7 comments/ 49769 views/ 4 favorites Greg's Surprise By: SensualCurves Sasha always loved this part. The dressing up part. Freshly showered, droplets still clinging to her voluptuous body, she slowly massaged her favourite oils into her soft skin. She had agreed to meet a sub for a domme friend of hers. Elizabeth was a very capable mistress, but knew her limitations, and tottering about on stillettos wasn't one of them. However, she also knew that her boy had a 'thing' about nyloned feet and stilletto heels. So, rather than break an ankle, she had arranged this little treat for him. Sasha had giggled when asked and agreed to tease him without any hesitation, knowing Elizabeth's boys were always well trained and well mannered. Oiling completed, Sasha checked her scarlet finger and toe nails for any chipping as she had visited the salon the day before. Satisfied, she reached into a drawer and pulled on a pair of white cotton gloves. Carefully, she then opened a brand new pair of fully fashioned, black seamed stockings. Taking out a jade green satin cincher with suspenders attached, she encased her body in it, revelling at the wantonness it made her feel with her breasts free from restraint and spilling over the top. Opening the cellophane wrapper, Sasha took out the first stocking. Lifting one leg onto the chair, her gloved hands slowly rolled the nylon stocking over her toes and up her dainty foot. Taking care, she continued up her leg, constantly checking that she had her seam straight, then fastening the stocking to the suspenders dangling from the cincher. Smiling to herself at the feel of the nylon on her skin as she repeated the same careful process with the other stocking. Walking to her mirror she turned and turned about, checking from every angle, making sure her seams were straight and that there were no runs in the fragile fabric. Satisfied, she put on a pair of 4 " stilletto patent black leather court shoes. Severe yet sexy, they were just right as domme-shoes and would show off a pair of seamed stockings to perfection. Elizabeth had told Sasha that instructions had been given to Greg (her sub), to meet Sasha and help her with her shopping, as a favour from one domme to another. No mention had been made about the fact that it was a treat, nor had he been told anything about the type of purchases, or for that matter, anything about the woman he was to serve. It was with immense amusement therefore, Sasha walked into the little coffee shop in town, knowing that Greg knew nothing about her.............. ************ Greg sat nervously in his seat as he waited for his mistress's friend. Toying with the teaspoon in the saucer, he sat in the window seat as per instructions, blushing furiously every time a woman entered the coffee shop, which was quite often, given that this coffee shop was in the centre of the busy shopping mall. Greg felt sure that every single female eye was on him, knowing intuitively of course that this man would love to feel their stockinged feet on his face...Obviously they didn't, but that didn't stop Greg feeling decidedly uncomfortable, caught up in his own mental fantasy in the centre of town. It was the legs he noticed first. And those shoes. Looking downwards, deep in thought, he hadn't noticed that someone, a woman, had paused at his table. Black patent courts with sheer nyloned legs......."Oh God" he thought, "I wonder if she knows what she is doing to me?" Standing suddenly, he stammered his apologies at his lack of manners, knocking everything over on the table with a loud clatter. Mortified at drawing attention to himself in such a way, he stared helplessly into a pair of laughing green eyes, transfixed as a rabbit in headlights. "You must be Greg" Sasha smiled. "Daydreaming were we?" She watched as he hurriedly set the table to rights, then sat directly opposite his seat. "Sit down boy! I have no desire to be this afternoon's matinee performance" Greg sat down slowly, still mesmerized by this vision before him. Long wavy red hair framed a pretty freckled face. Green eyes, now twinkling in amusement, regarded him. Unable to help himself, Greg's eyes had stared unashamedly, noting the beautifully tailored jacket and pencil skirt in dark green, with cream coloured blouse beneath, perfectly complimenting this woman's natural beauty. Those long tapered fingers ending in scarlet nails, completed the ensemble and Greg sat there quite stunned. "I take it I pass muster?" Sasha's voice had taken on an icy timbre. "I am not used to being appraised so openly in a public place boy!" Greg was mortified. What on earth was he doing? "I - I apologise Ma'am" he stuttered, crimson with embarassment and looking down at the table. "Miss Elizabeth didn't tell me what to expect." "She didn't have to boy. You are here