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Catwoman Next Door by: Shawna Summers [email protected] It's funny how a casual conversation can have a serious impact on your life. I still remember vividly one conversation that resulted in my first female dominant relationship. I was just about to finish high school, and had just turned eighteen. It was also the winter when Batman Returns had come out. As a fetishist and comic fan, with Michelle Pfeiffer in a vinyl catsuit as Catwoman had me very interested in seeing the movie. While at a party one weekend, my friends Dave and Stacey were talking together. I walked up. "Hey you two, what's going on?" "I just saw Batman Returns last night," Dave said. Stacey piped in, "Yeah, I saw it last night, too. It was great!" "Yes!" Dave agreed. "The sexual tension between Batman and Catwoman was great." "I was really rooting for them," Stacey agreed. "So, they brought that dynamic from the comics, that's good," I noted. "I'm hoping to see it next weekend." "Yeah, and they also brought the catsuit from the comics, too." Dave laughed. Stacey piped in, "That was an awesome look!" "Yeah," I said. "What I want to know is, how do you find a woman who's gonna wear something like that?" Stacey about floored us both when she said, "Oh! I'd totally wear that. It looked like so much fun." Dave and I both looked at her with our mouths open for a moment. You have to understand, Stacey was pretty, but the idea of her in a super sexy outfit seemed a bit weird. She was that classic 'girl next door', a beauty that you just don't see that way. Mostly it was because she was kind of a tomboy, and almost never wore anything real girly or sexy. In fact, the few times I'd ever seen her wear a dress or skirt was for school dances and formals, stuff like that. She certainly wowed everyone when she did. The other girls would be telling her to glam herself up for school, but she never would, and almost always went real dowdy. Not sloppy, just plain and simple, jeans and t-shirts basically. I think sometimes it came from her being incredibly smart. I mean, a literal genius. She had offers from all over the state for full academic scholarships. They don't make offers like that to just anyone! So, I think she sometimes felt like she had to dowdy herself down otherwise people wouldn't take her intelligence seriously. So, her saying that kind of caught both Dave and I off-guard. Dave recovered first. "Really? You?" "Why do you say it like that?" She sounded a little miffed. "Well, you only ever wear jeans and t-shirts," I explained. "Not always," she retorted, sticking her tongue out at me. Dave piped in, "Sure, sometimes you wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt." "I wear lots of different things," she replied. "Costumes from Drama Club don't count, Stace," I laughed. "Just because you haven't seen it, doesn't mean I haven't worn fun or sexy stuff before," she declared as she crossed her arms. "I cannot argue with that, that is an excellent point," I agreed. Stacey humphed triumphantly. I added, "I'll tell you what then, you ever find a place that sells something like that, I'll take you so I can see you try it on." Stacey laughed. "Right, you just want to see me all done up." I nodded. And I would have liked that. We'd known each other for years, since fourth grade actually, when I moved to that part of town after my folks split up. She didn't technically live next door, but was actually about three blocks away. However, when I first got my car and started driving to school, it was a no-brainer that I would give her a ride home after school. At some point, it occurred to me I should pick her up on the way, too. Her house was literally on the way to school. We were also in all kinds of activities together: Marching Band, Concert Band, Orchestra, Choir and Drama Club. Pretty much anything that involved performing. So, we spent most of the school year together and had become good friends over that time. Yet somehow, we never started dating. It seemed like when one of us was available, the other was involved with someone. So, after years of that, I think were just comfortable together as friends. Actually, after that conversation I thought Dave was interested in her, which is why I didn't push the catsuit thing any further. As it turned out, Dave came out as gay later that summer, so he apparently wasn't interested. So, fast forward a few months, it's getting to late Spring and graduation is approaching, when Stacey hits me with a surprise on the way to school one Monday morning. She hopper into my car, dropping her bag on the floor, and looking at me with a big grin on her face. "You'll never guess what I found this weekend?" I thought, and replied, "A way to fast-forward time so we can just graduate already?" She laughed. "No... not yet anyway." She hesitated. I had thought she was trying to think of another jokey reply. If I hadn't been driving, I'd have noticed her hands shaking and her voice breaking slightly. She was quite nervous, but I was too preoccupied with driving to really see it. I did notice something was off though. I looked over at her. "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm great... it's just... I found it!" she finally blurted out. I looked confused. "You found... what?" "A place that sells catsuits!" she gushed, her giddiness overtaking her nervousness. "Oh," I replied, thrown for a moment. Why the hell was she telling me this? "Oh! Right! Oh, that's freaking cool! Are you gonna go check it out?" She smiled mischievously. "I thought you were going to take me?" "I am?" I said, feeling like I was not a complete part of this conversation. Then I remembered the conversation at the party. In my defense, it had been several months. "Oh, yeah. I did say, I would, didn't I?" She nodded, smiling triumphantly. "Wait, are you serious?" I looked at her and she smiled and nodded vigorously. Suddenly, I saw her excitement and realized, she was into this! I didn't want to get my hopes up, but there was that voice at the back of my head telling me she would make an amazing dominatrix! Sexy, smart, pretty and geeky made her everything I wanted. "Okay, great! Where is it? When are they open?" "It's in Philly... on... South Street?" she replied hesitantly. I nodded. "That makes sense, South Street is kind of the artsy area, lots of alternative lifestyle and counter-culture stuff there." "How do you know all that?" she asked suspiciously. "Oh," I stammered, "the Theater for the Living Arts is right there, and I've seen a couple shows at the TLA." While that was true, I'd also checked out some of the shops along the street there, and there were some that sold sex toys and such. I'd even had the guts to buy myself some fetish clothes. I'd been able to get a vinyl bra and panties, and latex briefs. Yes, the lingerie was for me. I should probably mention, I'm a cross-dresser, and had been for some time. Mostly, I wore stuff from my different relatives over the years, but I had grown too big for their stuff, so I was trying to find some of my own! She told me the address and I knew the area. She also told me the hours they were open. Since we still had school stuff to wrap for the year, we wouldn't be able to go until Saturday, and we'd have to go early before I went to work on Saturday night. That's how on a lovely spring Saturday, we found ourselves heading on an excursion to find a catsuit! It was one of those great Spring days, warm but not hot, sunny but with enough clouds to keep it cool. Stacey was looking even lovelier than the weather. I wasn't sure if she'd done something different, but she looked great. Not the usual dowdy tomboy, but she wasn't over the top either. Or maybe it was my imagination because of what we were doing? And I