0 comments/ 26702 views/ 2 favorites Sweetness This One's Also For You Ch. 01 By: tall_dark_sinister This story takes up where my 1st story, ("Sweetness, This One's For You,") leaves off. To all those who read the first, enjoyed it and asked for continuation...here begins the continuing saga of "conversion." To start the 1st story, I introduced myself, explained who "Sweetness" is, and explained my intent. For those who missed my first story, I repeat that introduction in this 2nd submission, If you have missed my first story, I urge you to go back to it to understand what is transpiring between then and now. For those who read my first story, I apologize for repeating the intro. NOTE: Literotica has that story classified as (H). This one (in its entirety, all chapters), is even hotter! INTRODUCTION: My name is Michael! I write for women. For those that are sexually bored, sadly underappreciated in their roles as partner, girlfriend, wife and mother, or frightfully inhibited but hiding a secret insatiable fantasy side...I write for those women that yearn to be in the grasp of sinister men that are mysterious, successful, powerful, erotic...dangerous! Men who are strong and confident enough to take them away...who are strong and confident enough to take what they want. And in this story, that man wants YOU, and wants to take you away in fantasy. You are Sweetness! If you yearn to be the trophy on the arm of a man that fits that description....I write for you and to you I say.... Ahhhh my little pet...so you want to play with "Fire" do you? You are my "delicacy"....to be savored!!!!!!!! Well my dear you've professed your agreement to my rules of play...and I am conjuring up all sorts of delightful "deeds." You first play rule is this... Recall the significance of the slave collar? Well, to hide your fantasy secrets and take one step back from that level of submission, let us symbolically substitute a silk choker for the collar. You have less than one week to purchase one...a black or red silk choker...nothing fancy...for it is only symbolic. Symbolic to me and symbolic to you. Whenever I write for you...you'll know in advance...but as you begin to read, you must be wearing your silk choker that signifies to us both my possession of you and that you agree to submit to whatever naughty, nasty schemes I've cooked up for you! Know this however...I have no desire to hurt you but I have every desire to soothe, satisfy and excite you!! When I give you a directive...you'll occasionally be inclined to simply pretend to comply...DON'T!!! That would only lesson your own excitement level...and my entire being is centered around raising your excitement level...around stimulating your mind as well as your body! I know you! You don't want to live day-to-day with that sameness...with that dullness...with that shyness...with that inhibition. No, you are hiding too much woman for that boring existence! You need to live on the edge. Your psyche (which you try to hide), is in actuality, truly erotic...uninhibited...and insatiable. I know that and so do you! I am VERY perceptive my dear. Should I suspect that you are pretending to comply....let us just say DON'T! You've met your match...and I intend to push your buttons!! I own your sweet ass. Your soaking wet, shivering pussy is no longer yours. Now it is MINE. You are mine. To do with as I please! You may play with "Sweet men" in real life...but I'll be the devil incarnate that you so desperately desire for your fantasy life...creating a livable balance. Oh Yes...you may play the prim and proper, innocent in real life...but you and I know that two animals lurk within you. One is an erotic, sleek, mysterious, panther with an insatiable appetite for passion, mystery, excitement, pleasure and lust. The other is a kitten-like creature with an unbridled submissive desire eager to give yourself over to strength, power and excitement! And I am the persuasive power...the sinister purpose that is your gateway to those ends. Be prepared!!!! And be compliant! Do you dare? Hmmmm, I'm lastly imagining your hard, little pink nipples. I'll bet you enjoy having them licked into submission...licked and sucked until you arch your back and groan uncontrollably! Pinched lightly, pleasurably painful but delectably stimulating. Well my dear envision that scene throughout your day. The mind is an incredible thing. Use it...let your imagination run wild my dear. The choker my dear...DON'T forget...NEVER forget its significance! Now, read on if you dare. I'll start off slowly, but rest assured, the intensity will build to a final, shattering "climax!" Enjoy, Sweetness. After our initial rendezvous, an entire week passes in which I neither attend work, nor contact you. Your mind races frantically fearing the rendezvous you found so exciting may not have fully pleased me. Each day when my office remains unattended your despair grows greater and greater. The intrigue that surrounds my interests and occupation remains a mystery to all and a frustration to you. More rumors of my secret mystery-side swirl around the office and amongst you and your friends even as you try to hide the fact that you've given you've hungrily and submissively given your mind, body and soul to me... You consider slipping a note under my office door, or leaving a message on my voice mail or e-mail system, but although disappointed and eager for a return engagement, you decide otherwise...deciding to wait out this new example of my