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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Slip Domination (Fdom/M, rom, bd, cd) by blacklaceguy14 (blacklaceguy14@hotmail.com) *** If like me, you have a passion for spike heels, stockings, fine lingerie, and above all else, slips as worn by women who like to exert control over men, then this story is for you. Based upon my own experience. *** As he came into room he saw her, sitting in front of the mirror brushing her long hair. In an instant he savoured the sight. The four inch spike heels arched her calves, the deep lace trim of her slinky black slip riding up over her crossed legs to reveal a hint of stocking top, her raised arms making her breasts taught against the black nylon lace. She looked good for her age. Younger women held no appeal for him. A woman who benefited from a few wrinkles, a less than perfect figure was his ideal. Not a word was exchanged between them; they both knew why they had come to this anonymous hotel room. She turned and smiled, her eyes darting to the black slip matching lingerie that lay neatly on the bed. He could watch her brush her hair for all eternity. It was a simple daily act, but it somehow emphasised her elegance and natural sense of poise. At last she put the brush down, stood up and faced him. Their kiss was long and deep. She could feel his cock stir, growing larger and larger as she pressed her nylon sheathed body tightly against his. At last her lips broke away from his. No time to waste. She reached down, unbuckling his belt then fumbling with his trouser zip, eventually peeling it down. As he slipped off his jacket, undid his tie and the buttons of his shirt he stared at the white mounds of her breasts, jiggling inside the slip as she sought to remove his trousers. At last he stood naked in front of her, hands by his side passively and expectantly. She momentarily admired his smooth body, not a scrap of ugly body hair to be seen, his cock jutting out unashamedly before her, proud and erect. She reached down and, lifting the hem of her slip, encased the stiffness in the shinny material, running up and down its length. He twitched involuntarily and let out a little moan of pleasure. Then without further ado she turned, sat down in front of the mirror once more and continued to brush her hair with an air of arrogance that only served to excite him. It was his cue to don the lingerie laid out on the bed. Gingerly he reached for the stockings and slowly drawing each up his leg. He put on the deep and lacy suspender belt, hooking it behind him before attaching each of the six suspenders to the stockings. Then he slipped into the high-heeled shoes. Finally he stood up and slid the slip over his torso. She had of course watched him in the mirror. Seeing him slowly get dressed in these very feminine garments never failed to arouse her. She could feel the moistness between her legs. He'd never worn make-up or a wig. One day perhaps. But in her eyes he looked very cute in lingerie, in spite of the very un-feminine bump at the front of his slip. The masculine power that he presented to the outside world had been dissolved in an instant. At this moment in time they might be considered equals. But of course they were not. In this room, it was she, who held the upper hand, not him and he knew it. She stood up and came before him again and they embraced, their two nylon clad bodies slipping and sliding gently against each other as they kissed with increasing passion and urgency clutching each other's buttocks through the nylon.. She felt his manhood pressing through the nylon against her, the symbolic of the power of her mature sexuality and she felt the wetness between her legs start to dribble onto her uppermost inner thighs. In the corner stood the full-length mirror. Breaking away from the embrace, she turned him so he now faced the mirror and could see for himself the feminine finery that he now stood in. She stood behind him, pressing against his buttocks. Nestling close and peering over his shoulder, her hands slid around him and, for a moment, caressed his hardness and his balls under the black nylon. He closed his eyes and moaned again. Then, slowly, she began to slide his pretty slip up over his thighs. Stocking tops revealed first, then white thigh before finally the organ that had so rudely protruded. Feeling her press even harder against him, he opened his eyes once more and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He loved the way she played with him; she made him feel special like no other woman had ever managed to do before. One hand played with his balls, the other pulled gently on his foreskin, rolling it back to reveal the moist purple head contained within. Slowly and methodically she wanked him. She adored the sight of his erection, mesmerised by this symbol of his passion for her now delightfully framed by the stockings and suspenders. She stopped playing with him the moment his breathing began to quicken. Oh no, he wasn't going to come just yet, that would be far too easy. He would have to earn his release. She went and sat on the chair and crossed her legs with an arousing coldness in her eyes. Kneeling before her, he knew what