wanted her to look like a fantasy dominatrix? I tried not to wonder about it too much and just enjoyed talking with her and singing along to the radio. One thing about Stacey was that we went together really well. We both had similar tastes in music, which covered just about everything but we both really loved classic rock. In fact, one of the few concerts she'd ever been to was the Rolling Stones. I remember her first showing up in a concert t-shirt at school, and talking about the show for hours. We also were able to talk comfortably and easily. I had very few people that I connected with like that. And we could talk pop culture, literature, philosophy or professional wrestling, it was all fair game and would flow one into the other. Talking and singing along to the radio made the forty-five minute drive go quickly. It only took a few minutes and we'd parked (with me bitching about the prices for the garage). We walked the couple blocks to the Fantasy Boutique, though they changed the name to Passional years later. I hesitated outside, seeing the window displays of things I'd only dreamed about: corsets, thigh-high boots, gloves, leather, latex and yes, even a PVC catsuit! I was already lost in a haze, but Stacey took me by the arm and practically dragged me in. I don't know what I was expecting, but the place was very nice and clean. It looked like a regular department store, just with lots of fetish gear on display. The front area was mostly footwear, corsets, gloves and such. The fairly tame stuff, I guess. 'Don't scare the normals' was my thought for how they laid it out. We browsed around for a few minutes, Stacey was practically gaga for all the stuff, while I was wondering how a lot of it would look on her. I was sure she'd look amazing, since it looked incredible on the mannequins and displays. We were looking over some boots with a ton of straps on them and at least six, maybe seven inch heels. Stacey commented, "I wonder how you walk in those?" "Lots of practice," came an answer behind us. A cute, and very petite saleslady came up behind us. It was funny, for a Fetish Boutique, she looked like she worked in a regular department store. She was in a nice blouse and skirt, nothing fetishy about it. I guess if you're working around the stuff all day, you don't want to spend all day in it? "Hi, I'm Kate, can I help you find something?" I was still trying to find my bearing, but thankfully Stacey was like she'd found a long-lost friend. "Yes! We're looking for a catsuit, maybe in vinyl or PVC?" "Sure, we have lots of selection, please follow me." She gestured us to the next room. We discovered things got a little kinkier here. There were all kinds of outfits in all kinds of materials here. It was like a fetishists version of heaven! The smell of leather, latex, vinyl and everything else was almost overwhelming. "Wow! That is some awesome stuff," I muttered, looking around, trying to take everything in at once. "It sure is!" Stacey was almost giddy. I'd known her since were nine years old and I had NEVER seen her like this. "Yes," Kate beamed, "we have a pretty amazing selection. Definitely one of the best in the region, possibly the country. Our owner takes great pride in our selection." "I want to try them all on." Stacey had both her hands wrapped around my arm since we came in, and she hadn't moved to let go. I sure as hell wasn't about stop her. Being this close to her made me wonder why I'd waited this long to be with her. Perspective is weird that way, right? Kate led us to several racks of catsuits, and I was a bit amazed at the selection of sizes and materials. The two of them dove in and grabbed a suit, which Kate held up to Stacey and they both though it was a good size. "You want to try it on?" Kate smiled like she was letting Stacey in on a secret. "Oh hell yes!" Stacey was all but drooling to get into the suit. They pulled me to a third portion of the shop, where I was amazed to see they kept the really kinky stuff. There were all sorts of gags, whips, harnesses, cuffs and stuff I wasn't even able to identify. We headed to the side and there was a small changing area with several booths. "Be back in a bit." Stacey winked back at me. I sat in a chair just outside the waiting room. Thankfully since it was still early, the store was mostly empty. So, I pondered the nature of us coming here. I mean, this was all fun, right? A silly game with two friends, and she'd try the suit on and we'd laugh at how silly this all was and then go to lunch and laugh some more? Right? I was hoping it would go a different way, but I really didn't want to get my hopes up. Stacey and Kate slipped into the booth together. Kate hung the suit on a hook, off to one side. "Do you mind if I'm in here with you?" Kate asked. "These can be tight and hard to get on yourself, especially the first time. If nothing else, the zippers are usually a bitch." "No, I don't mind at all, after four years of Drama Club, I'm pretty over being shy about being undressed around others," Stacey replied. Now, we didn't usually get fully naked backstage, but a body stocking didn't really hide much, and was about as close to naked as you can be and still have clothes on. And yes, we'd both seen each other in just a body stocking, and yes she looked damn good in one! Stacey was already ripping her clothes off. She realized her panties were already wet, and she kind of hoped that Kate didn't notice! On the other hand, she confided later, she kind of hoped the cute saleslady would notice. "Your boyfriend is going to be blown away by this, you know that right?" Kate said as she prepped the catsuit, barely even glancing at Stacey. "Oh, he's not... I mean, we're... it's complicated," she stammered. "Oh? Really? He looks so smitten with you, I just figured you guys had been together for years." Kate seemed genuinely surprised. "Smitten? Really?" Stacey wondered as she slipped her shoes and socks off. She was about to take her underwear off, but Kate stopped her. "In case it doesn't fit, we want it to be hygienic for others," Kate explained. Stacey shrugged. "Makes sense... so, you really think he's smitten?" "With the way he was looking at you out there, you could have him wrapped around your finger. No problem!" Kate explained as she handed the suit over. Stacey sat on the bench, and started slipping her legs in. Yeah, as you can guess, she was getting more excited. Then the idea of dominating me, apparently really fired her jets since she almost came when she pulled the crotch of the suit up tight. She had to stop and catch her breath, which Kate thought she needed help. So, Kate helped her with the sleeves. "You don't understand," Stacey explained. "He is the most headstrong, confident person I've ever met. He's so sure that he's right about everything. If he wasn't so nice, it would be extremely off-putting. As it is, he's mostly just... confusing." "Well, I'll tell you what, let's see his reaction to this suit," Kate said, "but I bet he'll be putty in your hands." Stacey was really worked up now, especially with Kate being so close. She'd always wondered if she was gay since she was very interested in girls, but she was also attracted to guys. As a cross-dresser, I'd had many of the same thoughts myself. Needless to say, being excited and having Kate's hands on her, was getting Stacey even more worked up. They got the suit zipped up and Kate had Stacey look at herself in the mirror. Stace literally gasped, "Oh my fucking God!" "Right?" Kate said grinning from ear to ear. "Face it, you are smoking hot, this suit just amps it up to 11." Stacey could only nod, and stare at herself. Kate gave her a few moments, though when Stacey started rubbing her hands over the sides of the suit, Kate coughed politely to remind her she was