Throughout the two hour performance her hand rested on his thigh. Gently caressing… stroking… squeezing… drifting seductively toward its perceived target at an agonizingly slow pace… only to stop… retreat… then begin all over again.
Although never once did he feel her touch where he ached to feel it most, the tantalizing nearness was more than enough for her to accomplish her objective. By the evening’s end her date’s leg was trembling adorably, his face was flushed and feverish, and his needy cock that longed for her touch strained uncomfortably and obviously within his pants.
When the house lights came back up she smirked at the oh so noticeable outline of his confined, swollen erection… the damp spots on the fabric revealing the need she had built up within him over the course of the evening.
Tracing her fingertips softly along the warmth of his flushed cheek she murmured, “You feel warm, sweetie…. everything ok?”
He nodded his head, swallowing hard then in an unsteady voice assuring her he was fine.
“Did you enjoy the show?,” she asked innocently.
“Very much,” he replied, though to be honest he’d been so distracted it was unlikely he had much recollection of it at all.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she made eye contact with him, then cast her gaze downward to his lap, making it clear to him that she was not only well aware of his plight, but also amused by it. She laughed softly as his face blushed even more, a soft, barely audible sound of distress coming from him.
Leaning closer she touched her lips to his ear, whispering to him huskily. “If I can do that to you without so much as a touch…. imagine the condition I’ll have you in once I take you home and have my way with you.”
His face reddened even more and his swollen cock pulsed in his pants as he softly moaned, “Oh god….”
Smiling wickedly, she took his hand in hers and purred, “C'mon baby, let’s go. You’re coming with me….. it’s time for the second act of the evening to begin.”
“Not a bad start to a first date” she thought as she unlocked the front door and entered the hall. The door fell shut behind him and she could tell from the look on his face he felt out of his depth.
He knew of her preference for submissive men, he identified as such, but where did they go from here? A bead of sweat tricked down his forehead while he contemplated his next move.
She placed her hand lightly on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast, and whispered “It is time you greeted the Lady of the house properly”.
He swallowed hard as he sunk to his knees on the hard cold tiles and bent forward to kiss her stiletto heel, unable to believe his luck. Would he be allowed to take her shoes off for her? Would she let him lick her soles, suck her toes, admire her pretty feet? Those feet he had been secretly ogling all evening in her open toed high heels. The thought drove him wild.
By the time they had had a glass of wine and she had “casually” placed her feet in his lap, he was putty in her hands
