How She Draped My Net Around Her Ch. 03

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I woke up with a splitting headache, and an urgent need to pee. But one look to my side, and I knew it could wait a little longer. Anita looked irresistibly lovely; her hair a mess, mouth partly opened, dribble forming a wet spot on the pillow. The bed cover, pulled up to her neck, rose and fell with her soft, calm breathing. Not necessarily photogenic, but an “A-plus” for cuteness and irresistibility. It took all my effort not to stroke those delicious lips, which could bewitch me any time.

The only part of me not enchanted by her view, was my bladder. I tried to postpone it as long as possible, but eventually the risk of wetting myself became too big, and slowly and carefully, I tried to move out of the bed.

Not careful enough. A lazy eye opened, and a faint smile formed on Anita’s lips. She slowly wiped a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth.

“Hi,” she whispered, and “Hi,” I whispered in return.

“How are you doing?” I asked softly, followed by a muffled cough.

“Better than you, I think,” she smiled sweet, “I’m fine.”

“No headache for you?”

“No, I’m doing fine. You want me to get you some water?”

I shook my head, causing needles of pain flashing through my head. For a moment, I closed my eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Um Hmm; unless you can also go to the toilet for me…”

Her sweet soft laugh warmed my chest, but then I had to go for it.

A sigh of relief, when I emptied my bladder; a new pang of pain made me pay for it. I took my time; remained seated, eyes closed, for a minute or two, and then I stood up. I flushed, and took some painkillers from the cupboard above the sink, swallowing them with a sip of water.

“I’m going to make some breakfast for us. Could I bring you something to drink first?”

Anita sat up. “Let me do it – you get back in bed.”

But I shook my head. “Next time it’s your turn. I’ll feel better after a bit of activity. So what can I get you?”

Anita gave in. “Do you have orange juice?”

I smiled. “It’s funny you ask. Normally I don’t, but somehow I happened to get it yesterday.”

Anita giggled, turned red – perhaps by the memory of her shopping the day before – and then blew me a kiss.

Downstairs, I slipped into the bathrobe which was still lying in front of the sofa. The thought of how this bathrobe had been touching her body the night before brought up the sweet fragrance of Anita.

I brought Anita’s orange juice upstairs, and started preparing our breakfast. Turned on the oven, prepared some coffee and tea, put eggs in the egg-boiler, and, when the temperature was ready, baked off the rolls. And slowly, my headache disappeared.

With a tray loaded with food and drink, I returned back to the bedroom, where Anita was back to sleep. Mollified, I looked at her from the door opening; apparently, somehow she sensed me, and woke up.

She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, uncovering her bare breasts. She smiled, but didn’t try to cover them up. Her lack of shyness made me happy – she was comfortable with me!

I put the tray on the mattress and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to pull me in the bed; I had to stop her – not willing to spill the food and drinks over the bed.

I took off the bathrobe, trying to be casual around her, too. Of course, she was looking at my body, just like I was looking at hers. It felt so… normal. No pressure, no judgment; like it was supposed to be. I didn’t feel naked. I felt accepted and appreciated.

I sat on the bed, and we shared our breakfast the way I imagined new lovers do; exchanging little morsels; a kiss, a few words. And finally, the tray was put aside, and we continued where we left the night before. Stroking, kissing, and eventually we made love again. I felt no pressure and I could hold back for a reasonable time.

Afterward, I asked her about her feelings – this time I couldn’t make her come. She laughed softly and stroked my face. “Don’t worry about that. Get used to it. I still can’t believe we made it twice yesterday – it had been a long time ago when that happened before.”

I looked at her, trying to believe her. “You don’t care about that? You don’t feel neglected?”

“I don’t. Really, trust me.” She rolled herself on top of me, and stroked my face. “Do you like that?”

“Of course!” I said, and I tried to kiss her, but she pulled her head away.

“Do you want to come?” she then asked, and I said “No.” I had just come before…

“So,” she carried on, “it’s just like this; I can enjoy intimacy without having to climax. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, I need it, and sometimes I crave for it, but other times I feel just as happy without it. What I do want, any time, is your love and attention. At this moment, your love gets me higher than any orgasm in the world.”

I think I got the picture.

“Do you trust me?” she asked, and I replied affirmative.