there. "So, I guess you like it?" Kate asked. Stacey nodded, smiling a fierce predatory smile. "Oh hell yes!" "Want to amp it up even more?" Stacey smiled as well. Yeah, I was in over my head. They only took a few minutes, but I started to wonder if they were okay. I could hear them talking, so I figured it was just tough to get into. The suit was pretty skintight. Though when they got quiet for a few minutes, I started to wonder if I should check on them. It turns out, Kate did a super quick make-over. Just some quick make-up so her eyes and lips would really pop. Stacey also let her hair down, so it fell across her shoulders. I was just about to call back to them, when Kate stepped out and smiled at me. She then gestured to the dressing booth in a 'ta-da' manner, and Stacey stepped out. I couldn't believe the goddess in front of me was my Stacey! She looked like a fetish queen, or a warrior princess or something. She was beautiful, powerful and regal. It was overwhelming, intimidating and all I could do was sit there with my mouth open and stutter. Stacey stalked slowly over to me. Taking each step, slowly, measured. Letting me drink in every inch of her. And boy, did I try. I mean, I'd been swimming with her and seen her practically naked in Drama, so I knew she had some nice curves, but seeing the skintight suit stretched tight over them was almost unfair. She stopped a few feet in front of me. "So, do you like it?" She smiled that predator's smile again. "I... it... I mean, you... we... that... it... I... mean, well... y'know..." I stammered, and that was about the most intelligent thing I was able to spit out. Kate laughed softly. "I think you broke his brain." Stacey replied to Kate, but looked only at me. "Maybe. And I think you might be right about several things." She stalked closer, standing just overtop me, her large breasts just inches from my face, as she leaned down. "So, are you getting this for me then?" I just nodded, still not able to form words, or many coherent thoughts. I would have ordered the store if she'd asked. "Great! I guess I should model it for you, when we get home then." I nodded vigorously, this time. Still unable to do much else. Stacey just smiled and winked, leaned in close. "I think you're going to enjoy being mine, aren't you?" Quietly, I whispered, "Y-y-yes, Ma'am." She grinned and kissed me softly on the cheek. Then she turned and they were both gone in a flash. It was like the world turned back on suddenly. I was lightheaded, out of breath, and my goodness was I harder than I'd ever been in my life. I felt like she'd cast a spell over me or something. If it wasn't for the soft feel of her lipstick on my cheek, I wouldn't have believed it was real. Back in the booth, Kate and Stacey were whispering excitedly as they got Stacey undressed. Kate said, "So? He's your new boy toy, right?" Stacey grinned. "I think so! I've never seen him at such a loss for words! Even during Improv or Mock Trial or anything. Never." "Well, I hope you both have a lot of fun. If you want any pointers let me know," Kate offered. "Pointers on what?" Stacey asked as she slid the suit off her arms and down past her waist. Her panties were practically a puddle now. It was a good thing she was taking the suit! "Oh, my boyfriend Steve, is my submissive. Hopefully, he'll even be my full-time slave soon," Kate explained. "Holy shit, you mean, your whole relationship is like that?" Stacey asked. "No, we're not 24/7," she explained. "But we do scene at least once or twice a week, and he's usually the sub, but we have switched before. I definitely prefer being on top... so to speak." She laughed. "You have to tell me everything you know," Stacey said. Kate chuckled. "I don't think we have time for that, but let me give you a few quick pointers and I'll leave you my number, then you can call me and I can explain more that way." "You are awesome, thank you!" Stacey grinned as she slipped back into her regular clothes. Though somehow, they didn't feel quite right to her any more. She realized, she was getting addicted, and pretty quick, too. So, Kate gave few a quick pointers of Femdom 101, and then took the suit to wrap it up. As Kate stepped out, she smiled at me as she was putting the suit away. "You are a very lucky guy, you know that?" I looked back where Stacey was and nodded. "Yes, yes I am, it's a shame it's taken me, us really, this long to see it." "Well, you should definitely make it up to her then," Kate said and then slipped off into the store. I was going to ask what she meant by that, but I was pretty sure I knew. The part about 'being hers' rung in my head like a bell. I couldn't believe one of my best friends was the fantasy Domme of my dreams! A few moments later Stacey came out of the dressing room and approached me confidently. You see, she's smart, but she's always been a bit of a wallflower. I on the other hand, while I'm kind of plain looking, not ugly or handsome, just sort of ordinary. Despite that I have a level of confidence that belies my age. At eighteen, I was sure about just about everything. Of course, I was also sure that Stacey would never have been into fetishwear. Shows what I fucking knew! I decided to try and disarm her with humor. I flashed a slight grin and said, "So, you didn't want to wear the catsuit home?" She smiled that predator's smile again, knocking the smile off my face. "If I thought you'd be able to drive at all while I was wearing it, then I would certainly have considered it, but we both know you'd never be able to drive, right?" I nodded my head. "Yeah, I uh... you're probably right." She leaned in close and held onto my arm again. Just feeling her so close had my head swimming. So, I just smiled happily at her. She looked up with a twinkle in her eye, and began steering me to the main counter. Kate rang us up, I almost balked at the price, but I was hoping it was going to be well worth it! Kate smiled as she handed over the bag. "I put a couple surprises in the bag for you, Stacey. Have fun and good luck!" She looked pointedly at me. "You're gonna need it." I was about to ask what she meant, when Stacey grabbed my arm and led me out of the store. She handed me the bag and simply said, "Carry this." That simple command had me ready to obey her every word. I swear it was like she'd bewitched me! I started heading downtown towards some of the nearby lunch places, but Stacey pulled me the other way, back towards the garage. "Don't you want to get lunch?" I asked. She shook her head and leaned in, her voice smoldering with desire. "No, I have something else I want for lunch." "Ah...uh-huh," was all I could manage as a reply. We walked to the car, her practically dragging me along! As we climbed into the car. She leaned over and kissed me. This was a kiss of passion, lust and desire. Holy shit, I was a little scared of her! And dammit if that didn't turn me on even more. She broke the kiss, looking me steadily in the eyes. "Drive. Fast. Now." I hit the ignition and raced out of the garage! We didn't talk much in the car, Stacey just put the radio on high, and blasted Nine Inch Nails the whole way home. I had introduced the band to her a couple years ago, and she loved it. It's funny, looking back, she gave so many hints at various points, that I never really picked up on them. Some were pretty subtle, some were overt, but done in a joking way. I was really hoping this wasn't a long elaborate joke of hers, but that wasn't really her style. That was one thing I appreciated about her. She didn't really play those little games that teen girls liked with teasing and stringing guys along and such. It was normally about forty to forty-five minute to get back home. Since it was a lovely Saturday afternoon, traffic was pretty light, so I was able