| Straight: BDSM: Some Enchanted Evening (1/7) |
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Our night started out with Him taking me out for a very nice dinner at one the finest places in town. We were both dressed to the nines with our best clothes on: me in a strapless little black dress and great shoes with my diamond collar, and Him in a tux. Damn, He looked so handsome like that. I was very proud to be out with Him looking so good and I thought that it would be a special evening. We ordered a great meal and laughed, kissed and flirted all the way through dinner. I love spending time with Him like that. It would seem to the average person that walked past that we were just a romantic couple out for a night on the town. But little did they know what brewed deep down inside. The fine establishment had everything, including a jazz band on the weekends and a dance floor. It was nice to have to dinner listening to some nice music that created a very distinct mood and ambiance. We finished our meal, including the cheesecake for dessert, and were having an after dinner drink when He asked me if I would like to dance. "I would be honored, babe. I would love to dance with you." But before we went out on the dance floor, He told me to remove my thong first. He gave me the option of taking off right there at the table or going to the ladies room to remove them. I smiled at Him, knowing that it would please Him the most if I took them off right there at the table. Still smiling at Him, I discreetly put my hands up the hem of my dress in search of the waistband of my thong. I continued to smile at Him. I thought now He knew what I was doing. I pulled them down over my hips and down my legs, reaching down under the table like I had dropped my napkin. I straightened up with my thong in a ball in my hand; I leaned over and kissed Him sweetly. He took my panties from me and discreetly lifted them up so He could smell them. Inhaling deeply, He smiled at me. He already knew that my thong would be wet and full of my scent. He took me by the hand and led me out onto the dance floor. He picked out a nice slow song. Hmm, wonder what He had in mind? We danced oh so close together; after all that's what makes slow dances so special. We gently kissed and showed each other affection, but nothing too over the top. He whispered in my ear as we danced how hot I looked tonight and how much He wanted me. His hands slid down from their position on my lower back to my ass. He gently held my ass, more of a caress than a grope at first, but then that soon changed. I felt the back of my already short dress being pulled upward by His hands underneath my skirt. I tensed up against Him, feeling very unsure, and wondered how much of my bare ass was exposed to the others on the dance floor. He whispered in my ear, "It’s ok, baby. Just relax." I relaxed again. He always knew how to make me feel safe and secure no matter where we were or |
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