I stood up. She gave me the once over.
I removed my jacket and hung it over the back of a chair.
“Now your tie.”
I nervously undid the knot of my tie and draped it over my jacket.
“Shoes and socks”
I clumsily untied my shoe laces, removed my shoes, stuffed them with my socks and shoved them under a chair.
“Are you a good dancer?”
“Oh well.” she said with a smile. “That probably can’t be helped”. Katherine reached over and pressed play on her Iphone. It was attached to a small pair of portable speakers. Raucous, brassy burlesque show music filled the room.
“Take it off. I don’t have all day.”
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, clumsily moving my hips in time to the music. I peeled it off and let it fall to the floor.
“Work it baby!” she exclaimed laughing. Apparently my performance had comedic value if nothing else. Slowly unzipping my pants I let them fall around my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them away.
“Very nice! Satin briefs!” observed Katherine with an approving chuckle. She took a dollar bill from her purse and stuffed it down the front of my shorts.
“Now off with them!” she commanded. She wasn’t laughing anymore.
I peeled off my briefs and stood nude before her. She appraised me coolly as if taking inventory. Then she switched off the music.
I turned around slowly. The silence was abruptly shattered when Katherine brought the palm of her hand down on my ass with a loud smack. I cried out more with surprise than from pain.
“Better get used to it. Your ass is going to be well used tonight.” Her fingers gently explored the contours of my butt then worked their way up to my belly.
“A little chubby but not too bad.” she observed. “I can tell you work out but I’m still going to put you on a diet and exercise program.”
Katherine took my balls in her hand and squeezed. Her touch was a high voltage shock rippling through my nervous system. An involuntary groan escaped my lips. My cock swelled with gratitude.
“These and and every other part of your body belong to me from now on whenever we are together. Understand?”
“Y-yes Ma’am!” I stammered.
“Good boy. Kneel and kiss my shoes.”
The intoxicating smell of high quality leather filled my senses as I knelt to kiss her black Louboutin pumps.
“Lick” she softly commanded. They were dirty from being worn out on the street but I didn’t care. I eagerly ran my tongue over the toes of her shoes. I licked along the sides, dutifully polishing one shoe then the other. She lifted her feet so I could clean the bright red bottoms.
“Suck” she instructed bringing one of her stiletto heels to my lips. I took it gratefully into my mouth and sucked on it like a cock. She kicked me lightly in the balls with her other foot making me jump.
“No dripping on the carpet!” she chuckled.
She slipped her stockinged foot out of her shoe and pressed it against my nose and lips. “Kiss” she whispered seductively. I kissed the bottom of her foot deliriously inhaling the faint odor of sweat.
“Suck” she commanded, pushing her toes into my mouth. I sucked on them enthusiastically until her stocking was soaking wet. She pushed her foot further down my throat making me gag.
“Good boy” she purred slipping her foot back into her shoe. She reached into a large black hand bag and produced a short whip made of supple black leather. It looked well used.
“This is my favorite whip.” she said “It was handmade in Spain; another present from an old friend of mine.”