"A Wild Ride"
First Lesbian Experience
It had been six months since that spinning point in our relationship, that day when I had single-minded you to confess your fetishistic fantasies. That had led to the moving revelation about the dynamic of my seduction and your laying down of arms, from which had mature our erotic rituals of power and submission.
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Somewhat surprisingly, our everyday affiliation had remained somewhat normal. If anything, we had become even more balanced than before, as our another intimacies strengthened our cement and trust. Certainly, we had become more considerate of each other and meticulous of one another's central theme of view. But at night, behind closed doors and in the privacy of our bedroom, that could all alteration dramatically when you gave up hegemony to me in a gift of your submission.
Most often though our lovemaking was much as before, as usual as any couple's. Any more frequently would have made it too common and diminished its lusciousness -- like dining on French fare every day of the week. At all other time we hardly strut of it, and I had made it richly clear that you were never to request or attempt to initiate a session under any circumstances. If you were auspicious enough to spot me wearing them as I dressed for the day of the week, you would realize that the sunset would likely be an adventurous one. There would be no other intimate, remark, or acknowledgement, in the cock-crow or throughout the time, just that unspoken symbol of your miserable submission to me. Sometimes, in a toss back to our earlier games, I would be sure that you got an eyeful. That way I could bouquet the anticipation during the day that you would be aching with yearning for me all daylight hours long, barely competent to think of anything else.
Our sexual actions on these unique evenings would fluctuate as my moods and whims might dictate, but habitually retained certain aspects from that first calculate. Almost always we accomplished your panty kissing and worship, with you profoundly immersed expressing the engrossment that empowered my seduction, and me reveling in your assiduous adoration and thinking of new traditions to dominate you and stretch the bounds of your submission to me. Most epoch I insisted that you cosset my feet in some rage, which I found to be both physically and sensitively satisfying. And I would habitually include some obstinate new demand – a barrier breached, a boundary pushed, a humiliation endured, or a substantial challenge to bear.
At one top I decided that it was period to escalate our panty athletic competition and training to another demolish. That morning was to arise differently that any before. After my shower, as I sat in my silk robe at my dressing desk brushing my radiant hair, I beckoned you to me, " Darling, would you get nearer here? I wish for your help with something.
"I'd like you to prevent me get keen this morning."
A puzzled articulation came across your countenance – I had never made such a application before – then softened as you answered, "Of course of action, what would you reminiscent of me to do for you? You continued, "save for what do you aspire me to do?"
"To initiation, why don't you go to my department in the closet and fetch me a wash pair of panties?"
From the novelty of the application you sensed something was afoot, but merely answered, "OK honey," and proceeded as asked. But when you opened the drawer you blocked cold. Neatly folded on the top of the stack of panties sat the black team up, the special ones. Uh oh, you were in a fix now, trapped in a seemingly minor-league dilemma, but one with potential consequences that mattered greatly to you.
You chosen up the black panties and absentmindedly felt their softness between your fingers as you contemplated the options. You wanted so poorly to bring them to me, but reconsidered: what if I hadn't considered it and it was merely chance. I might deem it presumptuous of you to be sold for them to me. The last period you tried to initiate our unique dance I had made it totally clear that you were never ever to do so, and as a punishment and a reminder you had to stay six longs weeks until I next chose to play our erotic sport. You were wary to let that happen again. It had already been three weeks since our last stumble upon, and the yen was filling your view more and more each daylight hours. Better to theatrical production it safe, and bring another pair.
Only then did you see the panties that were next on the stack. Unlike my everyday conservative ones in white, ivory or cream, these variety new panties were in a fascinating array of insignia: navy blue, restrained yellow, blushing peach, rich plum, dusky rose and hot pink. And all in that old-fashioned full-cut style that drove you furious. Oh, my! What was available on? You were already imagining me in the new ones, and were eager for the joy of seeing me dressed in them.
"What took you so lengthy?" I said with a thin edge of annoyance.
You didn't display a word, merely looked down modestly and held out the team up of dusky rose panties.
I hasty them from your offer and said, "What's this, then?"
Your sensitivity fell as you realized that you had made a faux pas for which there might be cost, "I didn't know which ones I should bring you. The black ones were on top and I . . ."
"I told you to make me the ones on top, didn't I?" you scolded.
"Yes, but, . ."
"Don't you deem I know what's in my own lingerie drawer?
"Of way, I'm sorry, it's just that . . ."
"Now go back and fetch the duo I asked for, and this period get it appropriate!" I understood and I tossed the rose-colored couple aside onto the patch.
You dutifully backtracked to fetch the powerfully symbolic black panties. You were unsure whether to be joyful or not, as you didn't realize what might get nearer of it. When you returned I was durable with my hands on my hips, waiting impatiently, "Now hasten up and benefit me get dressed!"
When you tried to employee them to me I didn't endure them, and glared at you in its place, admonishing, "I said help me, not supply them to me." I reached conceded your offering hands to your shoulders and said, "Kneel down," as I hard-pressed you down onto your knees. You should help like that." As I thought this I consent to my robe fall over open and I raised one end and held it out to you. Finally understanding you held the black panties open for me to step into, first one end then the other, and pulled them up securely over the curves of my splendid ass and belly. Now go get me a couple of black stockings and a garter belt. Top right drawer. And be quick-thinking this time."
By the period you returned I had already discarded the dressing gown and put on a bra and chemise. "Do you reflect you could put stockings on me without ruining them?" you thought as you donned the garter belt.
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