.. becomes a reality.
We stopped beside a piece of roadwork signage—on a traffic island where cars slowed for a temporary traffic light
“Bend,” Mistress commanded.
I obeyed and my dress slid up and around my waist, leaving my pink g string , and delicate metal cage visible under my hot pink skirt and between my awkwardly spread thighs.
I looked down nervously at my pink heels as I heard traffic pausing at the light and then A wolf whistle. A thrill ran up my spine, as I felt a deep blush of humiliation tinged with arousal flush up my body as the rosy dizzy heat tingled in my face and made me feel giddy
I heard Mistress’ boots clack on the paving slabs as she stepped closer . She leaned in until her lips almost brushed the shell of my ear.
“Now be a good girl and hold that position… A photographer friend likes to take this bike path home and said she’d love to take some shots of you for her instagram , it’s only a small account, she only has a few thousand followers.. all of who are women ”
You’ve thought about it. for weeks, maybe years. The stockings. The heels. The
surrender of it all.
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