You have made me do this before but this is the first time you have invited guests to watch.
You have had me perform in front of them before. You like to show me off. They know what my body looks like, they know what my orgasm sounds like. They’ve heard me beg. Seen me writhing at my limits but this particular act is new to them.
You edged and teased me until I was feverish under your touch and ready to agree to anything. I reached the brink faster with them watching.
Now you have me take off my red silk dress. It sticks between my legs as I slide it down, evidence of what your skilled handling has done to me. You did not allow me underwear this week so as the dress slides to the ground all I have on is the black silk bow around my throat and the ballet pumps on my feet.
The cool early evening air feels like a carress across my skin. Just the act of undressing and exposing myself makes me want to beg for relief.