to fly and made it in under thirty minutes. As we pulled into her house, she didn't say anything, just got out of the car and headed towards her garage. Why the hell was she going to the garage? I looked and realized her mom wasn't here, so I thought we'd go into the house, but I followed her. Clearly she was in charge! She took a set of stairs up the side of the garage and entered a small apartment over the top of the parking area. It wasn't spacious, but it was clean and well appointed. There was only the main room, which was basically a family room with a small kitchenette. There was a door leading back to a small bedroom, and there was a bathroom back there, too. Looking around, there were several piles of books around the room. I'd forgotten, she'd always mention this place, but I didn't know she used it this much. It looks like she did most of her reading here. "I forgot about this place," I said simply. "Really? Every time we talk on the phone, I'm in here, studying," she noted. "Or reading?" I asked pointing to the books. "You know me," she smiled. This was a warm, friendly smile. "I thought I did, but you've really surprised me today, multiple times. And in a very good way, I might add," I stammered out. Her smiled changed to that cat that ate the canary look. She held up the bag. "So, you liked the catsuit?" I nodded. "Oh my, yes. I was also very taken with the sexy lady that was wearing it." She stalked closer to me. I sometimes forgot we were almost the same height. I was maybe an inch taller than her. Right now, I felt like she was a foot taller than me. "Good, because she's going to be taking you," she purred. I gulped, not able to form words again. "Do you want to be my slave today?" she growled. I nodded vigorously. She grabbed my shirt, pulling me right into her, her lips inches from mine. "Answer me," she said sternly. Who was this woman? "Y-y-yes, Ma'am," I stammered. "No!" she growled angrily. "You will address me as Mistress! Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress!" I cried out. "Good, boy," she purred again. "So, I'm going to play with my new toy right now." She ran her fingers down the side of my face. "Is there anything you would like to do with me?" "You mean, like worshiping you?" I hesitated. She smiled. "Yes, exactly. Are you willing to worship every inch of my body?" "Oh, yes Mistress! Absolutely!" "Hmmm, so you'll lick my feet?" "Yes, Mistress." "You'll worship my legs? My tits?" "Of course, Mistress." "You'll worship my pussy?" "Oh wow, yes, Mistress. Please?" "Would you lick my armpits? How about my asshole?" "Whatever you like, Mistress!" "Hmmm, whatever, eh? That's a lot to offer. And believe me," he paused for effect. "I want to do all sorts of terrible, wicked, kinky, fun things to you and with you. So, be careful about 'anything'. You might bite off more than you can chew." "Yes, Mistress. I just want to please you, and I can't think of very many things, I wouldn't want to try," I replied hurriedly. "Anything you definitely don't want to do?" she asked, running her nails along my chin making me shudder involuntarily. "Uhhh... I guess, anything with blood or poop, and no heavy pain. Like a spanking or something would be okay." I was so flustered. "What if I want to leave marks on you? Bruises or hickeys or anything? Will anyone be seeing you naked soon?" I shook my head. "No, Mistress. I'm done phys ed, and swim is all done for the year. So, you can mark me however you'd like." "Anything else you can think of?" she asked. "No, Mistress," I stated. "Good, then I'm going into the bedroom to change. You will strip naked. You'll fold your clothes neatly by the couch. You'll get two glasses of water for each of us, and when I come out, you will be kneeling right there, with your eyes to the floor." She pointed to a spot just in front of the arm chair that sat in the great room/kitchen area. "Understood?" "Yes, Mistress." With that, she turned on her heels taking the bag into the bedroom. My mind was whirling. Then I realized, I needed to do what she said, and be ready. I assumed it would take her a couple minutes, but I didn't want to disappoint her! I quickly poured two medium glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge. It was a really old fridge, and the light barely came on, but it was cool and so was the water. I took a few quick sips. Mostly to try and clear my head! After I set the water on the coffee table, I stripped down and started folding my clothes up. Once I had them set, I found the spot by the chair and knelt down to wait for her. Stacey ran into the bedroom. Her heat beating so rapidly. She couldn't believe she was doing this, and more importantly, she couldn't believe I was going through with it. She was trying to decide just how far to go with this scene. She did have some really outlandish scenes in mind, but most would take gear and equipment, so she figured, it was probably better to keep it simple. As she was planning what to do in her head, she ripped her clothes off, tossing them on the bed, pulling the catsuit out of the bag. She took a moment to sniff it. The vinyl had such an odd smell. Kind of chemically, but also very powerful, kind of like a new car smell, but more intimate, but not as overwhelming. She slid the suit on, and it was much easier this time. Or she was really worked up and was just jamming herself in. Either way, Kate had shown her a trick to getting the zipper sealed by herself. So, she was done and dressed in just a few minutes. She decided to do some make-up, partly for her, but also partly to let me stew for a few minutes. And I did stew. As I knelt, I wondered if I was going to be able to keep up with her on this. She was so powerful and bewitching, I knew I'd go along, but I couldn't decide if there really was a limit to things. I knew I'd try anything for her, sure some of the things my mind went to scared me a little, well okay, a lot. But there was a whole menu of things that were exciting that I was happy to at least try. After a few minutes, I began to worry. I wondered if she was having doubts or anything. Should I check on her? No, I figured she was probably waiting on purpose, messing with me. Stacey finished her make-up, then ran a brush though her hair, really fanning it out, going for a very mane like look with it. She smiled at herself, and couldn't believe how turned on she was. She was getting turned on by her own reflection! She decided, she better get started, or she was going to have to play with herself. She stalked over and opened the door quickly. The door opened suddenly, almost making me look up, but I remembered myself and kept my eyes down. She slowly stalked over to me. Taking long, slow careful steps. All I could see were the built-in feet of the catsuit. I realized this suit covered almost every inch of her body except her hands and her head. But all I could see were her feet and legs in that black, shiny material. She took a sip of water, and then purred, "I see, you've done as I instructed... good boy." She stood directly over me, I could almost feel her looking down at me. I swallowed nervously, really wanting to look up, but afraid to. She whispered, "Do you want to see how the suit looks?" "Yes, Mistress. I'd really love to see how you look," I stammered. "Then look at me," she purred. I looked up and was again unable to speak. She actually took my breath away! Seeing her at the store was mesmerizing, but her standing over me, with full make-up and that predatory smile was a sensation second to none. "Well?" she prompted. "It... you... I... amazing, just... oh wow...I don't, I mean, you... just, holy hell," I babbled. She laughed running her hand down my face again. "So, you like it?" "Oh yes, Mistress. I love it! You look... divine," I