“And are you comfortable with the knowledge that I won’t always bostancı escort bayan come? Because, with you, I don’t want to be faking anything!”

I kissed her, and told her that I would try to keep this in mind. And that it was also my intention to be open and honest to her.

Eventually, she pulled herself out of my arms: “… But now I need to pee!”

In the afternoon, we went into town. I wanted to go shopping with her. The picture of Anita in her skirt made me wanting for more. And the idea that I could make her wear such clothes more often – make her more feminine – made me feel in charge, powerful.

For myself, I never liked shopping, certainly not for clothes. But seeing Anita try one article after the other, seeing how everything fit her, how she made every item look beautiful, made me only thirsty for more.

Eventually we choose one set – skirt and shirt – by chance, in the same shop. I would have loved to buy her more, but she wasn’t comfortable about that – too early.

At the counter, I asked the cashier if she could take the price tags off – I wanted her to wear it immediately.

It was warm enough to go out in those clothes, but I think my request made Anita shy. There was no reason to be uncomfortable about the clothes; like the skirt she had worn the day before, this one was just below the knees, perhaps a little wider; blue, with a red pattern, and a matching blue shirt, short sleeves.

She did go back into the fitting room, and came out in her new outfit. I felt high, being in charge of what she was wearing.

I couldn’t express my feelings on how much I liked the sight of it, but Anita wasn’t totally happy. Eventually she slipped, “It’s nice, but not with those boots,” regretting it the moment she said it. She tried to act as if nothing was said, but she was right; she needed matching shoes.

Anita tried to drag me on when we passed the first shoe store, but I was determined to go for it.

The first shop was no good, the second neither; the third shop had some shoes which were not too bad – we might come back – but in the fourth, we hit the jackpot. As soon as we entered, we both looked at one pair of shoes, and knew those were the ones. Even Anita couldn’t deny it. Nevertheless, it was quite a battle for her to agree that I pay for them. I almost gave in, almost, but eventually, I had it my way, and she walked out in the new shoes I bought for her.

Next was the lingerie shop – before Anita knew it, I had dragged her inside. Bewildered, she looked around, trying to convince me to keep that for another time. I had spent enough.

But I wanted to complete the picture.

I felt light in my head, high, going along the racks full of underwear. Not exactly turned on, but I can’t think of anything describing my feelings any better than that.

I loved to take out the most beautiful sets, and to imagine them on Anita’s body.

Anita didn’t.

She didn’t even look at the items I took from the racks.

I noticed.

After the fourth set, I insisted she would give it a look. She hardly set her eyes on it, and then pushed my hand away. This was no use.

I decided to give it up.

Relieved to be outside again, Anita dragged me onto the first terrace in sight, and invited me for coffee and pastry. There, we had some time to talk things over.

“Why do you do this?” she started, while waiting for our order, “Why are you buying all these clothes?”

“Because I like you in those clothes,” I said. “I think you’ve been asking me to take the lead. So far, I wasn’t really successful, but this is something I can handle… And something I really enjoy… Now that you are wearing the clothes I have selected, it feels like… It feels like you’re mine.”

“But don’t you like me the way I am?” she asked, sounding insecure.

“I love you, Anita, and clothes will never change that feeling. But why were you wearing a skirt yesterday?”

She remained silent for some time, and then acknowledged: “Because I thought you would like it. And I wanted you to like it.”

But I could see her mind working.

“Do you feel cheap, now that I am buying you clothes?” I asked, directly, and Anita nodded.

“It makes me feel like I’m a slut, and I don’t like that feeling!”

There was the ‘slut’ word again.

“What if I’ll ask you to buy me a surprise, later on?” I asked, and Anita looked at me, determining.

“What kind of surprise?”

“I don’t know, of course!” I replied. “It’s a surprise. But I will ask you to look for something that will make you very ashamed, and me very happy.”

Looking at Anita, watching her face turning red; I could see that she got the picture…

“So, I just want to buy you some lingerie, and in exchange, I am asking that sacrifice from you.” I said, and Anita nodded hesitantly.

“Do you actually like lingerie?” I asked, quizzically, and Anita shook her head reluctantly.

“Why not?” Somehow I already knew she didn’t, but I couldn’t fully understand tuzla escort bayan it. “Does that also make you feel like a slut?” And Anita nodded.

“And I don’t see the use of buying expensive underwear, if nobody ever sees it,” she explained.

