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The Dressmaker's Panties

Confidently,
and very casually
the door closes behind
her. Smart, sexy girl draped
around her pretty, scarred fingers.

Each one pricked and bled a thousand times,
Eager for another momentary dash of bright, surly pain –
another drop of scarlet Red. Ignoring their
taskmaster, wandering far instead,
her fingers roam the demure,
soft and tender,
subordinate
body

at her appointment,
her direction.

She unlaces
her Apprentice – narrow, curved,
and beautiful.

The dress falls away from her.
Stubborn and willful,
it chokes her, but
soon

The corset loosens,
then both playfully giggle

and wiggle
their asses.

An
Ashen
Dress of silk
Falls to the floor.

Perfect chocolate lace, remains
while her gown lays discarded,
unwanted, forgotten,
for a moment.

The last,

the very last thing
that she removes, is the
coffee black silk of

her panties...

But she leaves
the glasses.

Their layers stripped wildly away
now, bodies exposed, nude, and
aroused the Girl's nakedness
shows plainly her secrets,
unconcealed by color,
textile or trend...

Hot, steaming
breath freezes solid,
alike the icicle jutting from
twixt the younger woman's thighs.
All which matters to Mistress, who kneels
now before her secret, is whether the dress will fit.

Underwear in hand, the Mistress
holds the stiffness of her friend,
wrapping flesh in fabric. Forcing
silken cloth to twist and bend,

Roughly she
stokes her young
Apprentice' desires,
furiously channeling,
chasing her in the revel
of passion with, tormenting
and teasing with panties meant

to break, and mend.

Almost too much.
Head spinning in a new town,
with new shoes, new pearls,
new needles and thread.

The lace and weave rolling over
the soft head of her is intense.
Far, far too much to take

after a
night out
in a new gown.

Flashes of wet, white pleasure
fill her head.

Girl stumbles, so
Mistress guides her

toward a chair,
for lack of a bed.

Smart and Sexy sits straight down,
knowing what is next, feeling what she
loves from Mistress, Master, Lady and Lover:
A skill, a power or enchantment, as though she has

an extra joint!

The smooth silk of her panties coils round
the young woman's aching, hard,
slippery, pole, and the

blood of her

boils,

forcing her to the
surface of herself,
nearing

the screaming point.

The calm cool of evening
has filled the upstairs with
Jasmine of the night garden.

A full moon

wages a battle of cool,
constant luminescence against the

flickering warmth of lantern's light, bathes

body in shadow and fire and sky together and at once...

The combat

casts their senses

to gale, to fury and back,
brings her closer, closer still
to the edge of joy, of a lover's bliss,

and then...

it happens.

The candles go out,
and

Everything stops.

Birds stop flying. The stars stop shining.
The room!

The room,

stops existing.

As Girl cums, the warm white of her
can not be caught fully
within
the
weave,
and has spilled through,
past the sides of the shadowy lace.

Mistress gasps and marvels,
smiling. Pet has never cum like that
before, she must love her new dress terribly.

Weeping now

of her cum

soggy panties
are donned
once more

by owner,

slowly,
seductively

setting

the continuing pace.

Mistress says nothing
as she teasingly

is seated,

yet clear is her command.
Ushered by sharp nails of the Dressmaker's hand,
her sweet, her young, her sexy, her Apprentice changes place.

Fingers first,
tongue after! Faster,
faster, faster, faster, faster!
Circles smaller spiral out again,
whipping, curling, tasting, smiling,

Good Girl.

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