Double Trouble with Lady Lorelei
Updated: Jan 30, 2019
A subby voyeur with a hosiery fetish, Mike, returned requesting to see me with another dominant female. So I chose my sexy slim feline friend Lady Lorelei to accompany me....
After a long period of wrier’s block I feel once again able to restart my blog. I’ve never had a lack of sexual mojo, but my creative flow had been out of action for about a year. But MY, the juices are once again flowing!
So let’s start with today’s exploits. One of my regular clients, a subby voyeur with a hosiery fetish, Mike, returned requesting to see me with another dominant female. So I chose my sexy slim feline friend Lady Lorelei to accompany me on this booking.
We started out at a bustling Cafe Nero in the City of London at 11am, where Mike was already seated. My companion and I were dressed elegantly, in dresses that were smart enough to fit in with the City girls in the coffee bar, but with slits in them so this elegance had a provocative and revealing edge to it. Under the dresses we were wearing stockings with suspenders belts, mine champagne and Lady Lorelei’s black. Some ankle boots completed the look. Lady Lorelei and I sat down with our cups of camomile tea on a table close to Mike’s (who didn’t acknowledge us). The two Ladies with our teas(e).
We began to chat while casually lifting up our dresses slightly to reveal the tops of our stockings and give Mike a glimpse of our suspender straps. Some leaning across the table ensued, when we showed some of our generous breasts, delicately tugging on the fabric close to our cleavages. Mike was quietly mesmerised in a personal frenzy of lust as we teased him beyond levels of human tolerance. When we started attracting the attention of other cafe-goers, Lady Lorelei and I decided it was a good time to leave, and sashay our way through the City to my nearby apartment. Mike followed closely, but unobtrusively, behind.
When we arrived at my apartment, it was playtime! A roleplay began. Naughty Mike had been caught rifling through his Step-Mum Phoenix’s knicker drawer, so she and Aunty Lorelei were there to reprimand him in a memorable manner. We ordered him to strip. Surprise surprise! Mike was already clad in his Step-Mum’s silky knickers and hold-ups! And had a big, fat hard-on in there (which had probably been like that for quite some time). What a bad boy. A thorough inspection of Mike’s body ensued before I pinned him to the bed while LL cuffed his wrists. We tied his cock and balls up with a hair and and gave them a damn good slapping, squealing with delight as Mike’s partially suppressed cries echoed out. Nipple torture was applied, with our sorry subject taking the punishment well, albeit with a quivering lower lip at times. But once the painful part was over, Step-Mum and Aunty’s sexual needs simply had to be attended to!
LL clambered onto Mike’s face while I mounted his cock, and we both gyrated away, pleasuring ourselves on his eager body. After LL had come to a shuddering orgasm, we swapped places, LL in reverse cowgirl position, while it was my turn to do the face-sitting. Mike’s tongue enthusiastically led me also to come, my juices spilling and smearing all over his face.
We then led Mike to my ensure bathroom
for the final act. I commanded Mike to jerk off to my instruction. He was to ejaculate on the count of thirty. I began counting out the lower numbers, sometimes articulating them very slowly, followed by a string of very fast numbers, which panicked Mike. So as I continued to count on, LL and myself placated Mike with a three-way kiss. On the stroke of thirty, Mike’s spunk spurted out in gushing torrents. But the punishment was not complete! I took over wanking Mike’s cock and kept on pulling it vigorously post-ejaculation until Mike could take no more. We ordered him to get dressed and sent him on his way.
I somehow think Mike has not fully learned his lesson this time...this was his FIFTH punishment, but he just keeps coming back for more. Until then, he’ll just have to make do with the secret stash of lingerie at the back of his wardrobe (which we gifted him with one more memento for).