“But I will see it!” I replied, “And don’t you feel sexy when you know what kind of surprise you’re keeping underneath your clothes?”

“Marc always made me wear…” Anita started, but then fell silent. But I got the picture.

“Did you see the type of lingerie that I had selected?” I asked, and Anita whispered “No.” Her eyes cast down.

“If you don’t feel like wearing stockings, fine with me. I won’t ask you to wear a garter belt if you don’t want, and I would neither ask you to wear a thong. But lingerie can also be very classy – please, first have a look at the sets I selected for you.” I looked at Anita, and I could see her soften. “Just a look; don’t feel pushed by me. And then, if you don’t want it, fine with me.”

We finished our food, Anita payed, and, after a quick cigarette, we walked back to the lingerie shop.

I directly walked to one of the sets that I liked; dark blue, not very open, with a butterfly pattern. Anita took it in her hands, touched the material, stroked it with her fingers, and said, “This is not too bad.”

“Not too bad? What does that mean? Would you like wearing this for me?”

“I think so. Let’s keep it for now, and look for some others.” At least that was encouraging.

I took some more sets out of the rack. Some that I liked, some that I thought Anita might like, but, surprisingly, Anita would always look a little longer at my favorites. Did I somehow show it?

Eventually, we were left with six different sets, which I placed next to each other. “Which ones do you like most?”

Anita pointed to the first one I’d taken, the blue one with the butterflies.

“And?”

Anita looked at me. “I think this is enough!”

“Not one more? Only one extra set?” I tried, but Anita wasn’t in for it and took the other sets away before I could get hold on them.

On our way to the counter, I noticed her peeking a glance over one of the black body corsets on display.

I dragged…

“It’s beautiful,” I sighed, staring at it.

“You think so?” Anita asked, feigning disinterest.

“I wonder how it would look on you; what it would do to you.”

“It’s okay, but I think it is likely to be really uncomfortable,” Anita replied, but I nodded enthusiastically.

“I would love it if you would wear that for me,” I replied, fantasizing.

Anita looked at me.

“It’s beautiful, and it would be fun, pulling the laces tight.” I mumbled.

Now Anita stepped over to the body corset; and she let her fingers run over the material.

“It would be great; going out, with you on my side, walking the streets, knowing that this beautiful piece is keeping your body under control.” I continued. “And then, when we are at home, I would be the one, releasing you from its grip…”

And I noticed a change in her breathing.

I was amazed! I could do it! Anita was becoming aroused just from the mental picture I was painting in our heads! And I knew I had won!!

“Shall we ask if they have it in your size?” I tried.

“But this is way too expensive! Maybe another time.” Anita replied without determination. I beckoned a saleslady, and asked if she could look for Anita’s size.

“Don’t you think it would look beautiful on her?”

Like only a salesperson in a lingerie shop could do, she measured Anita up with her eyes. “I think it will look astonishing!” I looked at Anita, and saw her eyes shining.

When the box arrived, Anita opened it up, and stroked the beautiful fabric.

“Would you also like to buy some matching panties?” the saleslady asked.

Anita looked at me, and I nodded affirmative. Within no time, the lady came back with three different panties, and Anita selected the one I liked most.

After I paid, Anita swallowed, and asked the saleslady, “Can I put it on?” her cheeks turning red.

The saleslady smiled. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? What if you get yourself into it first; then I will come and help lace you in. We will let your gentleman friend wait outside the shop, so you will have a nice surprise for him tonight.”

Anita’s face turned scarlet; I laughed and left them alone.

It took a while for Anita to show up, and her movements were rousingly ridged.

“Are you okay?” I asked, placing a little kiss on her lips.

“You’re gonna enjoy it – putting it on!” Anita said, slightly embarrassed. “Her hands were all over me!”

I laughed, and Anita grinned with me.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“Yes,” Anita said hasty, “your present!”

“Do you have something in mind?” I asked, looking her in the face.

“Oh, yes! You bet!” she replied, dragging me to the outskirts of the shopping area.

Together, we entered the adult store. I’m still uncomfortable about those shops – I prefer göztepe escort bayan the internet shopping, but, of course, that was no option for today! And I knew it only added to the excitement. Nevertheless, before I entered, I scanned the street; checking that nobody recognized me.

