The Capture
At first glance Len could see that there were several beautiful garments inside the box. This was such a wonderful dream, he thought. He decided to prolong the dream as long as he could and quickly removed a matching nightie and bed jacket set from the box and closed the lid. Then rushed to put it on. It felt marvelous against his skin. There was a short cream colored silken gown, trimmed with delicate peach colored lace. It had a deep plunging neckline. The matching bed jacket was lightly quilted with the same lace edging and pearl like buttons. Len rushed to the mirror and loved the look. He moved his hands along his body, feeling the lovely silk on him found the remnants of his earlier arousal and brought it back to his mind, vividly. "Mmmmmmm," he softly moaned to himself. The next "magic" he pulled from the box was a sweet baby doll pajama set. It was of the finest batiste he'd even seen, it was nearly silk like. It was a pale pink and trimmed with a gentle eyelet lace. The top was very delicate as were the shorts that completed the outfit. He knew that this would be his favorite for when he was in a little girlish mood. He decided that a small pitcher of mimosa's would be ideal for this fun and scurried off to the kitchen to prepare it. As he was taking the tray back to his bedroom there was a small knock at the door. He really didn't want to have this time interrupted. He wondered why they didn't use the doorbell. Just then there was another little knock and a familiar voice saying, "Open up sweetie, it's me."
Len could not believe it! As he peeked through the curtain he saw HER standing there. She caught him peeking and smiled. He rushed to open the door. Then realizing how he was dressed he sort of cowered, feeling so exposed. He'd never worn his dainties for someone before.
"Oh sweetie, you look very nice!" Talia exclaimed, while lifting his chin.
"Thank you so much! I love the things you sent!" Len gushed.
"I was hoping not to miss the fashion show" Talia spotted the tray, "you'll need another glass, sweetie." "Oh, yes!" Len exclaimed as he ran to the kitchen. When he returned he grabbed the tray and led her to his bedroom. "The bedroom, so soon! You slut!" Talia scolded and then laughed, as Len laughed too.
They spent time drinking the mimosa's as he worked his way through his "magic" box. It was the best time Len had ever had. They laughed and joked, it was a very happy time for him. He wished it would never end. Suddenly, it was late afternoon and they both were hungry. Talia wanted Chinese, so Len had some delivered and served it nicely on his best dishes. Talia had decided that in the spirit of their "lingerie party" she'd shed her jacket and skirt. Underneath it she had on a beautiful black lace camisole over a black lace bra, black lace panties, and lace topped black thigh high stockings. The ensemble displayed her ample form magnificently, her large breasts, the pout of her tummy and her shapely legs with large thighs. Len was even more aroused. He was glad that they were sitting down to dinner so he could hide it and try to calm himself. Dinner was wonderful, they chatted about his new lingerie and each others lives. Talia had finished and got up. Len's heart sank, he thought she might be ready to go. "Clean this all up nicely, sweetie. I will pop in a movie and wait for you" Talia commanded and went off to his bedroom. "Yes," Len said as he began to gather up the dishes and silverware. Talia yelled back, "I'd prefer, yes, Mistress" Len was startled but quickly responded, "Yes, Mistress", and although his knowledge of BDSM was very limited, he knew right away that she was a take charge type of woman and wanted to somehow belong to her. Maybe this was the start.
He cleaned up the dinner dishes in record time and scurried off to the bedroom to see this Goddess again. She lay there on his bed watching a movie. He tried to recognize which one this was from his collection but couldn't. The scene was of a young man dressed only in a white lace camisole, white lace topped thigh highs and white high-heeled pumps. He was kneeling before a large woman holding a large wooden paddle. "I brought this one with me sweetie," Talia smiled at him and patted the bed beside her, beckoning him to join her. He slid next to her. He noticed he was dressed similar to the guy in the tape, except he had on matching tap pants and no high-heels. "There are some things on here I'd like you to see." With that she rewinded the tape. The title was Making him Your Perfect girl. Talia already knew from their dinner chat that his relationship history was limited and he had curiousity about BDSM but no real experience. He did know that he was a sissy. Len was surprised and happy that she wanted to make anything of him! She leaned closer, grabbing him roughly by the front of his camisole and kissed him deep and hard, then said, "So, pay attention, sweetie" Len said, "Yes" With that he felt the sting of something across his leg, she'd hit him with something! "Yes, what?" "Yes, Mistress," he said quickly. She smiled and moved in closer to him, easing his pain and placed her "weapon" behind her.
To be continued.
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