Bringing a shine to my latex dress

Once a month I attend a fetish club to enjoy the company of others with a similar passion. It is an opportunity for me to dress up in my finest clothes and strut like a peacock. Needless to say I draw the eyes of submissive men and find them keen to sit at my feet. There they hunger for an opportunity to serve and the possibility of a reward to make them swoon.

There are obvious ways in which they can be useful, buying drinks, guarding a handbag, polishing boots or massaging feet made sore by towering stilettos. In future I might test one by presenting my corseted back to improve the tension in the laces. A very lucky man might get used as a cushion for me to sit on (or is that a reward?!!).

Last month I decided it was time that my latex was polished and buffed. Into my handbag went a bottle of polish and a pair of laddered stockings to use for buffing. I zippered myself into the tightly encasing latex dress, pulled on the opera gloves, laced the boots and set out.

I rather like being a dominant woman in a fetish club. Whilst the breasts and thighs of submissive women are revealed for all to enjoy mine are merely hinted at. Milky white cleavage compressed by the latex is as tantalizing as the smooth fall of my buttocks reflecting light when they ripple with movement.

The latex dress works its magic, a request is made to touch it and my attendant is revealed to me. His hand is continuously drawn to the dress and his cold fingers conduct through the latex like ice against my flesh.

This is a man who can be put to work. I lead him to a suitable space and take the polishing kit out of my bag. As I prop myself against a bar he begins to spread polish around my shoulders and down my back. A luxurious feeling pervades my body. He is tender and solicitous as he coats the back of the dress and then begins to buff it. I tell him I want a good shine and make him work a little harder.

He lowered himself to his knees when he began to polish the front of the dress and suggested I place my hands on his shoulders for balance. This was clearly more for his benefit as it brought my cleavage into position directly opposite his eyes. An early reward for his efforts.

I turned away from him when he rose to polish the bodice. His hand reached around my body and began to slide over my breast. The cooling sensation of the polish peaked my nipple and as I squirmed against him he continued to tease it. He began to polish the other side and as that nipple reacted I pulled his other hand away from my body. Sensation in one nipple was enough.

He was reluctant to cease polishing and begin buffing and needed firm prompting. I faced him and watched as his hands swept across my body. Intense delight shone from his eyes and a smile kept tickling his lips. With a little forethought and preparation I had dealt him an evening of exquisite pleasure whilst meeting my need for a latex dress with a high shine.

lacey red panties for marty

On the second visit of Marty to my parlour for teasing and tormenting I chose to follow a similar format to the first time. This time he needed no prompting to strip and crawl into the room and kneel before me. I took my time circling him, pinching his rolls of skin and slapping his bottom. I casually leaned against his body and contemplated the pegs and ropes and the pair of bright red panties.

Marty is well behaved, his hands stay by his sides and he does not need to have them bound like billy does. Still I have very little opportunity to use the rope and build up knowledge of knots so I pulled his wrists behind him and encased them in a black shackle. The red panties went on his head. They were an inefficient blindfold but his eyes were hidden from me giving me the illusion that my movements were unobserved.

Marty carries extra weight, this makes it much easier for me to attach pegs. I struggle to attach pegs to the lean physique of billy, finding it very frustrating. With marty there is no problem and so he suffers as once again a dozen pegs are attached to his scrotum. I can run my fingers across their tops, flick each one in turn, even let the small suede flogger tickle them. His erection just strains harder and cum dribbles out.

I can't have that. In my bathroom cabinet I find a gauze bandage and bring it back to the parlour. With a degree of glee I wrap it around his cock to completely encase it and finish with a big bow. It looks very cute.

My hands are itching to give him a spanking and with no worries about being overheard I can give myself full rein. The pegs are removed one by one in an alternating pattern, the sounds he makes are reassuring and make me smile. He is told to follow me and led into the bedroom.

His wrist are untied and I tell him to position himself on the bed with his arse high in the air. It begs to be spanked and six fast slaps resound in the room. I give him some more until the cheeks are rosy and then step aside to pick up the hairbrush. I have some qualms about using it knowing how it marks but marty needs to be beaten and it is most suitable to replace my hand. I lay them on him in groups of six. It is not long before he is showing signs of difficulty, I put aside the hairbrush to pick up the belt. It is far more enjoyable for both of us.

All that spanking makes me very hot.

I bring my pussy close to his face knowing that he will enjoy watching me as my fingers slide against my clit until I come.

