“Would it be bad if I wore a really short dress?”
It was an amusing question. Right now, the plan was to meet up at the beach. Her only wardrobe demands were that she wear some sort of skirt or dress so that we could test out some clothespins for her pussy. Ideally, I wanted to find that nice grip and size so that she could walk around with them clamped to her, spreading her out with every step.
I warned her that it might be a bit breezy, but I really, really didn’t mind. If the wind pushed her dress up, I’d enjoy her being exposed as the dirty little slut she was. And if it was a tight skirt that was too short, I’d make sure she had reasons to bend over.
I suppose you could call this our second date? Only we’re not dating, we’re training her to be a good little fucktoy.
We had a lot of fun during our first session. In some ways, I suppose I shouldn’t just assume that someone had fun with me. But with this particular slut, she was so giddy over my write-up that she was sending excerpts of it to friends. I really enjoyed this, knowing that a group chat of women were critiquing both my writing and my ability to fuck this cute slut’s mouth.