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Queen in the streets….
I pursued her. I saw everything I wanted in her, and knew her to be worthy of my every effort. I charmed her, seduced her. All who see us are witness to my treatment of her as a queen; none were blind to the respect, love, and adoration I feel for her and display to her. Her beauty had me mesmerized. Just seeing her smile ignites my heart. The way she tilts her head and looks at me through the top of her eyes, the smirk she has when we joke together, everything about her infatuates me. But, when we get behind closed doors…
Don’t ask questions… just be there.
“I’ll be there.” That was all the text said, but I knew it meant. Before I left this morning I slipped a hotel key card into her purse. It had a sticky note on it with the room number, the time, and the words “Be prepared to obey”. We had no communication the rest of the day, until I left work and got close to the hotel. “Be naked and kneeling in front of the bed” I sent her. Sure enough, as I entered the room she was naked, kneeling on a big pillow in front of the bed. “Good girl.” I told her. She didn’t move from her position as I came up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders, bent down and kissed her on the top of her head. I grabbed the black scarf I had stowed in my bag this morning, and blindfolded her with it. She smiled, loving this little game we were playing. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” I told her, “you are not to move unless I direct you to. Is that understood?” She nodded slowly in agreement. With the bathroom door open I could see her in the mirror from the shower. To her credit she stayed still, patiently waiting for me to come out and use her as my plaything. I turned off the water, dried off in the steamy bathroom, then stepped into the cool air of the room.
Assertive to Submissive
“Remove your clothes.” I told her as I sat in an overstuffed chair in the corner of the room. She began unbuttoning her blouse, “Slowly” I said, “tease me a little.” She smiled and popped the buttons one by one, keeping her eyes on mine. At almost 5’10”, and with 4 inch heels on, she looked incredibly statuesque. Thick, wavy, dark hair framed her tan face. Dark, smoldering eyes locked on me as I surveyed her. She licked her plump, full lips seductively as she smiled at me. Normally assertive and in charge, she said she wanted to relinquish control. She wanted to follow instead of lead, she wanted to be dominated and made to surrender. With her blouse now open she let it slip from her shoulders. She turned away from me and slowly slid the zipper down on the back of her skirt. She looked over her shoulder at me as she gently tugged the skirt down and let it fall to the floor.
A Roman Adventure
It wasn’t the restraints that were uncomfortable, but the floor was really cold on my bare feet. When Tori said she wanted to do some roll playing, I really didn’t think this was what she meant.
What really started was the Starz original series; Spartacus: Blood and Sand. Roman Empire, gladiators, corruption, betrayal, sex, and really nobody wears a lot of clothes. In other words a little something for everyone. Actually it’s a really well done series, but I digress. We’ve been married for years, and sex has been great but not exactly adventurous. So when she suggested roll play I was all for it. She told me that she wanted to play the roll of the mistress, or Domina as they say in the show. She wanted me to be her slave, her gladiator, to with as she pleased. As a former athlete in his 40s, I was just happy she still thought of me as gladiator in any form LOL. She did tell me there would be some bondage involved, but she didn’t want to give me too many details. I trust her completely, so there was no issue with this. This was her fantasy, and seeing how excited she was getting about it made me want to do anything to make it come true. What I wasn’t quire prepared for were the lengths she was going to go to make this fantasy a reality.
The Hottest Stripper: An Old Friend
Some years ago I used to go to one particular strip club pretty regularly. I didn’t have a favorite dancer or anything, just not much else to do at the time. Work got busy and I wasn’t able to go for about 6 months. When I finally got around to going again, it was on a Tuesday night, and it was pretty dead in the club. I sat at a table directly in front of the stage but against the back wall and there was a bar between. This offered a great view of the dancers because the table and stools were elevated. A few dancers through I hear the DJ announce Kennedy coming to the stage. The song Cry Little Sister from the 80s movie The Lost Boys starts playing, and a tall slender redhead steps onto the stage. Kennedy is about 5’7”, I’m bad at judging weight but there is no fat on her. She’s toned and tight and looks amazing, with bright green eyes that are just piercing. She leans against the pole facing me and brings her hand up to her hair and slowly slides it down her face, trailing her finger tips across her lips seductively. Her hand proceeds down over her bra which covered lovely B cup titties with eraser sized nipples, down her flat stomach, and onto the front of her g string where she cups herself ever so slightly.
The Business Trip
The music pumped loudly as I sat nursing my drink. Every time I come to these conferences there’s always one vendor that wants to throw the “hip” party at some trendy club… watching these middle-aged white guys gyrating like they’re having fits was hilarious, but getting boring. I was about to say my goodbyes when I saw her… did she come out of the back behind the bar? She must work here or something. Petite and slender, jet black hair with alabaster skin decorated with some magnificent ink, she is gorgeous. Did she just look at me? She did, and smiled. Smile back stupid! Man this girl is hot. She definitely works here, she’s giving instructions to one of the bartenders. She looked again! God she is sexy, wearing a tight vest and jeans, strappy heels showing off pretty toes, every eye in the room is on her.