for my benefit, not the other way around!" Sasha's angry voice belied the amusement within as she watched him squirm. "Oh this is going to be fun" she thought. "Presumably your training includes making sure the mistress you are with has everything she needs?" Sarcasm dripped from Sasha's voice. " I have been here some time, yet you have failed to offer any form of refreshment boy!" "M...my apologies Ma'am" stuttered Greg once again, knowing this meeting was spiralling downhill fast. "May I fetch you some refreshment Ma'am?" Hardly daring to breathe, lest he make another mistake, he waited for her reply. "Black coffee if you please, one sugar." So saying, Sasha turned and looked out of the window, her body language dismissing the poor hapless sub trembling at the other side of the table. Rising carefully this time, Greg slipped out of his seat to do her bidding. Standing in the queue for the coffees, he replayed the last few minutes and was appalled. He knew that those wonderful legs and feet had been his undoing. "Miss Elizabeth wouldn't recognise me" he thought. Always attentive, always polite, Elizabeth had only known how capable he was. She knew he had a foot fetish and had allowed him to worship her feet, but this woman was all he had ever fantasised about. Greg realised how perceptive Miss Elizabeth truly was, and how she had unselfishly given him what he craved. And what had he done with the opportunity? "Blown it sky high" he thought in disgust, "Miss Elizabeth's friend thinks I am an uncouth clumsy oaf now." he mused dejectedly as he carried the coffees back to the table. Cursing himself for a fool, he resolved to try and salvage what he could and try to earn a little praise instead of ridicule. ********** Greg placed the steaming cup of coffee in front of Sasha. "I hope this will be acceptable Ma'am" Greg murmured and went to his seat, waiting for her nod before seating himself once more. Sasha turned to face him. Studying him carefully, she saw an average sized man, about 5 foot 10 inches in height, with a reasonable physique. Not muscular, but not fat either. Fairly square jawed, he was clean shaven and had short dark hair. Blue/gray eyes caught her scrutiny and Greg bashfully looked down to avoid confrontation. Blushing furiously again, Greg realised how Sasha must have felt under his gaze earlier. "Ma'am?" he asked enquiringly, "May I be permitted to know how to address you?" "You may call me Miss Sasha or Ma'am, whichever. It matters not to me Greg." Sasha replied, then went on "We have a busy afternoon ahead of us - I hope you are strong.." she added as an afterthought, "I will need you to carry all my purchases" Greg absorbed this information and wondered just what the shopping was likely to be. "I am strong Ma'am, so I can assist you with no problems" He smiled at her, more at ease now he had got over the initial nerves. Suddenly Greg jumped and his eyes flew to Sasha. "Ma'am?" Sasha's foot had somehow slipped out of her shoe and had apparently gained a life of its own. At this precise moment it was finding its way around Greg's ankle and insinuating itself underneath his trouser leg, searching for contact with the skin above his sock. Greg's surprised expression drew a chuckle from Sasha "Yes Greg?" was the innocent reply. "Erm.......Ma'am....ahhhhh...we are in a coffee shop Ma'am" Greg's embarassment was clear. "I know boy." Sasha's reply was amused. "That's why I am drinking coffee" She smiled as her foot found the skin it was seeking and Greg squeaked then gasped as the nyloned foot began to caress the fine hairs on his shin. His breathing changed as he fidgeted in his seat nervously. Sasha laughed and withdrew her foot. Greg slumped in relief, only to jerk upright again when Sasha's foot renewed its assault; only this time it travelled up the length of his leg outside his trousers......Her foot seemed to have a will of its own as, above the table, Sasha showed no sign of the movement going on beneath. "Erm.....Ma'am?" Greg's voice had gone up nearly an octave in his haste to communicate. "Where you aware Ma'am, that the window glass is floor to ceiling? I mean, everyone outside can see Ma'am..." Greg's voice trailed off to a whisper as Sasha nodded and just smiled at him, well aware that her foot was now firmly planted in his groin and playing havoc with his cock and balls. Her smile widened as her toes made contact with a rock solid obstacle just as Greg's breathing became heavy and laboured. "Ma'am" he croaked, clutching the tabletop, "Please....." The begging note in his voice accentuated the pleading gaze that implored her to stop. It stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Rising from the table Sasha stared down at Greg. "Come" she said and turned to leave. Greg again leapt to his feet, knocking