Fiction: A Fictional Narrative

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered, his warm breath sending small zaps of pleasure down her spine.

[Q3] moved away from her and went to sit in the leather chair that adorned a nearby corner. Other than where she stood the rest of the room was covered in shadows and he all but disappeared as he leaned into the chair.

“[Q19], what’s going on?” she indicated the dress and other items on the bed.

“I don’t want you to speak, [Q1]. I just want you to do as I instruct,” his voice was deep, a tad husky even. “Trust me, [Q18].”

She wanted to see his face and started in his direction to turn on the lamp next to the bed.

“Stop,” his voice was hard and brooked no challenge. She froze in place.

“All I want you to do is dress for me, [Q18],” his voice was deep and hard yet cajoling as well. Her pussy clenched and again, gooseflesh erupted along her body. Something was definitely different. “I want you to do as I tell you to do... exactly as I tell you to do without deviation.” He paused briefly. “Can you do that for me? Will you trust me?”

Small butterflies took flight in her belly and she felt herself dampen between her legs as she murmured, “Okay.” She stepped over to the bed, confusion and excitement at war in her body.

Despite herself, she found she couldn’t help herself as she looked over into the shadows and said, “What if I

don’t?”

[Q3]’s voice went deeper and almost gravelly as he chuckled, “Would you like to be punished, [Q18]? A spanking perhaps?”

The dark promise in his voice sent ribbons of desire curling out from her center as the image of him spanking her bare ass floated through her brain, “I ...” her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes against hard surge of desire flooding her body. She couldn’t speak against the tide of desire.

Her nipples went tighter and some part of her recognized this was not a game. She just might end up over his knee if she kept pushing. Not quite sure if she wanted that or not at this stage, her throbbing pussy notwithstanding, she reached out and fingered the silk dress he’d provided. It was a lovely shade of [Q17], her favorite color.

“Start with the garter.”

She started to object, to ask where the bra and panties were, but she had to admit this new game was a major turn on. Hesitating only a second more, she reached for the delicate lace. It was [Q57] silk and covered her pelvis, if you could call transparent silk and lace covering her, and there were clips that dangled along her thighs. She slipped into the garter clipping it, and noted that he’d been very good with her size as it fit perfectly, hugging her body but not tight. [Q1] was very conscious of her exposed ass and pussy, but she refrained from commenting. She was certain he could see her wetness from his vantage point.

“The stockings, [Q18],” [Q3]’s voice brought her back from her ruminations on her state of undress and she could see the evidence of his arousal even if she couldn’t see his face. The bulge in his trousers was apparent even in the semi-darkness.

Emboldened, she reached for the shear silk stocking. They were nude and wouldn’t be visible against her skin except for the band of [Q57] lace that ringed the top. She picked up one stocking and stroked it along the skin of her leg. If it was a show he wanted, a show he would get.