She tells me she has a surprise for me when we get home, to go into the bedroom and change into what she's laid out for me when we get back to the house. We'd planned on playing video games that evening per my request, so I have no issue changing into something that would make her happy.
There's a pretty set of lingerie on the bed waiting for me, laid out in waves of delicate chiffon and ripples of cherry red satin.
I take my time changing into it, fluff my hair, touch up my makeup--we won't be going anywhere else that evening.
By the time I step out of the bedroom, she's waiting for me on the couch, dressed down, too, and wearing the strap.
She waves me over with that charming, crooked smile of hers, and of course I go over. A controller is placed in my hands, and I'm told to be a good girl and warm her strap for her while I play. Any mistake results in a consequence of some kind, and she gets to grind and thrust up into me while I try to focus.
I barely last fifteen minutes before I'm a dripping mess on her strap, her hands caressing and touching all over my hips and my ass, reaching up and around to grope my tits in an effort to distract me.
Slowly she edges me, not letting me get too close to cumming, but not too little as that would allow me to stay focused on the task at hand--just enough to keep me trembling in her lap while my breathing flows between short and ragged to breathy and quick.
I lose the first boss fight I encounter, and it's pitiful, really. But she reassures me as she reaches around to touch my clit, earning soft, mewling whimpers from me.
"It's okay, baby," she whispers in my ear, her breath warm and inviting against my neck. "Try again for me, I have all evening."
