Lester’s POV
We are dancing, slowly, at the masquerade ball. You, in the outfit I bought for you in my gifts for my slut....a beautiful Chinese red silk dress, high at the neck, and cut just above the knees. Close-fitting but sophisticated. A vision of smouldering sensuality, you turn more heads than any woman in the room. You have worn the open-toed heels, also red, with the ankle ties that show off your calves, the sheer stay up stockings and red sheer thong and flimsy push-up bra barely there, as if nude under the silk. The simple red silk ribbon I tied around your neck before we left the room is barely perceptible but turns us both on, edging just above your collar.
I am in a black silk suit with crisp white shirt and red tie made from the same material as your custom-tailored dress.