said. "Divine? I like that," she purred. "Tell me more." "Oh wow, I mean, I knew you were gorgeous, but this is just... incredible. And your, well your curves, are just... really... this really shows them off," I said rapidly, hoping it was what she wanted to hear. "You think it looks amazing," she said, running her hands down her side. "You should feel it, mmmm!" "Oh my... can I... feel you, M-mistress?" I started to reach out hesitantly, but then figured I should get permission first. "No," she said simply. Then stood and began running her hands over herself. I had a front row seat, and if I thought I couldn't get harder, well... I was wrong! This little show was hypnotic and incredibly erotic. She looked down. "Enjoying the view?" She ran her hands over her tits and threw her head back, biting her lips while doing so. I nodded. "Yes, Mistress!" "You still want to feel me?" "Yes, please, Mistress? Please let me touch you," I begged. "Hmmm, why don't you kiss my toes and tell me why I should let you," she pointed to her vinyl covered toes. So, I leaned forward and began kissing where her toes sat in the foot part of the catsuit. Begging and pleading to touch her. Promising to be good for her, to do whatever she wanted me to do, to be her little plaything. When I finished kissing the last toe, I simply knelt there. I wasn't sure if I should look up, or keep looking down. And my heart was absolutely hammering in my chest. "Hmmmm..." I heard her voice gently above me. "Before you get to touch me, I want to see what I'm playing with. Stand up, arms at your side." I quickly stood up and held my arms to my side. She looked me up and down like a piece of meat, and that made my cock throb. She was hitting all kinds of buttons here, and she knew it! She smiled as she saw my hard prick, bouncing. "Well, someone likes all this so far..." I nodded, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yes, Mistress." "Good," she stepped in close, running her hands over my chest and around my shoulder as she stalked behind me. "Because I am absolutely loving this," she said right by my ear. I shuddered at her tone. She sounded so... serious, so powerful. She ran her hand down my back to grab my ass. I started a little at her touch, so she smacked my butt cheek lightly. "Easy, pet. I'm just checking the merchandise." She ran her hands over every area of my body, at least what she could reach from standing up anyway. Though she didn't touch my cock until last. By that point, I was a raw bundle of nerves. She lightly ran her hand over my hard member, and all I could do was shudder and moan. "Oh my..." "What was that, pet? Are you okay?" She smiled seductively at me, running her hands down to my balls. "Yes, Mist... oh wow," I moaned as she massaged my sensitive bits slowly, lightly, teasing me to the edge of madness. "Looks like you're really enjoying this," she purred as she stroked my shaft with those same light, delicate touches. "Oh yes, Mistress," I said breathlessly as she rubbed me. She ran one finger along the underside, making me squirm. "Do you still wish to touch me? To feel this amazing catsuit on my body?" "Oh yes, Mistress, please?" "There are several rules you have to follow, if you agree to these, well, we'll see..." she trailed off, picking up a small loop of leather from the table. She undid the buckle, and I realized it was a collar. Where did she get that? "While you wear this collar, you are my slave, my property. You will do as ordered, when ordered. You will speak only when spoken to. When you do speak, you will address me as Mistress. And..." She reached her finger out to the tip of my cock, scooping up some of the dripping pre- cum. "You'll clean any mess that comes from you." She held her finger up to my mouth with my dripping on it. I realized I was being tested, so I happily licked the sticky stuff from her finger. I was surprised how sweet it was. "Good boy," she smiled. "Now, kiss the collar, and tell me if you accept these rules." I gently kissed the collar, and said, "Thank you for my collar, Mistress. I will follow and respect your rules, as I worship and respect you." Her eyes flashed and she said, "Now kneel." She smiled brightly as she buckled the collar around my neck. As I knelt back before her, she bit her lip. I thought it was nervousness, but then I realized it was arousal, she was really enjoying this. She sat in the well-worn armchair and lorded over me for a moment. Then she intoned, "You may touch me, but only below the knees. You may kiss, lick and touch all you like down there." I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her big toe, as I gently ran my hand along her calf. I was surprised how cool the fabric felt, yet I could feel the heat from her skin underneath. It was a strange sensation, and it felt even better as I rubbed my hands all over her lower legs. She was moaning and squirming, so I was hoping she was enjoying all this, too. After several minutes, she put her toes to my mouth and ordered me simply, "Suck." So, I sucked on her vinyl toes like I was getting milk from them. She took advantage of this distraction to begin teasing my member with her other foot. We were both moaning and quivering, it was a primal hormone session, and we were both maxing out. Breathlessly, she leaned forward. "Still liking the catsuit, pet?" I nodded. "Oh yes! The suit and the amazing goddess in it are both fantastic, better than I could have believed." "Really?" she purred. "Kissing my ass are you?" I shrugged as she pulled her toes out of my mouth. "Yes, Mistress." She stood and turned, putting her glorious round ass right in my face. The tight suit stretched even tighter over those delightful orbs. "Then you should really kiss my ass, and you can touch up to my hips, but nothing in the crotch, pet." "Yes, Mistress!" I said, leaning forward to begin planting kisses on her pert bottom. It was heavenly being this close to her. The one problem when I'd kiss across the seam in the back where her crack was, I could smell her arousal mixed with the new car smell of the vinyl and it was intoxicating. I was really hoping I'd get to lick her pussy, she smelled amazing, but the tease of not being able to was making me want it that much more. I kissed and licked around the round globes of her cheeks, reveling in the smell and taste of the vinyl on her skin. I'm not sure how long I kissed her ass like that, when she started running her fingers through my hair and started grinding her ass on my face. Eventually, guiding my face into the seam of the suit and the crack of her ass. I could really smell her arousal now, and from the way she was grinding on my face, I assumed she was pretty worked up. She actually growled as she turned around, and I could see the look on her face was like a woman possessed! She scared me more than a little, and help me, that turned me on even more. Hoping that she wouldn't actually hurt me, but kind of hoping she would, was a really weird feeling. She pushed my shoulders back, and I fell back to the floor. She kneeled right down onto my chest, biting her lip as she ran her hands over my chest and started pinching my nipples. She teased me like that for several minutes, grinding on my chest as she did. She eventually started to pinch really hard, actually using her nails and making me cry out. "Did that hurt, pet?" she growled, sounding like she was gritting her teeth. "Yes, Mistress!" "But you like it, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress!" "What would you like me to do?" she asked softly. "Whatever you'd like, Mistress." She shook her head. "Uh-uh, this is your chance. You can have something, right now, what do you want?" I looked up at her. "Please, may I worship your pussy?" "Ohhhh, you want to get into my pants, eh? Hmmmm..." She