the table with a clatter causing renewed giggling from the adjacent table. Hurriedly, Greg rushed from the coffee shop in Sasha's wake, eyes locked onto those wonderful seamed nylons, encasing a shapely pair of legs, weaving their way into the hustle and bustle of the shopping mall. Sasha walked the length and breadth of the mall, pausing here and there, buying this and that; always ensuring Greg walked behind her but close enough to catch her scent in his nostrils, always close enough to hear the whisper of stockinged thigh upon stockinged thigh.... Greg began to wonder if the afternoon's shopping spree would ever end. Sasha made sure Greg had frequent glimpses of her feet when she would stop in front of an item of clothing in a shop and would stand on one foot, remove the other shoe and rotate her ankle as if her feet were aching. Greg's mouth ran dry everytime she repeated the tease as he was very aware how hard his cock was in response. Add to that the fact that Greg was in a public place every time she did it, ensured he was constantly aroused with no hope of release. Sasha played her part to perfection. Seemingly unaware of the hell she was putting him through, yet continuing the torment relentlessly. She stopped suddenly, causing Greg to sidestep quickly or risk bumping into her from behind. A slow smile spread across Sasha's face as she realised she was outside Greg's idea of heaven or hell, depending on how she behaved over the next few minutes. His barely audible gasp told her he realised what sort of shop this was, and the moan under his breath decided her. "Come Greg. You can help me choose" Giggling, Sasha entered the shoe shop. Following meekly behind his tormentor, Greg wondered how long it would be before he disgraced himself. It occurred to him that this woman knew exactly what things would torment a foot fetishist and was revelling in his discomfort. Those adorable nyloned feet sashayed back and forth across his vision as their owner moved around the shop. Kicking off her stillettos and passing them to Greg, she wandered off between the shoe racks. "Double torment" Greg thought as the shoes in his hand were still warm and were giving off a scent that had Greg's head reeling and his cock rock hard again. The sight of Sasha's pretty feet trying on various shoes in differing styles and colours almost sent Greg to his knees. Then, the piece de resistance! Sasha bent over, causing the pencil skirt to ride up over her hips. This in turn caused the back split to widen and Greg caught a glimpse of soft white thigh where her stocking ended. His mouth drier than the Sahara, Greg sank down onto the nearest seat. Unable to tear his eyes away, he sat transfixed, his breathing laboured and his cock straining against his trousers. A low chuckle broke the spell. "Bet she knows exactly what she is doing!" said a male voice beside him. "Wicked set of pins." Delivering his verdict, the man beside him moved away and was lost in the general melee of shoppers. Greg's attention snapped back to Sasha as she spoke. "What do you think of these dear?" Sasha was behaving as if he were her partner and Greg's gaze was drawn to a pretty pair of sandals encasing Sasha's dainty feet. A low kitten heel with thin straps holding the foot in place, Sasha's scarlet toenails brought out the best in the design. "Y-y-yes." croaked Greg, desperate to get out either before his erection was discovered or he came in his trousers. His self-control was diminishing fast. "Yes? Is that it?" Sasha played the peeved wife part with consummate skill. "OK then, what about.........these?" She pounced on a spiky set of heels which Greg would have loved to suck for hours on end. "B-both." he whispered in a panic. Sasha walked up and down in the heels two or three times before halting directly in front of Greg. She modelled the shoes for him, turning her feet this way and that, knowing just how to drive him mad with desire. "Why Greg, I do believe you like these a lot" she chuckled. Beckoning an assistant over, Sasha gave the girl both pairs of shoes and took her own shoes out of Greg's grasp. Bending down to Greg, Sasha smiled and whispered "you can cum only when I tell you boy." Greg's embarassment was complete. She KNEW! He had tried so hard to cover his arousal, yet all the time Sasha had been aware of his need, his longing. He whimpered and gazed again into those laughing green eyes. He knew he wouldn't forget this shopping spree in a hurry. Walking to the paydesk and completing her purchases, Sasha passed the bags to Greg. His face burning from the escapade, he stumbled from the shoe shop as Sasha sailed forth into the mall. Greg was in a daze. His whole afternoon had been one long cock-tease from start to finish. He was in torment - balls heavy, cock throbbing, heart