secretive, shadowy nature. But just when you begin to disappointedly believe you've been abandoned, the following message pops up in your e-maisl. "Sweetness...you need to know that timid women are the best...they leave much to the imagination, and strong men have the confidence to draw them out. And the pleasure, the excitement, the goal and the objective is to find them...and is to convert them in the secrecy of a strong trusting attraction. To convert them into uninhibited, erotic, lusting, frothy, foaming, submitting, beautiful, intensely erotic, passion and pleasure seeking-cum drenchable, cock craving playmates! The fact that you obediently followed most of my erotic directions, (with the continued exception of failing to go pantiless on my order); the fact that although frightened, you visited my house when invited, (predominantly dressed as I ordered); the fact that you let your inhibitions seep from your timid and subdued psyche while in my presence that evening; and the fact that you were ultimately overcome by your lusting, craving, yearning mind and body tells me that you may truly be convertible. When you let your inhibitions down, you are excitable and exciting. You are so publicly "kittenish." Yet you wish to be so secretly uninhibited and "erotic." I love it my dear...from now on you shall be "Sweetness," my possession. We shall take this further, and when we do I will once again take you, in no uncertain terms...roughly, fast and furious; hard and ravenous....possessively, passionately and dominantly! But before I do, you must complete my next naughty task, designed to prove your obedience while also arousing your secret, cravings. Have you the desire to be my obedient, submissive, cock craving, cum devouring Slave of love? Make me proud my dear! Tonight, after dark, alone and dreaming of me and of your secret desire to be possessed, you are to disrobe...remove every last stitch of clothing from that luxurious body. Then shower and shave that pussy which I now own, and which you merely safe-keep for me. Next, dress in your tallest naughty heels...and nothing else, 'cept for a neck choker or necklace. The necklace my dear signifies your submission to me. The heels signify your naughty desires... ...then my dear...naked and dripping wet from anticipation, your naughty heels clicking on the floor, and your nipples throbbing,...you are to rush to your bedroom and turn off all the lights. Then, obediently and submissively stand before your bedroom window, with curtain closed. Close your eyes, draw a deep breath and activate your imagination. In your mind's vision, see your lips around my long, hard cock...taste me in your mind. Activate all your senses my dear! Hear my sultry, dominant voice urging you on. Run your tongue over your soft, moist lips and imagine the manly taste of my firm flesh. Imagine you deeply sucking me in and out...imagine my tongue on your clit at the same time...imagine me bringing you to the edge of an erotic uninhibited, dynamic, explosive orgasm...my tongue on your delicate clit and my hands kneading your firm, ripe breasts and bullet hard nipples... ...and when the vision of my jerking cock exploding into your warm, willing mouth and onto your creamy lips comes into your minds eye...when the sensation of my tongue probing the fleshy folds of your drooling womanhood begins to make your knees buckle...then and only then, swiftly open your window shade for one brief moment....count to 10 while you expose yourself to the unseeing outside world! At the count of ten, close the shade....fall to your knees and shout your submission to me. Get down on your Knees, Sweetness! Place your head down....down onto the plush carpet...then raise your sweet, edible ass high in the air and spread your long sultry legs...then my dear, I give you my permission to pleasure yourself intensely...pleasure yourself for me...and while thinking of me, pleasure your pussy...which I now own but that you merely carry and safe-keep for me...make it drip, make it quiver, make it yearn...make it explode over your fingers. When spent, suck them dry! Enjoy being my possession...for I enjoy your ongoing conversion. You will be my cock craving, cum-drenched, trophy my dear. And soon! I savor your flavor and it is Sweetness! Michael!" Days, later, still no sight of me, you slip the following note under my office door. Michael, Where are you? It's been so difficult...nerve racking to say the least, not to know when (or even if) we will meet again. i pray we will and soon, but realize that my pleasure now rests in your hands...no other can satisfy this woman now! Are you teaching me patience? i feel not teased, but tortured. My body yearns, and my mind follows but feels an even greater despair! i must tell you the thoughts that race through my anxious mind. i yearn to keep them secret, as i am usually quite restrained, but alas, let me just bare my soul to the man I crave and desire... You don't speak much in person adding to your air of dark and foreboding mystery, so each time you said something to me at work, especially when you used my name, it would send a sharp shiver that would end up in my dripping pussy. i always envisioned me as your prize possession. i admit it made me even more turned on, just imagining you whispering naughty words into my innocent ears. i was so flattered when you invited me to your home, and so thrilled to meekly submit to your every directive and desire.