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“Take your dress off, now!”

My heart beat a tattoo against my ribs, but I knew better than to argue when Ryan used his dominant voice. His tone was commanding and hard-edged, but the faster I did what he asked the sooner I’d get my reward. A hungry ache began to build between my thighs, as I thought of him pussy licking me to oblivion.

I reached behind my back to loosen the clasp at the top of my gown. Dragging the zip it peeled away from my shoulders before dropping to the floor, exposing my body, dressed only in the underwear he had selected for me to wear for our dinner party. The black bra had low cups which barely concealed my nipples. It was strappy around the decolletage, trapping the swell of my breasts—Ryan adored my big tits and encouraged me to display and play with them frequently. All the attention lavished on them kept my nipples super responsive, sometimes he made me come solely from breast play.

I stood confidently as Ryan took a 360-degree tour around me. I looked good tonight. The black silk stockings and suspender belt he’d chosen framed my legs and buttocks to perfection. Having visited the beauty salon yesterday, I was as smooth as silk, with buffed nails and a fresh pedicure. I had pinned up my hair in a sophisticated style this evening, showing off my long neck.

“Very nice,” Ryan admired, and I felt a swell of pride to have pleased him. I was his sexual fantasy.

“Your arse looks delectable. We’ll get rid of this.” He tugged away the evening dress which pooled around my feet. “Keep your shoes on, they firm your buttocks and make you stick out your tits!”

See what I mean? He loves my tits, and I love him admiring them. A warm trickle of excitement gathered in my pussy—I get off on being objectified.

“Stand at the end of the table Sienna. Spread your legs, rest your hands on the surface.”