An Unlikely Dominatrix - pt 2

Life can take strange turns, six months ago if anyone had told me that me, Elizabeth Kelpie, would have embarked on an affair with her cross dressing next door neighbour, if you’d have said that I’d become a whip wielding, leather wearing Domme, I have fallen over laughing. But that’s exactly what happened.

I’d lusted after Tom Kincaid for months, before the night I discovered his fetish for wearing, and wanking in ladies’ lingerie. I admit, seeing him dressed in his silk panties awoke desires in me that I didn’t know I had. In the time that had passed I’d become his mistress, not the run of the mill, bit on the side when the wife isn’t around kind, not even the yes miss, no miss kind, but a weird hybrid of the two.

With Tom having to go away for a fortnight for work I was sure that he’d miss our playtime as much as me, so I decided to make his work trip one that he’d never forget.

I booked a room in the hotel that he had mentioned he was staying in and started getting ready to surprise him.

I vamped up my everyday makeup, smoky grey shades of eye shadow and lashings of black mascara making my blue eyes sparkle. I completed the look with ruby red lipstick, and set about dressing to wow.

Glancing in the mirror as I dressed I pulled the laces on my leather corset a little tighter, admiring the way the corset nipped my waist in and pushed my breasts out. I loved the feel against my skin, the soft leather moulding to my breasts, clinging around the nipples. I decided to team the corset with a black silk G string; the cool fabric felt amazing as it brushed against my freshly waxed pussy. I grabbed a pair of black fishnet hold up stockings, rolling them up over my legs and settling them in place before stepping into my steel tipped stilettos. I took a red knee length coat out of my case, fastened it up then pulled a patent leather belt around my waist.

I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I left the suite and headed down to the hotel bar where I knew I’d find Tom.

Entering the bar, I saw several groups of people settled to get a good view of some big football match that was on the bar’s huge screen TV. I walked to the bar, catching the gaze of the tall dark haired barman.

“What can I get you love?” He said, in a thick southern Irish accent.

“A glass of white wine please.”

I watched as he chilled the glass with ice before pouring the drink. “£2:70 love.”

I handed over the cash and walked to a small table that gave me a good view of the barroom. I took a sip from the glass and enjoyed the sweet tartness of the wine filling my mouth; when he walked in with a few other guys, they went straight to the bar and ordered their drinks. Tom was wearing a white tee shirt with a cartoonish drawing of Deputy Dawg on the front, a navy blazer, dark fitted jeans and a battered white pair of converse. I drank in how he looked, mentally removing each item of clothing, trying to figure out whether or not he was wearing his satin panties under his clothes.

The group of lads, having gotten their drinks, walked to the corner booth directly opposite my own table. I smirked as Tom sat in the only seat that was facing my direction, the others sat facing the TV.

It didn’t take long before he noticed me. I could feel his eyes on me; catching his gaze I smiled and unfastened the top two buttons of my coat. Glancing around the room to make sure that no one else was privy to my little show, I pulled my lapels apart showcasing my breasts pushed up in their tight leather confines.

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