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The Bar
Date: 12/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: kimuk, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
I'm not a good traveller . Being the kind of person who likes the familiar and to know exactly where I'm going. So I get a little anxious. Now add to that who my journey takes me to see. My Dominant. And the prerequisite "dress code" and your understand a bit how I was feeling last Tuesday. Sir was 12 miles from me. Attending a meeting in a nearby city. So we were taking the opportunity to see each other before he travelled home. He had, the week before, mentioned that he was thinking of a "dress code" for me when I came to him. Of course he then kept me waiting until he told me what it was. But he did in a phone call a few days before. No knickers. No bra. Something which would allow him access if the opportunity arose.in my head I'd chosen a flattering dress. But now had to change to another to ensure that I complied with his instruction.So in the end I wore a brown dress with a wrap top. I thought it might give visual acess as well. And the skirt only reached just below my knee. The journey was uneventful apart from my growing anticipation as I got closer. I'd not seen him for 11months. I was very excited. I'd removed my toghts before I left work. I don't wear knickers these days. Sirs rule. Once I arrived at my destination I found a cafe and removed my bra. I had about 45 minutes to wait. It's a bit chilly in the Midlands in March!I couldn't really settled. I wandered around waterstones just to be in the warm until I got his text so say he was on his way. Sir practices ...