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Next day was Steve`s day with that cow at number 19 so I slept in till dinner giving my situation some heavy thought, here I was a married respectable housewife with a hubby that was more keen on alarm systems than my body.
I have a three day a week tryst with my postman and now have a weekday afternoon`s date with a delivery driver whom I hardly know except that he`s a photographer and a big bodied blackmailer! I must be raving.
At 2, after a light lunch I started to dress for Eddy, the driver, black lacy knickers and bra, suspender belt, stockings, plain black skirt, and a pale pink blouse. It would do for a starter kit I thought as I surveyed myself in the full length mirror.
The door bell rang at two sharp, Eddy stood camera and tripod in hand, his uniform brown and matching his eyes the logo in gold, and the delivery docket in his free hand, no doubt in case hubby was at home and he could say he was delivering something and was lost.
I invited him in his eyes roaming up and down my body eager, hungry, he posed me at the table, first fully clothed and then successively removing each item of clothing till the knickers and bra were all that was left, he obviously respected my wishes never to be naked.
He took a number of poses then asked to see what clothes I had available.
So I took his hand leading him to my bedroom where my huge collection of clothing is stored in a walk in wardrobe.
Sets of matching undies Basques, stays, bras, silk stockings both hold up and with belts, knickers, of silk, rubber, leather and even rough stiff and heavy sets of hemp, bras with tiny internal pins (which I noted he really took interest in, knickers with one or more rubber penis both on the inside and outside, all expensive and all very sexy, hubby and I had tried them all with me hoping to get Jack in the mood.
Ed made notes in the pocket book, then explained he would text his order as to what I must wear each morning , and I must he said be dressed by one each day texting to say I was ready, then waiting for his arrival regardless of how uncomfortable it may be.
His little alarm went off, he kissed me then, long and deep till I was gasping for breath and then he left me and I heard his truck roar away in the direction of town.
Steve called as usual next day, by the time he left and I had completed my housework it was time for brunch, I should explain that as I love my bed I am never up for breakfast with Jack before he departs, then Steve keeps me occupied for best part of an hour, then I have to come down from the heights before I can think of food, so Monday Wednesday and Friday its brunch at about 11am.
Anyway I had just sat down to eat when my mobile buzzed, it was his text
It simple said basque, knickers, stockings and dress in green. That was it no hi, no how are you just the bald message about clothes.
So I sent just the word ‘ok’, and then finished my meal.
After that it was simply a case of dressing and at one I messaged him then sat on a seat in the garden with a book, dressed in my best green dress, stockings and matching undies in turquoise silk, a picture of a content homely sophisticated house wife.
He arrived at a quarter to two, camera in hand, and began snapping from the gate, I knew from the tent in his trousers that he approved of my clothing choices, and he soon had me posing under our cherry tree in provoking poses, slowly divesting myself of the dress, out here luckily for me, he did not ask me to remove more, though when we went indoors the walk to my front door dressed as I was felt a bit exposed to say the least. Any unexpected caller would have had a real eyeful.
Indoors his hands slid all over my body, as he asked me to remove whatever I was comfortable with bit by bit, the stockings went first, that only left the basque and the knickers. I eyed his straining trousers, the contents of which I had as yet not seen don’t forget, and decided to remove the basque, reasoning that he had never asked for sex as such, and the top half would tease him enough to make his mind up.
As I slowly undid the clips I could tell he was distracted from photography and the shots decreased as he spent more time with his jaw open as I revealed more skin to his eager gaze. The cool air on my breasts caused my nipples to stiffen even more, and he kissed me passionately his hands roaming freely over my breasts the camera now abandoned on the table.
I slid down his body, then with eager hands I opened the fly zip, from which sprang out a good 6” male member, uncut and as rigid as a girl could want, no huge tool but enough and ready. Eager hands eased his balls out of the clothes as my tongue lashed the tip of his tool, as his hands ran through my hair and a moan escaped his body.
Hardly had I placed his helmet on my tongue and he was flooding my teeth with his salty spend, which triggered a small climax in my own body, nothing earth shattering like Steve gives me, just a nice gentle and enjoyable buzz .
He dragged me to my feet as I swallowed his spend, then kissed me; the taste is for me a buzz on its own and he must have been able to taste it as well his tongue swirling Round my mouth eager as if searching for a new flavour.
Suddenly as if a switch was thrown he zipped up his fly and was back as the old Eddy camera in hand snapping away capturing my images for his collection posing me this way and that in the little kitchen.
