She stood at her bedroom mirror blushing.
 
 It had taken little effort to climb into the shiny black latex dress and the look had caught her by surprise. This was by far the most risqué outfit she had ever worn. It wrapped tightly against her, every contour of her body accentuated.
The zip ran the length of her torso beginning at the bottom hem mid thigh and running up and over her breasts finishing at her cleavage.
 She cupped her breasts lifting them and moving them around with her hands enjoying the sensation of the paper thin fabric. Her nipples stiffened and pushed through the material to rub against her palms. It felt strange to feel so exposed while dressed.  Her hand moved between her legs, she could feel the warmth of her pussy and the smooth skin of her upper thigh and cheeks.
 
She was a good girl. She wore tee shirts, dresses and sensible shoes unlike the bejewelled fuck me boots she stood in. Her handful of relationships had been sedate and reserved and had never moved outside of sensible acts of passion. Sure, she wasn’t a prude, she had enjoyed dressing in lingerie for certain suitors but this was out of her comfort zone.
It did feel great and she had to admit the way the dress looked on her was bordering on X-rated. This is why she was so angry, that fact he could get it so right.
He was so direct, so righteous and obviously dangerous. How could he leave a note and parcel at her door and assume she would go along with this game.
 
It began when she had returned home mid-morning to find it on her doorstep. It had a pink ribbon around brown paper wrapping with a card tucked into the folds.
 
She picked it up guessing it was most obviously from him and smiled before walking inside.
 
The note on the parcel had read:
 
'I need you to wear this for me tonight, for the entire night.
I will be at your house at 7pm.
Do not answer the door unless dressed in what I have sent.
Do not argue, I know how much you want to be fucked.
You are going to be a good girl and do as you are told.
Oh and a heads up, your first task will involve my cock down your throat so please prepare that gorgeous soft mouth of yours’
X
 
Lisa was horrified. The parcel remained unopened on the bed while she read his message again stunned by its directness. He had been the perfect gentleman; this wasn't how he spoke to her or for that matter how she expected to be treated. She was so confused picking up her phone. She needed him to know this was upsetting and offensive.
 She quickly keyed a message to him clearly outlining that this was not appropriate. After several minutes struggling to find the right words she deleted the draft. She was too angry to send it.
 
She paced her apartment fuming and huffing appalled that this man she had been chatting with online would assume he could fuck with her like this. It was true and she had to admit it their chats had ‘evolved’ into deeper and darker subjects.
 
But this wasn't flirting or playing as he called it, this was awful. Lisa poured herself a glass of wine and sat with her thoughts. She thought about the unopened parcel sitting on her bed. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of opening that, no way in hell, god knows what could be in there if the note was anything to go by.
 
‘You are going to be a good girl and do as you are told’
 
Really, why would he say that!
 
Yet somehow not long after finishing her wine she found herself sitting on the bed reading the note once more then cautiously opening the parcel.
 
'What the he'll, she said lifting the contents from the tissue paper.
It was soft and smooth and hung loosely from her hands.
'A black dress, is it latex?
 She glanced back to the package eyeing the boots sitting amongst the paper.
 
'Oh my god, I'm not a cheap whore'
 
She threw it back on the bed and walked out of the room.
 
Throughout the afternoon she focused her thoughts on what to say at seven o'clock when she opened the door dressed conservatively and purposely frumpy. She would tell him that he could find some other slut to wear his dress and fuck me boots.
 
That is why she felt so incredibly torn when holding the dress in her hands for a second time that afternoon. It was so light and soft and from the moment she first touched it the thought of wearing it against her skin had somehow created an itch she had to scratch. I just want to know how it feels she thought, no harm in that. I’m not doing it for him.
 
She felt strange standing in front of her mirror in a skin tight black dress and thigh high boots. Different in a good way.  It wasn't what she expected.
His words played over in her head, 'my cock down your throat’ she could feel the desire building in her body.
Inexplicably she opened her mouth and mimicked the act of sucking a cock. Her hand stroked the air in front of her face and her tongue licked her lips. She let herself moan in time with the imaginary act and watched herself adjusting her mouth and seeing how she looked when opening wider or changing her hand movement.
She stopped herself just as her fingers found her pussy. 'Jesus’ she spoke softly and sat back on the bed staring at the women in the mirror. She opened and closed her legs several times biting on her lip.
'Really, how did he know it would do this to me, how many other woman has he played this game with?
She walked to the bathroom and splashed water on her face.
'He’s not going to have it all his way, seven o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.
It was almost seven when Lisa finished applying the bright red lipstick and moved through to the lounge. She took a seat in the high armed sofa staring at the front door.
Her anger had subsided, it had dissolved over the afternoon but there was still an edge to her mood one could describe as determined.
She aimlessly played with the tassels that circled the top of the boots and ran her fingers up her thighs. She had come to the understanding that wearing the dress signaled a change of character like a Lisa Version 2, a different Lisa one she could play with that didn't affect the real her. Which meant of course she could do and say anything she pleased. If he wanted something different then he was going to get someone unexpected and on her terms.
She smiled hearing the knock at the door, a very devilish smile one that couldn't be fucked with.
It would be fair to say that he was pleased with his achievement when Lisa opened the door and invited him in. He had looked her up and down and nodded in appreciation even smacking her on the ass when she asked him to follow her. She told him to sit on the couch and not to move.
She went to the dining room returning with a chair that she positioned in front of him and sat herself down.
He stood from the couch and unzipped his fly letting his jeans fall to the ground.
'Like the note said, open your mouth'
 
Lisa licked her lips pulling the chair closer.
He held his cock in his hand and made to push into her mouth at which point Lisa pushed him back down on the couch catching him by surprise.
She took hold of his cock with both hands squeezing it firmly.
 
