Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2003 10:47:22 EST
From: LoveTV2@aol.com
Subject: Lingerie Lust Chap 6

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Chapter 6

Libidina clicked her heels on the floor as s/he swished her way to the
bedroom, Mike following docily behind her, his cock still dripping, his mouth
still tasting the honey of her precum. Mistress Libidina went into her closet,
and threw some things at him- flimsy, black, sexy, and clinging. "Here, baby,
put these on. I designed them for the `sexually uninhibited male' to wear in
bed.' Mike held it up to look at it. It was not feminine apparel, at least not in
construction, but it was made of the same fabrics as the sexy lingerie he often
saw at the mall, obscenely draped over mannekins with the too-big boobs, and
the tiny wasp waists, that fronted the windows of the Victoria's  in the Mall.
This male bedroom attire, however, was unlike any Mike had ever seen,
even in the catalogs. It was irridescent, yet black, and, as Mike put it on, it
draped and clung to him like a second skin.
"When you are dressed, lie on the bed, and grease up your ass for me, will
you, slave?" Libidina's voice was not a suggestion, it was a command. Mike
obeyed. Stripping his caftan, he donned the play outfit. He lay on the bed in
his lingerie, while the fabric and the satin sheets stimulated and provoked his
already rampant lust, and, as he sunk into the decadent embrace of Libidina's
bed, Mike found that all this slippery fabric made staying still on the bed very
difficult!
His whole being alive, Mike found the lube Libidina had laid there for him to
use. He slipped first one, then two, and finally, three greased fingers up his
waiting hole.  He gasped at how good it felt. How fucking GOOD it felt! For
the first time in his life, all of his sexual sensations worked in unison. His
playing with his ass was enhanced by the sox he still wore, mid-calf satin black
sheer things that were more feminine nylons than male stockings. The one-
piece negligee-like thing Libidina had given him, cupped his pecs as if they
were tits, and snuggling close in his undercrotch, cupped his genitals, lifting
and lewdly thrusting them to the fore. Yet this vision of sluttish male
bedroom attire did not bind, for they were open at the ass, and at the front.
Mike could finger fuck his ass, and not rip the seams of the `negligee,' while
his cock continued anew its dripping homage to the lust he was kindling
within himself. He had never been or felt so wanton, so slutty, so perverse, or
so submissive- and he liked it!
Mike Carson was lost in his own whorish sensations when s/he appeared-
also dressed provocatively in black. Mike, eyes glazed with lust, saw a woman
stood before him. And, even though Mike was 6'4, and Libidina 5'10", it was
obvious this night s/he was the domme, and he the slave. Libidina's small,
round breasts were accentuated, lifted, made more erotic, more feminine, by
the underwire in her floor length female negligee. This gown, which was
more luxurious than anything Mike had ever seen a woman wear, was skin-
tight across her chest, then fell to billowing yards of fabric at her feet. Still
wearing pumps, mules that had that fluffy feathering at the arch, Libidina
now sported as well a black leather garter belt, leather cock cover, and black
sheer seamed stockings.
Her sexual member, the womancock Mike wanted in him so badly, as he
looked at her with longing, still fingerfucking himself as she came nearer,
was hidden under all that fabric. S/he had decided to wear some of her
leather garb just to tease Mike a bit, and inside the silk lining of her black
garter-codpiece (a creation made specially for her) her cockclit was long,
engorged and wanting a hole to fuck. Libidina had brushed her hair, and
looked radiant- the most beautiful woman Mike had ever seen. Freshly
applied cosmetics made her eyes look huge, and the lips were lined in deep,
deep red color.  Mike wanted her. Now.

	`Libidina, fuck me, baby,' Mike almost whined, this need the
strongest he had ever felt. It tore at his mind, his soul, his body, and he
had to have release. Smiling, the boygirl with the 8" cockclit touched him
on the face, and said, `My little slave, are you sure you have not done
this before, or had sex with a leather queen or lingerie fetish devotee?'
	`Because if you have, we can go quite far tonight, but if you are a
lingerie or leather virgin, you must tell me now, for I do not wish to take
you further than you are able." Mike was pressing his prostate with his
fingers, his cock gushing with desire, as Libidina touched his nipples, and
ever so lightly, tweaked them as she spoke. She began to pull harder, and
it hurt. The pain cut through Mike's consciousness like a knife. Suddenly,
he realized what she had asked, and it frightened him. "Nnnnn...no,
Mistress,' Mike replied, all pretense at submissive sissiness gone. Mike
was now scared stiff. And his face showed it.  He had not realized that
such sluttishness could bring him to such a state of helplessness. He
couldn't leave- how could he walk to his car in this outfit? What was this
man/woman up to? Could he handle it?  S/he, whose very personality seemed
to change as his moods changed, had begun to make his dick flag.
	At first passive and yielding as he was aggressive, then agressive
as he was vulnerable, now almost cruel and finding pleasure in sadistic
ideas, just as he had abandoned himself to his inner whore by his own
finger play, Libidina was more man than Mike could ever hope for, and more
woman than he could ever handle.
	"Oh, dear, now I've scared you to death!" Libidina broke into a
smile, and laughed purely, sweetly and simply.  If there had been any fear
in Mike up to this moment, it was dispelled by that laugh. "Mike, darling,
I am so sorry.' "I have had many different men in my life, and some like to
`play rough,' you know what I mean?' You seemed to be such a slut there,
waiting for me, fingering yourself, that I took it as a sign that you may
have been used to the slave role before now."
	"Um, no, I haven't. I have never done anything like this before in
my life, Libidin....uh...Mistress.'  `I just kind of got carried away.'
Mike's hand exited his anal canal, as he sat up a bit, and said, `You are
so hot, and I was just, kind of, well, overwhelmed by it all."  What a
stupid thing to say! Mike felt apologetic. Green. Silly.  Like he was the
13 year old in the bedroom of the cheap prostitute, goaded on by his
friends to be `the first to try it,' asking if she would be willing to
teach a virgin about sex, a kid wanting to `have it for the first time.'
"What an idiot I am," Mike thought.
	Mike had been having gay sex for years, for crying out loud! What
was it that made him feel so inadequate with this tv boygirl? Libidina
listened, and, as s/he always did, s/he sensed a change in mood and
feeling. Her diaphonous negligee swishing around her, s/he came and sat on
the bed next to Mike, and looked him straight in the eyes.
	"My dear, I want your body as much as you want mine. I call myself,
for lack of a more defined term, a sexual empath. I seem to have this
ability to be the exact sexual counterpart to the men with whom I have
sex. No doctor has ever proved this, of course.  But I have noticed it, and
so have my lovers.  I look upon it as a gift- I'm not exactly psychic, and
I am not a demon. I don't know when I am being ruled by it, but it sure
makes sex fun! I will try to keep my sluttishness in check, if you just
want to have a `normal night of sex' with me, becuase I really want you."
"Do you want me?" Mike nodded.