“”Hello, I’m calling about the BDSM trial… My size is 38, 33, 35. Mumm… Mummm… Oh Ohh yes! That will be great… Okay, see you around four” as my finger slipped down to the red phone icon. “Now that I have something to dress for” pausing as I surveyed my wardrobe. “It’s not everyday that the On the Bedroom with Jax has something like this” as my eyes drifted over the fabric of my clothes. Pulling things from their hangers, snatching things from their drawers and finally looking at my small collection of shoes. “Mmm Mmmm, these will do nicely” as I bent down to retrieve my sex inch stilettos.
Stepping out of the closet and cracking a smile. “Now you’ve caught me” my hand traced to my forehead as I feinted in appearance. “That guy on the other end of the line” the more I thought about his deep sexy voice the more I wanted to touch myself. “Alas I cannot for this is going against the one prerequisite, ‘No sexual contact allowed’ butt that is okay it’s not like I have a dude staying here with me.”
Sliding on my panties, a small see through black triangle, a string of pearls and a short black string that made up the rest of the lacy black ruffle that stretched around my waist. Strapping my bra under my tits, then pulling it up till each breast rested in the under cup. Adjusting till everything felt perfect. Looking at my matching bra and panties in the mirror with that guy’s strong voice still turning me on.
My outfit was a simple button up the front black mesh top. The darker opaque fabric was only on the row of buttons that ended by encircling my neck. The feel of the fabric, the lay of the buttons, the exposure to my tits just made my nipples hard. “He never said…” as I rolled my nipples in between my fingers. The feeling that I got, the urge to cum so hard! The realization that this test pays 4000 sexton made me quit.
Looking at the skirt that I chose. Holding it up, watching the light as it passed through its mixed sides, “Denim and lace” I dreamed as I latched the copper button through the hole. Looking down at my legs, following them up to my knees. “No touching” I reminded myself quickly snapping back my hands that were hovering over my inner knees.
Sliding on each stocking. Pulling it tight against my upper thigh. Letting the fine fishnet material accent my leg. “If I don’t qualify for this, this BDSM test I will…” my gaze halted by my reflection. About seeing that pearl chain as it played with my pussy in the most innocent of ways.
Standing, looking in the mirror to be sure that everything was in place and perfect. My shirt lay uncrumpled as my tits thrust from the fabric. “Mmm, even have my left nipple pierced” as I played with the hoop. My skirt split right down the front exposing my barely covered pussy, “Got to give some mystery to the watchers” butt the shifting, the way those pearl beads raked against my clit… Shutting that out of my mind as my eyes followed my leg down to my stiletto.
Leaving my hair down, curling my bangs and putting a few ringlets in my hair to add effect. “If I did not know any better I would swear that I was cheating on myself with that woman.” The clock struck 12 before I scampered from my apartment. Remembering the distance to get to Easygate city… Remembering the VibraTrain that I would have to use! “Shit this is going to be tough” mumbling under my breath as I left my attachment lying on the table. “You can do this, no sexual contact… that includes vibrators and this test is only for 24 hours” I shuttered as I closed the door.” Read more »