I was supposed to be in Dom mode.
But she answered the door in a rain coat, and her hazel eyes peering up at me from beneath the hood of her anorak freaking did me in.
Every time I saw her at the club she was dressed in retro-style pinup couture which made me want to yank her soft contours to me and mould them to my body. At the same time, her look was a uniform that conveyed, “look but don’t touch”.
But Priscilla in rain gear… I couldn’t help feeling like she was showing Daddy her favorite little outfit, and I wanted to reward her for that.
Who was I kidding? It made me want to praise and degrade her. She started off the weekend showing me her brave vulnerability, rather than masking her insecurity by dressing up as a deadly dame.
I’d eaten breakfast earlier, nonetheless, the sight
