Completely Covered

[Kajira Callista]

Completely covered with a hint of sexy and a pinch of the chance of a little glimpse.
Guaranteed to get the little devil sparkle in their eyes and that slight nostril flare that they have no control over and i find extremely endearing.


I have come to realize that heels or not i still look short, only in heels...i look short with heels on lol.

 

[Cherrysweetdeal]

Besides, as much as I like looking at other women, they just don't do for me what she does. So its like they may as well cover up.

I have a feeling G feels the same about me in this sense. It's a warm fuzzy feeling when you know someone would rather have you then the ones you are jealous of.

 

[CutieMouse]

*****

 

[SirFace]

Besides, as much as I like looking at other women, they just don't do for me what she does. So its like they may as well cover up.

Ahhh, exactly like I feel. Or , if I am leering at another women, its only in the fantasy context of her perhaps doing both of us. Who knows, someday, maybe not so much of a fantasy.

 

[FurryFury]

I enjoy looking at other women, if they are hot looking I mean, with my husband.

Sadly he doesn't seem to enjoy looking at other men with me!

WTF???

*pouts*

Fury

 

[Acoradra]

I enjoy looking at other women, if they are hot looking I mean, with my husband.

Sadly he doesn't seem to enjoy looking at other men with me!

WTF???

*pouts*

Fury

hypocrite.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Never mind me ......just taking notes......

 

[crazybbwgirl]

*wonders if I should re-think the mini skirt for today...?*

 

[Ebonyfire]

Oh Shy we have that issue here, as well. Ew.

I wish someone would thwap some sense into girls (and women) who think dressing trashily is akin to being sexy/erotic.

Nodding my head in agreement. I think the hoochie mama look went out with men in leisure suits, but some women/girls have not gotten the memo.

As a female dominant, I enjoy being the woman of mystery dressed as I please, but always with taste and discretion. But then, I am never touched by a slave or sub unless I have given him permission. I do the touching, and my boys dress to please me.

Eb [looking good, feeling good, but always in good taste]

 

[FurryFury]

Nodding my head in agreement. I think the hoochie mama look went out with men in leisure suits, but some women/girls have not gotten the memo.

As a female dominant, I enjoy being the woman of mystery dressed as I please, but always with taste and discretion. But then, I am never touched by a slave or sub unless I have given him permission. I do the touching, and my boys dress to please me.

Eb [looking good, feeling good, but always in good taste]

Well I do like to dress all "hoochie mama" sometimes. I have to make sure it works for my body and the occasion though. It's rare.

Usually something I'm wearing is "hot" in some way though, subtle. I am not a Dom of course but, even so, people don't generally touch me unless I want them to. Except small kids who often want to hug me and I love that!

Fury

 

[Ebonyfire]

Well I do like to dress all "hoochie mama" sometimes. I have to make sure it works for my body and the occasion though. It's rare.

Usually something I'm wearing is "hot" in some way though, subtle. I am not a Dom of course but, even so, people don't generally touch me unless I want them to. Except small kids who often want to hug me and I love that!

Fury

One of the perks of being a Domme is that I control what I wear and when I wear it. I can dress down or dress up, depending on how I feel. I prefer to control my sub's clothing. I decide how he looks, and my opinion is what matters.

Eb

 

[Cherrysweetdeal]

Well I do like to dress all "hoochie mama" sometimes. I have to make sure it works for my body and the occasion though. It's rare.

Usually something I'm wearing is "hot" in some way though, subtle.

I like to keep the rule if your showing a bit on the top don't show to much skin on the bottom. So if you wear a lowcut shirt wear a nice pair of pants or a knee length skirt, something. Other way around if you wear a nice skirt that shows some leg then put on a shirt thats covering you up slightly.

No need to show to much, what is there to leave to the imagination if your showing all the pieces at once.

 

[FurryFury]

I like to keep the rule if your showing a bit on the top don't show to much skin on the bottom. So if you wear a lowcut shirt wear a nice pair of pants or a knee length skirt, something. Other way around if you wear a nice skirt that shows some leg then put on a shirt thats covering you up slightly.

No need to show to much, what is there to leave to the imagination if your showing all the pieces at once.

Good rule and I follow it 99.9% of the time.

Sometimes I go to a con though.

All bets are off in New Orleans or at a con!