trailed off, looking down at me with a wicked gleam. "You can, but only outside the suit. Oh, and I'm on top." She then slid forward, using her lower legs to pin my arms down and then planting her vinyl covered crotch just inches from my face. "Well, go ahead, it's all yours." She smiled wickedly. From that position, I had no leverage to shift up and when I leaned my head all the way forward, even reaching my tongue all the way out, I couldn't quite make contact. I grunted and strained, trying to get just a little closer. But she really had me pinned all the way down, and there was nothing I could do. "Come on, pet. You said you wanted it, show me how much you want to lick me," she ordered. I kept struggling, and she was clearly enjoying the hell out of tormenting me. "Come on, you said you wanted it. Don't you want to worship my womanhood? Show me, how much you want it." I tried for several more minutes, until my head fell back, too tired to try any more. "That's all you've got? I guess you didn't want it that bad." She sounded disdainful. "No! Please? Can you just move closer?" I begged. "Oh, I thought you were worshiping me? I didn't realize I needed to do something. Well, if I'm moving, then we're doing this my way, understood?" she growled, sounding like a woman possessed. I nodded vigorously. "Yes, Mistress! Please?" "You asked for it, slut." And she shifted her hips forward and buried my face in her crotch. All I could see, hear, smell and taste was her and the catsuit. And I was in heaven with it. She grabbed the back of my head, yelling, "Is this what you wanted?" I yelled, my muffled, "Yes, Mistress." And she just said, "Shut up and eat me." She held on, driving my face deep in her crotch and was basically humping my face. I stuck my tongue and attempted to lick her through the suit as best I could, which wasn't very well. But she didn't seem to care. I could hear her moaning loudly, gripping tighter with her hands and thighs. Until finally, she was going at me so hard I was worried she was going to break my nose. There really wasn't much I could do, but lick and try my best to please her. Finally after several minutes of this, she reached a peak and squeezed my head like a vice, crying out loudly as her body shook in the throws of a powerful orgasm. My biggest issue was that I couldn't really breathe like this! I waited for about ten or twenty seconds before I started to squirm. She must have realized what was going on as she slid back and I took a deep breath. "Sorry," she looked down, panting slightly, her eyes looking a little glassy. She looked to still be a little high from cumming and had let the Domme mode slip. "Don't be sorry, that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced!" I smiled up. "Oh, so you like being my little sex toy." She smiled, dropping back into Domme mode. "Oh, yes. We can do that any time you'd like," I replied. "Hmmmm, any time?" She looked thoughtfully, and I worried for a moment about what was going through her head, but she didn't give me much respite. "Well, that's a sweet offer, but you still failed to be able to worship me, so I think you need to be punished." She grinned evilly. "Y-y-yes, Mistress," I replied, not sure what she meant by 'punished', She stood, towering over me for a moment, she pointed to the arm chair. "Crawl over to the chair and then stand facing the chair." I crawled across the floor, feeling very naked and vulnerable at that moment. I then stood and faced the chair. She came up behind me. "Now, I'm going to beat this cute little ass of yours red." She grabbed my cheeks and I gasped slightly. "Now bend over and put your face in that seat." I bent forward, leaning my face and shoulders on the easy chair. She continued to rub on my very exposed ass, delighting in the little ripples of pleasure she was sending through me. Then while one hand was rubbing, the other smacked me lightly on the cheeks. Not anything crazy, just enough to get my attention. "Just a love tap, pet," she purred, clearly enjoying the power and advantage she had over me. I on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves! I was worried how hard she would go. Could I take it? How much was it going to hurt? Interestingly, she'd tell me later, she was having many of the same doubts. Especially after having her orgasm, she'd backed down from her earlier level of arousal, and was thinking a little more clearly. She'd been thinking she was going to beat my ass until I was blistered and red, but she also didn't want to go too far. And she really wasn't sure how much I could take. So, she started slowly. Several more of the love taps, before she started to get aggressive, and also aroused by the power. That gave her the confidence to really start to lay into me. The build was so gradual, it took a few dozen hits before I was really starting to wince and moan with the pain. Also, her hitting the same spot over and over, really made that spot sensitive. It only took a few of these swats at near full strength for me to start squirming and moaning softly. Then she started lashing me with her tongue and her hand. "Oh, does my little slut like that?"... "Is your little ass getting all sore?" ... "Maybe I should really hit you hard!" After a few minutes of berating me and beating me, she slowed down and leaned in close. "Now, for these last few, I'm going to really beat your ass. After each one, you're going to count, thank me and beg for more. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress, count, thank you and beg for more," I replied. "Good pet," she said and then swung her hand down really hard! The loud smack seemed to echo through the room. It actually took a moment from the moment I heard the sound, for the pain to register. I hissed in pain, and squirmed trying to get the pain to subside. After a moment, my head and the pain cleared, and I remembered to say, "One, thank you, Mistress. May I have another?" "Well since you asked so nicely, how can I refuse." I could hear the smile and sarcasm in her voice. Then her hand swung down again, really lighting my ass on fire, this time on the other cheek. I hissed and squirmed again, amazed at how much pain was coursing through me. I was also astounded at how aroused I was by the whole thing. Even through the pain, my cock was rock hard. A fact that Stacey was quick to pick-up on, too. She reached down with one hand to gently rub my throbbing cock, while her other hand rubbed my stinging ass cheek. "My, my, someone seems to be enjoying their spanking." She very lightly and teasingly rubbed my hardness. I moaned softly as she did. She then wrapped her hand around me, and began slowly stroking. After just a few strokes, she brought her other hand down on my first cheek again. The mix of pain and pleasure, really messed with my head. I moaned at first, then remembered I was supposed to speak, though my brain didn't fully register what I was saying. I almost reflexively said, "Thank you, Mistress. May I have another? Oh, three." She rubbed my stinging ass-cheek gently while still stroking me. "Good save, but the counting should be first. Any more mistakes and I'm going to start over." I shook in fear for a moment. "Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress." "Oh, don't apologize pet, I want more reasons to beat your ass. After all your little jokes over the years, I'm really enjoying this," she wrapped up. I wondered what she was saying, then my mind drifted back to little jokes I'd play on her. You know that thing where someone goes to open the car door and you move the car forward about five feet right before they grab the handle? Yeah, I used to do that to her about once a week or so. Not enough to be all the time, but enough to be really annoying. And I did a