The exhibition

We arranged to take a day off to spend together in our own special way. You booked a hotel to ensure our privacy as we seek to explore a hidden part of ourselves.

The week before I asked you to purchase some items and bring them with you.  The thought of a face dildo  and riding crop in your bag, makes you nervous and excited at the same time as you wait for me in the cafe bar, unsure of what to expect, yet safe in the knowledge that although Owner has a cruel streak, she appreciates you too much to cause you too much harm.

A whole day with my pet is quite a treat for both of us. I have an exhibition I’ve wanted to see at the Jack Bell Gallery for a while and this would be the perfect way to do it.  I choose my clothing as carefully as I have chosen yours. On this day I wear a blue body stocking with a black cincher under my rather formal charcoal dress…  After our afternoon drink we proceed to the gallery where I intend to tease you. We both know you are aching to see my plans for you once we are alone, which adds another dimension to the trip…

Each time I take a step the side split of my dress reveals the lace top of my holdups and the smallest hint of my beautiful dark chocolate thighs, just enough to make you warm and wonder what kind of panties I’m wearing, if at all. 

You once said you like to be made to feel weak by your desire. Let’s see if that is the case in public where you are expected to conduct yourself like a man.  Although you will always be my boy in private, I’m not about displaying our dynamic to the public. 

The gallery space is large and echos our footsteps. ‘Did you bring the items I asked for?’

‘Yes Miss Evie’ you reply quietly, avoiding eye contact, yet staring at my legs, hoping for another glimpse.

‘Great. I’m sure we will enjoy ourselves then. Especially me!’

A slight smile passes your lips. 
I drop my sunglasses and ask you to pick them up. As you kneel down to reach them I step on your hand and hear a suprised gasp emit your lips. I can see you are getting excited. My lovely little puppy. I’m going to make you melt…

I look forward to tying you up and trying out our new toys, this is going to be a wonderful day.

There is one mixed media piece I really like looking at. I wonder if you see the same things I do when you view it? 

‘I’ll be back in a moment, don’t move. Not even an inch…’

‘Yes Miss, as you wish’. 

Something about the way you say that always makes me tingle. I walk to the loo and remove my panties. The excitement of the day shows on my lace panties as you will soon find out. I’m so wet my juices are practically dripping down my thighs. After a tidy up I slide my forefinger over my sensitive clit and enjoy the feeling between my fingers. 

Stepping back out into the space I find you just as I left you. 

‘ I think I know why you  like this one so much Miss…..’

Your voice starts to trail off as I trace your lips with my fingers. 

‘You were saying?’ I ask

‘Can we go now please?’

Lol

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Author: Thoughts of Miss Evie

I'm a beautiful 40 year old black woman who enjoys teasing men & loves to be licked. Its been a few years since I've had a submissive male as a pet and I miss the dynamic. Most of the potential ones I've met have been inadequate for my needs or just not the right fit, but I've enjoyed every minute of the search....

3 thoughts on “The exhibition”

  1. This turns me on Incredibly Miss Eve ,the anticipation and excitement must be too much to bear..
    Imagining this and looking at your picture turns me on and makes me want to submit to you.
    You are a brilliant righter and thinker and an incredibly beautiful goddess.
    My praises
    Sean x

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