Fury

 

[LordHawk]

A Little Story

He walked up to the door of his house, grumbling about the idiots at his office. Then he cursed even more when he fumbled the key in the lock. He dumped his briefcase in the recliner in the living room and loosened his tie. Looking around the living room, he raised a brow. His stepchildren had gone back to their father's the night before, so why was their toys still strewn about where they had left them. He dropped his suit jacket into the recliner and stalked on into the house. He frowned when he saw that yesterday's dishes had not been done either. All day to do dishes and they were not done? His eyes narrowed, partly at himself. All the long hours at work had meant he had been neglecting his little one, and he well knew that with her, give her an inch and she'll take a mile.
He found her out in the garden, playing with the cats. She was wearing a short little sundress and when she spread her legs as the cat ran up to her he saw the flash of lace between her thighs. He growled deeply. Little one knew the rules, she was to wear no panties unless her clothing made it necessary or he told her to. Master found his arousal matching his desire to punish her. He stared at that patch of white, finding it infinitely more arousing then if he had been staring at her bare slit.
Little one smiled to herself as she petted the kitten, keeping her legs spread so Master could look as long as he wanted. Perhaps she had been bad enough that Master would punish her. She knew what he was going through at work and also knew what he needed even if he didn't.
"Hello, little one," master said in that soft drawl.
Little one rose to her feet, ensuring Master got a nice look down the top of her dress as she did so. "Hey, honey," she purred, hugging him. "How was work?"
"Honey is it?" Master asked as a large hand squeezed her ass hard. "I've been leaving you alone to much then. You don't clean the house, your wearing panties, you don't greet your master properly."
Little one looked up at Master innocently. "But Master hasn't been coming home, Honey," she said, batting her lashes at him.
Master growled again, one hand grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. "Well, he is home now." He kissed her hard, his tongue diving into her mouth, sweeping past hers, claiming her again as his own. She moaned into his mouth as she melted against his body, her own tongue curling around his. She ground her hips against his crotch, feeling his arousal as she felt herself grow wet. Oh God how she needed this. Her fingers dug into his biceps as his mouth attached itself to her throat. She gasped as she felt his teeth bite into the soft flesh. She wimpered as her pussy lips fluttered. By the gods, how it felt to show her throat to this man. Her hips rubbed against his erection, feeling the heat of it even through their layers of clothing.
Master raised his head and leaned back, looking at his little slut with a possessive smile. She just oozed sex at this moment; her eyes hooded and glazed with desire and need, her full breasts heaved, nipples poking out through her dress. His smile widened when she dropped to her knees in the soft grass, kneeling before him. "Welcome home, Master," she said huskily.
He replied by putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her over. She squeaked when she hit the ground, looking up at him. Again he caught a glimpse of that damnable lace as she moved her legs out from under her and spread them. He licked his lips when he saw the wet spot on her thong and thanked the gods he had worn boxers this day. Master hurriedly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. Little one moaned deeply when she saw his thick erection. God but she loved that cock. It wasn't the longest one she'd ever had but it was magnificently thick and perfectly proportioned top to bottom. Aiee and the head on that thing!
Master slapped her thigh when he saw the pleading look in her eyes and that she had spread her legs even further apart. He knelt between her legs and pulled and twisted her thong out of the way then slapped her bare sodden pussy. She moaned and cried out, "Ohh yess Master!" He slapped it again before he drew her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. That big swollen cock head pressed against her cunt, slipping up and down the wet slit seeking the entrance. Ah there it was. Master slammed forward, growling when he discovered just how hot and wet she was for him. He drove forward until he was seated completely inside her and leaned forward until her knees were practically on the ground on either side of her head. Little one moaned, knowing there was little she could do in this position except take everything Master wanted to give her.
Little one moaned and cried out with every hard stroke as Master drove himself into her completely with every thrust. Their bodies slammed together, her juices flying off her cunt. Every movement of his cock ran along the top of her cunt, rubbing her spot and clit. Soon she was floating on the pleasure, reveling in the way Master used her. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt and she screamed and moaned as she humped the best she could under him. She screamed louder as Master leaned forward a bit more and thrust harder and she felt the head of his cock strike her cervix. He continued to pound her this way as she grunted and screamed with the pain and pleasure of it.
Master leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Cum." Her back arched and she froze for a instant then she went wild under him, bucking and twisting as much as she could. Master continued thrusting into her as she came, her cunt soaking his cock. Growling when his cock slipped out of her, he pushed at her seeking her cunt.
"M M Master, higher. Tha That's my..." she tried to say, panting then squealing loudly as he thrust into her ass. She moaned as the ring of her asshole gave way to the big head, stretching around the rim then snapping close on the shaft. Master groaned at the tight heat and continued to thrust smoothly. Little one moaned as he worked ever deeper into her little ass, the burning mixing with the pleasure of Master using her for his pleasure. She felt his cock swelling even before it was completely inside her and moaned again. "ohhhhh yess Master, fuck my assss!"
His breathing was harsh as he drove in and out of her, his sweat long since sweated through. His cock was swollen fit to bust and she could feel his heavy tight balls slapping against her. "Ohhh Master, cum in me, please Master, forgive me and give me your cummm!"
He drove himself in as deep as he could as he felt his cum rising. He cried out as he bucked against her, flooding her ass with his seed. Little one clenched her ass on him and worked his hips against him, prolonging his orgasm as long as she could. Master slumped against his slut, eyes shut as his chest heaved for breath. He stirred himself and pulled out of her and slumped to the side. Little one ran her fingers over her stretched ass, feeling the cum trickling out of the slowly closing hole.
"Mmmm, welcome home Master," she purred in his ear as she snuggled up against his side.