At three his watch alarm beeped and in an instant he stood, kissed me again then was gone leaving a just a cloud of diesel fumes lingering in the roadway.
I felt frustrated, the small climax I had had was not enough for a girl like me,
I was in need and knew I would have to resort to my plastic friend yet again.
I smiled as I was musing later how inept as a blackmailer was Eddy, It was I that had moved things on to a sexual basis , not Eddy, he had been content to photograph me, perhaps things would move on even more as time progressed.
I am not going to bore you with repetition, each day the text outlining what I should wear, each day the big brown van slid up to park across the gateway, around 2 pm then an hour of photographs in poses sexual or domestic, wearing assortments of clothing, swimsuits, even overcoats and mackintoshes, dressed or undressed, for the next month of weekdays nothing changed, it was as if the BJ had never happened. At three the little alarm would buzz and it was over, a passionate kiss then he vanished leaving a haze of blue fumes trailing over the hedge.
I became frustrated, my charms had stiffened his resolve on the day of the BJ, and had tented his trousers again later on subsequent days but he had made no move to take further advantage and I was loath to take the lead, if he wanted more he needed to do something and soon.
It was on the fifth Monday that the longer text arrived, I was sitting with a mug of coffee letting my body come down from Steve`s latest assault when the little machine buzzed and a series of text`s began to a arrive.
Basically he said he wanted to do some fetish shots, he hadn`t wanted to ask face to face but he was wishing to tie me up [or down, he wasn’t specific] and would I mind if he supplied a restrain or two for his photo collection.
I sent back that we needed to talk and could we do that today please.
There was no reply and neither was there the usual request for me to dress for him.
Prompt at two the van slid to a halt outside, I greeted him in a matching set of frilled lace in a fetching dove grey colour, my housecoat covering the whole assembly. He had his camera but for a change it was in its case. Over tea, which for some strange reason he took black with neither milk nor sugar, we sat and chatted.
I explained that my wardrobe was slowly running out of fresh options and that to be honest there was getting to be fewer poses for him to picture, a point he had to agree. That he wished to step up to fetish stuff was a step that I was prepared to take but only if he provided the clothing and only if he respected my husband, neither finding out or even suspecting.
At this he became a touch angry; he said loudly and in a dominant voice, that I should know he would not be telling hubby or anyone else for that matter unless I tried to refuse him anything, It was not for me to agree or disagree to whatever he wished to do with or to me, he was now in control and I would obey his every wish, was I clear about that!
The strange thing is the surge of sexual excitement I felt at his dominance, I suddenly knew in my inner self that this was what was missing, the jigsaw piece`s fell into place this was what I craved from Jack, it was as clear as crystal, I instantly understood that this was what I needed; to be controlled by a masterful male, it would be a joy to be totally under his control, I knew I was in his power regardless of whatever I was wishing to do I must bend to his will and it must be at his command....
I quietly said with all the feeling I could ...“YES MASTER”
From that very instant we both knew a new era was dawning, our relationship was now to be on a very different footing, we both knew things had changed I was his body and soul, his slave, his slut, his sexual object, his slag.
We both knew I would do anything he now desired and so we talked for a good hour, at least he talked and I agreed to whatever he said, we knew the door was open. We both understood there would be no love involved, just respect, humiliation, perhaps even pain though I prayed not too much of that, but sexual joy, fulfilment, and the climaxes Jack could not or would not give. He respected that I didn’t love my husband any less and he wanted to in his words “not upset the applecart of my marriage.”
Steve though he was less happy about, he wanted me to himself, that was clear from the off, and he suggested that I soon end the relationship or perhaps he would lose his cool and would be harder on me than he already planned.
He agreed he would supply all or any fetish gear, though he said he had been fixated by the pin filled bras and wanted details of if I had worn one, which as it happened I had not Jack saying it was just too much! He seemed disappointed at that and I knew in my heart of hearts that I would be feeling the touch of the thing sooner rather than later.
I reminded him about marks, and it was a somewhat crestfallen Eddy that next asked if there was anything I had an aversion too or a wish for, so I knew from that that he would be quite a considerate master.
I answered that I hated to be totally naked, that I would do nothing that left marks, which he already knew and that there were few things I had not either read about or tried so no major aversions but we chose a safe word and agreed I could use it if either the action was too much or was really not my thing, we agreed on “Poppy.”
That dratted alarm went and after the obligatory kiss off he went again.