lot of goofy shit like that, I guess this was some of my payback. I was brought back to reality by the next stinging smack, and I actually leaned forward as if I could somehow get away from the pain. I did remember to say my phrase, and we went like that for several minutes. By the time we got to sixteen, my ass felt like it was on fire, but with her stroking me while spanking me, I was so aroused that my cock felt like it was made of metal. "Just four more," she announced after I'd recovered and said my phrase for sixteen. "I'm going to really beat you for these last four, and I'm hoping you're going to have some marks from this, but I'm not sure. Your ass is really red though." I could hear the arousal in her voice and realized she was getting off on this. So, I resolved to take my licks as best I could and try to please her. The next stroke came with a moment of warning since I could hear the whoosh of her hand through the air. The smack hit me and I thought my was butt was actually on fire! Holy shit did that really hurt. Then she stroked my member some, and my brain about short- circuited. It was probably a full five seconds before I recovered enough to count and thank her. She did the next one immediately after I finished asking her for another. The searing pain making me dance, then her stroking on my cock making me gasp in pleasure and trying to hump her hand. She let go as I did that, and I was just dry humping the air. I moaned with need, and she said, "Ah-ah, you get what I give you, not what you want pet." I bit my lip in frustration, and said, "Yes, Mistress." I got control of my self and stopped thrusting my hips. She immediately, wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroking softly, teasing me mercilessly. I moaned as she teased me, and then delivered the next hit to about the exact same spot on my ass. "Nineteen, thank you, Mistress. May I have another?" "Are you sure, pet?" "Yes, Mistress!" "Then I think you should beg me. Beg for me to beat your cute little butt," she purred. "Please Mistress? Please punish my ass, smack my cheek and tan my ass red. Make me your little slave, and punish me how you please!" I babbled, both enjoying the spanking and glad it was almost over. "Well, since you want it so bad," she stated and then swung a mighty swing with a smack that had a meaty smack. I hissed and tried to escape the pain, gritting my teeth and saying, "Twenty, thank you, Mistress. May I have another?" "Not now, pet, but since you were such a good boy for your punishment, would you like a treat?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," I gasped, somewhat out of breath. "Good, then come here," she sat back on the couch and gave me a 'come hither' gesture. I crawled over to her and she unzipped the suit down to her navel. She pulled the center open and bared her breasts to me. I was spellbound by her tits and she knew it. She was enjoying the effect on me, she just smiled and played with them for a moment. Then she looked me in the eye. "Do you want to worship my tits?" I nodded, dumbfounded, not really able to form words. "I asked you a question." She paused. "Or I can just put them away." She started to pull the suit back over her chest. "No! Please Mistress? Please may I worship your amazing breasts?" I stammered. "Hmmmm..." She looked me over, taking her time. Teasing me by playing with them again. "Since you were good for your spanking," she said. "But not on the nipples, anything else but." She then leaned back pulling me to her breasts. I worshiped them like my life depended on it. They were as amazing as you'd think. Large and round, I kissed and licked around, under and even in between them. Finally she pushed her nipple into my mouth, and ordered, "Suck my tit." I obeyed happily, sucking deep and hard on her nipple, enjoying her excited moans. I moved from one nipple back to the other, making love to every inch of her. I felt her doing something, but couldn't really see what it was. Then I felt her take my hand and guide it into her catsuit. She'd undone the zipper more and was giving me permission to touch her womanhood. I lightly traced my finger over her, running through her pubic hair, down to her clit. I slid my finger all way down tracing lightly over her. She grabbed my hand and pushed. "Put your finger in me." I obeyed and slid my finger into her. It probably goes without saying she was quite wet and my finger pretty much slid in. She arched her back, grabbing my head and smashing my face into her tits. She growled as she started grinding against my hand. So, I began fingering her hard, while still trying to suck and lick on her tits. Within a few minutes, she started to dig her fingernails into my shoulders and back. The more aroused she got, the more she dug in. As she approached climax she began to claw my shoulders and back, then as she came she dug her nails in deep to my skin. Deep enough that while it hurt like a son of a bitch, she didn't draw blood, but I'd have some weird looking marks for a day or two. I was so engrossed in pleasing her, so the full sensation of what she was doing to me didn't register right away. I knew she was digging into my shoulders, but I was so aroused and enthralled, the pain didn't register. As she came, she bucked and growled, digging deeper into me. As she came back down, I began gently nuzzling her breasts and softly ran my finger over her slit. She looked up at me, with hunger in her eyes. "Do you want to eat my pussy?" "Oh my, yes!" "Yes, who?" she sternly replied. "Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress." She rolled us over, so she was back on top, then she reached down and slid the zipper all the way around to her back, exposing her crotch. I could already smell her arousal, and I really wanted to taste her. She slid forward and placed her sex right on my face, pinning my head to the couch. She again went with the hair grip to guide me where she wanted me. Though she didn't pin my arms down this time, making it a little easier to shift where she needed me, but oddly, I found not being pinned down wasn't quite as fun. Then again, I had serious work to do. I focused on licking and sucking on her as best I could, mostly I let her guide me where she wanted me. It was sexy and a little strange. I again, had that feeling of being a human sex toy. She was still clearly worked up and quite aroused. The amount of her juices that were covering me were a testament to that. Also, to say she tasted amazing was an understatement. If I had the strength and fortitude, I would happily go down on her all day. It wouldn't take all day, in fact, after her last orgasm, this one was already pretty close, so when she started gripping my head tight with her hands and thighs, I had a pretty good idea what was coming. Yeah, she was cumming. And it must have been a good one, I could hear her breathing heavily until she clamped her thighs on the side of my head, and then pulled my face deeper into her sex for good measure. I could feel her start convulsing and shaking, which she did for quite some time. Thankfully I could get a little air in this position, so I didn't have to break right away. Once she relaxed her grip and started coming down, I gently and softly licked and kissed her. She slid back and laid down on my chest, still catching her breath. I just held her in my arms, enjoying feeling her next to me. After a few minutes, she looked up, smiling and her eyes bright. "That was amazing," she said, as she reached down and rubbed my rock hard cock. "I guess, it's your turn. You do remember the rules?" I looked up at her gasping as she played with me. "T-t-the rules, Mistress?" "Yes, about cleaning up your mess?" I nodded, too aroused to really care. "Yes, Mistress." "Good." She looked