racing, but he knew if Sasha booked him every day for a year he would be there. She had bound him to her side just as surely as if she had chained him there. The question was, what happened now? Would she take him home, then dispense with him and send him back to Miss Elizabeth, horny as hell and frustrated? Or....? At this point, Greg's mind went into overload as his brain raced through all the fantasies he had ever had concerning feet and nylons, melding them into a white-hot desire for this extraordinary woman. Greg did not remember the journey back to Sasha's All was lost in an erotic haze as he stumbled along behind her. Arriving back at the front door, Sasha turned to face Greg. "Thank you." was all she said as she took her parcels from him and stacked them on a table just inside her hallway. "Oh! I nearly forgot," she exclaimed "This is for you, but don't open it until you get to the end of the road." she added mysteriously. Taking the envelope from her hand, Greg remembered his manners and thanked her. "No Greg, I should be thanking you." said Sasha with a smile, "I haven't enjoyed myself so much for a long time" Leaning forward, Sasha kissed him full on the lips. "Maybe we should do it again." Walking inside, she smiled as she closed the door, leaving a bemused Greg, still clutching his envelope, on the doorstep. Greg walked away with a heavy heart. "That's that then." he thought. Stopping with a muttered oath, he remembered the instructions concerning the envelope still held fast in his hand. Upon reaching the end of her road, he tore open the envelope. Strangely enough, it did not contain a remuneration for services rendered. What it *did* contain was a letter from Miss Elizabeth! My dear Greg, it said, If Sasha has given you this, then you will have passed the test. Test? What test? thought Greg as he continued reading. For some time now, I have been aware of your predilection for feet, nylons and those dangerous spiky stillettos..... Greg smiled at his Mistress' tone and dislike of the sexy shoes. It went on ........Sasha rang me some months ago and told me she was looking to train a new sub and did I have anyone who might be worthy.... Greg's heart leapt as he realized the implications of the letter. He continued to read.......To that end, I arranged for you to meet Sasha without realizing you were to be under such scrutiny. I had every faith in your abilities and knew you and she were well suited. In reading this letter, I now know I was right. Hardly daring to turn the page, Greg's eyes flew over the last paragraph. Sasha has given you the chance to walk away, should you not care to be her submissive. That is why you are at the end of her road. It is now your choice which direction you take. You can return to me with just your memories, or you can choose to follow the path you desire most with a new Mistress. Whichever decision you take, know that I wish you well. Yours in love and honour, Miss Elizabeth. Of their own volition, Greg's feet turned back whence they came. Breaking into a run, he arrived panting at Sasha's doorstep. Ringing the bell, it seemed that Sasha had been waiting behind the door. Falling to his knees on the step, Greg lovingly kissed those wonderful stillettos. "I am yours to command Lady." was all he said. Greg's Surprise Ch. 02 (This is a continuation of a short story which was submitted to Literotica some time ago. Following a large reader feedback requesting further adventures of Greg and his Mistress Sasha, their story continues. If reading my work for the first time, this author respectfully suggests you read Part 1 first.) * Warm summer sunshine filtered through the bedroom curtains. Greg's alarm clock sprang into life with a raucous, incessant clanging which assaulted Greg's ears as he sat bolt upright in bed. Greg's hand descended onto the clock, cutting off the dreadful racket with a practised movement. Throwing back the covers, Greg swung his feet to the floor and got out of bed. Padding through to the bathroom, Greg stepped into the shower, his naked body adorned by one item only – the one item he had had a love/hate relationship with for the past six months – his chastity device. Turning the water on, Greg began his ablutions, reflecting on the momentous change in his lifestyle since Sasha had taken control. Sasha. The woman he adored and worshipped. Thoughts of her filled his mind as he showered and, as he knew it would, the familiar prickling sensation began as his cock rose in answer to those thoughts. It tried to rise anyway. As it filled and grew, the painful points of his chastity pierced his mind as well as his throbbing cock. He concentrated hard, willing himself to think of other things in a desperate need to lose this almost constant erection which happened every time