I look in the mirror and see a completely different style than I was used to.
My lingerie drawers are full of delicate lace, satin straps, exquisitely beautiful daring bras and thongs, suspenders, delicate nylon stockings, shiny silk.
But this is different.
What I see is powerful, tough and very sexy.
A little kinky even.
My hands glide along the smooth black leather, feel the hard metal rings and buckles.
I see in the mirror how the Subjection Harness bra and the Subjection suspender by VoyeurX envelop, or rather reveal, my luscious forms.
How they accentuate my curves: my voluptuous buttocks, my scrumptious, plump breasts.
You're waiting in the living room for me to show you off my latest purchase.
You'll have to wait a little while longer.
I turn around again, look at my reflection.
I can see the tension in my long legs, from the high-heeled, slim-cut boots I'm wearing.
The leather straps that tighten around my thighs.
I don't wear a thong, naughtily show my pubic mound and labia.
Not exactly a subtle hint.
Smiling at my reflection, I decide it's time to show you how this looks on me.
Time to show you what I want.
When I enter the living room, swaying slowly on my high-heeled boots, I see you leaning back in the armchair and observing me.
In your hand you're holding a champagne coupe; a second one is fizzing in front of you on the low coffee table, poured to the brim.
You look very handsome, wearing only your tight jeans, your smooth naked torso.
In your gaze I see admiration and surprise.
Arousal.
Pure lust.
You're watching me, taking in how I move, how the leather bra and suspenders showing off my ambrosial body.
You can see my soft breasts, loosely rocking with every step I take in my high stiletto heels.
Your gaze glides down, past all my curves, my naked lower body, my full buttocks and long, shapely legs, and back up again.
I take a few more steps forward until I'm right in front of you.
I turn half way and slowly bend over, while you watch intently as my natural breasts plunge down.
I bend over further and further, bringing my right breast above the champagne coupe.
I carefully dip my nipple into the tingling, cool liquid.
I bend just a little deeper, the fullness of my boob makes the wide glass overflow.
Slowly I rise again, I turn to you and lean over you, let my boob fall above your mouth; a glistening droplet hangs from my hardened nipple.
A slight movement of my upper body and the droplet falls, moistening your lips.
Your mouth seeks the moisture, I feel your tongue, a shudder through my nipple, my whole breast.
I feel your lips, tasting, sucking, reveling.
Then all of a sudden you take all of my nipple in your mouth, and as much of my tender breast as you can.
I let out a moan of shock and excitement.
You are so greedy, impetuous.
Me, too.
I find the crotch of your tight jeans with my hand and impatiently unbutton it.
You are already quite big and hard; with my hand I make your manhood even more powerful.
I sit with both knees in the chair, on your lap.
Slowly lowering myself, guiding you with my hand, until I feel you all the way inside me.
I hold my breath for a moment: you are so big!
Slowly I start to move my lower body.
Leisurely, rocking and swiveling motions.
Your mouth enjoys my right breast even more forcefully now, your hand finds my sagging left breast and lifts it high.
Excitement sizzles all through my body, from my lower abdomen through to my stomach to the nipple of my right breast, all the way up to the top of my heated head.
We're relishing one another more and more wildly and passionately, until we lose control and both cry out, almost at the same time.
Your eyes are a little cloudy as you look at me, panting.
I myself also need to catch my breath; you see my fast rising and falling bosom.
Sitting there on your lap, I turn, reach for the half-full glass of champagne behind me.
I take a sip of the cool liquid, feel the tingle on my tongue.
I look straight at you, tilt the glass and slowly empty it over my left breast.
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