We both remained on the bed as my pulse returned to a slower rate and I was ready to continue. He was ordered back into the parlour and onto his knees. I stood and viewed him. His cock wrapped in the bandage still stood stiffly out and his head was comical with the red panty covering.

I unwound the bandage and softly stroked his cock, it bucked in my hand eager for release. Taking the red panties from his head I handed them to him. "Wank yourself with these, make sure they are filled with cum".

He took great delight in complying, the evidence is below.

80 years old and spanking fit

Spanking bottoms gives me a lot of pleasure but occasionally I like to be the recipient. I get antsy and look around for a willing spanker. A few days ago I had a very pleasant interlude with a kinky gentleman. He was a little coy about his age when he responded to my advert, letting me know that he was retired and asking if I would be happy to play with an older man. With an image of the older men that I dance with in my mind I had no hesitation in arranging to meet him

On the afternoon of our tryst I was introduced to an elderly devil with mischievous eyes who was now happy to tell me that he was 80years old. We sat for a while talking about our different kinks, each of us delighting in the revelations. Then he slapped my bottom, one firm swipe. "Do you like that?" "Oh Yes I do!" "Would you like me to spank you?" "Yes please"

He told me to strip and sat watching each item of clothing being shed from my body. Those bad, bad eyes considered me from my toes to my nipples.

If you have ever wondered whether life will hold good surprises for you once you reach your eightieth year let me tell you it may.

His face lit up with pleasure as the nipple rings were revealed and his fingers reached out to touch "I have always wanted to see these". He began to pull on them "will I hurt you if I do this?" "No" ( I didn't tell him he might give me an orgasm).

"Time for your spanking" I laid across him presenting my bottom to his right hand. He was an expert. With a firm fall and beautiful rhythm he spread a warm red glow across my cheeks. I wriggled and squirmed, murmured in my blissful state.

He stopped and a shaking finger probed the wetness around my pussy. "Do you want to come?" "Yes please" and I shimmied against his finger. He rubbed and pressed on my clit until he felt me tremble.

"You need another spanking"

Once more I presented my bottom to this 80 year old dominant for him to spank me, bringing further exquisite pleasure to us both.

This time when he finished his fingers slid into my cunt. "Do you have a g-spot?" "Yes" "Good lets make it come". Relentlessly his fingers swept across it drawing me closer and closer to orgasm until it happened. But he didn't stop, with laughter he continued fingering me until I was brought to screaming wetness again.

We laid down together with matching smiles but the devilish twinkle remained in his eyes. He grabbed the nipple rings again"If I do this will you orgasm?" "Yes" Now I knew for certain that he had a long kinky past well worth discovering. He completed the trifecta, pulling harder and harder on the rings as he grew more confident with their use. He watched as my breathing changed with approaching orgasm until I curled up in ecstasy.


Did he get to orgasm? Yes, my hand curled around his dick and he surprised me into laughter when it spurted into my palm. 80 years old and still spanking fit.

Christening my car

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of purchasing a new car. A small, sporty city run around. Being a tiny car I never gave thought to it being used for a sexual purpose. So I was rather surprised last night when sexual need flourished and I agreed to it's release.

At the close of a highly sexually charged evening I offered to drop a man back at his hotel, everyone present agreeing that no taxi would agree to a fare traveling the short distance he had to go. I led the way to my car and we began the short journey.

It was quite natural to discuss the events of the evening, he had come from interstate just to attend the party and had enjoyed all he had seen. That conversation led to the unexpected question he put to me as I pulled up in the hotel car park. "Would you let me have a wank in your car?"

"No it's new and you would make a mess"

"I promise I won't, I don't come anymore since I had surgery on my prostate"

He piqued my interest. "Let me pull into a darker parking spot"

I pulled up and switched off the car. " You can't touch me I am all touched out" I told him.

He released the seat and laid back, his pants unzipped and his cock in his right hand. "Keep talking about sex it makes me hard"

So I talked about big cocks and small cocks and the different orgasms they give me.

"Can you pull your dress up, let me see your thighs" So I sat in my car with my dress rucked up and my thighs visible above the lacy thigh highs I was wearing. "I wish I could touch your pussy" But he couldn't.

"Please hold my balls"

I thought about it momentarily and then reached over. He had a nice compact pair that fitted well in my palm. "Squeeze them hard" and he demonstrated what he meant on my forearm. He had found the right woman, my iron fist clenched around them. Bliss ricocheted through his body.


No mess - isn't that wonderful.