Karen's Sweaterboy
Part 3

At precisely 8:00 pm, two nights later, as Karen was still enjoying a 
hot bath, she heard the front door of her house open.  She knew that 
Michael would be doing exactly what he had been told, and that as she 
continued to relax in the bath, he was naked and kneeling -- anxiously, 
nervously, excitedly - in front of the chair, waiting.

A few minutes later Karen got out of the bath, dried herself, and went 
into her bedroom to select something appropriate to wear.  Michael could 
hear her moving around, but he dared not even turn around, much less 
move to see if he could see her upstairs. 

Karen first put on a garter belt and stockings - each in black - but 
without panties.  Those, she thought to herself with a smile, would just 
get in the way.  Then she went to her closet and picked out her red 
angora cowl neck sweater dress.  This was one of her favorites - it was 
made of wonderfully soft thick angora, and was knee length and long 
sleeved, with a long line of red pearl buttons running from the neck to 
the hem.  She knew the kind of reaction the look of her body in this 
dress produced in most men.  Wearing it without panties or a bra, she 
knew the sight would drive her little sweater boy crazy, and that in his 
trance he'd do anything she commanded.

Karen slid her arms into the sleeves, and could feel her nipples already 
tingling in anticipation of the caress that the dress was about to give 
them - and in anticipation of the fun and games she was about to play 
with Michael.  She pulled the sweater dress across her chest and then 
methodically buttoned every button.  Admiring herself in the mirror, she 
again complimented herself on having decided to buy this dress in a size 
one size too small - as a result, it clung to her curves like a glove 
and she could see that her excited nipples were just about pushing 
through the soft material.  Just perfect she thought.

Karen then slipped on a pair of black high heels, and slowly made her 
way downstairs.  As Michael heard her footsteps, his heart began to 
pound, and he was sorely tempted to turn around, but he knew that could 
be mistake - a thought confirmed by Karen's first words as she entered 
the room.

"Do not turn around Michael!" Karen commanded.  "Just stay in that 
position.  You'll get a chance to see me soon enough.  Whatever I do, DO 
NOT MOVE unless I tell you.  If you disobey, the evening will end 
immediately."

Karen smiled as she noticed that Michael seemed to have followed all her 
orders to the letter.  She walked over and stood directly behind him.  
"Spread you legs for me Michael."  Michael did as he was told, spreading 
his knees as he continued to look straight ahead.  Karen then stood 
right against him.  Michael could feel the angora against his back, and 
could feel Karen's foot move between his legs from the rear.  Karen 
could tell from Michael's breathing that he was entering the state of 
total mental focus that she desired.  She moved her foot some more, 
using the toe to reach further between his legs and playfully tap his 
balls and cock back and forth.  Michael sighed, and began to speak, but 
Karen cut him off.

"No - don't say anything, unless I ask you to speak.  Unless you feel 
you about to cum.  In that case, tell me quickly.  If you cum without 
permission this evening will be over and you'll never visit me again.  
You may nod your head if you understand."

Michael indicated that he understood, then shut his eyes as he felt 
Karen kneel behind him.  Karen knelt very close from behind and put her 
arms around him.  Michael could feel the soft angora dress, the buttons, 
and Karen's breasts pressing against his back.  Karen rubbed her chest 
back and forth and even through the dress's soft material, Michael could 
feel her nipples as they traced a line back and forth against his skin.  
As Karen rubbed against him she also gave his erection a squeeze, and 
was pleased to feel that he was already dripping with excitement - 
although she did not act as if she were pleased.

"Michael" she suddenly said in a seemingly angry voice.  "You're 
dripping.  What is the matter with you?  You're going to mess my rug.  
Now stay here while I get something."

Karen returned a moment later with an old, large yellow mohair tunic and 
a small dark blue lambswool pullover.   Still without letting Michael 
turn around, she tied the arms of the pullover around his head as a 
blindfold.  "Can you see at all now Michael?".  When he indicated that 
he could not, Karen moved in front of him, instructed him to stand up, 
then she put the tunic on the rug, instructed Michael to kneel in 
position again (now on the tunic), and then used one sleeve of the tunic 
to wipe the dripping tip of his erection.  She then put his penis up 
inside the sleeve, pulled it into position so that it covered both his 
cock and balls, and  tied it with a ribbon.

"There" she commented. "That should take care of the dripping problem. 
Now, Michael" Karen continued, standing at this point right in front of 
Michael, "let me describe to you what I'm wearing.  We'll start at the 
bottom.  If you reach down in front of you you'll be able to feel my 
high heels.  That's it.  You can touch them.  Good.  Now kneel over and 
give them a kiss.  Very good.  OK, now feel a little higher.  Feel how 
smooth my legs are in the stockings.  And now higher."

Michael let out a little gasp as his hands reached the soft hem of the 
sweater dress.

"Yes, that's right, Michael.  It's a sweater dress. Angora.  Dark red.  
And very tight.  Do you feel that button at the bottom.  Give it a 
kiss."

Taking the hem of the dress in his hands at the center, Michael gave the 
bottom button of the dress a gentle but adoring kiss.

"Very good Michael" laughed Karen.  "Now I want you to work your way up 
the dress, kissing every button.  Show me with your kisses how much you 
love this."

Michael paid homage with his kisses to every button, until he reached 
the area between Karen's breasts.  With his head now between them, he 
could feel the angora covered mounds against each cheek.  He buried his 
head in further in Karen's chest and let out small series of moans.  
"Yes, you're doing very well, Michael.  As your reward, I'm going to let 
you feel and kiss my breasts - but through the sweater only."

For the next couple of minutes Michael caressed and kissed Karen's 
chest, and soon he was not the only one is a state of arousal.  "Mmm" 
sighed Karen.  "Michael - you're doing very well.  In fact, I think it's 
time for me to sit down.  OK Michael, now I want you to undo the buttons 
on my dress - starting at the bottom.  Do it slowly, and as you undo 
each one, kiss it, and then kiss the newly exposed part of my leg."

Michael knelt back down, and began the slow march up Karen's legs.  When 
he reached just above her knees, Karen told him to stop, and then spread 
her legs and pulled his head up underneath the sweater and deep between 
her legs.  Holding his head through the sweater, Karen moved Michael so 
that his tongue and lips were exactly where she wanted them.  It was 
clear to Michael was he was supposed to do, and he worked his tongue in 
time to Karen's rhythm, until with a shudder and a moan he could tell 
that she was done.

"Mmm, that was VERY good young man.  Very good. And now for your reward, 
you may remove the blindfold."

With Karen standing right in front of him, Michael removed his 
blindfold, and then stared in awe at the beauty of this woman - 
marveling at the sensuousness of  the sweater dress and the way it 
molded itself to every curve of her body.

"You like how I look in this, don't you Michael?  Well, because you've 
been such a good boy, I'm going to give you a treat.  You may continue 
to look at me - still kneeling of course - and as you do you may rub 
yourself within the sleeve of the mohair sweater that I put around you.  
But only for one minute - starting when I say go."

Michael readied himself to begin as soon as he was given the signal.  
With a laugh, Karen suddenly let him go.  Staring intently at her, 
Michael simultaneously worked himself furiously with both hands, and in 
much less than a minute it was over.

"Well" laughed Karen, "you WERE ready, weren't you!  Time to go home for 
you.  Take that tunic with you and have it cleaned.  Oh - and thank you 
for the other sweaters.  I guess we'll have to wait until next time for 
me to model them for you.  Give me a call next week and we'll set 
something up.  Lock the door on your way out."

And with that, Karen turned and walked out of the room and back 
upstairs.