I like the aesthetic of black; it carries an edge of danger and power, absorbing all other colors into its mysterious depth.
Black stockings, black heels, black lingerie. I love the word 'lingerie'. It sounds so sensual rolling off my tongue. And it does the job of arousing you so effectively.
The black matches the leather cuffs around your wrists that are firmly locked behind your back, and the black of the leather leash attached to your cock. You shuffle on your knees to follow me around as I play with you, my toy. The glistening tip of your cock shows me that you enjoy this black accessory as well.
Maybe a bit too much, as your cock drips on the floor. The black crop lands a smack on your ass. The leather crop again makes contact as another drop drips, this time landing on my black heel.
You, my boy, have gone with red this evening—red knees, a red throbbing cock and most importantly, a red ass.