around. "How do I want you to cum?" She stroked me as looked around. I began humping her hand, trying to get more sensation. She smacked me on the thigh. "Naughty boy, you get what I want you to have, nothing more. Humping me like a bad dog. Hmmmm..." She sat up and pointed to the floor. "Kneel." "Yes, Mistress." I slid off the couch and knelt at her feet, she ran her catsuited foot over my cock, making me moan and throb. She then leaned forward and spit on her legs. I was a little confused about what she was doing. She looked up as she got the vinyl in between her calves nice and wet, and pulled me in close to her. She trapped my cock between her calves, in the wet spot she'd just made. Oh my, it was soft, warm and wet, and felt really nice. "Since you're being a bad dog, you get to hump my leg, just like a bad puppy," she chuckled at me. "I want to watch you cum, so hump my leg, now!" I jumped at her tone and began sliding my cock in and out of her legs. Damn it felt good. I mean, I'd hoped maybe we'd have sex, or a hand job or something. This wasn't quite what I'd had in mind, but it was up to her. So, humping her leg was going to have to do. As I began going, she'd let some more spit down now and then to keep it wet. At one point, she tilted my chin up, and told me, "Open." I opened my mouth, and she let a drip of spit into my mouth. I swallowed it happily. She smiled evilly back and told me, "Let me know when you're close. You have to beg for permission to cum." "Yes, Mistress!" I replied breathlessly. Just a few minutes later, I told her, "Mistress, I'm close." "Beg," was all she said. "Please, Mistress? Please let your slave boy cum? I've been a good boy and want to please you. Please take pity on me," I begged. She replied, "You think you've been good?" "Yes, Mistress." "You think you deserve to cum?" "Yes, Mistress!" "You're going to clean it all up for me?" "Yes, Mistress! Please?" "Tough shit, you get what I want. Stop now." "Oh my," I moaned as I stopped. I could feel it now, like a need, a want deep in me. "Please?" I said looking up, trying the puppy dog eyes routine. She got right in my face. "Open." I opened my mouth and she spit directly in my mouth. "Hold it." She spit several more times, then slid one hand to play with her breasts, and the other to play with her pussy. "Swallow." I obediently swallowed and she closed her legs back on my cock and said simply, "Hump, my little puppy." I went at her leg like a dog. I was desperate. I was going for just a few minutes, when she reminded me, "Beg when you're close, if you cum without permission, I'm going to spank your balls." That threat made me shudder, but also turned me on. I was starting to scare myself a little. I couldn't believe that idea was turning me on, which just got me closer. So, I started begging pitifully. "Please, Mistress? Please let your little puppy cum?" "Are you going to clean up after yourself?" "Yes, Mistress!" "Are you going to be my slave any time I want?" "Yes, Mistress!" "You're going to take me and get more Domme gear?" "Of course, Mistress!" "Then keep going, but you're not allowed to cum yet," she said sternly. "Oh, please? I'm so close. I'm not sure I can hold back..." I moaned. "Hold it until I say, or you're in for a world of hurt," she hissed. "Yes, Mistress! Oh, please? Please?" I was so close, I couldn't believe I'd held back to this point! I wasn't going to last much longer. She knew that, and took pity on me. "Then cum for me, pet," she said simply. Just a few strokes later and I was grunting and thrashing with one of the wildest and most intense orgasms I'd ever had. I shook for several moments and shot my cum all over legs. She ran her fingers through my hair. Once my eyes cleared, and my breathing returned to normal. She grabbed the back of my head, pushing my face towards her calves. Wow, she was serious! I'd hoped it was part of the game, but clearly not. I knew what I needed to do and tentatively reached out with my tongue to one of the large globs, taking the strange stuff in my mouth. It didn't taste bad, just strong. It was pretty salty, and a little sweet, but the consistency was the weird part. I moved my tongue around, licked all the streaks of cum off her catsuit. I heard her gasp, and looked up to realize she was still fingering herself. She looked at me and said simply, "Swallow." I gulped down my own jizz happily, and she threw back her head and let loose another moan. Shaking and quivering, she came again. As her eyes cleared, she smiled down at me. "I'm going to take your collar off now." I nodded that I understood and she reached up to undo the collar. She set the collar on the table, and then pulled me up onto the couch and snuggled in with me. We lay there for a few minutes, just being close and letting everything that just happened kind of sink in. After a couple of minutes, she turned to me and looked me deeply in the eyes. I smiled as she looked at me. She hesitated, and then said, "So, that was pretty... intense?" I nodded, leaning up on my elbow. "Yeah, it was, but in a good way." "Really? So you liked it?" She sounded a little giddy, like she wasn't sure how I'd react. "I'd have thought the screaming orgasm at the end was an indication, but yeah, that was the most intense, greatest sex I've ever had," I replied. "The greatest, huh?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and sounding very proud of herself. I nodded in agreement and she replied, "Though you know, technically, we didn't have sex." I shrugged. "We didn't have intercourse, we still had sex. I mean that's how so much of you got all over me." She looked at my face, and laughed. "Yeah, you're a bit of a mess. I'd kiss you, but you smell like pussy." "Well, it's from you," I teased. "Is that really what I smell like?" she asked. "Well, I guess not. I mean, it's probably better... from the tap, so to speak." I laughed. This was us, laughing and talking about silly stuff, despite everything that we just did to each other. "Well, I don't see any way I'll be able to try that, at least not from me anyway," she said smiling. "Wait, so you'd be okay, trying it..." I hesitated. "From another girl? Sure!... Is that okay?" she replied. "Okay? That's hot as hell! Could, uh... I get to watch?" She grinned. "Oh sweetie, I have all sorts of wild, kinky, sexy things I want to get into with you." "Really? Like what? A menage-a-troi?" "Maybe... I guess, you're just going to have to wait and find out," she said. "With that, I need to get cleaned up, I'm a sweaty mess. This suit is sexy, but the material really doesn't breathe much." So, we went and washed up, We then climbed into the double bed which occupied most of the room. We kissed tenderly, then snuggled into each other. "So, you know, this was a weird first date," I noted. "I kind of like it," she replied. "It's different, like us." "True, but I still feel like we should have a 'date' date," I said. "One where I'm not bossing you around?" She grinned. "Well, I didn't say that..." "That's good, because, you understand, I really enjoyed this, and any relationship we have, I'd want to be in-charge. I don't mean, full-time dominatrix and slave, but I would be in charge of the relationship," she explained. "I'm good with that," I replied happily. "Then get over here and kiss me," she said, pulling me in and we locked lips in a passionate kiss. "So, where do you want to go for our first date?" I asked as we came up for air. "The boutique!" she grinned. "I meant for a 'date' date," I replied. "Well, that's what I want to do," she stated. "Then I guess that's where we're going! What do you want to get next?" I asked her. "Oh no." She grinned. "I want to see your face when I try those items on." Yeah, I was in over my head, and I was loving every moment of it.