Becoming Her Bitch

One night after a mind blowing orgasm, she had leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "Lick me."

I had just come in her but I've never been squeamish. And it actually turned me on. So I had dropped down and begin to gingerly lick the outside of her pussy. "Lay down on your back," she had said. I did. She mounted me fast and contracted her pussy muscles squeezing my own load into my mouth. "Now lick it you little slut," she had commanded.

The authority in her voice had struck a chord and I ate her till my jaw hurt that night. After she had come a couple of times, she dropped off of my chest and snuggled up next to me. "That was fun," she cooed. "So you'll eat your own cum... I wonder what else you'll do for me?"

"What do you want," I had asked.

"Go to sleep," she said. "We'll worry about that later."

Later came the following weekend. I knew something was up when I walked in. She was wearing a bathrobe but had something on underneath. She had kissed me deeply but kept my hands pinned to my sides. "Such long pretty hair," she said as she ran her fingers through my waist length hair. "I want you to do something for me. Will you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked.

"Just say you'll do it."

"Fine." I had learned that when she wanted something, it was just easier to give in. Besides, how bad could it be?

She smiled and led me into the bedroom. On the bed were a very large set of 5" stiletto heels, a pair of white stay up thigh highs and some matching frilly panties. "I want you to wear these tonight."

I picked up the thigh highs and the feeling of the material against my hand gave me an instant erection. Her hand snaked down the outside of my pants to rub my stiffening cock through the material. "Me thinks you like, yes?"

"Soooo..." I stammered. "What are we gonna do if I put these on?"