'Why is it you think that I need this, why is it you think that this has complete control of what I desire' she asked tightening her grip.
 
She could feel her power building; this was a different Lisa than the one he knew. He had created her and he would now have to deal with the consequences.
 
'It's just a cock and there are many cocks I could have in my mouth so tell me what is so special about this one'?
 
He shifted his position obviously confused by the situation.
 
'Lisa, I want it in your mouth now let me stand and do as you are told'
 
She slowly lifted her foot and used it to replace her hand holding his cock. He was fucked now she thought increasing the pressure on his crotch with the boot.
 
'What the fuck are you doing, Jesus Lisa'
 
'I want you to tell me why you think I so desperately need your cock in my mouth, it's a simple question please answer it'
 
With the boot pressing on his cock her legs had opened and her pussy was exposed, she began to finger herself.
 
'I don't need your cock to make me feel good; I think you have got that so wrong.
My fingers are making me feel very good right now and oh look your cock is under my foot and nowhere near my mouth'
 
'Lisa please I just thought you.....
 
'Shhh, don't talk please I'm concentrating on fucking myself'
 
 
She pushed her fingers deep inside her pussy never taking her eyes off him.
 
'Do you see how wet I can make myself, my pussy feels so good and so slippery. She removed her fingers and forced them into his mouth.
 
'Clean them lick it all off, that's it' she ordered.
 
Roy reached for her tits but was met with a slap on the hand.
 
'Now listen to me very carefully, you don't appear to be able to answer my question so I assume you need direction'
 
He sat wide eyed on the couch unable to think straight. Lisa masturbated slowly and deliberately in front of him.
 
'I am going to take my foot off your cock now and you are going to stay right where you are, okay?
He rubbed at his crotch once her foot was removed but stayed put as he was told.
 
'Tell me what you think of the dress please'
 
Um I like it Lisa, but I didn't mean to Um you know do this'
 
'I think what you are trying to say is you didn't expect it to play out like this did you' she said. 'Well to fucking bad. Tell me what you think of my dress.
 
Roy cleared his throat his cock twitched and moved on its own. I think it makes you look like a..... Like a, you know ...like a...
 
'Like what Roy' Lisa pushed. Like a slut, a whore? Am I supposed to like that? Do you know what type of a woman I am Roy, I am a strong woman not a weak bitch you can mold around you finger like some plaything'.
 
'I can see by that big hard thing of yours it excites you to see me like this. You want to fuck me right now good and hard don't you Roy but instead you’re going to sit there with your pants around your ankles and watch.
 
She rested back into her chair and undid the zip opening the dress so her tits were exposed. She circled her nipple with a finger and spoken directly to him.
 
Look at my tits Roy, aren't they beautiful, can you see how hard my nipples are.
 
'Don't touch your cock. Let it go, you men just have to play with it don't you. Just leave it please'
 
Once she was satisfied his hands were back at his side she began masturbating harder.
'Tell me what you want to do to me Roy, do you want some of this?'
 
'I want to lick you Lisa' he muttered. 'I want to taste you while you suck me'
 
Lisa’s actions became urgent more vigorous.
 
'Do you want to fuck me, cum in me?'
 
'Yes'
 
'Now Roy I am about to cum which means I need your mouth wide open. Rest your head on the back of the couch and open your fucken mouth'
'That's it, good boy open wide'
 
Lisa climbed up onto the couch and squatted over his mouth fucking her pussy.
When she came she pushed harder onto his mouth.
She held the back of his head and pulled him into her pussy smearing herself over his face until the last of her moans subsided.
She hopped off the couch and sat in front of him once more catching her breath. Roy sat there gob smacked emotionless.
 
'Good boy Roy, now move that cock of yours to the edge of the couch please'
 
He shuffled forward doing as he was told. Lisa turned her back on him bent at the waist and eased slowly inch by inch onto his cock.
She let it slip deep into her post orgasmic pussy and fucked him, trying not to whimper as it filled her.
She took what should could only a handful of times before hopping off and sitting herself back down in front of him.
 
She spoke softly, 'Roy pull your pants up, take your cock and leave my house'
 
He dressed slowly 'Lisa please, I need you, let me have you'
 
Lisa took his hand guiding it between her legs helping his fingers find her soaking hole.
'Do you feel how wet I am Roy. Do you understand that I am so fucking horny and that it has nothing to do with you?
Now as I said, leave!'
 
She pulled his hand away and licked each of his fingers looking him straight in the eye.
 
'Go'
 
The door closed behind him and Roy and his rock-hard cock made their way down the pathway to the road. He paused turning his head to look back at Lisa’s house.
Roy hopped in his car and looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror.
 
'Got her' he said smiling then started the engine and moved away from the curb.