It was a black sweater, a seemingly innocent article of clothing by most folks’ standards.
To me, it was something different.
It had buttons up the front, and the stretchy weave of the fibers made the sweater cling to my body, accentuating a tiny waist and a swelling of breasts as one’s eyes traveled upward.
Rather than just having a plunging v-neck at the top, it had ties that were made into a bow, falling gently over the eager cleavage. i desperately kept trying to keep that bow in place to cover up my ample bosom.
He saw me walking toward Him in the pub, my arms held close in front of my body, seeking something to shield me from eager eyes.
As the distance closed between us, i detected a note of dissatisfaction in His gaze. It must be the slutty nature of my top, my frantic mind surmised. I knew I should have worn something a bit more demure.
His fingers reached for the bow, as He tugged me toward Him with a bit more force than your average man would use. i braced my submissive heart for His disapproval.
An inquisitive index finger sought the warm, inviting spot between my breasts, and His touch enflamed me, despite my slight fear of what He was going to say. He stroked with insistence as He spoke firm words into my ear.
Babygirl…what are you doing, hiding? Don’t you know that these are Mine? And it pleases me to see them, to show you off?
His hands made quick work of that bow. Ties, then hanging down, became a sort of bridle, to be guided for His pleasure.
Always for His pleasure.
Rule 33: i must never be concerned when i feel too much of my flesh is showing, in private or in the general public – however, i can ask my Master for permission as to how to handle my discomfort.
