"Now get dressed," she pushed him to the side."I-I'm sorry for doing it so fast. I know that I'm supposed to do it longer," he had tears in his eyes."...h poor baby," Lisa took him into her arms, mashing his face into her 38 DD breasts. "Don't feel bad!" she stoked his back with both hands. This was not funny to her. In fact she started feeling ashamed for what she had done to the poor kid. She kissed him on the face several times then on the mouth. She sent her tongue past his lips. They were. I don’t know who was most excited; me watching his cock or him watching me dress.“You look delicious in that,” he said. Ooh, that’s a wicked thought, I’m good enough to eat. He came over and stood behind me, slipping his hands over my hips as we both looked in the mirror. “That material feels soft and wonderful,” he said, “and there’s a gorgeous body underneath it.”I could feel his hard cock brushing against my bum and his hands started to explore the silk, slowly moving up, tracing the outline. "Oh no" she taunts "no hands either" binding his hands behind his back with a silky tie. His dominate personality struggles in his predicament while she fastens the collar and leash around his neck. "Let yourself submit to me" she whispers in his ear. He takes a deep breath and finds the courage to say "how can I please you mistess?" You may kiss my body from head to toe but you may not lick my pussy until you've earned it. She places her sparkly red toes on his chest, he struggles with not. I put my hands over the tattoos he had above each of his breasts and played with his chest hair as I teased his nipples with my thumbs. His cock was standing up from his balls and touching the material of the tee-shirt I was wearing leaving little stains of pre-come where it came in contact. I let my hands trail down his belly and then out over his hips and onto the outside of his thighs. I reversed the direction to go from his thighs to his chest and let my finger tips get closer to his cock.