 

[saw_man1]

When I go out, I make it a point to wear clothes that cover at least part of me.

I learned that lesson the hard way.

 

[FurryFury]

When I go out, I make it a point to wear clothes that cover at least part of me.

I learned that lesson the hard way.

Good plan!

LMAO!

Fury

 

[myinnerslut]

He walked up to the door of his house, grumbling about the idiots at his office. Then he cursed even more when he fumbled the key in the lock. He dumped his briefcase in the recliner in the living room and loosened his tie. Looking around the living room, he raised a brow. His stepchildren had gone back to their father's the night before, so why was their toys still strewn about where they had left them. He dropped his suit jacket into the recliner and stalked on into the house. He frowned when he saw that yesterday's dishes had not been done either. All day to do dishes and they were not done? His eyes narrowed, partly at himself. All the long hours at work had meant he had been neglecting his little one, and he well knew that with her, give her an inch and she'll take a mile.
He found her out in the garden, playing with the cats. She was wearing a short little sundress and when she spread her legs as the cat ran up to her he saw the flash of lace between her thighs. He growled deeply. Little one knew the rules, she was to wear no panties unless her clothing made it necessary or he told her to. Master found his arousal matching his desire to punish her. He stared at that patch of white, finding it infinitely more arousing then if he had been staring at her bare slit.
Little one smiled to herself as she petted the kitten, keeping her legs spread so Master could look as long as he wanted. Perhaps she had been bad enough that Master would punish her. She knew what he was going through at work and also knew what he needed even if he didn't.
"Hello, little one," master said in that soft drawl.
Little one rose to her feet, ensuring Master got a nice look down the top of her dress as she did so. "Hey, honey," she purred, hugging him. "How was work?"
"Honey is it?" Master asked as a large hand squeezed her ass hard. "I've been leaving you alone to much then. You don't clean the house, your wearing panties, you don't greet your master properly."
Little one looked up at Master innocently. "But Master hasn't been coming home, Honey," she said, batting her lashes at him.
Master growled again, one hand grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. "Well, he is home now." He kissed her hard, his tongue diving into her mouth, sweeping past hers, claiming her again as his own. She moaned into his mouth as she melted against his body, her own tongue curling around his. She ground her hips against his crotch, feeling his arousal as she felt herself grow wet. Oh God how she needed this. Her fingers dug into his biceps as his mouth attached itself to her throat. She gasped as she felt his teeth bite into the soft flesh. She wimpered as her pussy lips fluttered. By the gods, how it felt to show her throat to this man. Her hips rubbed against his erection, feeling the heat of it even through their layers of clothing.
Master raised his head and leaned back, looking at his little slut with a possessive smile. She just oozed sex at this moment; her eyes hooded and glazed with desire and need, her full breasts heaved, nipples poking out through her dress. His smile widened when she dropped to her knees in the soft grass, kneeling before him. "Welcome home, Master," she said huskily.
He replied by putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her over. She squeaked when she hit the ground, looking up at him. Again he caught a glimpse of that damnable lace as she moved her legs out from under her and spread them. He licked his lips when he saw the wet spot on her thong and thanked the gods he had worn boxers this day. Master hurriedly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. Little one moaned deeply when she saw his thick erection. God but she loved that cock. It wasn't the longest one she'd ever had but it was magnificently thick and perfectly proportioned top to bottom. Aiee and the head on that thing!
Master slapped her thigh when he saw the pleading look in her eyes and that she had spread her legs even further apart. He knelt between her legs and pulled and twisted her thong out of the way then slapped her bare sodden pussy. She moaned and cried out, "Ohh yess Master!" He slapped it again before he drew her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. That big swollen cock head pressed against her cunt, slipping up and down the wet slit seeking the entrance. Ah there it was. Master slammed forward, growling when he discovered just how hot and wet she was for him. He drove forward until he was seated completely inside her and leaned forward until her knees were practically on the ground on either side of her head. Little one moaned, knowing there was little she could do in this position except take everything Master wanted to give her.
Little one moaned and cried out with every hard stroke as Master drove himself into her completely with every thrust. Their bodies slammed together, her juices flying off her cunt. Every movement of his cock ran along the top of her cunt, rubbing her spot and clit. Soon she was floating on the pleasure, reveling in the way Master used her. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt and she screamed and moaned as she humped the best she could under him. She screamed louder as Master leaned forward a bit more and thrust harder and she felt the head of his cock strike her cervix. He continued to pound her this way as she grunted and screamed with the pain and pleasure of it.
Master leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Cum." Her back arched and she froze for a instant then she went wild under him, bucking and twisting as much as she could. Master continued thrusting into her as she came, her cunt soaking his cock. Growling when his cock slipped out of her, he pushed at her seeking her cunt.
"M M Master, higher. Tha That's my..." she tried to say, panting then squealing loudly as he thrust into her ass. She moaned as the ring of her asshole gave way to the big head, stretching around the rim then snapping close on the shaft. Master groaned at the tight heat and continued to thrust smoothly. Little one moaned as he worked ever deeper into her little ass, the burning mixing with the pleasure of Master using her for his pleasure. She felt his cock swelling even before it was completely inside her and moaned again. "ohhhhh yess Master, fuck my assss!"
His breathing was harsh as he drove in and out of her, his sweat long since sweated through. His cock was swollen fit to bust and she could feel his heavy tight balls slapping against her. "Ohhh Master, cum in me, please Master, forgive me and give me your cummm!"
He drove himself in as deep as he could as he felt his cum rising. He cried out as he bucked against her, flooding her ass with his seed. Little one clenched her ass on him and worked his hips against him, prolonging his orgasm as long as she could. Master slumped against his slut, eyes shut as his chest heaved for breath. He stirred himself and pulled out of her and slumped to the side. Little one ran her fingers over her stretched ass, feeling the cum trickling out of the slowly closing hole.
"Mmmm, welcome home Master," she purred in his ear as she snuggled up against his side.

