mother.
Violet roses. Hmmm.
There’s a crisp envelope made of heavy paper next to the blooms. Reflexively, I pick the flowers up using both hands and inhale the delicate fragrance. Then I replace them on the bed and slide a card out of the envelope.
“Violet. For enchantment. Because you have enchanted me.”
I smile to myself. The next line causes a more mixed reaction.
“Open the top drawer of your bedside cabinet,” it instructs, “and put on the pearl G-string.”
I put the card back down on the bed and hesitate. The pearl G-string.
When I picked it up earlier, it seemed as though it would be an uncomfortable thing to wear.
Slowly, I pull open the top drawer and take it out. I hold up the panties thoughtfully, letting the perfect pearls hang down in a line. They’re larger than I might imagine would be a good choice for the area they’re designed to fit.
Then something else occurs to me. The second drawer is for underwear. The third drawer is for what I would refer to as bondage items. The top drawer is filled with sex toys.
Does this mean these panties are some kind of sex toy?
I stare at them thoughtfully. The pearls seem to go around a little further than where the buttock line would end. Do they go underneath as well?
I pause for a moment before deciding that there’s only one way to find out.
I slide off my panties and tug on the G-string under my denim skirt.
Oh!
I was right about one thing. The pearls fit right around, underneath. And they’re far from uncomfortable. The silken spheres gently press against me, with a subtle tantalising pressure.
I’m still adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of the pearls when my phone rings.
I move to answer it and the pearls slide over me, sending a pulse of pleasure through my body.
Wow! It feels as though I’m being softly stroked.
I pick up the phone and click to answer.
“Are you wearing it?” the question comes deep and low.
“I… Um. Yes. Is that any way to greet a girl on the phone?” I add, collecting myself.
I hear him laugh.
“Probably not. But as I remember, I’m still owed a favour from you, Ms. Green. You took your punishment for running off into that alley beautifully. But, we still have the little matter of your mistrust.”
“My mistrust?” Combined with the pearls, the sound of his voice is sending lightning bolts of lust through me.
“You assumed I had checked into rehab,” he reminds me.
“An easy mistake to make,” I counter.
“Oh no, Isabella. You’re not getting off that lightly. How are you finding the pearls?”
“They’re… having an effect,” I admit.
“You’ll find that effect will be greatly pronounced when you move around,” he says.
“I’ve already discovered that,” I agree, “when I answered the phone to you.”
He gives another deep chuckle. “Oh, Isabella. You haven’t discovered the half of it.” He pauses for a moment. “The thought of you wearing those pearls… It’s already had a strong enough effect on me. You can’t expect me to show you any mercy.”
Desire for him sweeps through me.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
“Cross over the bedroom,” he says, “and open the wardrobe.”
I do as he asks, and the pearls work over me like expert fingers.
I’m weak at the knees as I open the wardrobe door.
Inside I see he has slid a single violet rose into one of the dresses.
“Can you see the dress?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Take it out.”
I reach into the wardrobe and take out a black clinging dress. It looks short.
“You want me to wear it?” I guess.
“Correct.”
“With the pearls underneath?”
“Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”
“It looks short ,” I protest. “You’re not planning on taking me out anywhere in this dress, are you?”
“That is exactly what I’m planning. And I might remind you that your earlier lack of faith in me calls for your obedience. Now put the dress on, before I come inside and spank you with
Violet roses. Hmmm.
There’s a crisp envelope made of heavy paper next to the blooms. Reflexively, I pick the flowers up using both hands and inhale the delicate fragrance. Then I replace them on the bed and slide a card out of the envelope.
“Violet. For enchantment. Because you have enchanted me.”
I smile to myself. The next line causes a more mixed reaction.
“Open the top drawer of your bedside cabinet,” it instructs, “and put on the pearl G-string.”
I put the card back down on the bed and hesitate. The pearl G-string.
When I picked it up earlier, it seemed as though it would be an uncomfortable thing to wear.
Slowly, I pull open the top drawer and take it out. I hold up the panties thoughtfully, letting the perfect pearls hang down in a line. They’re larger than I might imagine would be a good choice for the area they’re designed to fit.
Then something else occurs to me. The second drawer is for underwear. The third drawer is for what I would refer to as bondage items. The top drawer is filled with sex toys.
Does this mean these panties are some kind of sex toy?
I stare at them thoughtfully. The pearls seem to go around a little further than where the buttock line would end. Do they go underneath as well?
I pause for a moment before deciding that there’s only one way to find out.
I slide off my panties and tug on the G-string under my denim skirt.
Oh!
I was right about one thing. The pearls fit right around, underneath. And they’re far from uncomfortable. The silken spheres gently press against me, with a subtle tantalising pressure.
I’m still adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of the pearls when my phone rings.
I move to answer it and the pearls slide over me, sending a pulse of pleasure through my body.
Wow! It feels as though I’m being softly stroked.
I pick up the phone and click to answer.
“Are you wearing it?” the question comes deep and low.
“I… Um. Yes. Is that any way to greet a girl on the phone?” I add, collecting myself.
I hear him laugh.
“Probably not. But as I remember, I’m still owed a favour from you, Ms. Green. You took your punishment for running off into that alley beautifully. But, we still have the little matter of your mistrust.”
“My mistrust?” Combined with the pearls, the sound of his voice is sending lightning bolts of lust through me.
“You assumed I had checked into rehab,” he reminds me.
“An easy mistake to make,” I counter.
“Oh no, Isabella. You’re not getting off that lightly. How are you finding the pearls?”
“They’re… having an effect,” I admit.
“You’ll find that effect will be greatly pronounced when you move around,” he says.
“I’ve already discovered that,” I agree, “when I answered the phone to you.”
He gives another deep chuckle. “Oh, Isabella. You haven’t discovered the half of it.” He pauses for a moment. “The thought of you wearing those pearls… It’s already had a strong enough effect on me. You can’t expect me to show you any mercy.”
Desire for him sweeps through me.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
“Cross over the bedroom,” he says, “and open the wardrobe.”
I do as he asks, and the pearls work over me like expert fingers.
I’m weak at the knees as I open the wardrobe door.
Inside I see he has slid a single violet rose into one of the dresses.
“Can you see the dress?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Take it out.”
I reach into the wardrobe and take out a black clinging dress. It looks short.
“You want me to wear it?” I guess.
“Correct.”
“With the pearls underneath?”
“Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”
“It looks short ,” I protest. “You’re not planning on taking me out anywhere in this dress, are you?”
“That is exactly what I’m planning. And I might remind you that your earlier lack of faith in me calls for your obedience. Now put the dress on, before I come inside and spank you with
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