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that
dusted her chest and collarbones. She had always hated her freckles but he
found them endearing.
    He looked lower and his cock
throbbed. She wore a tiny pair of sheer black panties and black hold-up
stockings, whilst balancing on the highest pair of red stiletto heels.
    She was the epitome of sexy. Of femininity. Of what he desired in his
sub. In his woman.
    But she would have to surrender
to him if they had any chance of being together again as sub and Dom, even if
just for one night.
    “Now, Megan. You know what to do
next.” His throat was tight, his tongue clumsy in his dry mouth.
    She met his eyes. Nodded. She spread her legs so that they were the same
distance apart as her hips then she took hold of her bosoms. She struggled to
cradle them in her petite hands, as she lifted them, presenting them to him.
Gazing at her huge creamy bosoms made him so hard. It conjured images of
fucking her from above as his balls slapped against her ass.
    “Good…so good, Megan.” So magnificent. She had remembered. Almost. “Now it’s time for your
inspection.”
    Her face grew redder. Heat filled
his body, raging through him like a demonic possession. He was going to enjoy
this. A lot.
    ****
    Megan trembled as Matt stared at
her body, a hurricane of emotions raging inside. Excitement. Nervousness. And a need, to find out if her memories
were correct or if, indeed, as she feared, she had embellished and idealized
them.
    Matt circled her as she stood holding
her bosoms. He was so close that she could smell him and feel his breath on her
neck, her shoulders and softly brushing her ears. Her left breast bounced with
the thudding of her heart and her pussy tingled with anticipation.
    She was already floating on
adrenalin, the heady natural high it seemed only Matt could induce in her.
    “What’s wrong with this
inspection, Megan?” Matt whispered, his breath tickling her nape as he lifted
her hair to press a kiss there.
    She inhaled sharply.
    Really?
    “I’m still…wearing my…panties.”
She bit her lip.
    “Yes.”
    “Shall I remove them?”
    She shivered as he traced a
finger down her spine, resting it in the back of the waistband of her sheer
black underwear. The back of his hand seared her flesh as he gently rubbed the
finger lower and lower, so that it slipped between the tops of her buttocks. When
he turned it around and pressed her anus, she quivered at the intimacy of the
gesture.
    “I would like that, sub.” He
pushed a little harder.
    “I want to please you, Master.”
She released her breasts and they swung free, then she took hold of her panties
and slipped them over her hips and down her legs. As she bent forwards, he
pushed the tip of his finger into her rear and she caught hold of her shins in
order to balance. He probed her for a moment. Gently. Just inside her tight opening. It was exquisite and it made her long for more.
Which Matt knew. Of course he knew. They’d played this
game so many times before.
    But she also knew that this was
just a teaser. He was testing her. Making her ready.
    When he pulled out of her butt,
she straightened up and stepped out of her panties, then went to remove her
heels.
    “No.” Matt moved around to face
her. “Leave them on. I find them highly erotic.”
    Megan bit her lip. She was so hot,
she felt like she would blow a gasket. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She
took hold of her bosoms and lifted them again. When she parted her legs, she
could smell the intoxicating scent of her own arousal. Just being naked before
him again, doing his bidding and hoping to please him was exhilarating. How had
she forgotten? How had she been able to give this up?
    Because it had taken over
everything and she had become obsessed with Matt. With their
relationship, and wanting to please him. She had become afraid of how it
consumed her. And no wonder… Yet each time the fear had reared its unwelcome
little head, she had squashed it like an annoying ant. Her feelings for