*blush* (Well, most every directive and desire...i promise to do better if you will allow me). Michael! You are too generous with your compliments for me and i feel so unworthy...i am so very glad that i am able to please you, and hope i can continue to do so. Not merely because i want to please you, but also because i want your attentions and to be ordered to my knees, and cum like i did during our rendezvous and after reading your e-mail and obeying your commands. As i read the e-mail, i tried not to touch myself at all, which was so very hard. Just reading the first few paragraphs...the anticipation of unknown things to come, had me squirming already. i felt my body obeying your words. Oh Michael...i'm so excited (though a little nervous too!) Your comments about what a strong man can do to a timid woman sent a shiver down my spine. It sounds so very erotic....to be uninhibited and seeking passion, submitting to your desires...but at the same time it sounds almost shocking too. To be considered convertible by you...what does that mean? It sounds so deliciously naughty, but a bit scary too. i AM excitable, and i'm simultaneously too demure to want to break propriety by showing it, but at the same time i want nothing less than to burst forth in oozing sexuality. The thought of being possessed by a dangerous and unpredictable man like you makes my pussy clench vainly as I now constantly feel an overwhelming urge to be CRAMMED full, to be so roughly FUCKED. i was so excited at your commands; i could hear them and feel the emphatic tone of utter dominance, and it of course made me even hotter. i'm a really shy person and i blushed at the thought of being so wantonly exposed in all my desires, but i couldn't help wanting that sexual craving to be fulfilled. i felt a spark of naughtiness and was horribly embarrassed, yet also flattered and turned on, when you ordered me to expose myself and when i unbelievably complied! Expose myself, yes, i did. Feeling the pent-up sexual tension, i wanted so desperately to obey and needed to cum from the combination of excitement, fright, (yes fright), and the vision of you, (us) in my mind! My God Michael, it felt soooo good! i was so excited after, that i was scrambling to get down on my knees and was knocking over things in the process. i sunk to my knees as my hands went straight for my clit, which was already swollen and moist. i nearly groaned audibly in relief, as i slowly lowered my head, laying my cheek against the ground, very conscious of my ass high up in the air as you ordered. i wiggled my ass in slow circles as my hands furiously worked away at my crotch. i was plunging fingers in and out of my soaked pussy, (your pussy now), pressing and rubbing the slick walls inside, mashing and pulling at my tender clit causing me to gasp at the intensity of all my feelings, and before long i started climbing towards the inevitable, getting more and more excited, and then i reached an INCREDIBLE orgasm as my hips bucked violently, my body falling over on my side as i continued to spasm and moan. Oh, yes Michael. i sucked my long, lithe, cum soaked fingers dry, just as you ordered, imagining that i was sucking our mingled cum from your long rigid cock after i rode you to orgasm. i got so caught up in my erotic excitement that i wanted to send you a phone message. But my tigerish, ferociously sexy side seeking to express my heightened excitement was suppressed. I hung up, squirming bashfully as I reverted to the reluctant kitten, while still incredulous at my bold act. Now I feel myself turning pink, partially in embarrassment at letting these carnal feelings come through and voicing them to you...but I'm also flushing with excitement. Embarrassment, mortification, pleasure, and a little bit of pain too...it's all swirling together tumultuously in my mind, seeping into my body and adding to my raging desire. Now i find myself wanting, needing, begging for even more, growing more and more horny! Growing bolder, yet seeking to demonstrate both my submissiveness and my heretofore hidden cravings for your cock! *blush* i always blush with embarrassment whenever i say the word 'cock', it sounds so dirty...mmmm but i like it...i want it! Yet, i feel so guilty! i feel like such an insatiable slut, it's embarrassing! i can't help it though...the thought of my actually being your Sweetness (words can't describe how flattered i am!)..being ordered to expose and pleasure myself, and complying submissively *shudder* *blush* Again i'm embarrassed at myself...i admit only to you, that I secretly DESIRE domination, I secretly envisio rough fantasies, some non-consent and bdsm thrown in for spice, yet ultimately, I love the newfound feelings of (me!) being unable to fend off my rising feelings of lust. i love having my animalistic side being forcibly drawn from me, even as i try to resist. ...what could be next? i care not, i willingly desire whatever you have planned, and shall faithfully obey. i breathlessly await your next commands and our next rendezvous, Please!!!!!! submissively yours, Sweetness. However, I am still no where to be found for the entire week after and the week after as well. Yes, for nearly a month, my office remains unoccupied and no one seems to have any idea where I am, or when I will return...or even if I will return for that matter. Finally, after waiting greater than three weeks but what seems like an eternity, you finally resist the urge to wait at home any longer and you make plans to spend