Sasha filled his mind or any one of his senses. Gradually those vicious spikes lost their prey and Greg sighed in relief. Turning back to the business in hand, he completed his shower. Some time later, showered, shaved and dressed, Greg was in the kitchen preparing Sasha's breakfast tray. She had breakfast in bed every morning and Greg always tried to make sure his goddess had everything she needed. Lined with a damask napkin, the breakfast tray waited on the table as Greg poured fresh black coffee into a cup; put hot croissants in a basket, a small pot of strawberry conserve and tiny pats of butter on a plate. Placing all these items on the tray, together with cutlery and a fresh-cut rose in a small vase, he ascended the stairs to Sasha's bedroom. Pausing by her bed, Greg took a moment to study the woman he loved as she slept. Red hair fanning out over the pillows; lightly freckled fair skin with a faint rose tint, full lips parted slightly, Greg drank in her beauty. He mentally thanked his lucky stars that Miss Elizabeth had brought Sasha into his life. She was smiling as she dreamt, probably some tormenting plan for me Greg thought as he softly placed the tray beside her bed. He walked to the window and drew back the curtains. A sigh behind him told Greg Sasha was awake. "Morning my pet" Sasha murmured as she sat up "Did you sleep well?" "Yes mistress, your boy always does" Greg smiled as he knelt beside her bed, ready to perform any task for her. "Good. I have plans for today" Her green eyes twinkled with mischief as she regarded him over her coffee cup. Greg's cock twitched painfully in his chastity. He knew that it would take all his willpower today, not to be in constant painful erection. Sasha was in a playful mood – that meant hours of delicious torment for her boy. A leg appeared from underneath the covers; the coral pink nail polish adorning the toes shone as the light caught it. Sasha continued eating her croissant, seemingly unaware of her leg's movements. Greg stared down in fascination as Sasha's toes began caressing the inner thigh of his left leg. Higher and higher the toes continued their exploration; Greg's cock now painfully receiving sharp pin-pricks up and down the entire shaft. Gasping and groaning, Greg's eyes fluttered shut as he gave himself up to the warring sensations Sasha's toes were causing him. The toes continued their torture, caressing the underside of his balls and travelling further underneath then pressing upwards mid-point between balls and anus. Massaging Greg's prostate, the erotic pain/pleasure rose to new heights causing Greg to spiral into subspace. His breathing now rapid, sweat pouring down his body, his mind floating as his sweet mistress took him higher. Vaguely he heard her crooning at him. "Good boy, yes Greg, that's it. Go with it." From deep within, a low guttural growl emanated from his chest. Despite the pain the chastity was inflicting on him, he knew he was close to cumming. Leaving him poised on the edge, Sasha's toes ceased their torment. He hung there, hardly daring to breathe, let alone move. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling an acute sense of loss. Sasha watched him, her green eyes calculating. "My bath if you please Greg." Knowing any further caress was now out of the question; Greg answered with a sigh, "Yes mistress" and got up from his kneeling position, painfully reminded of his enforced chastity. He moved slowly, every step causing acute pain in his cock and balls. Whimpering, he walked through to the bathroom and began running her bath. The shrill ringing of the telephone made Greg jump. He heard his mistress answer it with a cool "Hello?" A shriek, followed by animated chattering told Greg that Sasha was talking to a dear friend and would be a while, so he completed the preparations for her bath and returned to her bedside to clear away her breakfast tray. "Darling I would love to see you." Sasha ignored him as he removed the tray. "What time will you arrive...Yes that's fine, I'll expect you then.......ok......Bye" Replacing the receiver, Sasha jumped out of bed. Calling for Greg, she walked through to her bathroom. Towels warming on the rail, the scent of rose and grapefruit, fragrant and uplifting, assailed her nostrils. Greg appeared and stood in the doorway, eyes firmly looking at the floor, desperate to look at her and adore her, but knew she would punish him if he did. "Ah there you are my little slut. Quickly now, I have a visitor for lunch and you have work to do." Greg rushed forward with alacrity and helped her step into her bath. Taking up a sponge as she sank in the water, he began to bathe her. Sasha watched him as he bent to his task. Concentration apparent in his face, he meticulously washed every part of her. Moving her body