looked like they wouldn't hold together for more than a
few wears. The material was thin and cheap, but the prices were high.
It tickled me that
he had given in to my request to teach me more about the lifestyle.
In all honesty, I hadn't expected him to say yes, but I had hoped. He
was easily enough to manipulate, as most men were, with a giggle and
a smile. Chet had been the only man able to resist my feminine wiles,
and that had come back to bite me in the ass. While I had always
wanted a dominant man in my life, I quickly learned that I also
needed a pliable one. The unbending kind weren't fun at all.
“ What
about this one?” I asked, pulling a package off the shelf and
holding it up to Micah. The woman on the cover was wearing a
high-waist corset skirt with a white blouse beneath. It was sexy, but
not too revealing.
“ It
looks nice, almost teacherish.” He glanced at the model on the
cover and then at me, perhaps imagining what I'd look like in the
outfit.
“ I
was thinking more sexy secretary.”
“ Or
that.” His eyes trailed across the line of costumes, but he
didn't seem particularly interested in any of them.
“ Help
me pick something out,” I told him as I placed the costume back
on the rack.
“ You're
the one who is going to be wearing it.”
“ I
don't like being so covered up. How about this?” I asked,
holding up a package that contained a PVC basque with matching lace
panties. The basque laced up the front and had cute PVC ruffles
lining the top of the bust. It was both extremely revealing and sexy.
Micah's face lit up
when he looked at it, and a smirk played across his lips.
“ You
like?” I waggled my eyebrows at him, making him laugh.
“ You'd
look gorgeous in it,” he admitted, “but it screams sub.”
“ Fuck
it. I love it. I'm buying it. My money. My rules.”
“ Fine
by me.” He threw his hands up in surrender, the smile never
leaving his face.
Buying the outfit
defeated the purpose of trying to look dominant, but I figured that
all I really needed to dominate men was my sexual prowess. We would
know soon enough.
When we got back to
my apartment, I sat Micah down on the sofa while I went into my
bedroom to try the new outfit on. It looked every bit as good on me
as I had imagined, though my boobs were larger than the models, so I
ended up with bitchin' cleavage.
Even though the
costume looked amazingly sexy, I couldn't help but be a bit
disappointed in myself for buying it. Micah had a real problem with
people deviating from the traditional lifestyle, and the outfit
definitely was not traditional Mistress to him. Would he not be able
to take me seriously in it? I guessed I would just have to try ten
times harder on my act to make him see that I could be a good
Mistress. And even if it didn't work out, at least I had a new piece
of lingerie to enjoy.
I spent a few
minutes curling my hair and fixing my makeup before deciding it was
time for the big reveal. For some reason, I felt oddly nervous
exposing myself to Micah. Maybe it was because I was concerned about
his critical thinking. Perhaps it was because I knew what his
expectations were. I'd be presenting myself to him half naked, and
he'd already proven to be sexually responsive just from being around
me. Would doing this just be an invitation for him?
You're in
control, I reminded myself. That's what being a Mistress is
about. Things will happen the way you want them to, or they won't
happen at all. You'll have to make him understand that.
I took a deep breath
and approaching my bedroom door. The plan had been to walk out with
confidence in my step, but instead, I ended up peaking around the
corner like a timid little mouse. Micah was hunched over on the sofa
with his head hanging low, staring at the carpet. It gave me a good
opportunity to rally up my confidence before coming around the
corner.
“ What
do you think?” I asked, pointing at myself with both hands.
His gaze turned to
me, and he straightened
few wears. The material was thin and cheap, but the prices were high.
It tickled me that
he had given in to my request to teach me more about the lifestyle.
In all honesty, I hadn't expected him to say yes, but I had hoped. He
was easily enough to manipulate, as most men were, with a giggle and
a smile. Chet had been the only man able to resist my feminine wiles,
and that had come back to bite me in the ass. While I had always
wanted a dominant man in my life, I quickly learned that I also
needed a pliable one. The unbending kind weren't fun at all.
“ What
about this one?” I asked, pulling a package off the shelf and
holding it up to Micah. The woman on the cover was wearing a
high-waist corset skirt with a white blouse beneath. It was sexy, but
not too revealing.
“ It
looks nice, almost teacherish.” He glanced at the model on the
cover and then at me, perhaps imagining what I'd look like in the
outfit.
“ I
was thinking more sexy secretary.”
“ Or
that.” His eyes trailed across the line of costumes, but he
didn't seem particularly interested in any of them.
“ Help
me pick something out,” I told him as I placed the costume back
on the rack.
“ You're
the one who is going to be wearing it.”
“ I
don't like being so covered up. How about this?” I asked,
holding up a package that contained a PVC basque with matching lace
panties. The basque laced up the front and had cute PVC ruffles
lining the top of the bust. It was both extremely revealing and sexy.
Micah's face lit up
when he looked at it, and a smirk played across his lips.
“ You
like?” I waggled my eyebrows at him, making him laugh.
“ You'd
look gorgeous in it,” he admitted, “but it screams sub.”
“ Fuck
it. I love it. I'm buying it. My money. My rules.”
“ Fine
by me.” He threw his hands up in surrender, the smile never
leaving his face.
Buying the outfit
defeated the purpose of trying to look dominant, but I figured that
all I really needed to dominate men was my sexual prowess. We would
know soon enough.
When we got back to
my apartment, I sat Micah down on the sofa while I went into my
bedroom to try the new outfit on. It looked every bit as good on me
as I had imagined, though my boobs were larger than the models, so I
ended up with bitchin' cleavage.
Even though the
costume looked amazingly sexy, I couldn't help but be a bit
disappointed in myself for buying it. Micah had a real problem with
people deviating from the traditional lifestyle, and the outfit
definitely was not traditional Mistress to him. Would he not be able
to take me seriously in it? I guessed I would just have to try ten
times harder on my act to make him see that I could be a good
Mistress. And even if it didn't work out, at least I had a new piece
of lingerie to enjoy.
I spent a few
minutes curling my hair and fixing my makeup before deciding it was
time for the big reveal. For some reason, I felt oddly nervous
exposing myself to Micah. Maybe it was because I was concerned about
his critical thinking. Perhaps it was because I knew what his
expectations were. I'd be presenting myself to him half naked, and
he'd already proven to be sexually responsive just from being around
me. Would doing this just be an invitation for him?
You're in
control, I reminded myself. That's what being a Mistress is
about. Things will happen the way you want them to, or they won't
happen at all. You'll have to make him understand that.
I took a deep breath
and approaching my bedroom door. The plan had been to walk out with
confidence in my step, but instead, I ended up peaking around the
corner like a timid little mouse. Micah was hunched over on the sofa
with his head hanging low, staring at the carpet. It gave me a good
opportunity to rally up my confidence before coming around the
corner.
“ What
do you think?” I asked, pointing at myself with both hands.
His gaze turned to
me, and he straightened
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