So close and yet so far....(dead serious)

Olivias italian side sometimes made her value her pride more than anything else. I witnessed her ruining an exquisite evening with a couple of guys we dated back at university in a nick of time as she sensed her date being not as respectful as she thought she deserved to be treated. She quit a well paid job for similar reasons. To put it in a nutshell she was unpredictable when it cames to her feeling that somebody was offending her pride.

She decided that evening that I had gone too far, potentially for too long to, but instead of just throwing me out she first showed me what I would miss out on:

Radiant beautifully she was towering above me fixing her gaze at me my Roman godess started to caress herself softly with her gloved hands...slowly peeling her firm breasts from her corsett she lowered herself down to me as if she wanted me to kiss and caress them, yet when I tried she pushed me back and hissed at me instead. Helplessly I continued to watch her...

As I sensed her getting more and more lascivious I hoped for a change of mind, yet she repelled me every time I tried to be part of it! What was worse she refused me to satisfy myself when tieing me to the bedposts with the silk scarfs we used so often when we were fooling around.

I was condemmed to watch my enchanting girlfriend while her hands in the long opera gloves seems to be everywhere on her sexy body, stripping herself like a pro from nearly every part of lingerie until she was close to naked with only wearing the gloves, black tigh highs and her black stiletto heels.... what a sight!
How do you say? To turn a prince into a primitive... well it also works on a princess too believe me!

Beaming for lust Olivia stood up pulled an armchair towards her and sat down and watched me while her fingers where now feverishly working on her pussy until she climaxed.

Afterwards she left the room and showered. I was left tied to the bed until she returned, now fully dressed, released me and threw me my clothes. She chased me out when I was still not really done with dressing.

Sad, frustrated and still with the strong pictures of my Roman godess in my mind I returned to my car...