Next day was Steve`s day with that cow at number 19 so I slept in till dinner giving my situation some heavy thought, here I was a married respectable housewife with a hubby that was more keen on alarm systems than my body.
I have a three day a week tryst with my postman and now have a weekday afternoon`s date with a delivery driver whom I hardly know except that he`s a photographer and a big bodied blackmailer! I must be raving.
At 2, after a light lunch I started to dress for Eddy, the driver, black lacy knickers and bra, suspender belt, stockings, plain black skirt, and a pale pink blouse. It would do for a starter kit I thought as I surveyed myself in the full length mirror.
The door bell rang at two sharp, Eddy stood camera and tripod in hand, his uniform brown and matching his eyes the logo in gold, and the delivery docket in his free hand, no doubt in case hubby was at home and he could say he was delivering something and was lost.
I invited him in his eyes roaming up and down my body eager, hungry, he posed me at the table, first fully clothed and then successively removing each item of clothing till the knickers and bra were all that was left, he obviously respected my wishes never to be naked.
He took a number of poses then asked to see what clothes I had available.
So I took his hand leading him to my bedroom where my huge collection of clothing is stored in a walk in wardrobe.
Sets of matching undies Basques, stays, bras, silk stockings both hold up and with belts, knickers, of silk, rubber, leather and even rough stiff and heavy sets of hemp, bras with tiny internal pins (which I noted he really took interest in, knickers with one or more rubber penis both on the inside and outside, all expensive and all very sexy, hubby and I had tried them all with me hoping to get Jack in the mood.
Ed made notes in the pocket book, then explained he would text his order as to what I must wear each morning , and I must he said be dressed by one each day texting to say I was ready, then waiting for his arrival regardless of how uncomfortable it may be.
His little alarm went off, he kissed me then, long and deep till I was gasping for breath and then he left me and I heard his truck roar away in the direction of town.
Steve called as usual next day, by the time he left and I had completed my housework it was time for brunch, I should explain that as I love my bed I am never up for breakfast with Jack before he departs, then Steve keeps me occupied for best part of an hour, then I have to come down from the heights before I can think of food, so Monday Wednesday and Friday its brunch at about 11am.
Anyway I had just sat down to eat when my mobile buzzed, it was his text
It simple said basque, knickers, stockings and dress in green. That was it no hi, no how are you just the bald message about clothes.
So I sent just the word ‘ok’, and then finished my meal.
After that it was simply a case of dressing and at one I messaged him then sat on a seat in the garden with a book, dressed in my best green dress, stockings and matching undies in turquoise silk, a picture of a content homely sophisticated house wife.
He arrived at a quarter to two, camera in hand, and began snapping from the gate, I knew from the tent in his trousers that he approved of my clothing choices, and he soon had me posing under our cherry tree in provoking poses, slowly divesting myself of the dress, out here luckily for me, he did not ask me to remove more, though when we went indoors the walk to my front door dressed as I was felt a bit exposed to say the least. Any unexpected caller would have had a real eyeful.
Indoors his hands slid all over my body, as he asked me to remove whatever I was comfortable with bit by bit, the stockings went first, that only left the basque and the knickers. I eyed his straining trousers, the contents of which I had as yet not seen don’t forget, and decided to remove the basque, reasoning that he had never asked for sex as such, and the top half would tease him enough to make his mind up.
As I slowly undid the clips I could tell he was distracted from photography and the shots decreased as he spent more time with his jaw open as I revealed more skin to his eager gaze. The cool air on my breasts caused my nipples to stiffen even more, and he kissed me passionately his hands roaming freely over my breasts the camera now abandoned on the table.
I slid down his body, then with eager hands I opened the fly zip, from which sprang out a good 6” male member, uncut and as rigid as a girl could want, no huge tool but enough and ready. Eager hands eased his balls out of the clothes as my tongue lashed the tip of his tool, as his hands ran through my hair and a moan escaped his body.
Hardly had I placed his helmet on my tongue and he was flooding my teeth with his salty spend, which triggered a small climax in my own body, nothing earth shattering like Steve gives me, just a nice gentle and enjoyable buzz .
He dragged me to my feet as I swallowed his spend, then kissed me; the taste is for me a buzz on its own and he must have been able to taste it as well his tongue swirling Round my mouth eager as if searching for a new flavour.
Suddenly as if a switch was thrown he zipped up his fly and was back as the old Eddy camera in hand snapping away capturing my images for his collection posing me this way and that in the little kitchen.
