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Archive name: slip.txt (Fdom/M, rom, bd, cd)
Authors name: blacklaceguy14 (blacklaceguy14@hotmail.com)
Story title : Slip Domination

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Slip Domination (Fdom/M, rom, bd, cd)
by blacklaceguy14 (blacklaceguy14@hotmail.com)

***

If like me, you have a passion for spike heels, 
stockings, fine lingerie, and above all else, slips as 
worn by women who like to exert control over men, then 
this story is for you. Based upon my own experience. 

***

As he came into room he saw her, sitting in front of the 
mirror brushing her long hair. In an instant he savoured 
the sight. The four inch spike heels arched her calves, 
the deep lace trim of her slinky black slip riding up 
over her crossed legs to reveal a hint of stocking top, 
her raised arms making her breasts taught against the 
black nylon lace. 

She looked good for her age. Younger women held no 
appeal for him. A woman who benefited from a few 
wrinkles, a less than perfect figure was his ideal.

Not a word was exchanged between them; they both knew 
why they had come to this anonymous hotel room. She 
turned and smiled, her eyes darting to the black slip 
matching lingerie that lay neatly on the bed. 

He could watch her brush her hair for all eternity. It 
was a simple daily act, but it somehow emphasised her 
elegance and natural sense of poise. At last she put the 
brush down, stood up and faced him. Their kiss was long 
and deep. She could feel his cock stir, growing larger 
and larger as she pressed her nylon sheathed body 
tightly against his.

At last her lips broke away from his. No time to waste. 
She reached down, unbuckling his belt then fumbling with 
his trouser zip, eventually peeling it down. 

As he slipped off his jacket, undid his tie and the 
buttons of his shirt he stared at the white mounds of 
her breasts, jiggling inside the slip as she sought to 
remove his trousers.

At last he stood naked in front of her, hands by his 
side passively and expectantly. She momentarily admired 
his smooth body, not a scrap of ugly body hair to be 
seen, his cock jutting out unashamedly before her, proud 
and erect. She reached down and, lifting the hem of her 
slip, encased the stiffness in the shinny material, 
running up and down its length. He twitched 
involuntarily and let out a little moan of pleasure.

Then without further ado she turned, sat down in front 
of the mirror once more and continued to brush her hair 
with an air of arrogance that only served to excite him. 
It was his cue to don the lingerie laid out on the bed.

Gingerly he reached for the stockings and slowly drawing 
each up his leg. He put on the deep and lacy suspender 
belt, hooking it behind him before attaching each of the 
six suspenders to the stockings. Then he slipped into 
the high-heeled shoes. Finally he stood up and slid the 
slip over his torso.

She had of course watched him in the mirror. Seeing him 
slowly get dressed in these very feminine garments never 
failed to arouse her. She could feel the moistness 
between her legs. He'd never worn make-up or a wig. One 
day perhaps. But in her eyes he looked very cute in 
lingerie, in spite of the very un-feminine bump at the 
front of his slip. 

The masculine power that he presented to the outside 
world had been dissolved in an instant. At this moment 
in time they might be considered equals. But of course 
they were not. In this room, it was she, who held the 
upper hand, not him and he knew it.

She stood up and came before him again and they 
embraced, their two nylon clad bodies slipping and 
sliding gently against each other as they kissed with 
increasing passion and urgency clutching each other's 
buttocks through the nylon.. She felt his manhood 
pressing through the nylon against her, the symbolic of 
the power of her mature sexuality and she felt the 
wetness between her legs start to dribble onto her 
uppermost inner thighs.

In the corner stood the full-length mirror. Breaking 
away from the embrace, she turned him so he now faced 
the mirror and could see for himself the feminine finery 
that he now stood in. She stood behind him, pressing 
against his buttocks. 

Nestling close and peering over his shoulder, her hands 
slid around him and, for a moment, caressed his hardness 
and his balls under the black nylon. He closed his eyes 
and moaned again. Then, slowly, she began to slide his 
pretty slip up over his thighs. Stocking tops revealed 
first, then white thigh before finally the organ that 
had so rudely protruded.

Feeling her press even harder against him, he opened his 
eyes once more and looked at his reflection in the 
mirror. He loved the way she played with him; she made 
him feel special like no other woman had ever managed to 
do before. One hand played with his balls, the other 
pulled gently on his foreskin, rolling it back to reveal 
the moist purple head contained within. 

Slowly and methodically she wanked him. She adored the 
sight of his erection, mesmerised by this symbol of his 
passion for her now delightfully framed by the stockings 
and suspenders.

She stopped playing with him the moment his breathing 
began to quicken. Oh no, he wasn't going to come just 
yet, that would be far too easy. He would have to earn 
his release.

