The car slows as the driver pulls to the curb.  I look out the window, smiling.  We have stopped in front of my favorite lingerie store.  The mannequins in the windows were donned in silks and lace.  The driver opened the door and you got out, holding out a hand for me.  I lifted my wrists, which were bound together with a wide red ribbon.  I look up at you, pleading with my eyes for help.  I dare not speak a word.

You smirk and brace my arm as you help me rise from the sleek black limo.  The long black leather trench coat is knotted at my waist but I can still feel the coolness of the wind dancing on my bare skin, hidden from the world by the coat. 

The tiny gold rings piercing through my nipples brush against the fabric as I move, making them puckered up.  My eyes flutter gently as I resist the pleasure.  I know that this is not why we are here. I smile to myself.  I must have been very good to warrant an outing.

You hook your arm in with mine as we talk to the store.  You keep your finger hooked in the ribbon around my wrists.  It is tied in a pretty bow and I know I could easily remove it if I wanted...but that is not what I want because it is not what you want.  You open the door and I enter, my head bowed slightly.  I can see the plush red carpet on teh floor and racks of lacy and silkiness.

My hair falls over my face as I start to breath heavier, getting excited about the lingerie.  You pull the ribbon sharply, bringing me back to my place. 

"Pay attention or we go empty handed,"­ you whisper roughly.  I nod, your voice sending chills along my spine and tickling me up inside.  You moan a soft agreement, knowing the sound drives me wild.  You can see my chest rising and falling, pushing against the coat.

"Can I help you," a woman asks, looking at us from behind her counter.  You shake your head.

"Just looking, thank you," you say, walking quickly to a rack sporting corsets.  The woman doesn't even bat an eye went she watches me follow quickly, my wrists bound tightly. 

You hold up a emerald green corset with sparkling hooks.  I look, trying to not let hope enter my eyes.

"Imagine how this would look on you.  Pulling your waist in so tight you can barely breathe,"­ he whispers.  I feel myself pulling my stomach in, almost as if I already have the masterpiece on. 

"It would push your hips down, and push your beautiful breasts up for everyone to see," you say, running your long fingers over the material.  I stand up a little taller, pushing my breasts out, groaning softly at the rings.

"Let's try this one, shall we," you say to yourself, picking up a package of black thigh highs and some other items, many with silver buckles and hooks.  I swallowed loudly but walked quickly behind him, my high heels sinking into the carpet, making me wobble slightly. 

"Take those off," you say, turning back to watch me.  I hesitate, looking at my wrists and back to you.  You smile and move your hand through the air as if to say ," go ahead."­  I lean forward, the leather bunching up around my stomach.  The clerk watched on, a sadistic smirk on her face.  They knew what was going to happen, as did I.  Luckily the carpet was thick and my face wasn't that far from it when gravity took over.

My face was pressed into the plushness, my leather clad ass stuck up in the air.  I could feel the breeze of the AC hitting my wet pussy.  It caused goosebumps to form all over my thighs, making my lips draw in tight.  The light glared off the gold ring that adorned my hood. 

I spun around on my ass and started to unbuckle the straps that criss crossed my ankles.  It was slow work, having my hands tied together, doing such tedious work.  You stare, leaning on the counter, brushing your fingers lightly on the clerk's forearm.  You know I have a jealous streak and seeing that makes me mad.  I know I can not do anything about it though.  I hold in my anger, pulling the shoes off finally and rising off the floor, pushing with my knees. 

"Come on," you say, walking away from the counter, briskly.  I walk slowly, my wrists out in front of me, as if you are pulling an invisible red leash. You smile as I get closer, holding the dressing room door open.  I hesitate, seeing the red velvet curtain on the other side of the small room.

"This is a special dressing room," you say, looping your finger in the ribbon and tugging me in.  I look over at the clerk who is talking quickly on the phone.  I have a feeling something is up, something exciting. You close the door behind me and turn around, toward the curtain.  It has a wall size mirror.  I see myself, my bruised lips, the red ribbon contrasting with the black leather.  My hair is tousled and looks like I have already had sex. 

You stand behind me, turning me to face the mirror.  You slowly unknot the belt, untying the red ribbon.   You let it flutter to the floor.  It dances like a butterfly.  You pull the coat off and  I see my body in the mirror. The gold rings reflect nidely, my tight pink nipples puckered and hard.  My eyes trace over my body, trailing down my stomach.  A thin gold chain encircled it and goes between my legs, hooking into the ring there.  If i move too fast, it tugs and pulls so nicely.   I lick my lips slowly, rubbing my wrists.  There are reddish indents around them from the ribbon.  I already miss the feeling of it.  You reach around and grab my cheeks, squeezing my face tightly.

"You see yourself?  You look like a slut, you know that," you whisper.  I can feel the heat of your mouth warm on my ear.

"I am a slut," I say, my eyes dropping.  You reach down, cupping my breasts.  You thumb the rings gently, tugging a little.  My eyes close and my knees shake.  The harder you pull, the closer I get to buckling.

"Do not come.  You do not have my permission, slut," you say, dropping your hands.  I know I have done something wrong.  I reacted without permission.  I watch you in the mirror as you pickup the corset and bring in front of me.  You wrap it around and hook it in the back.  I hold my arms out, as if I am a ballet dancer.  You reach around and lift my breasts out of the top.

