🫦 Erotic story 🫦 ❤️‍🔥 Submissive (part 02) ❤️‍🔥 I won't lie that I was counting the hours for the week to end and for Friday to arrive. A mix of adrenaline and interest grew in me, running through and awakening every corner of my body, making me fantasize and wish that his hands would land here, in my favorite places. The agreement was that he would make dinner and I would serve him, doing my best to do so: previously chosen lingerie, harness, stockings, garter belt... nothing was left to chance - I had an arsenal of clothes with me to "take off" and the occasion called for it! Since we didn't have a set itinerary, as happens in some domination sessions, I prepared the kitchen with candles in half light, took a long shower with my heart racing with desire and got dressed, already feeling pleasure in the meantime, letting the lace give me goosebumps. At the appointed time, being annoyingly punctual, the doorbell rang. I waited a few seconds, taking a deep breath and staring at him through the peephole. He was wearing the boots that had awakened my desire, a button-down shirt and jeans. I put on a white button-down blouse that showed just a bit of my thighs before the black stockings. I took a deep breath and opened the door, staring at him without knowing what to say. Luckily for me, he took control right there, pulling me by the waist, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek and getting close to my ear and saying: — Wow, it looks like you're ready, huh? From now on, I'm the one in charge, okay? You'll do everything I ask like an obedient little dog and let me do whatever I want to you, won't you? Our safety words are yellow if you're getting close to the limit and red... but I don't think we'll need it since you have that nice ass but you don't like to be spanked — I said this through my teeth, already taking a deep breath and sealing the mood for the night, almost making me change my mind and offer my ass for him to spank right there. — Yes... yes sir! I answered and, almost melting, I turned back to enter through the door with him as if we were crossing a portal to another dimension. In my living room he spread out as if he owned the place: he left a suitcase he had brought near the sofa and insisted on opening it, saying that it was the materials he would use with me. He sat down between the cushions with his legs half open, highlighting the bulge in his pants that only caught my attention more than my ultimate fetish object, his black boots, almost shiny and now available for me to rub myself against as much as I wanted. Would he let me? Without delay, I got on all fours and crawled across the carpet towards him when he interrupted me, almost harshly: — Already on all fours? Who let me? I stopped in my tracks, almost panting, a little frustrated with the distance of my desire, and sat on my knees, waiting for his order. Meanwhile, he slowly and ceremoniously took a deep breath, searching for something in the bag next to him, making noises about whatever was there (and I swear, I even thought that was on purpose). A collar came out, first staring at me while standing, making me look up at him, then he came down to me, putting it around my neck. He made the leash too tight, pulling my face towards him and asking how I was, already knowing the answer. He barely loosened the collar and pulled me by the leash, standing up and correcting my posture, making me get on all fours next to him. My heart raced when I saw me like that, and when I noticed the smell of leather coming from his boots. Yes, I was obsessed! He walked with me across the living room carpet as if he were training a real dog, and after a few laps he let me go of the leash, sitting back on the sofa as if we were returning to the initial position where I had been interrupted, asking me: — What were you going to do at that time again? I was so submerged in his atmosphere that I almost forgot, until I took a deep breath and continued from where I left off before the collar, on all fours, crawling towards him and, in front of his open legs, I began to unbutton my shirt, revealing the lingerie I had chosen with so much excitement.