some time with girlfriends. Arriving home from a day of shopping, you enter your home and realize that you have a message on your answering machine. "Hello Sweetness," the message starts and you recognize that it is me, "I have an eventful evening planned for us for this Friday evening," the message continues. "I know you'll want to attend. Be prepared for surprises," it concludes, before the phone line buzzes and you shut it off. By now, you are starting to expect the unpredictable out of me, but each hint of an upcoming rendezvous fascinates your imagination. What will you wear? How should you look? Where will you go? How will the evening transpire? All those thoughts rush through your mind. You fondly begin to recall our last rendezvous, and your body begins to throb and your eyes begin to glow with exhilaration and relief. How satisfying. How soothing to hear my voice and my suggestive nature. Immediately, you know...you just know that there is no stopping now. You've had a taste, a sampling of that man, that dangerous man, and now he possesses you, mind, body and soul! And you want more, MUCH, MUCH More!!! You begin to wonder just how naughty you can be and how far I will lead you astray! Then you chuckle to yourself thinking, "Hmmm you can't lead the willing, now can you!" And then you hear my voice in your mind, "you are so very willing, aren't you Sweetness! And you want to be so naughty don't you?" "Damn", you think, as you shake your head and bring your hands to your temples, "I can't seem to get him out of my mind!" Suddenly, your doorbell rings, and you break out of that concentrated, yearning, to rush for the door, hoping that it is I! You fairly run to the door, STOP abruptly just before it, and straighten up, looking at your sexy reflection in the mirror in the hallway to the left. You lean forward, toss your hair down over your forehead, and then throw your head back, finally shaking your head side-to-side, to give yourself that wild, erotic, tigress look you know I love so well. Then you slowly lick and wet your pouty lips with your long, thin, ruby red tongue, pull down your skin-tight cleavage revealing sweater; down taunt over your ripe breasts and throbbing, bullet hard nipples, then hike your tight, mid-thigh-length-skirt a bit higher and reach for the door! Then you hesitate, for you remember, my rules...NO PANTIES! So you step back, reach under your skirt and rip your thin, black, slit-soaked, panties down over your bare, creamy thighs, down over your shapely knees, down over your curvaceous calves, stepping out of them by lifting first one high-heeled foot and then the other. This time you'll be compliant you think. Then you throw them into the closet on the right. NOW, finally, you release the lock and the heavy deadbolt, and widely grinning, you swing the door wide open...to see... ...the UPS package delivery driver holding a package out for you. "Are you Sweetness," he asks, looking you up and down and nervously trying to compose himself, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, while he inadvertently gazes upon your shapely legs, then your firm breasts, and finally, your ultra beautiful face! You take the package from him, sign the necessary paperwork, and disappointedly close the door behind you, disappointed that is, until you see that the package is from me! "This must be the surprise, Michael, hinted at," you think aloud and begin to glow with girlish excitement once again as you rush to the parlor and fall on your knees on the deep, plush carpet and greedily prepare to open the package. Sweetness This One's Also For You Ch. 01 Your long, sexy manicured fingers, nervously fumble at the wrapping. You hurry, glowing, like a little girl with a special birthday gift. After removing the wrapping paper, you hesitate, take a deep, deep breath, wave one delicate hand in the small space between your breasts and chin to move the now humid-feeling air about your face, (hot with the heat arising from your excited body), and contemplate; procrastinating long enough to re-sense the excitement in your limbs and the pleasantly tingling electricity in your nipples. Then, you lean back, place the package on your legs, then stretch and cross them in front of you, clenching your now wet, pussy lips. Then you slowly lift the cover and peer inside. There, you see a fancy, delicate envelope with a message. "Open First." It says! Under the envelope you see an assortment of boxes of different shapes, sizes and colors. The anticipation builds as you run the delicate envelope under your nose and whiff traces of my exotic cologne inadvertently left there. You know that scent well, and you close your eyes and breathe deeply, your chest heaving and your voice barely sighing, as you enjoy the erotic reminders that it brings. Confused and impatient...wanting desperately to reveal the treats in the assorted boxes, while also wanting so desperately to know what message the envelope brings, you stand for a moment and nervously pace, to-and-fro. Do you follow my directions, or do you go off on your own, ripping and clawing as fast as you can through the assorted treats? You finally decide to calm down, and follow directions. Ahhhhh Sweetness,you are learning to take direction so well aren't you? Again, you fall to the floor! You open the envelope marked "OPEN FIRST," and slowly read it... "Sweetness my sexy submissive one," it reads. "Enclosed, you'll find an assortment of trinkets and clothing that