Teaching His Virgin

While we wait for the delivery, I decide to strike up small talk with her.

“So, miss. Since you have so graciously decided to try on something I know is out of your comfort zone, I’d love to know the name of my model for the evening.”

She turns away from her study of the hooks, comes toward me.

“Britney,” she murmurs.

“Nice to meet you, Britney. You can call me Kace. All my models do. To them, I’m not just an Ainsworth.”

Britney nods, fixing her big beautiful eyes on me.

“Kace.”

She doesn’t say anything else after that. She seems to be content to savor my name on her tongue, behind her lips.

Right around then is when there is a knock on at the door.

“I’ve come with the harness you requested, Mr. Ainsworth,” says a voice.

It’s not the same one from before, but it doesn’t matter. I go to the door, open it, and take the suit from the staff member.

“Thank you,” I say, and close the door.

Now the locks are engaged, and we are truly alone. I approach Britney, unfurling the harness from my arms, preparing to be put on her, and to tease/torture her a bit with what exactly she’s agreed to do for me.

“Here is the harness, Britney. As already explained, if you put this on for me, and if I like how you are behaving for me in it, I will let you keep it.”

I see her startle and shiver a bit. Yes, I hadn’t said that exactly before, and she knows it. But she’s not about to object, either. If she does, I have ways of correcting that.

“Go ahead and strip,” I order.

For a moment, Britney doesn’t move to do what I say. She begins to object.

“Well, I’m going to need some privacy to do that. I can’t just…”

I march closer to her, holding out the harness.

“No. If you want to keep this harness, you are going to do as I’ve asked. Strip,” I say, this time sounding more commanding.

I hand her the harness, go to one of the couches nearby, sit and wait.

“You agreed to do this for me, Britney. Don’t disappoint me. If you do, you’ll be out of this club, and out of luck on getting to keep that precious bit of clothing.”

I lick my lips.

“I might even have to disclose all those photos you took, getting you in some further hot water.”

This is enough to motivate her. She begins to strip quickly. First, she takes off her dress, but then as she gets to her bar and underwear, her knee-high nylons and shoes, she moves more slowly and sexily, as though part of her is enjoying doing something so brash.

As I’m watching her undress, I’m getting hard. I’m intoxicated by the idea of getting to touch those perky breasts, run my hands down those small, curvy hips, spank and pinch that curvy peach of an ass.

Soon she is completely naked in front of me, and I’m eager to see that nakedness surrounded by my belts and buckles. I want it confined by my straps so that I can hang her to one of my walls like the beautiful piece of art she’s going to be for me tonight.

“Put the harness on,” I say delicately, as she grabs the pile of dark material from the ground and begins to try to figure it out.

She figures out enough of it to pile it all at her feet and then try to pull it up, but from there, it becomes difficult for her. She starts trying to put the straps every which way, getting her breasts and ass poking out from various places, but not the right places. I watch her struggle with it for a moment; I watch her face and eyes become brighter and redder from effort and frustration.

I let her struggle with it a moment more before coming to the rescue.

“Would you like me to help you dress?” I ask this as I stand up from my place on the couch and move toward her.

She nods shyly, and I quickly take my opportunity to enjoy her body for myself and feel it with my fingers.

As I slide on the harness, I take opportunities to glide my hands over every part of her body, mostly her legs and thighs, as I bring various straps up. I feel her nude hips and ass as I do the same there, lingering on various parts. I do so to untwist some of the belts, but also to make sure she’s feeling me feel her.

By the way she trembles under my touch, she does feel me exploring her and taking more liberties with her then she might have expected, but she doesn’t say anything. She just lets me continue my work, which is now around her breasts. I enjoy cupping them as I bring the straps up and around them to confine them and restrain them.