"Hope you are ready for this," you say, lacing me up quickly, your fingers talented at your work.  I stare at my reflection, staring into my own eyes.  I gasp as you start to tighten, feeling my ribs being pulled in and my hips pushed down.  I brace my arms out, locking my elbows as you pull tighter.  I watch in amazement as my waist shrinks before my eyes.  My breasts rise higher with each sharp tug from you.

"Mmm, much better,"­ you say, wrapping your fingers around my waist, "Now turn around slowly."­  I start turning, running my hands over the silky material, fingering the clasps and ties. 

"Turn,"­ you bark loudly.  I turn, smiling gently, looking in the mirror as I meet my eyes again in the mirror.  I watch you bunch the thigh highs up in your hand, much like a woman would.  You know how to do it so well. You grab my ankle and lift it, sliding the stocking up over my foot, over my ankle. 

I feel your fingers press into my calf muscle, pressing up as you keep sliding the silk up.  You pull it up my thigh, running your fingers higher still.  You straighten the lace out, fingering the bows absent mindedly.  I am looking down at you, smiling as you slide the other stocking on.  You stay at my feet, running your hands over the silkiness.  A shiver runs up your spine as you feel the smoothness.

You lean forward, kissing my tummy, a meer inch above my pussy.  I gasp, my hips jerking forward.  You dig your nails into my ass cheeks.  I moan, pushing my ass out into your hands.  You start licking my stomach, twirling small circles on my skin.  I brace my head, breathing heavily.

"Watch me in the mirror,"­ you mumble again my skin, nipping and biting at me.  I raise my eyes, staring at myself.  My mouth drops as your tongue strikes against the gold ring, locking your teeth around it.  You tug slightly, making me shake slightly.I moan loudly.  You suck on the ring, tonguing my clit.  You can taste my sweetness, can smell the aroma of my pussy.  I feel you sliding two fingers into me, wiggling them a little as you bury them deep in my juices.  I close my eyes, falling in the sensations when I hear a loud knock.

My eyes fly open, looking around.  It sounded as if it was in the room with us. You look up, looking behind you at the mirror. 

"What's­ going on," I whisper, staring at you looking in the mirror.  You look at me and smile.  You stand up and reach behind me, flicking a switch.  The lights go off in the dressing room and the mirror goes clear.  I see people watching in another room, many in the middle of jerking off, touching themselves.  My mouth drops and a small sob comes out.  You turn the light back off and the mirror reappears.   I keep staring, knowing there are people watching me, wanting me.

"On your knees,"­ you say, pushing gently on my shoulders.  I get to my knees, staring at the invisible people in the mirror.  I know they are watching.  I watch as you unzip your pants and pull out your hard dick.  My eyes flicker back to the mirror, wondering how they close they are, what hey are doing.

I open my mouth, expected you to thrust into it but you surprise me you start rubbing the smooth head on my breasts, pushed up so high and proud above the corset. You reach into your pocket and pull out a small bottle of KY oil and starts dripping is slowly onto my breasts.  I watch each oily drop splat on my breasts, sliding into the fleshy crevice.  I close my eyes as you start dripping the oil faster.  A knock from the mirror jars me back.  I look to the mirror, smiling, licking my lips slowly.

You put the bottle back into your pocket and start rubbing your dick over the slickness.  I press my breasts together, making the slit tighter for you.  As the head peeks out from between my mounds, I stick my tongue out, flicking against it quickly.  I stare at the mirror, watching your ass clench with each thrust.  I know the people behind the mirror are watching too, feeling each thrust as I feel it.

I press my lips together, kissing the head each time it appears.  You groan, using the top of my head to brace yourself. I start moaning loudly, loving how your hard dick feels between my soft breasts.

"Do it baby," I whisper, looking up at you, my eyes sparkling.  I press them together more, feeling your dick sliding so easily in and out.  I stare at our reflection, tracing the lines of your body.  I have seen those lines without clothing and know exactly what your muscles are doing.

You start tugging gently at the gold rings with one hand, for you reach both with me pressing my breasts together.  I groan from deep within, it leaving my mouth like some animal sound.

You thrust faster, really giving my oiled up breasts hell.  You open your eyes, looking down at me.  I see you smile, moving your hand from my head.  You point the splash of freckles across my chest, laughing.

"That's­ where I'm gonna come baby," you growl.  I bite my lips, licking them.  Oh I want you to come on chest so badly, to mix your hot come with the oil, to cover the freckles with your paint.  I want so badly for you to be please with me.

You reach behind me, pulling my head with your hand, your other hand pulling at your dick.  I watch you in the mirror, knowing the closer you get, the closer they get.  I can feel their unseen eyes, their invisible hands on us.  I see the precum starting to appear.  I keep my eyes trained on the unseen audience and watch as you cover my chest, my breasts with your thick, warm come.

I let out a soft sigh as I watch you.  A small smile is on my face, knowing I did what you wanted.  I stay on my knees, running my fingers through the sticky come as you wipe off and get everything back where it goes.  You look down at me and smile as I take one come covered finger and run it into my mouth, slowly pulling it out, while connecting my eyes with yours. I know when we get home we will have more fun, so much more.