Anita, on the other hand, was on a mission and demonstrated no hesitance. Self-assured, she walked along the shelves filled with movies, magazines, dildos and butt plugs, handcuffs and nipple clamps.

I was glad that we were alone inside except for the shopkeeper, who was fiddling with his mobile phone. Anita was examining one article after the other, asking my opinion – I suspected she was mainly teasing me.

At the end of our round through the shop, she ushered me out, telling me she needed some privacy. And she couldn’t resist telling me that, this time, she wouldn’t put her purchases on immediately.

So I waited outside.

I was not sure what she was doing. But, based on the time I had to wait, she could easily get dressed three times. When she came out, with a non-specific plastic bag, she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Did you find something?” I asked, redundantly; her face said it all!

“Oh yes!” she replied. “- Hey, no peeking!”

It was getting late – the shops would soon close.

“So, where are we going – your house or my house?” I asked; suddenly realizing “Or don’t you want to be with me tonight?”

“After all this shopping, it would be rude to just walk away from you!” she said, excited. “And I can’t wait until you see your present, so let’s deflower my house tonight!”

I was shocked!

We placed our goods in the car, went grocery-shopping and finally had dinner in a steakhouse. The food was reasonable, but our thoughts were on the evening to come.

It was still early when we arrived at Anita’s place. “Please, enter,” she said…

“…and let me get your coat!”

I smiled at the memory brought up by that sentence and gave her my jacket.

“Can you put the groceries away, and maybe open the wine? Then I will prepare myself,” Anita said. And so I searched my way through her little kitchen, while I heard her rummaging in the living room.

“Can I come?” I asked when I was done, but Anita required a bit more time.

Finally, I was told to come. When I left the kitchen, I could hear the sound of a piano. I entered the candlelit living room. heavy with the fragrance of burning sandalwood, on the first sentences of “Natural Woman” by Aretha Franklin.

In the middle of the room, on her knees, facing the sofa, was Anita; head bent down, hands on her knees, only dressed in her body corset and panties.

In front of her were two boxes. One small, square-shaped box, and one the length of a shoe box, but much narrower.

I placed Anita’s glass of wine on the salon table, and seated myself on the sofa, wondering what she was up to.

When the music ended, she softly said, eyes still to the floor, “Ruben, I have had a great day. I love what you have done for me, and I…” Her laptop started another song, and Anita looked up, annoyed, and sighed, “Oh damn… I’m sorry… Auto-continue.”

I grinned, and turned the music off.

Anita prepared herself again, took a deep breath, and continued. “Sorry… but what I wanted to say is, I love the way you treat me, I love all the things that you have given me.”

Now, she took a deep breath, “I hope… no, I am sure, you like it too … and I loved it how you took me home yesterday, and tied me up, and how you took the lead this afternoon, and …”

For a moment, Anita remained silent, but then continued, “Anyway… I told you, I would like you to take the lead… …And I hope you enjoy playing with me.”

She swallowed.

“And therefore I bought you some presents, which are actually things I want you to use on me…”

The last words were barely audible; her face was crimson again.

I knelt down in front of her, lifted her head by her chin, and placed a hard kiss on her lips. She responded ravenously, but I took my face away.

“So, does it make any difference, which package I take first?”

“I hope you will unwrap me first, Sir!” she whispered.

“Okay, turn around!” I said, trying to make it sound like an order.

Anita quickly complied and turned her back towards me.

I moved closer, on my knees, until my body almost touched hers. I ran a finger over the lace on her back, then cupped both breasts in my hands and used my teeth to loosen the lace.

I bent over a bit more, kissed her neck, and tickled her with the tip of my tongue, releasing a deep sigh from Anita.

Then, I tried to release the lace with my teeth, I even used my tongue, but the material was too rigid and tight. Eventually, I had to leave her breasts alone, and use my fingers to undo the laces. I tried to remain calm and patient, but my fingers were shaking; it seemed to take hours to get it done.

But finally, the corset came off, and I could once more see her beautiful skin. I placed a kiss on her spine and asked her to turn around again.

I was absolutely thrilled by the sight of Anita. On her knees, only wearing those panties, her eyes obediently focused at the floor in front of her. Anita was also thrilled, seeming to glow and grow under my absorbing eyes. She remained silent, while my eyes scanned her body, but her face and posture radiated pride through her nervousness.

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