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.