Bixby wasn’t a large bridge by any means… But it was beautiful, peaceful. I’d long ago established it as my getaway when I couldn’t sleep, when I needed to clear my head. It was my thinking spot, my special place to unwind. I used it both to work through difficult situations and to forget about my troubles for a short time. Tonight was a night evoked both uses.

It didn’t take me long to reach the alcove, nothing more than a bump in the bridge’s side, a bench shoved into the cramped space. I stepped in regardless, standing with my legs spread and my fists planted firmly on my hips. My overcoat slid off my shoulders and down my arms, catching in the crook of my elbows. An image of Rogue flashed through my mind, her white streaked hair billowing in the wind. The salty air gusted against me, caressing my breasts, my stomach, my sex… Thanks to the heat of the summer, It was more relaxing than chilling as I got used to its temperature. It curled about me, running its ephemeral fingers though my hair, kissing and caressing my naked skin. I could feel my shaft tighten, flexing in the air as it reached its maximum length at the wind’s embrace, at the sensation of the cool metal ring tightly encircling my shaft and balls. My hands slowly ran up and down my body, exploring, teasing. As my sex throbbed, bobbing in the air, I began to replay the events of the evening, losing myself in the memories…

Earlier That Night…

Everything was perfect! I had it all arranged, ring tucked safely out of sight where I knew she wouldn’t find it until it was time. I had the champagne chilling in the fridge; the movie for tonight cued and ready to play. Candles flickered dimly all around the house, giving her hacienda a romantic air. Her favorite supper, lasagna, roasting in the oven. I made a mental note to give Alejandro a bonus for preparing so much of the evening for me.

I stopped in front of the hall tree mirror and checked myself over, dark green eyes staring back at me. My full lips were tinted a dark shade of purple tonight. I’d done up my wavy brunette hair just as she liked. I thought it was old fashioned but she loved that I looked like I’d just stepped out of a 1950s pinup poster. My skin had always had an olive tint to it thanks to my lineage, giving me that lightly tanned look that so many people struggled to achieve.

A fine black fishnet body suit covered me from neck to toe. Over the top went my favorite green leather harness that crisscrossed my body. A gold ring hung on my chest above my breasts where a bulk of the straps met. One up the middle of my breasts, two more around the outsides, connecting at the top to make two triangles that wrapped around the base of each mound of flesh. Around the back of my neck curled another strap, holding up the front. My large breasts were squeezed tight through the leather across my chest, the Y shaped pieces underneath them supporting me like a Fleur du Mal underwire. The fishnet strained across each mound, pulled tight under the straps, the skin underneath pressing through the holes like dough caught in a net.

The ring just below my breasts stood out in stark relief, connecting the supporting pieces. Around my waist was another strap, stopping at yet more golden rings to either side of my stomach as it formed a window around my tight abdominals. More leather straps ran down to the tight ring around my cock and balls, blood already swelling my sex, then up, cupping under each cheek, to my hips before meeting at the top of my tailbone where another ring waited, completing the circle to the straps round my waist.

Over the top of it all, I wore my dark blue silk dress, the front rising high enough on my chest to hide the edge of my nipples and my large, umber areolae. It was also low enough to show a considerable amount of cleavage and the leather harness beneath. The dress was so tight you could see the straps of the harness clearly underneath the fabric, buckles and rings pushing through the material. The finishing touch were the two thick matching straps around my thighs, four shimmering golden chains gartered them as they slipped out under the front and rear of my dress.

I fussed, smoothing out any wrinkles, making sure I was as presentable as possible before stopping to appreciate the bulge formed between my legs that had been slowly getting bigger. The harness was my usual outfit I wore when she came to visit, my domme attire. But tonight was a special occasion… Tonight I’d chosen a slinky dress to wear over the top as a formal acknowledgment of the evening. Though, cocktail dress or not, if there was any doubt in her mind, the fact that the outline of the straps around my body could clearly be seen under the shimmering blue silken fabric would serve as a reminder of what I was to her.

The doorbell rang making me jump. Taking a deep breath, I did my best to suppress the feeling of butterflies tumbling through my stomach as I turned towards the sound. I stepped to the door, my matching green high heels clacking on the saltillo tile. Steading my nerves, I turned the knob, pulling opening the door, and gasped.

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