She went and sat on the chair and crossed her legs with 
an arousing coldness in her eyes. Kneeling before her, 
he knew what he had to do. In turn and for several 
minutes he sucked, kissed and caressed one her stiletto 
heels. The other spike pressed hard into his cock and 
balls. 

Slowly he placed butterfly kisses up the length of her 
shins and on to her knees. She stood up. On all fours he 
continued the gentle rain of kisses slowly upwards to 
the hem of her slip. She raised it a little to reveal 
her stocking tops, higher and higher, his lips never far 
behind.

Then he saw the object of his desire. Clasping her naked 
buttocks for support, he continued upwards. Now he could 
smell her. As the aroma of her passion assailed his 
nostrils so it renewed the hardness below.

"You may kiss me," was all she said.

She parted her legs a little while his tongue slowly and 
lightly ran the length of her crack. He felt her 
shudder. Now he could actually taste her passion. Again 
he ran the length of her dripping cunt, letting his 
tongue slid deeper into her this time. As so he 
continued. Slowly but purposefully, anxious to show his 
unquestioned devotion to that very special and secret 
place.

She looked down on her feminised lover, her slip now 
partially covering his head, then turned her head to 
look at their combined reflection in the full-length 
mirror. She felt powerful, in control, the boss. In this 
state she knew he would do anything she asked. 

Other women took afternoon tea with their friends, 
memories of wet and very aroused pussies long since 
gone, but not her. She knew the power of her sex, she 
craved the power of her sex and would continue to 
exploit it with her devoted lover for many years to 
come.

If she let it, the rhythmic licking down below would 
make her come. So she grabbed a handful of his hair and 
pulled him away. Now bent over, resting her hands on the 
dressing table, she presented her backside for his 
attention. Kneeling behind his love, he slowly raised 
the hem of her slip up and over her smooth and rounded 
buttocks. For a moment he pressed his face against her 
cheeks, before turning his attention to them properly.

He tenderly kissed the ample mounds of flesh then let 
his tongue slide up and down the length of the crack. 
Parting the cheeks with his hands, he pushed closer. He 
had smelt her now, as his tongue found the crinkled 
rosette of her anus, so he was at last able to taste 
that most intimate part of her body. Then he pushed his 
tongue deep inside as far as it would go.

Head covered by the deep lace trim of slip, she enjoyed 
the sight of him in the mirror, bobbing up and down, 
paying homage to her asshole, savouring the wet tickling 
sensation she felt as he endeavoured to go further and 
further inside her with his eager tongue.

Tiring of the attention she suddenly she moved away, 
reached for the dildo that lay on the dressing table and 
gestured to the bed. He rose to his feet, went to the 
bed and lay face up making no attempt to hide his 
rampant organ beneath the lace of his slip. She climbed 
over him, positioning herself directly over his face. He 
watched silently as she began to rhythmically to slid 
the glistening dildo in and out of her vagina, knowing 
he could look but mustn't touch.

Eventually she gave him his reward. Slowly extracting 
the device from deep within her, she smeared her 
moistness onto the lace of her hem then held it against 
his nose, letting him smell her before teasing his lips 
with the dildo so letting him taste her. But now it was 
his turn for the dildo.

She turned so that she now sat over his face, her slip 
forming a tent over his entire head and her vagina hard 
against his face to the point of near suffocation. 
Pulling his slip back to reveal all that lay underneath, 
without instruction from her, he raised and parted his 
legs and she saw him twitch slightly as she applied the 
lubricant, then felt him visibly wince under her as she 
inserted the dildo, that had only a moment ago been 
inside herself, deep into his ass.

Feeling the dildo penetrate him, his nose enveloped in 
the flesh of her buttocks, he gasped for air in the 
darkness of her slip. The smell of the garment, of her 
and the sensation that pervaded his ass was sufficient 
to make him come there and then, but he knew he dare 
not.

As she slid the object in and out of him, so she encased 
his stiffness, gently rubbing him with the nylon of his 
own slip.

Giving a final and deep push to ensure the dildo was 
deep enough to remain inside him, she got up and climbed 
onto his organ, letting it slid deep into her. He lay 
passively, eyes closed, a serene expression on his face 
that was wet and smeared with her cum.

Slowly gyrating on his cock, with one hand she reached 
behind, pulled down the hem of her slip and began 
caressing his balls. With the other she pressed the 
front of her slip to her clitoris, masturbating herself 
on the lace. Only when she felt the spasm of his 
release, hot white spunk ejaculating deep inside her, 
did she arch her back and with breasts jutting out 
against their nylon encasement, rub harder with the lace 
trim of her slip and succumb to the power of her own 
orgasm.

END

FEEDBACK WELCOMED, ESPECIALLY FROM LADIES WHO LOVE FINE 
LINGERIE AND WHO LIKE TO BE IN CONTROL.

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