Every gentleman coming for a session with me has a predilection towards sensual, tactile encounters, where the primary senses being stimulated are touch and sight. Many share my own sensory disposition towards stroking and caressing, especially when I’m feeling the particularly soft, smooth sensations that running a hand over satin or nylon can bring. I happen to have a huge collection of satin reflecting my tastes in this area, mainly satin blouses of every imaginable colour, but also skirts, gloves, dresses, a gown, a trouser suit, even shoes and boots! I remarked to one of my Mistress friends that we ladies are spoilt with the array of satin clothing that is available for us to slip into, whereas men have to experience it vicariously through us…but then I met a gentleman who proved me wrong…
I opened my hotel room to a friendly gentleman in a trenchcoat with a large hold-all, the contents of which I was curious about. But when his trenchcoat was removed, there was a surprise in store for me: his entire suit was made of satin! His shirt, tie, jacket and trousers all looked shiny and sleek enough to run my hands all over (which I did of course!). Needless to say, I was already resplendent in some of my favourite silky garments: a turquoise pussy bow blouse, black pencil skirt, long black satin gloves, plus a black leather waspie, nylon fully fashioned stockings and heels. I could feel Mr Satin hardening under his smooth trousers, but first things first: the hold-all!
Mr Satin perused his bag and firstly brought out a wrapped gift for me, which I excitedly opened. It was a red Hawes and Curtis pussy bow blouse! One that was missing in my vast collection until now too! But what else was in there? Something bulky! Mr Satin pulled out something to really make our session the ultimate satin addict’s dream: red satin sheets and pillowcases! He did a quick job of adorning the white hotel standard bedding in these silky fabrics…and transformed the experience for us!
We slipped and slid passionately amongst those satin sheets, kissing each other deeply and running our hands over whatever we touched. Everything looked and felt so sumptuous! The feel of hard nipples emerging through my blouse as my arousal heightened synchronised with the erection growing inside the silky trousers. The trousers didn’t last long on. Neither did my bra. Before long, we were down to our underwear, made of course from the same lavish material as everything else! I kept my satin gloves on along with my satin panties, bra, garter belt and nylons as my hands delved into satin boxers, removing them in an instant to reveal a hard cock that was leaking copiously (although there’s something seriously sexy about a precummy damp patch through satin!).
I parted my panties to the side and used my gloved hands to steer Mr Satin’s cock towards my pussy. I mounted his cock and made sure that he could feel the satin rubbing against his cock as well as my tight velvety pussy. I moaned as he thrust deep inside me while I stroked him all over, with him feeling the satin gloves all over his torso and the nylon stockings pressing against his legs. This is what satin dreams are made of! The sheer tactility of the experience drew us closer and closer to orgasm…and I came first…but I wanted Mr Satin to experience even more.
After dismounting him, I put on my burgundy satin gown and started to rub his cock with everything satin that I could get my hands on: the sheets, my gown, my gloves. I started to edge Mr Satin using all of the silky powers I had. What more could possibly drive a satin fetishist to a shuddering silky orgasm! I felt the warm wet sensation of his explosive cum shot spreading through the palms of my satin gloves. He had completely been consumed by satin.
