Watching her slide off her chair, walk over to me and sink to her knees so quickly, I nod to myself in satisfaction; observing how rapidly the submissive side of her nature appeared to take over. It had only been a matter of minutes ago that she was standing her ground, and acting the cool and professional businesswoman, but now that was blown to the wind as she hesitantly reattached my garters with shaking hands.<br/><br/>This Du Monde must have thought she had struck the jackpot.<br/><br/>Smiling as she complimented me on my legs, I shifted my stance slightly as she finished her work; my skirt riding up a little to reveal my pierced, shaved sex to her.<br/><br/><strong>“Thank you little one,”</strong>I murmured, running my fingers through her hair; not noticing the honorific she had given me.<strong>“Well observed with the straps, I’m impressed. You may tighten them as much as is needed, and then, so that I can be sure that you have straightened the seams of my stockings correctly, I want you to kiss along each of them, from thigh to foot, so I may feel the line myself.”</strong><br/><br/>Running a nail downwards from her hair, along her cheek and jawline, to rest under her chin so I could raise her head to look up at me, I smiled down at her.<br/><br/><strong>“I wonder, given what you have admitted so far, whether it is gentle or rough handling you crave. Humiliation and humbleness, or gentle loving guiding?”</strong><br/>