Eating Up The Miles
By Silurian
Having discovered Silurian’s illustrations of elegantly suited and shoed ladies on the Tight Skirts web site, I found that each one conjured up thoughts of this woman being a closet Dom. Once I had contacted the artist and discovered he had the same tastes in such matters I asked him if he would express such thoughts by taking one or more of my favorites and placing her in a role of dominating a man.  He didn’t disappoint, coming up with a story of female domination that takes the elegant lady involved and adding high heeled boots and/or a suitable foundation garment to hold her stockings taught.  The first of such illustrations that caught my eye appears below. Then Silurian takes us into the more private aspects of this woman’s love of dressing in a tight, dramatic suite and hat with high-heeled foot wear and seamed stockings.
'Miles Swift's ego was the size of a suburban house - and why not?- he had been very successful. As top sales executive at JJS&H he was courted by peers and directors, envied by opponents and the subject of the attentions of all of the secretaries in the company, a suitable selection of who had come and gone after various entanglements with him. Why should he care - the woman always went in those circumstances didn't she? -- and anyway who was going to rein him in, he was young(ish),successful and after ridding himself of the encumbrance of a wife and child in a messy divorce, single once again -  at the age of 35. Everything to play for - he thought.

Except for JulieE. Julie had replaced his last secretary after the messy affair of the Sales Conference, where there had been, shall we say, a little scene involving Miles's latest paramour, which had to be eased with hush money to avoid legal complications. The trail of skewered secretaries was getting a little tiresome by now and the best employment agencies were starting to steer clear, when one of the directors came up with Julie.

Julie was calm, efficient, possessed of an elephant's memory, twice married with grown up children, and at the age of 45, in no mood to put up with Miles's nonsense.

She could not be won over by the usual oleaginous charm - he had tried. She had been married before and knew all the male trickery and could almost read his mind. He found this very disturbing. As the usual type of public-school educated alpha male women were either pliant or biddable as far as he was concerned, and he had not met one yet that he could not manipulate into satisfying his various tastes after the usual shower of baubles and flattery.Except for Julie. 

She quietly let him get on with it. Of course, let a man like Miles think he can't have something and he goes after it all the more. The trouble was Julie oozed class. She was always achingly immaculate and perfectly coiffed, sleekly suited and sharply shod. She was the envy of all the other women in the company, and as far as Miles was concerned unattainable. 

Until Easter. Miles had made a joke about a dirty weekend (his normal level of banter) and asked if she had anything arranged. She said she hadn't and one conversational gambit led to another and she had agreed to 'go to the country' with him. His lust knew no bounds. She had however insisted on several, to his ears, unusual conditions. Perhaps she had heard of his tastes? - but if she wanted him clean shaven all over that was alright - we all have our little kinks. 

Good Friday found him at a country house hotel near Worcester. Julie had arrived earlier, and she was to meet him there. He almost didn't recognise her and how stunningly unusual she looked. She was wearing a black Chinese style hat, and a very well tailored olive green and black wool suit, fine kid gloves with, and this was the bit he really liked, very sharply pointed stiletto heeled boots that must have gone up above the knee as he couldn't see the top of them through the kick split of her skirt as he walked behind her. She had obviously dressed up for him and he was quite aroused. The hotel staff bobbed and fussed around her and they must have known her, as they called her 'Madame' and were most insistent that all was ready. They were shown to the Malvern Suite by an attentive manager and as he walked behind her he marvelled at the effect she had on the other guests. The women either looked frosty or gave her a sly half smile while all of the men looked like dogs on heat. One old codger looked like he would have a seizure as she strode towards him down the corridor, and after dispensing with the manager and closing the door, she twisted the key in the lock, and turned to look Miles in the eye.

'I think Miles,' she said' that you will find me very, very different to the others.....'

He half-shivered. He was out of his head with lust. What did she know? - he would thoroughly debauch and discard her, like the others. He had never failed yet.'

TO BE CONTINUED...............   

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