over and that she was sparkling fresh. After blow drying her hair and brushing it back off her face, applying a minimum amount of make-up and lip gloss, she dressed in the outfit she had selected. She chose a beautiful set of lingerie from La Perla consisting of white satin panties with an intricate lace waist band and a matching satin and lace bra that enhanced her natural curves perfectly.
After carefully sliding into a new pair of sheer thigh highs with a black seam running up the back of her legs, she stepped into her favorite ‘Come fuck me’ shoes, as she called them. They were an open-toed black leather pump with 5-inch heels by Christian Laboutin. She knew that the red soles drove men wild and she enjoyed being seen in them. She had no intention of driving in them, but she had to parade around her bedroom making sure she would move with elegance and poise, checking herself from all angles. She was quite proud of what she saw. She then donned a lacy white blouse that buttoned up the front. It was tailored to fit her perfectly, again with a look of elegance. She finished off the ensemble with a white figure following linen skirt that came down just above her knees.
With her shoes in a bag and a pair of slip ons on her feet, she commenced the drive to Mr. James , or Sir James as she was now getting used to calling him after her slip up on the phone the previous evening. Traffic was horrendous on her way up town and despite having left more than enough time under normal circumstances, it looked like she might be late.
Despite her concern , she decided that it was better to be late and to face the consequences rather than not get there at all. Managing to park the car just down from his apartment building at about 5:55, she decided to put her pumps on when she arrived at the building rather than risk damaging them on the surface of the road and sidewalk. In addition, she no longer had time to walk elegantly to his building wearing shoes like that so she quickly locked her car and strode as quickly as she could to his front door, pushing the intercom button a few seconds after 6pm.
She was buzzed in , and as she waited for the elevator, she put her pumps on and shoved her other shoes into her handbag. She then took a few deep breaths to calm herself down and checked herself in the elevator mirror. When he opened the door of his apartment, there was a look of mutual surprise on both their faces although he was very quick to resume his usual inscrutable look. As was his custom, he held out his hand to take Natalie’s and kiss it in welcome. He looked into her eyes and a smile broke out as he said, “Thank you for coming, Natalie. You look stunning if I may be so bold. Let me take your handbag.”
She handed it to him and without releasing her other hand he turned and led her into the living room. She felt her heartbeat and her nerv ousness increasing as she took in his appearance. He was wearing black leather trousers that had what Natalie thought to be a strange looking cod piece covering his crotch. The way it sat indicated a significant bulge beneath it and Natalie wondered whether he was pleased to see her. He certainly appeared to be. What really took her attention though was the pair of handcuffs that were hanging from one of his belt loops. A little further around, she saw the riding crop hanging from one of the other belt loops.
He stopped her in the middle of the floor at the same point she had been standing in her previous visit. Turning to face her , and without saying a word, he produced the blindfold once again, and this time he fitted it over her head and tightened the straps himself. The combination of his hand holding hers as they walked in, his general proximity to her and the other sights she had seen before he robbed her of her sight, nearly made her swoon. That delicious combination of fear tinged with excitement that she was coming to love had already made her nipples hard and she could feel her