Catherine's Girl

I reached for my cock but knew I must finish dressing first. Vainly trying to step into her shoes, I carried them over to the couch facing the large mirror and sat down. I managed to squeeze my feet into her pumps. I've read that some women purposefully wear shoes too tight to stay aroused. It worked for me! When I stood up, the elevation of her heels tightened my leg muscles and accelerated the eroticism coursing through me, from my Goddess's shoes to my groin.

"Pumps," I specified aloud. Turning my back to the mirror, I pumped myself, no longer able to resist. Catherine the Great's clothes were physical vestiges of her essence. Glancing over my shoulder at the mirror, I realized not even a wig and industrial-strength makeup would have made me pretty, so I trained my eyes on the shiny-clad butt bobbing to the rhythm of a concealed hand stroking under a dress and girdle. The reflection resembled a woman fingering herself—lousy shape, but what a sexy dress!

Lust intoxicated me. The surge kept escalating until the magic of Her Majesty rushed from her clothes through me and shot cum repeatedly into her other gift, the condom.

Mrs. Roman swung open the door while I squeezed out the last dribble of jism. "Even my clothes enslave you, Princess." Her voice was thick and her face flushed. Her long-sleeved, highly-polished latex dress accentuated her body even more dramatically. She wore a mid-length black latex glove on her left hand and held the other glove. Her naked right hand glistened.

I fell on my knees, face down. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Knowing you'd worn those clothes overpowered me."

She walked over and stood before me, patting me on the head. Her fingers felt damp. "You are weak, Princess, but obedient. You may wear my clothes any time I tell you to."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Her bitchy way of voicing a command like a favor sent perverse, erotic chills down my spine. Her figurative grip on my testicles was insufficient; she must twist them, too. And I craved even her symbolic touch so desperately I complied with whatever she wanted.