I've purchased especially for you. They are for our next rendezvous, Friday evening. Enjoy my dear and know that I am envisioning you at this very moment, imagining how beautiful you look and how excited you'll be and looking forward to our date, when you'll get the best reward!!!! Now, pour yourself a glass of wine and then remove all of your clothing. Then, you may begin! You hurry to your wine rack and select your favorite Champagne. You rush to open the bottle, but get annoyed and flustered when you cannot swiftly find your cockscrew. You finally find it, but not before mumbling a few choice epitaphs for the delay in pleasure this miss-placement has caused you. You open the warm, bottle with a loud POP and the released aroma wafts across your nostrils. Having inadvertently shaken the bottle on your rush to find the corkscrew, some of that warm elixir also oozes, swiftly and furiously from out of the bottle, the sticky, warm, liquid, soothingly flowing down over your delicate fingers clenched tightly around the bottle's neck. First trying to prevent useless loss of the champagne, but then getting very, very naughty, you lick the warm, champagne oozing out of the bottle. Your thin, sexy tongue licking up the neck in long, long, sensuous strokes, then just the tip swirling around the opening, tasting the sweet, fragrant champagne, savoring its bouquet. Then, without much thought, you lower your pouty, red lips around the neck, deep, deep over the neck, deep into your little mouth, imagining that the bottle is my cock...closing your eyes and imagining, dreaming...fantasizing, eroticizing, naughtily acting out the scene. You feel the warm juice flowing into your mouth and down your delicate throat and you lightly shake the bottle to intensify the foamy effect. You imagine that it is my cock filing your mouth with jizz! You reach under your skirt, and feel for your clit, and slip two fingers deep into your pussy realizing that you are absolutely soaked! The pleasure is immense, and you bend your knees, and spread your legs, stroking those naughty fingers in and out of your wet box, both pleasing yourself and spreading creamy pussy juice onto your fingers! But then, you remember the gifts and you suddenly stop sucking the bottle and pleasuring yourself, suddenly realizing that you've lustily allowed nearly one-fourth of the champagne to flow down your hungry, throat! You fill a crystal wine glass with ice, then swiftly poor champagne into the goblet, over the ice...too swiftly Sweetness, for it fizzes once again, fizzes over the rim and down the stem, drenching your dainty fingers along with the shiny table top. With both hands, you quickly pull your sweater over your head and throw it to the floor. Then you run your hands through the spilled liquid and begin rubbing it on your breasts and nipples. The champagne is cold and sticky, your nipples, warm and stiff, and it doesn't take very long, before the erotic stimulation charges your entire body! Getting more aroused by the moment, you gently lift one breast to your waiting lips and lick it, swirling your tongue over your pink nipple, tasting the salt from your body along with the sweet bliss of the savory nectar. Then you begin to lick the sticky champagne from your fingers...the same fingers you minutes earlier, removed from your sweet pie. You lean your head back, close your eyes, hold your fingers high over your head and slowly drop them into your waiting mouth...inch-by inch you slide them between your wet lips. You savour the sweet champagne and your bitter love juice at once and enjoy the contrast...sucking your fingers deep into your mouth, sucking all the assorted nectars from your fine feminine fingers! Then, you suddenly realize that you are getting quite tipsy already and that the treats await! You rush back to the parlor carrying the champagne glass in one hand and the now half-empty bottle in the other. Setting both on the coffee table, you hurry to disrobe, eager to start. As you stand, you kick off your conservative heels, then reach behind you, unzip your herring-bone skirt, step out of it and fling it aside as well, nearly stumbling as you do, from the alcohol beginning to dull your co-ordination. You now stand alone and naked, but warm and glowing. You slowly caress, first, your slickly, shaved pussy. Yes, it's soaked! Then you run both hands over your tight pert ass, standing on your toes to flex those long, lean legs. Then you run your hands under your ripe breasts, and over your nipples...twirling your palms and fingers around and over those rigid, pink bullets until they throb and point skyward. "There! Ready," you say out loud and fall into a heap once again on the carpet. Now you reach for the top box. You open it to see a single, beautiful, widely blooming long-stemmed red rose, and a tiny note. It hits a romantic cord in your heart, and fawning, you reach to lift the rose from the box, taking it by the stem but carelessly prick one finger on a large thorn. You gasp in surprise, dropping the rose to the carpet, and hurriedly stick your wounded finger into your mouth, sucking the warm, tangy blood, and whimpering in slight pain. With the finger in your mouth, you reach again for the rose, more carefully this time, and bring it to your nostrils, breathing in the sweet aroma, both eyes closed, for several long moments savoring its sweet, fruity scent. Finally opening your eyes, you reach for the tiny note. "Ah my beautiful Sweetness," it