i like!!

hot!

 

[Caitlynne]

Nothing causes whiplash faster than:

heels
stockings
[corset]
vintage dress (or suit from the 40s)
excellent posture
matching handbag
red lipstick

Period.

Skimpy dressing may get a quick response, but classy beats it every time.

I'm a big fan of classic dresses. My favorite era is actually late 30's - 40's. I love the fabric and the way the bodice and waist is constructed on dresses during that time. Some 'classic' 1930's bedgowns also have the same bodice and waist pattern--very well tailored. It was pretty standard during that era.

Anyway, I have to agree, I prefer this kind of clothing and I've been lucky in that the He's in my life did too. That's not to say the time never came for 'pure trashy slut' wear, because it certainly did.

 

[Cherrysweetdeal]

Good rule and I follow it 99.9% of the time.

Sometimes I go to a con though.

All bets are off in New Orleans or at a con!

Fury

I admit I do let a little to much leg show once in awhile but I'm sure G doesn't mind at all. Only in the bedroom for him.

 

[FurryFury]

I admit I do let a little to much leg show once in awhile but I'm sure G doesn't mind at all. Only in the bedroom for him.

Sounds good!

I've been followed down Bourbon Street, with a guy literally crying and asking my "bodyguards" and buds why I was dressed like that.

LMAO!

Of course that was many, many years ago.

Fury

 

[LordHawk]

Please feel free to let me know what you think of the story. If it's any good perhaps I could be persuaded to write more.

 

[babiesmiles]

I like fashion and I like sexy dresses and shoes , unfortunately due to problems with the recovering of the leg I broke eight months ago now I am doomed to jeans or trousers and colourful sneakers even on job ( I used to dress very formal and someway sexy on job in comparison with my spare time when I regress to a truly " jungle daughter" look ..lol ) .

I hope with my next surgery in a 3 months I will be able to recover fully and be back quickly to my beloved high heels and formal suits and dresses.

For now I take comfort wearing lovely blouses and ( sometimes when the situation allows me ) corsets with trousers and I have discovered a new attention and pleasure in matching accessories with my forced limitated way of dressing .

 

[LordHawk]

Here's hoping it works out well for you, babiesmiles.

 

[babiesmiles]

Here's hoping it works out well for you, babiesmiles.

Thank you very much LH

 

[LordHawk]

My pleasure. I love seeing women who wear nice clothes, suits or dresses and look nice and formal. Then peeling it away and seeing the sexiest underwear or lingerie underneath. It's like opening a gift or peeling away the businesswoman to reveal my little slut that only I know.