Plus I gag reflexively if I hold even half of him in my mouth.Plus I gag reflexively if I hold even half of him in my mouth. So anyway, last night I put on my black thong (under my chain), and some formal black heels. I made myself as stereotypically sexy as I could. I couldn't put pantyhose on with the chain and ankle cuffs, but I put body makeup and powder on my legs and behind, right up to the thong, to make my skin perfectly smooth and even. I fixed a great chicken dish with desert and fruit; I gave him the works. I even ate by myself earlier so I could wait on him hand and foot before and during the meal, pouring his wine, bringing the courses one at a time, everything I could think of from candle light and incense to little touches like brushing my breast against him while serving his food. Afterwards, dishes cleared, with him sitting on the sofa by the lit fireplace, I by his feet, I made my well-rehearsed pitch in that same artificial style that marks all our master/slave conversations. I guess it's role playing. "J, I have a favor to ask of you. Before I ask, I want to do something for you that I haven't been able to do before. |