reads, "This flower signifies your beauty and fragility; your delicacy and femininity and its rich red hue your passion and intensity. All commodities that I find in such short supply in most women, but that I find in you in ample abundance. I suspect however, that you've begun to partake of your wine, and that you may have cutely pricked your finger on its thorn. The thorn, my dear represents my strength and masculinity and the domination that I breathlessly wield over you, and which you enjoy so much. You be my delicacy and I'll be your rock! Now, my dear, pour yourself another glass of wine, and proceed." You set the rose down on the floor beside you, and take up the champagne bottle once again; pouring half of what remains in the bottle into your glass, then you lift the second box out of the carton. You gently lift the top of this 2nd box and see an elegant purple velvet folder. You gently open one fold of the velvet to reveal a choker necklace of virgin-white pearls and another small card. You set the card aside, and excitedly lift the strand of exquisite pearls from the package. The pearls loosely but erotically slide through your long slender fingers as you pass them adoringly from one hand to the next while admiring their gleaming, delicate, white beauty contrasting against your blazing red nail polish and your toned and tanned skin. You open the card. "Sweetness," the card reads, "I hope you are enjoying the pearls, while delightful, they are no match for your beauty or delicacy! Still, they have special significance. 1st, never to be covered by your clothing, but rather, displayed prominently on your sexy neck, they represent that part of you that you display to all but I; to all who see you only as you want them to see you, pure and innocent, refined and ladylike. However, they also represent a special signal to me. My appetite for you is insatiable; my plans for you, erotic! Wear them only if you give yourself secretly to me; if you are willing to submit your trust, your desires, your mind and your body to my imagination; to my possession. Now, in the privacy of your home, make your decision. Do you wear the pearls knowing that special significance and signal your intent with each time they adorn your rapturous body? Do you live out your fantasies, or do you remove them now, from your shapely neck and hunger for passion forever more? You hesitate momentarily; warily recognizing that to wear the pearls means that there is no retreat. What to do? Delaying, you take up your glass. Tilting your head back, you nervously gulp down what champagne remains in the goblet, pouring the nectar between your tiny, soft, lips. A small trickle dribbles down your chin and neck, steaming... sizzling on your hot skin as you contemplate your decision. A vision of you in my arms comes into your minds eye. You see yourself feminine and vulnerable totally naked in your imagination, but trustingly wrapped in the warm cloak of my possession and desire! You set your glass down and again lift the strand. Then you loosen the clasp, hold the gleaming strand to your throat while raising your chin high and reach behind you. You lift your silken hair from the nape of your golden neck and re-tighten the clasp. They fit superbly, and sit snug and fashionable on your glorious neck. You unconsciously finger the strand of pearls around your charming neck. The cold sensation that the pearls give off is in stark contrast to the heat arising from your excited skin. Your mind might be cloudy from the bubbling champagne, but your commitment is clear and unwavering. You are mine!!! A tiny satisfied and resigned smile finally escapes your lips and you lean over and pour the remainder of the champagne into your glass, then set it once again upon the coffee table at your side. You reach for the third box. Slowly you lift the lid from box number three. Underneath you see black crepe paper covering something delicate and instantly recognize this gift as an item of clothing. You slowly open the crepe paper wrapping to reveal neatly folded, French nylon, thigh-high stockings....naughty black thigh-highs, Sweetness! The kind only the naughtiest and sexiest of women dare wear in public. And with each sexy gift, you are feeling naughtier and naughtier! You carefully take one small sip from your champagne, then a second, larger gulp for courage, then carefully, but shakily stand, woozy now, from having drunken more than your usual fill of alcohol for one evening, but caring not, your inhibitions are floating away along with the cobwebs in your head! Carefully, you lift the ultra sleek stockings from the thin container, and delicately unfold them. A small card falls to the floor. You bend to pick it up and read aloud..."The legs of a goddess should be beautifully adorned...however, I want those creamy white thighs exposed to my unpredictable touch. Try the stockings on my dear." You fall in a heap on the sofa, and lying on your back, naked 'cept for the pearls, you roll the hose, then slowly pull one stocking over your tiny foot, over your delicate ankle, over your shapely calf and slowly, ever so slowly, ever so erotically, up over your delicious thigh where the elastic band snaps tightly and snugly, warmly hugging your creamy white flesh. Then you hurriedly rush to do likewise with the second stocking. The sensation of the silk over your slickly shaven, shiny skin is exotic, and after adorning your legs with both, you cannot help but continue to run