as he bathed different parts, she knew his inner turmoil as her naked closeness tormented him. She drew a nail down his back as he turned to bathe her calves, ankles and dainty feet. Uttering a low groan, Greg lost his control and began licking and sucking her feet and toes. "Oh Greg, you naughty boy!" Triumph in every word as once again, Sasha had succeeded in breaking his resistance. Greg groaned again and continued; unable to stop, knowing full well he would pay for his misdemeanour later. "Oh Mistress, you must know how I love to worship your feet. You know I long for the feel of them on my face, my body, anywhere" Greg was almost in tears, the heartfelt adoration pouring from him, like a river of words. "Please Mistress; I will do anything, please......" This last entreaty uttered as he pressed his face to the soles of her feet. "Very well Greg" Her feet pressed lightly against his face as he whimpered in both pleasure and pain; his cock on fire from seemingly hundreds of needles piercing his skin, yet his face and lips caressing her feet in total joy. A slight movement and the feeling of cool hands permeated his brain as Sasha unlocked the torturous device with the key normally held on a chain around her neck. Blood surged into Greg's rapidly growing cock, free at last to respond properly to his beloved Mistress. "Ohhh thank you Mistress" Almost incoherent with his joy at being free, Greg renewed his worship of Sasha's feet. Kissing each toe reverently, his tongue licking between them, he knew had begun to arouse Sasha; her soft gasps answering the movements of her questing tongue. Cradling her heel in his hand, Greg lapped at the sole of her foot. Sasha's soft murmurings encouraged him further. Taking the second foot, he began worshipping it giving it equal attention. Greg whimpered, his cock rigid; the large vein throbbing with the force of his erection. "Get me out of this bath Greg!" Sasha's voice cut into his consciousness. "I will look like a prune in a minute! Selfish boy! That's two punishments now – one for losing control and one for allowing your mistress to get cold in her bath! Fetch me a towel NOW!" Greg's face was beet red. He had done it again. He had lost control and failed his mistress by allowing his desires to come first. Releasing her feet, Greg moved to fetch a warm towel for Sasha. Wrapping her wonderful body in the towel, Greg helped her out of the bath and onto the mat. Immediately sinking to his knees, he showered her feet with kisses, interspersing them with tearful apologies. "Mistress your boy is so selfish. He thought only of his own desire to worship. He begs your forgiveness, he can't help himself, and he loves you." Frantically trying to convey his contrition, he failed to see the look of tenderness pass over Sasha's face as he finally admitted his feelings. Always reserved, Greg had never mentioned the depth of feeling he had for her. Sasha bent down and stroked the back of his head. "Sshh Greg. It's ok. Calm yourself." Greg looked up in surprise. He had quite expected a severe reprimand, yet here Sasha was, speaking softly and tenderly to him. "You know you did do something wrong Greg. I don't have to tell you that; you will be punished. You already know I cannot allow such disregard for me to go unpunished. However, I also know I have been teasing you and tormenting you for some time. You are learning to accept it and deal with it, so now you deserve a reward too." Turning on her heel, Sasha dropped the towel and walked naked into her boudoir. Mesmerised by her undulating bottom, Greg followed at her heels. Sasha stopped and turned, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "Here boy" Sasha patted her knees. He realised with a start, she was going to spank him! Greg lay over her knees, acutely aware of his hard cock imprisoned in between them. Sasha calmly captured it with her knees and held him fast. He was in heaven - bodily contact, skin to skin with his mistress and eyes only inches away from her pretty ankles and feet. He snapped out of his reverie as Sasha's hand descended across his buttocks. White hot fire ripped into his ass as she spanked him hard. Again and again her hand fell, blood surging up to the surface in response to the weight behind each slap. Pleasure quickly turned to pain and then bizarrely back to pleasure again as endorphins kicked in and Greg's throbbing erection drove all else from his mind. His ass was on fire yet his thoughts were centred on the grip of mistress' knees around his tormented cock. He whimpered "sorry mistress" over and over, tears running down his face and dripping in a little puddle in front of him on the floor. Eventually the spanking stopped. Sobbing and still apologising, Greg remained over Sasha's knees despite the cessation of the