Date Night with Mistress Marilyn

Every now and then, a busy Mistress such as myself gets the wonderful opportunity to have a night out.  With my idea of relaxation, there are often sexy stories that come along with it, and I bet you’re just itching to hear all about them, aren’t you?

Poor, sweet boy had no clue what he was getting himself into

Oh, how I’d missed that boy. His eyes were that deep, dirty green flecked with gold, and his hair golden brown, soft and touchable. His skin was light and freckled, and his muscles as toned as I remembered them- each and every one. We flirted and teased through dinner, finishing off a couple martinis while my shoe slipped off my foot beneath the table. My toes trailed up those toned thighs, and before I knew it he’d asked for the check and hurried me to the car, cutely trying to shield me from the rain.

Teasing and Tormenting all through Dinner

Pushing through the door, keys still clinking, he didn’t hesitate for a moment to lift me right off my delicate little feet and press me against the wall, breathlessly fighting in his head over whether to kiss me nice and deep, or keep burying his face in my neck where he could lick and nibble amongst the scent of my perfume imported from Italy. For a moment in time, my female instincts gave in to him, allowing myself such wonderful, sweet pleasure . . . but all the while, still wanting more.  He whisked me away to the bedroom, and placed me delicately on the bed, about to crawl up beside me . . .

His gorgeous cock was bulging through his pants, and I had to step back into my logical state of mind to make a choice: “Should I just give in, or should I make the pleasure last . . . exactly the way I want it to?”  I put my palm flat against his chest, and said “No. I haven’t had my fun with you yet. Stand up.” He gave me an odd look, but did as he was told.

“Now strip.”

“Now strip for me.” He began to remove his clothes. “No, no no . . . at least make it sexy for me, think male stripper!” I giggled. He gave me little glimpses of flesh, teasing me with that trail of golden curls leading down from his belly button, before stripping down to his boxers. I felt a flush of warmth between my legs as I said “Now, get on your hands and knees, and bring me the feather duster we used to play with . . . “ Oh, how I love it when a man brings me toys and implements with his teeth!

You know how I love to tease you, so I know you’ll all be eager and waiting for part two of my story! In the mean time, why not check out some Femdom and Domination stories  to satiate your desire for a sexy read?

Looking forward to your thoughts!

XOXO- Mistress Marilyn