Ausus_girl13
Rarely Behaved
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I bite my bottom lip as I wrap my leg around her hips, and then kiss her. I love it when she touches me, so full of delight, abandon, she and I could spend hours just teasing each other mercilessly, I know this.. because we have.
I slide the dress from my arms, exposing my chest and strapless bra, which she promptly slides off my body. I slide my leg down her body, as I step back from her, and let my own black dress slither to the ground. I move from her then, and feel his eyes on me, wondering if I am going to disobey him again, or if for once I will give him my obedience. I will give him this, in my own way of course.
He said to remove her clothing, he never said how. So it's with a quick hand that I have his chef's knife in my hand. I hold out my hand to forestall any comment from him, wondering if he will stop me, when I hear nothing. I stand in front of her and kiss the top of each of her breasts, after I slide the knife into her cleavage, with a tug, the fabric is cut free of her body. I cut the dress from her chest to the slit on her leg, exposing her form. The barest breath comes from her as I move the sharp metal over her skin.
I hold the knife lightly in my hand, stepping behind my vixen, I move her hair over her shoulder, and am careful with my movement.
Placing the knife at the small of her back and slide the cool metal along her skin, it's light enough to not leave a mark, but a movement from her could cut her. I reach the knot of fabric at the back of her neck and give the slightest tug, renting the fabric under the blade. With this last cut the dress falls in tatters to the floor.
Carefully, I lick the knife and return it to the roll. Moving to my vixens side, accepting her hug and caress with my own, as I wonder if he will join us or not.
I slide the dress from my arms, exposing my chest and strapless bra, which she promptly slides off my body. I slide my leg down her body, as I step back from her, and let my own black dress slither to the ground. I move from her then, and feel his eyes on me, wondering if I am going to disobey him again, or if for once I will give him my obedience. I will give him this, in my own way of course.
He said to remove her clothing, he never said how. So it's with a quick hand that I have his chef's knife in my hand. I hold out my hand to forestall any comment from him, wondering if he will stop me, when I hear nothing. I stand in front of her and kiss the top of each of her breasts, after I slide the knife into her cleavage, with a tug, the fabric is cut free of her body. I cut the dress from her chest to the slit on her leg, exposing her form. The barest breath comes from her as I move the sharp metal over her skin.
I hold the knife lightly in my hand, stepping behind my vixen, I move her hair over her shoulder, and am careful with my movement.
Placing the knife at the small of her back and slide the cool metal along her skin, it's light enough to not leave a mark, but a movement from her could cut her. I reach the knot of fabric at the back of her neck and give the slightest tug, renting the fabric under the blade. With this last cut the dress falls in tatters to the floor.
Carefully, I lick the knife and return it to the roll. Moving to my vixens side, accepting her hug and caress with my own, as I wonder if he will join us or not.