VELVET.TXT  by Cindy V.  Femdom, frustration 

    This story was inspired by the sexy photos in the December, 1996 
Cosmopolitan magazine, pages 158-161, entitled "V-room Velvet".

     Andrea was a picture of seriousness, slowly applying mascara to her 
long beautiful lashes. Every now and then she would sigh, almost purr, in 
contentment. "Makeup is such fun," she said out loud.  She smiled sweetly 
at the man beneath her.

     Oh, did I leave that part out?  Andrea was lying on her stomach, on the
floor. Well, not exactly on the floor.  In between her and the floor was a 
man lying on his back.  He was naked, and tightly restrained at his wrists 
and ankles.  Andrea was slowly rubbing her groin over his as she applied her
mascara.  Maybe this had something to do with why she was purring.

     Andrea was teasing him on many levels simultaneously.  Her face was 
very close to his, as she made him watch her do her makeup.  She gently 
gyrated her lower body over his, getting just enough friction to keep her 
constantly wet, while being inches off the right stop from really giving him
any satisfaction.  Meanwhile Andrea was dressed in one of the most 
provocative outfits he had ever seen her in - a blue velvet floral halter 
top ending at midriff, with a matching skirt.  The top tied around her neck,
leaving her shoulders bare.  And the material appeared to be see-through, 
although it was not.  But the feel of the velvet fabric rubbing against him
was delightful, in a maddening sort of way.

     As Andrea stroked pink blush on her cheeks, still enjoying the 
sensations of her lower body, she asked him, "Do you think this outfit is 
sensual?"

     The man was being overwhelmed by the simultaneous sensations and 
answered, "Oh yes, you are very sexy in it!"

     Andrea was in the middle of doing her lips in a lovely shade of 
burgundy, but on hearing his reply she resignedly put down her lip pencil 
with a sigh, looked the man squarely in the eye - and slapped his face.

     "No, dear," she explained patiently.  "Sensual - relating to the 
senses. I didn't ask if it was sensuous - meaning sexual."

     She went back to doing her lips, calmly applying the dark red color to
her perfectly shaped lips, knowing full well his face was inches from hers 
and the delirious effect she was having on him as she made him watch her.  
Then for she amusement painted his lips in the identical color, smiling at 
his helplessness as he tried to squirm away from the relentlessness of the 
lipstick with its deep color.

     "What I want to know is whether this outfit is sensual.  Does THIS 
outfit appeal to your sense of touch?," Andrea asked.  Before the man could
offer a reply, she continued.  "Don't answer.  I need an objective, a 
scientific, solution."  Andrea's scientific mind was at work.  "What I need
is an experiment which will isolate the sense of touch from the sense of 
sight."

      Andrea got off of the man and disappeared in another room for a while.
It sounded like she was rummaging through some drawers. looking for 
something.  The man was still tightly bound and could do nothing but wait 
for her return. 

      Andrea returned to the man with several objects:  a clipboard with 
paper, a pen, a stopwatch, a ruler, and a black silk blindfold. She quickly
tied the blindfold around his head, making sure he could not see.  The man 
then had no idea what she intended to do with the other objects.

      "I know you have many questions, dear," she said to him.  "All will become apparent
in due time.  Just relax and enjoy my company."

      Andrea then made some notes on the clipboard and started the 
stopwatch.  She laid down on him again, and started sensuously rubbing 
herself on him.  Her crotch was meeting his lower body at a point several
inches above his penis.  His penis was getting some benefit from this, but 
not enough.  Andrea slowly rubbed herself on him, allowing the velvet fabric
of her top and skirt to do its work, alternating with the feeling of her
bare midriff against him.  Andrea enjoyed herself immensely, controlling the
rhythm to a speed that was more relaxing than urgent.  When the stopwatch 
reached ten minutes, she calmly got off the man, got the ruler, placed it 
next to the man's erect penis, and recorded the measurement on the clipboard.
When she was done she gave the man a playful whack with the ruler against 
his penis and told him, "Calm down, dear.  You will have to wait a few 
minutes until we start this up again."

     The man, still bound and blindfolded, could only listen to whatever 
sounds Andrea was making.  Andrea quietly removed the halter and skirt.  
Next she put on a full length, sleeveless, form fitting, velvet sheath dress
with a big slit up the leg. This was an eye catching black, red and gold 
print, and Andrea admired herself in the mirror and how hot she looked in 
it, although she smiled as she realized the man could not see her in it.
But that was part of the scientific experiment.

     By now the man's erection had gone down.  Andrea carefully lowered 
herself to the floor and laid down on top of the man.  She resumed running 
her prone body all over the man.  This was somewhat different than the 
previous time.  The dress was tighter than the halter and skirt combination,
and much more of her body was covered.  This allowed her to do a longer, 
full body up and down stroking.  Andrea was truly cat-like as she sensuously
rubbed herself, doing this for her pleasure, not for his.  The man was in 
his own ecstasy, but his penis was only touched for a small time with each 
up and down movement by Andrea, and although the sensation was delightful, 
it was not enough to get him off.  Andrea, on the other hand, was having no
such problem, and was in fact disaapointed when the stopwatch told her it 
was time to stop.  But ever the dutiful scientist, Andrea got up to get the 
ruler, measured the man's erect penis, wrote down the measurement, and then 
gave the penis another little whack with the ruler for good measure. 
(Get it? - for good measure.)

     Andrea got up, leaving the frustrated man panting, to change into her 
next outfit. This was another long dress, but with a V neck that just 
wouldn't quit.  Andrea tried to rearrange her breasts in the bottom of the V
of the neckline, wondering if she were too exposed. As she gently fondled 
her breasts through the velvet fabric, she imagined that men who saw her in
this dress would be bumping into each other, not paying attention to where 
they were walking, because they would be so hypnotized with the way she 
looked in this dress.  She sighed contently.  Back to the experiment.

     She laid down on top of the man again.  While the velvet fabric had the
same effect on him, and on her, as it had with the previous two outfits, the
effect of the V neck was quite different. Andrea purposely rubbed the V neck
over the man's blindfolded face, not giving him enough time to reach out 
with his lips and tongue to enjoy Andrea's breasts.  He searched in vain 
with his tongue for her breasts, but she was too quick for him.  Meanwhile 
she was using the rest of the velvet dress on him as she had with the 
previous two outfits. Andrea would maneuver her breasts and nipples as close
to his lips as possible, and then move them away when he realized where they
were, never giving him the satisfaction of even a lick at her glorious 
breasts.  She was having so much fun frustrating the man, and she was enjoying
that almost as much as she enjoyedthe gentle movement of her body against 
him.

     As before, the stopwatch told her the ten minutes were up, and she 
stopped to record her measurement.  Again a playful slap to his penis, and 
then he strained to listen for a clue of what would happen next.

     A very long wait for the man, with nothing happening.  Suddenly, Andrea
removed his blindfold.  She stood before him, a goddess in a strapless black 
dress, in a stretchy velvet material, long but with a huge slit up one thigh.
She was also in heels and carried a black purse.  The man blinked his eyes,
riveted in her beauty, waiting for her to tease him some more by laying on
him and rubbing her velvet covered body on his.  He tensed at his bonds, but
they were unyielding.  Andrea, of course, was fully in command in the 
situation.

     She was silent for a long time, just letting him drink her image in.
Then she simply said to him, "I am going out for the evening."  She opened
her door, and she left.