your hands up your thighs, over your wet pussy, then up your tight stomach, over your heaving chest, over your pink, pointy, throbbing nipples, and over your swan-like neck, feeling the pearls just once and recalling their significance before continuing to run your hands up, up though your silken hair...a shiver runs up your spine and you shudder, stretch, and squeeze your legs together. Then you close your eyes, lie back and spread your legs. The fingers of one hand slip into your hair; the fingers of your other hand slip into your slick, moist pussy. Slowly you slip a long index finger into your slit...deep, but ever so slowly in, and then, ever so slowly out! You begin to naughtily writhe on the sofa. The hand in your hair, furiously twirls one long golden strand into your mouth. The hand in your crotch electrifies...but then you once again remember the gifts, sit up and slide to the floor, girlishly excited once again, and now clothed only in the pearly necklace and the thigh-highs. You reach for the fourth box. This one has the shape of a shoe box...You open it, and that's what you find. But not ordinary shoes...no Sweetness, for my imagination is never ordinary. No, these shoes are five-inch, black, ankle strapped stiletto pumps. "Come FUCK me" they cry out Sweetness! And you know I will! You eagerly slip them on, and instantly you feel (of course), five-inches taller, but more importantly, ten-degrees bolder...sexier by the inch! Every muscle in your legs and ass tighten and stretch. My how marvelous you look! You rush to the hallway mirror and twirl on your new, spike heels, turning your ass to the mirror, while you stand teetering on your toes, admiring your firm backside and long, exotic legs! There is nothing quite like the sight of a beautiful and excited woman, and you meet that description! You giggle and rush back to the parlor. Your mind is spinning out of control now with playful, naughty exuberance! You lift the 5th box. This box contains a magnificent silk skirt, but oh so short and oh so shear! It is made of white, imported silk, pleated, but with a gorgeous frilly, black ribbon along the hem. Two thin gold chains hang from a loop on the right hip, around your waist, dangling slightly lower on the opposite side. You step into the sexy skirt, and pull it up, over your eager hips. The oh so short and sexy skirt; barely, just barely covers the tops of your thigh-high nylons. The soft, while material, coolly rubs across the back of your delicate, uncovered thighs and ass, tickling you lightly. You rush once again to the hallway mirror, your pace quickening with each gift and with each drop of champagne! You stare at the naughty Sweetness in the mirror, now grinning greedily from ear-to-ear. How hot you look. Adorned as you are, your legs and ass are magnificent, and you know it! The black hem ribbon serves to mesh with and hide the tops of your stockings, although just barely...and although exceedingly shear, the white skirt serves to masque your naked thighs and ass...that is, it does so in incandescent light! The kind of light found in your home! Little do you know that under the black-lights of a nightclub, it grows totally translucent. Eager to see what else awaits, you rush back to the parlor and lift your champagne glass to your lips. One small sip remains. You gulp it down hungrily. You woozily run a finger around the rim of the glass and then suck the finger into your saturated mouth, sucking the last of the sweet champagne from your sexy flesh before pulling your finger from your sweetly puckered lips with a loud POP! Now dressed in the skirt, the naughty French stockings, the blazingly hot stiletto heels and the virgin white, pearl necklace, you reach for the 6th box. This one contains a pink lace top. You rush to slip it over your head. The material is sheer, and the neckline plunges deeply between your breasts, and on your back, nearly to your ass! Although quite tight otherwise, the lapels contain multi-layered bundles of the delicate material that serve to hide your heaving breasts and pleadingly sensitive nipples. The fine lace, rubs gently across your straining breasts, exciting your senses! Once again you rush for the hallway mirror, your to-and-fro pace now frenetic! Your look excites and frightens you in the same breath. You look absolutely stunning! Hot and fuckable my dear Sweetness. But never have you dressed for public display, and left so little to the imagination...never have you dressed leaving so much of your secret wonders exposed to public view and private touch! But the exhibitionist side of you excites you, even as you keep it secret, doesn't it Sweetness? You begin to fantasize. In private you often envision yourself, dancing in front of a crowd! Slowly removing one item of clothing at a time in one of those predominantly male, strip clubs...shedding your clothing...exposing your hot and steamy body to the view of many, sexy, pleading men...who desire and hunger for you. Men who beg you to shed your clothing for their pleasure...reaching for you, with arms and fingers outstretched, as you indiscriminately writhe, wriggle and sway for their pleasure and yours. In your imagination, you cum to their unbridled attention and the discomfort in their loins only you can cause. Yes, that vision now excites you...an unfulfilled fantasy that burns in your yearning mind. You begin to caress your body in all those special spots, just like you envision yourself doing on stage