“Yes, though I’m not certain which ones.”
“Boots?” Liz asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Of course,” I said with a smile.
“Strap-on?” Liz inquired.
I laughed out loud and nudged myself forward in my chair so I could feel the dampness and pressure. I couldn’t believe how soaked I was just sitting here talking about playing out my fantasies.
“Maybe,” I teased back.
Liz slapped her hand down on the table and nodded while laughing.
“Good, Elise. You go home and get that pillow sub in line. I’ll talk with James and give him your contact information.”
“Thank you, Liz.”
We walked to the parking lot together, and Liz mentioned that she felt she needed to go home and take a little time for herself. ‘Taking a little time’ was our code phrase for playing with ourselves. When Liz hugged me before I got into my car, I noticed those aching nipples of mine even more.
The car ride home was agonizing, and I continually moved my hips forward against the tightness of my pants. Since I had an SUV, I sat up higher than most cars and didn’t think twice about sliding my finger along the dampness of the pants. My pussy lips felt puffy, and though I refused to touch my clit, I was well aware that it was engorged.
When I got inside, I went straight to the closet, where my corsets hung on beautiful satin hangers. I had visited this closet many other times since Jacob’s death, but I had never been able to actually pull a corset out. Today, there was no hesitation, and that alone excited me. I pulled out my navy silk corset with the black lace. This was one of the few that I currently had where I could put on entirely on my own. I hung the hanger on the old-fashioned coat and hat rack that was next to my vanity.
From a drawer that was inside the vintage armoire, I pulled out a pair of black lace stockings. These were one of my favorites because the crotch could open. There were a few tiny delicate snaps that, when tugged on just right, would expose my pussy.
I quickly shed all of my clothes and glanced at my drenched panties before tossing them to the side. I opened another drawer in the armoire and quickly found a medium-sized beige dildo. Sheer excitement pumped through my body as I ran my finger along the veins. I set it on the vanity and pulled on the stockings up most of the way and then reached for the dildo. I propped my right foot upon the floral upholstered vanity bench and pushed the thick, veiny cock inside. It felt incredible. I closed my eyes for a moment to savor the feeling before I pulled my stockings up the rest of the way.
I stood in front of the mirror of the vanity and stared at myself. Since Jacob’s death, I had occupied my time with working out and taking good care of my body. I was damn proud of myself and thought my body looked the best it had ever looked. For a moment, I thought about snapping a picture and sending it to Liz. We used to do that a lot to get opinions from one another before going to the club. Liz and I had actually played with one another on occasion as well, so sending a partially naked picture wouldn’t be odd or out of the norm for us, but we hadn’t done anything or sent pictures since Jacob’s death.
I worked my way into the beautiful corset and then stood in front of the mirror again to admire how fabulous that I looked in it. My hands rubbed under my breasts against the silk and lace. I loved the way they felt in the confinements of the corset. The top of the corset was adorned with a fringe of lace that tickled my cleavage when I moved my shoulder. I stepped into my thigh-high leather boots and stared in the mirror.
“Looking sharp,” I said under my breath.
I reached for my cell phone and took a few pictures in a few different poses. I sent them to Liz without second-guessing myself.
Elise: How do I look?
Liz: Hot as hell! Where’s the strap-on?
I laughed out loud at her text back and went back to the armoire. I opened another drawer and pulled out the strap-on harness and the dildo that went with it. I stepped into the harness, attached the dildo, and took a look at myself in the vanity mirror.
Hot!
I sent Liz a picture and then went back to the closet. Hanging over the neck of a hanger was the leather wrist strap to Jacob’s crop. Whenever I dressed up and reprimanded the pillow sub, I always took Jacob’s crop. I brought the handle to my nose and took a deep breath to see if Jacob’s scent remained. I smiled as I recognized the scent on the handle.
Proudly, I held Jacob’s crop in my right hand and looked in the mirror. No longer was I afraid or timid about embracing my dominant side. I was ready to live again.
* * *
I dressedin the navy corset that I wore the other afternoon, and some sheer black stockings before making my way to Club Oxygen in the Hollywood area. With the usual Friday night traffic, it had been nearly an hour-long drive from my home in Riverside. But I had been adamant about not wanting to go to the club where Jacob and I belonged, so this was the price I was willing to pay for the anonymity.
Liz had told me of the conversation that she had had with James a few days ago, so I knew that he was up to speed on what I wanted to experience. I spoke to James yesterday on the phone, as well, and I think we went over much of what Liz had talked to him about. I understood that he needed to hear it from me, though. I told him that I often dressed up and would act out some of my fantasies with a pillow. We spoke about limits and if I would be willing to negotiate a session on my first visit to Club Oxygen. I told him that I would be open to that option, but that I mostly wanted to see the club.
James seemed very meticulous and thorough when we talked on the phone, and I had hoped that when I meet him face to face tonight that it wouldn’t be awkward to talk to him or be around him. I was to meet him in the lounge area at 7:00, and he said he would be in black pants and a gray button-up shirt. From pictures that Liz sent me, I also had a good idea of exactly who I was meeting with tonight.
After presenting my identification, I went into the lounge and looked around. Off to the side, I saw James speaking to an intriguing skinny young man. His shirtless pale skin had bandages covering a few places on his chest and arms. Around his neck, he wore a thin red necklace that looked to be made of some material other than metal. The young man stood in his underwear and listened as James spoke to him. From where I stood, it didn’t appear to be a lecture, but from the scowl on the young man’s face, it looked like he was taking it as being reprimanded. Though I couldn’t hear what James was saying, I could hear that his voice was calm and even.
Suddenly, the brain of the Domme in me kicked in, and I began to wonder what he had done. What had his behavior warranted? I conjured up ideas and started to feel the dampness between my legs. I imagined this naughty young man draped over my lap, taking the spanking he deserved.
