep using teh wand on his sight restricted body. Fantastic. Laughing is such good therapy and when its one of your favourite boys creating the hilarity its somehow even better.