Punishing the Petticoat Slut

I sat at the bar - nursing a G & T, swinging my leg idly to and fro waiting for you to arrive. We'd arranged to meet and yet there I was, perched on a bar stool. The pub was fairly full, not too noisy but enough couples and groups for me to be fairly obvious as being "alone". I was channelling my inner rock and roll chick, 1950's circle dress, cinch belt tight waisted, the halterneck giving a cleavage you could have ski'd down and acres of petticoats underneath for volume. Six layers of chiffon with a soft rustling layer of taffeta next to my stocking clad legs. Sliding my hand down my thigh, I could feel the suspender straps even through the petticoat layers. I was feeling damn hot and totally horny.
I drained the glass, frustrated at your behaviour, when another highball glass was placed in front of me accompanied with a smile. I turned a leaned back a little to better take in the view.
Tall, ok. Dark haired, yes. Broad and neatly put together in all the right places, Game on.
He introduced himself - "Hello, I'm M__" I coudn't help but notice your dress - how does the skirt stay so full? I raised an eyebrow "you expect me to believe that you don't know? I think you're chancing your arm - you want to see my petticoats don't you?" He laughed, obviously pleased by my directness. "Well, can't pretend I'm not interested - you're all dressed up - no Escort?" I smiled and raised the glass to my lips, stopping just short
of taking a sip - "depends, ask me again in a little while". He saluted with his glass in return - and so the game began.

We chatted, inconseqential nonsense, the small talk that in reality is just the opening moves in an alternative chess game. I glanced across the bar and there you were, watching. Too sissy to come over - not man enough to oust the usurper from your chair. Leaning back a little I crossed and recrossed my legs, letting the skirt fall back just a little baring a few inches of petticoat to your gaze. I saw you swallow hard and drop your hand to your crotch. When I looked back to M__ he was looking at my petticoats too and he grinned when he realised I'd caught him looking. I upped the game and invited him to my room in the ajoining hotel. No demurring or false denials - straight away he agreed and so off we went, the three of us, you uninvited. He looked a little surprised as we reached the room with you still trailing in our wake but I assured him you weren't on his menu.

I slammed the door behind you as you entered, grasped the back of your neck and kicked the back of your legs hard with my shiny platform heels, buckling your legs, forcing you to your knees on that grubby hotel carpet. "Tardy slut, how dare you show up late and then follow me" I slapped your face hard - three times each cheek, getting my point across - your Mistress is NEVER to be kept waiting. I dragged your sorry arse across to the corner of the room, and taking my hairbrush wacked your arse. I instructed you to strip and then gave you one swipe on each cheek for every item of clothing you removed, that costume you wear, keeping the real you hidden from the vanilla world, Revealing all your anti hero glory - the stockings and suspenders I adore you in - you sorry little Slut.

I pulled your hands behind your neck lashing them to your collar and crossing your ankles, tied them too and pushed a ballgag into your mouth before buckling it up tight. Wasn't finished though, oh no, I got the ice bucket and plunged your cock and balls straight in - causing all the blood to rush out of them, leaving you limp and pathetic. Taking a silk stocking, I tied them tight, as tight as I could - separating each testicle and around the base of your flaccid little member. Now you were stuck in that corner, kneeling submissive and unable to get hard, facing the kingsize playground you weren't getting to play on. I know how much that hurts -but I wasn't finished yet.

M__ had removed his clothes too but was still looking sideways at you - "never mind her" I said "just ignore she's there, I will after all". I placed my hand flat on his chest and pushed, He went down like a felled tree and I took immediate and full advantage. He had a magnificent cock - thick enough my fingers barely circled him now he was completely hard and pulsing with need. I looked over at the mirror - I could see you watching, the longing in your eyes shouting what your poor confined cock and balls couldn't. I slid my wet pussy down over that large hard cock, taking all of him inside me, all the time watching your expression. "Mirror, Mirror on the wall - who's the biggest sissy bitch of all? - That'll be you - that's why I brought this stud back here because you can't measure up" I laughed, raising up and sliding back down watching your hungry expression as you could only watch as his cock disappeared in all those chiffon petticoats.

It's worse for you because you know how incredible it feels to rub an aching cock through soft lining and rustling petticoats. To wrap satin over your hard cock and balls and slide your hand over and over until you can't stand it any longer and you beg me to let your caged cock out and let you cum. But not that day my beauty - He made me cum and scream for what seemed like hours all the while I watched you watching me with no hope of a release of any kind. Finally when I was sated and sleepy, I climbed off the bed, thanked him politely and sent him away. Crossing to the corner I released your tethers and removed the gag leaving the stocking on. You stayed kneeling as I shoved my shiny platform heel into your mouth and pushed hard, as hard as I could making you gag on it's six inch length. "Well Slut - tell me how grateful you are I allowed you to stay?"
You grovelled very prettily, worshiping my shoes and stocking clad legs until I grew bored and then instructed you to dress yourself and leave.

Every Mistress needs her beauty sleep.