For the sensual, description is everything. The collar. The collar is custom-made; one of two; her request. This particular one matches the corset. The corset—the "bustier." The collar. Literally, no choker here. She is disciplined. Her collars merely evoke ownership. She belongs. She is well kept; and kept well. Tonite: more adventure. The collar—it must be described.
Flat, thin black leather; quilted by gold strands; the gold "d" ring fixed front and back—consider: leading or stalking. She is so proficient at both. Simple black leather lead—gold collar clasp. It matches; the collar that is—matches the "bustier"—the corset. The corset—a sheath of smooth black leather; quilted again by gold thread—a match, not only for her collar; but for the winter-wheat "hair" she would wear tonite—theatrical—they love "theatrical"—the show. Both of them would be dyed tonite…black blonds—winter-wheat wonders….masked in black. The corset. Pushing her up and out. Demi-cupped; covering, elevating, holding the breasts. Nipples and aureoles escaping, seeking, searching—missionary, as in on a mission—she is….
Description. Stockings—black, almost opaque; seamed…he'll "straighten them—for the hell of it—for the touch…the electricity that passes between them by merest provocation; by inadvertence. The heels. The heels: black, patent leather; six inch stilettos. She is 5' 6-7"; he 5'8"….do the math—he loves it…so does she….
Finally, the trench. Simple, yet elegant. To her ankles; double breasted; belted. She (or he) may choose complete concealment, or the "appropriate" exposure—it is simply a matter of choice, mood, "feeling"—the degree to which either of them might want to be "felt"—and by whom…..tonite, tease a bit—belt it, open from collar to navel…well, not quite—and from the top to the thigh down. Allow her to move—to walk in; to make her entrance—their entrance. Her outfit, in summary: collar, lead, corset, stockings, heels, trench—and of course, opera-length leather gloves…over the elbow, stopping just below the shoulder….
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