At three his watch alarm beeped and in an instant he stood, kissed me again then was gone leaving a just a cloud of diesel fumes lingering in the roadway.
I felt frustrated, the small climax I had had was not enough for a girl like me,
I was in need and knew I would have to resort to my plastic friend yet again.
I smiled as I was musing later how inept as a blackmailer was Eddy, It was I that had moved things on to a sexual basis , not Eddy, he had been content to photograph me, perhaps things would move on even more as time progressed.
I am not going to bore you with repetition, each day the text outlining what I should wear, each day the big brown van slid up to park across the gateway, around 2 pm then an hour of photographs in poses sexual or domestic, wearing assortments of clothing, swimsuits, even overcoats and mackintoshes, dressed or undressed, for the next month of weekdays nothing changed, it was as if the BJ had never happened. At three the little alarm would buzz and it was over, a passionate kiss then he vanished leaving a haze of blue fumes trailing over the hedge.
I became frustrated, my charms had stiffened his resolve on the day of the BJ, and had tented his trousers again later on subsequent days but he had made no move to take further advantage and I was loath to take the lead, if he wanted more he needed to do something and soon.
It was on the fifth Monday that the longer text arrived, I was sitting with a mug of coffee letting my body come down from Steve`s latest assault when the little machine buzzed and a series of text`s began to a arrive.
Basically he said he wanted to do some fetish shots, he hadn`t wanted to ask face to face but he was wishing to tie me up [or down, he wasn’t specific] and would I mind if he supplied a restrain or two for his photo collection.
I sent back that we needed to talk and could we do that today please.
There was no reply and neither was there the usual request for me to dress for him.
Prompt at two the van slid to a halt outside, I greeted him in a matching set of frilled lace in a fetching dove grey colour, my housecoat covering the whole assembly. He had his camera but for a change it was in its case. Over tea, which for some strange reason he took black with neither milk nor sugar, we sat and chatted.
I explained that my wardrobe was slowly running out of fresh options and that to be honest there was getting to be fewer poses for him to picture, a point he had to agree. That he wished to step up to fetish stuff was a step that I was prepared to take but only if he provided the clothing and only if he respected my husband, neither finding out or even suspecting.
At this he became a touch angry; he said loudly and in a dominant voice, that I should know he would not be telling hubby or anyone else for that matter unless I tried to refuse him anything, It was not for me to agree or disagree to whatever he wished to do with or to me, he was now in control and I would obey his every wish, was I clear about that!
The strange thing is the surge of sexual excitement I felt at his dominance, I suddenly knew in my inner self that this was what was missing, the jigsaw piece`s fell into place this was what I craved from Jack, it was as clear as crystal, I instantly understood that this was what I needed; to be controlled by a masterful male, it would be a joy to be totally under his control, I knew I was in his power regardless of whatever I was wishing to do I must bend to his will and it must be at his command....
I quietly said with all the feeling I could ...“YES MASTER”
From that very instant we both knew a new era was dawning, our relationship was now to be on a very different footing, we both knew things had changed I was his body and soul, his slave, his slut, his sexual object, his slag.
We both knew I would do anything he now desired and so we talked for a good hour, at least he talked and I agreed to whatever he said, we knew the door was open. We both understood there would be no love involved, just respect, humiliation, perhaps even pain though I prayed not too much of that, but sexual joy, fulfilment, and the climaxes Jack could not or would not give. He respected that I didn’t love my husband any less and he wanted to in his words “not upset the applecart of my marriage.”
Steve though he was less happy about, he wanted me to himself, that was clear from the off, and he suggested that I soon end the relationship or perhaps he would lose his cool and would be harder on me than he already planned.
He agreed he would supply all or any fetish gear, though he said he had been fixated by the pin filled bras and wanted details of if I had worn one, which as it happened I had not Jack saying it was just too much! He seemed disappointed at that and I knew in my heart of hearts that I would be feeling the touch of the thing sooner rather than later.
I reminded him about marks, and it was a somewhat crestfallen Eddy that next asked if there was anything I had an aversion too or a wish for, so I knew from that that he would be quite a considerate master.
I answered that I hated to be totally naked, that I would do nothing that left marks, which he already knew and that there were few things I had not either read about or tried so no major aversions but we chose a safe word and agreed I could use it if either the action was too much or was really not my thing, we agreed on “Poppy.”
That dratted alarm went and after the obligatory kiss off he went again.
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