Sub4You

Dinner at the restaurant had been good. The food great, the wine perfect. As the evening wore on things became more intimate. Your stocking covered foot would ride up and down my leg, teasing me with a promise of more to come. When the taxi came I could not help but admire as you bent forwards to get inside. Your red silk wrap around dress clinging nicely to your body, your sexy legs clothed in nude stockings with a slight sheen, the hint of a lacy top where the dress parted across your thigh. As I settled on the seat next to you your hand rested high up on the inside of my thigh. I put my arm around you and you snuggled in and we kissed. We held back aware of the driver in the front, not wanting to give him a show. ...

Author's Note: A follow up to ‘Your pleasure’ - how it really happened rather than the fantasy. Posting the story on the website had been a gamble. Even more of a gamble had been sending a link to the story to Ali’s email. We had been married for several years enjoying each other on a frequent basis, but I had always had this deep down desire to put myself at her mercy and be tied up. We had chatted about it a few times and had a couple of attempts at tying each other up but nothing much had come of it. I thought that perhaps the best way of getting my fantasy to be a reality was to write it down. ...