Some of mine I could keep this up for a long time

[Sir_Russell]

Today's Posts,

she_screams, I wish I had those lovely ladies all posing for me but I would be dead by now.

A few of them I took and I am not telling which ones.

Sorry for the lack of posts but someone trashed my DSL account took us 2 weeks to fix it all.

I have to admit even now that it has been hard to finish the last history, I really cared for her till she began to lie to me. Even at my age or should I say experience it is hard to have to end it with one you love. Right now I am still working on healing from losing morgan. I have more histories some still unwritten.




Inside the house I put you down in a chair. I squeeze your breasts hard to remind you that I own that lovely body and can do with it as I see fit. As all ways these reminders seem to only make you smile more and grow with pride of being mine. I decide that we will order dinner in, and that I have a small humiliation in mind for you but a joy for me to watch unfold.

As I unlock you I instruct you to go bath then dress for me in your green suede corset, with matching sheer stockings. The corset I have selected is cut so that the bottom of your breast is lifted but the nipples are left exposed, good lord you’re a vision of delight in it. I also request that you wear a g-string panty that is of black velvet along with your platform highest heels all set off by a sheer emerald green peignoir. I tell you I want you to makeup as if we were going out clubbing.

I spend time deciding on what meals to order in and wish I knew the area’s delivery staff better. I pick an Italian restaurant that I know of, call them to order a salmon and shrimp, pasta, antipasto and a selection of wine a merlot and an astis for desert. I offer them double for delivery at 8:30 complete with plates and glasses and cloth napkins.

I bath after you are finished with yours and then I dress in a white silk shirt, black dress slacks and a red velvet smoking jacket. I know that you love these on me, and being a jeans kinda guy, this is done in respect to you.

I sit in the large overstuffed chair and allow you to sit on a pillow at my feet. The room is filled Wagner’s Flight of the Valkries and lite by candles. I send you for your leather cuffs and when you return with them I place them on your wrists and ankles, locked closed by tiny padlocks. I place a leather posture collar on your neck and have you stand and turn for inspection. I whistle and you tell me I must be blind. This all ways confuses me, how could one so lovely not believe it.

I tell her that she will answer the door and direct the delivery person to place the meal on the table under her direction. She starts to beg me not to make her do that and I reply that she is to watch the delivery person to see what impact she has on the person. She asks me what if it is a girl that delivers, I tell her watch and see the effect, and that I want a full report on what she saw over dinner.

I have her seat in my lap giving us a happy pastime with exchanges of kisses and fondling. I still sense that she is apprehensive about her task so I grab a handful of hair and force her head back. I kiss her lips; tongue explores her mouth while my hand grips her throat. She knows that the symbol of my taking her throat in my hand or my teeth is the offering of her life, complete submission. This has all ways caused her to thrill, even knowing that I will never do her that kind of harm.

A car pulls up the drive and the sound of a door being slammed shut alerts us to the delivery of the meal. My love leaves me to go open the door. I wish I could have been somewhere that I could have watched the reaction of delivery boy when confronted with such a lovely vision. I could hear the bottles and plates rattle so I can tell he has spotted her. He enters a youth of 18 to 20 or so; first he can’t take his eyes off of her but then realizes that he has duties to perform.

I sit in darkness watching how hard it is for him to tend to his duties and each time she moves his eyes quickly dart to her. He can’t find his voice but when she leads him to the dining room he follows like a horny puppy dog. While setting the table she moved and the peignoir opens enough to show your breasts to the stunned young man. We lost a bottle of wine at that point he missed the table by a foot. It is at this point that I rise and walk toward him; poor bastard is so lost between embarrassment and lust that he seems incapable of doing anything.

I clear my throat and the lad jumps. I tell him we can finish this without any further service and hand him a generous tip. I walk him to the door amused by his efforts to watch you and walk at the same time.