he had to do. In turn and for several minutes he sucked, kissed and caressed one her stiletto heels. The other spike pressed hard into his cock and balls. Slowly he placed butterfly kisses up the length of her shins and on to her knees. She stood up. On all fours he continued the gentle rain of kisses slowly upwards to the hem of her slip. She raised it a little to reveal her stocking tops, higher and higher, his lips never far behind. Then he saw the object of his desire. Clasping her naked buttocks for support, he continued upwards. Now he could smell her. As the aroma of her passion assailed his nostrils so it renewed the hardness below. "You may kiss me," was all she said. She parted her legs a little while his tongue slowly and lightly ran the length of her crack. He felt her shudder. Now he could actually taste her passion. Again he ran the length of her dripping cunt, letting his tongue slid deeper into her this time. As so he continued. Slowly but purposefully, anxious to show his unquestioned devotion to that very special and secret place. She looked down on her feminised lover, her slip now partially covering his head, then turned her head to look at their combined reflection in the full-length mirror. She felt powerful, in control, the boss. In this state she knew he would do anything she asked. Other women took afternoon tea with their friends, memories of wet and very aroused pussies long since gone, but not her. She knew the power of her sex, she craved the power of her sex and would continue to exploit it with her devoted lover for many years to come. If she let it, the rhythmic licking down below would make her come. So she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him away. Now bent over, resting her hands on the dressing table, she presented her backside for his attention. Kneeling behind his love, he slowly raised the hem of her slip up and over her smooth and rounded buttocks. For a moment he pressed his face against her cheeks, before turning his attention to them properly. He tenderly kissed the ample mounds of flesh then let his tongue slide up and down the length of the crack. Parting the cheeks with his hands, he pushed closer. He had smelt her now, as his tongue found the crinkled rosette of her anus, so he was at last able to taste that most intimate part of her body. Then he pushed his tongue deep inside as far as it would go. Head covered by the deep lace trim of slip, she enjoyed the sight of him in the mirror, bobbing up and down, paying homage to her asshole, savouring the wet tickling sensation she felt as he endeavoured to go further and further inside her with his eager tongue. Tiring of the attention she suddenly she moved away, reached for the dildo that lay on the dressing table and gestured to the bed. He rose to his feet, went to the bed and lay face up making no attempt to hide his rampant organ beneath the lace of his slip. She climbed over him, positioning herself directly over his face. He watched silently as she began to rhythmically to slid the glistening dildo in and out of her vagina, knowing he could look but mustn't touch. Eventually she gave him his reward. Slowly extracting the device from deep within her, she smeared her moistness onto the lace of her hem then held it against his nose, letting him smell her before teasing his lips with the dildo so letting him taste her. But now it was his turn for the dildo. She turned so that she now sat over his face, her slip forming a tent over his entire head and her vagina hard against his face to the point of near suffocation. Pulling his slip back to reveal all that lay underneath, without instruction from her, he raised and parted his legs and she saw him twitch slightly as she applied the lubricant, then felt him visibly wince under her as she inserted the dildo, that had only a moment ago been inside herself, deep into his ass. Feeling the dildo penetrate him, his nose enveloped in the flesh of her buttocks, he gasped for air in the darkness of her slip. The smell of the garment, of her and the sensation that pervaded his ass was sufficient to make him come there and then, but he knew he dare not. As she slid the object in and out of him, so she encased his stiffness, gently rubbing him with the nylon of his own slip. Giving a final and deep push to ensure the dildo was deep enough to remain inside him, she got up and climbed onto his organ, letting it slid deep into her. He lay passively, eyes closed, a serene expression on his face that was wet and smeared with her cum. Slowly gyrating on his cock, with one hand she reached behind, pulled down the hem of her slip and began caressing his balls. With the other she pressed the front of her slip to her clitoris, masturbating herself on the lace. Only when she felt the spasm of his release, hot white spunk ejaculating deep inside her, did she arch her back and with breasts jutting out against their nylon encasement, rub harder with the lace trim of her slip and succumb to the power of her own orgasm. END FEEDBACK WELCOMED, ESPECIALLY FROM LADIES WHO LOVE FINE LINGERIE AND WHO LIKE TO BE IN CONTROL. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. 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