in that fantasy. The outfit you wear allows easy access to all your pleasure zones...easy access for you at this moment and easy access for me on Friday...and as you day dream in utter enjoyment, touching your electrified body as only a woman can, you come to that realization...you'll be easily exposed to my manly, greedy touch. As you gaze at the sexy reflection of the naughty you, fondling yourself in the mirror, you recognize that this outfit would be ideal for that fantasy, and secretly resolve to add this outfit when you fantasize of this strip-club scene, forever more. But you quickly snap out-of-it. That scenario will have to be for another time. You rush back to the parlor, for the last gift awaits. This box is another of those thin square boxes that you started with. You open it impatiently, and see....a pearl-adorned, thong-like panty. You lift it from the box. The waistband is made of frilly pink silk and elastic. But the thong that will rest between your ass cheeks and pussy lips is made of one long strand of black pearls, each approximately one-quarter inch in diameter. And from that strand, hangs dangling, like a light-chain, a four-inch strand of eight, larger pearls. Curious, you step into the thong, and pull it up, under your oh, so short skirt, and over your smooth ass. It fits, oh so tight, and the cold pearls rest between your once again soaking pussy lips. The dangling, larger strand rests gently between your legs, delicately serving to both hold your legs apart, and tickle your edible thighs! Sweetness This One's Also For You Ch. 01 You start to rush for the hallway mirror once again, and instantly realize the secret of this gift. With each stride of those beautifully, long and sexily adorned legs, the thong-like strand of pearls, slides up and down along your lips, pressing tight against your clit. "Oh, My," you groan and suddenly stop short in your tracks. You start to walk purposely towards the mirror once again, and feel the dangling, larger strand, trapped between your thighs, and slipping into your soaking pussy as you walk. You quickly stop again, and repeat, "Ohhhhhhh, My!!" You start to walk again, and realize that with this gift, your walk is made more seductive, far more seductive...but more importantly your pussy now aches for relief...for the constant rubbing and pressure of this nasty thong has you at the height of ecstasy! Your mind is dizzy and warm from the effect of the cool champagne, but your body is intolerably begging for relief. You stand in front of the hallway mirror. You lean one hand on the wall under the mirror, and bend your legs. The strand in the crack of your ass and between your pussy lips slides tight and aggressively along your clit. You fall to your knees on the floor, and reach to press the dangling pearls into your pussy! You clench your legs and roll to your side...squeezing the pearls between your soothingly satisfied lips. Then, you feel it...welling up from the depths of your soul...your orgasm begins to build, slowly but steadily...you roll to your back...your hand now pulling tightly on the strand along your clit.... ...you writhe, you roll, you shiver and you shudder...your legs grow tense, you arch your ass high off the floor, and pull ever tighter on that delightfully slippery strand...it cuts between those soaking wet lips, and rubs roughly on your clit...you clench your pussy against the pearls buried deep inside you. "...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" you begin to groan, then you begin to whimper!!!!! Your orgasm builds, your heart pounds. Your sensitive skin is on fire and your mind is reeling. Your hips rise and fall and with each rise, you pull tighter and tighter on that strand rubbing against your clit. "Oh, Yes, Ohhhhhh" you moan as you force the larger pearls deep into your soaking tunnel of love. Hmmmm, you moan, you bite your lower lip. Your pussy is drenched beyond utter belief, your clit throbbing, you yearn for relief...and then...you explode! Wave after wave of passion and pleasure rushes through your flesh and bones....warm, foamy, female, froth flows uncontrollably. "Oh Michael, you bastard!! What do you do to me?" you scream at the top of your lungs to no one but yourself, as you fuck yourself madly, still shivering in the throes of a massive orgasm that goes on for minutes! Finally, slowly, ever so slowly it begins to subside, and your pace slows and halts, all the tension within you slowly leaving your body! For several long moments, you lie on the plush carpet, your gleaming body, still shuddering...still panting, but now spent. Snug. Excitement ebbing, sheer relaxation begins to overtake you. With your hand still resting between your legs and wearing your naughty outfit, you close your eyes and fold one sexy arm over your forehead. In a moment you fall deeply into an angelic, trancelike sleep! In the darkened office of a club downtown, a tall, dark, sinewy man leans back in a plush leather chair, and throws his feet up on the desk in front of him. He takes a deep drag on a superb Cuban cigar, exhales and then purses his lips, turns the cigar in his fingers and stares into space. Then, although no one is present 'cept himself, he speaks aloud. "You have no idea what's in store for you Friday, Sweetness," he says to a sultry vision in his head, "imagine what's to come Sweetness! And be prepared." To be continued... Next chapter. Michael takes Sweetness out on the town and then just "takes" her!