spanks. "Get up slut" Sasha ordered. He shakily tried to stand, not sure if his legs would support him. Smirking, Sasha stood and walked around him. Noting his bright red ass, his tear-stained face, his total and abject humiliation evident in the way he slumped, Sasha pushed him back onto her bed. Swinging his ankles up, she secured his ankles and wrists to the four corners of her bed. Flat on his back now, Greg felt his burning ass sting even more as it made contact with the bed linen. Standing looking down at Greg, Sasha began to stroke her own body, playing with her nipples, stroking her soft skin; her green eyes locking onto Greg's anguished ones. Unable to look away, Greg suffered even more torment as his cock twitched and throbbed in response to her teasing. Sasha turned, walked to her chest of drawers and began taking out various items of clothing. She showed Greg her green cincher with the dangling suspenders, her white cotton gloves and a pair of the sheerest nylons Greg had ever seen. He groaned loudly as Sasha walked back in front of him and slowly draped the nylon up his body from his toes to his face. The nylon tickled his skin, making Greg's body hyper-sensitive, his cock at bursting point. Standing close to him, Sasha wrapped the cincher around her body. Her breasts peeked deliciously over the top, her nipples hard and inviting. She drew on her white gloves and bent down and reached for the nylons once more. Raising her foot and placing it on the bed, Greg's eyes were unable to look anywhere but the moist glistening core of his mistress. Warm woman-scent filled his nostrils as she began rolling the first nylon up her leg. Greg laid there transfixed. He knew if she so much as breathed on him he would cum. She had tormented and teased him so well, even hearing the faint whisper of nylon on skin drove him mad with desire. Having attached the suspenders, Sasha changed to the other leg. "What do you think of the shade Greg?" Sasha dangled the nylon in front of him "Oh God you know I love it mistress! I – I can't take much more mistress, please let me cum!" Greg implored, whimpering again "Mistress is so good at driving her boy wild. She knows just how to enslave him!" Frantically, Greg tried to calm himself, but the torment was racing to its peak. Sasha watched him, judging her timing acutely. She swapped over the foot on the bed with the one on the floor and began putting on the second nylon; behaving as if she had not heard Greg's plaintive cries. With the suspenders fixed to her stockings, she climbed onto the bed. Kneeling astride Greg's face, nylons rasping against his ears, she slowly descended. Her hot wet pussy becoming the centre of Greg's universe as he frantically began licking. Now it was Sasha's turn to moan. Greg's tongue flicked over her clit as she began to ride his face. Her juices were flowing, pouring into his mouth. Greg was in heaven. He adored her taste; her soft velvety folds caressing his tongue with every movement. Sharp nails raked his torso as she raced towards her climax. His back arching in response, Greg renewed his efforts drawing her clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it with deadly accuracy. Suddenly Sasha shrieked, clamping his head between her nyloned knees, spurting juice straight down his throat as she came. With Sasha juddering and moaning atop him, Greg squirmed gasping for air, trying to breathe but at the same time loving the nectar that was coating his mouth and throat. Panting, Sasha raised herself off Greg's face. He gratefully drew in huge lungfuls of air, smiling up at her. She climbed off him and moved to between his feet. Leaning back against the footboard of the bed, Sasha used her feet and toes to caress Greg's cock and balls. Gasping, he knew he would not hold out much longer. He begged Sasha, pleaded with her. "Mistress you know your boy loves you, I have tried to please you, please let me cum mistress... please!" Sasha smiled, her toes caressing up and down. "Very well slut you may cum" All the pent up emotions of the morning were released as Greg's balls tightened and thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock. Gasping and moaning, Greg writhed on the bed, Sasha's toes still forcing his now over-sensitive cock to keep pumping, draining him dry. Removing her gloves, Sasha's soft hands scooped up his mess and she held them to his mouth. "Clean up slut" she whispered, smiling into his eyes. Greg licked and sucked her fingers clean. Untying his bindings and replacing the dreaded chastity on his now flaccid cock, Sasha glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "Oh my! Look at the time! My friend is due here soon! Quick Greg, we are so late!" Greg smiled, rising from the bed and followed that pert ass into the bathroom once more...