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She then turned to face him, nonchalantly ensuring that he received a good view of her vulva pushing against the skin colored satin. She then donned the bra, taking great care to ease her breasts into the satin and lace cups, gently teasing her nipples through the material as she ensured they were sitting correctly. Finally, she pulled the jumpsuit back on, again taking her time to draw it up and gently ease herself into it
. Grasping the zipper and drawing it slowly up, she licked her lips as she did so. Finally, she put her shoes back on and was ready to leave.

“Bravo! There is no finer sight across the land.” Sir James was smiling and he had a twinkle in his eye.
“I will be in touch. Thank you for this evening. It was very special to me.” He arose and approached her, taking her hair in one hand and pulling her head back before kissing her deeply and passionately. Finally, he removed the collar and opened the door.

As she rode the elevator down, her thoughts were filled with what might come when next they met. She smiled to herself as she walked towards her car.

Natalie had no idea just how late it was as she opened her apartment door and stepped inside. When she realized it was well after midnight
, she threw her shoes in the corner, peeled herself out of her jumpsuit and completed some perfunctory ablutions. She took her new corset from its box and propped it up on a chair at the foot of her bed before flopping down and relaxing. Not wanting to remove her new lingerie, she still had a tangible connection with Sir James. She knew that sleep would not come easy as she was still absorbing everything that had happened to her during this special St Valentine’s Day date in his home.

She l
ay there admiring the corset, reflecting on her emotions she had felt as she opened her gifts- thinking of how they made her feel. She looked at one of her wrists, picturing the leather cuff that had been holding it so snugly a few short hours before. As she did so, her other hand idly stroked her vulva through the satin panties he had given her. She could not remember a time in her life when she had felt so alive… so aroused… so besotted with someone.

She was like a school girl experiencing love for the first time and in many respects she realized that feeling was quite apt. She was experiencing a different kind of l
ove— the type that she never really knew existed before her chance encounter with Sir James. To think that in such a short time after meeting this handsome, self-assured and totally controlling man, she would revel in the feeling of being tied up and fucked while wearing a collar was still somewhat beyond her comprehension. Then to consider that she did not want it to end was even further beyond her. As she held her hand tightly over her vulva, she asked aloud, “What is this bastard doing to me?” She seemed to be asking this question quite often lately and she shuddered but it was not in fear— it was in pure joy.

Turning out her light, she tried to drift off to sleep. Eventually she slept, more from exhaustion than relaxation
, and again when she awoke, and realized her radio had been playing for over 10 minutes before she had groggily rolled over to hit the snooze button. Her morning disappeared in a blur of commuting, work, clients and chatting with colleagues. One of the partners in her firm had commented that he had never seen her look so happy and relaxed. “Somebody must be taking charge of you,” he joked.

Nat
alie did not reply but just smiled and winked at him as she turned and walked away before sending a text to her friend, Jo-Anne.
We need to talk. The usual place at 5
?


Do I need to bring spare panties as you regale me with your debauchery?
Jo-Anne replied.

Probably best to bring two pairs.

Surprisingly, the afternoon flew by and before she knew it Natalie found herself in her favorite booth preparing to share her most intimate secrets with her trusted friend. Before long, Jo-Anne approached the table. Natalie looked up, but before she could say a word Jo-Anne said in a somewhat lilting and mocking voice reminiscent of a scene from the movie
Miss Congeniality
, “Sir James has fuuuucked you. He’s made you lovvvvve him.”

Natalie burst out laughing at her friend’s irreverence and beckoned her to take a seat. “You don’t know the half of it
, and you probably won’t believe it when I tell you.”

“Try me. I’m all ears.”

Natalie commenced replaying her evening, from the clothes she was wearing, to every other little detail. It wasn’t long before Jo-Anne’s mouth was agape as every sordid detail emerged. At a suitable pause in Natalie’s narrative, just after she had finished the bit about her peeling off her jumpsuit and being led into the bedroom, Jo-Anne said, “Oh, you slut! Why am I living my sex life vicariously through you? Go on. Actually, show me how he held you and led you into the bedroom.”

They stood and Natalie told Jo-Anne to put her hands behind her back and without making too much of a spectacle, Natalie positioned herself behind Jo-Anne and slipped her arm through Jo-Anne’s, pinioning them. She pulled them tightly against her while at the same time pulling her slightly off balance jus
t like Sir James had done. Then with her mouth near Jo-Anne’s ear and making her voice as deep and as husky as she could, “And now you are mine, Jo-Anne. I will take you to my dungeon and teach you all about what being a slut is.” She then took a couple of steps, forcing Jo-Anne along with her. Jo-Anne seemed surprised at how helpless the hold made her feel.

“Oh my God. That is so fucking hot,” Jo-Anne gasped. Natalie then released her and as she did so she noticed two men looking at both of them, obviously intrigued by what had just taken place. Jo-Anne did not notice them as she staggered back into the booth with a shocked look on her face. She had no idea that her small audience had just enjoyed a perfect view of her
breasts being forced to stand out as her arms were pinioned and that her enjoyment was plain to see as her nipples did their best to push through the cups of her bra. Natalie simply looked back at them, brushed her hands together as she smiled and winked at them before she resumed her seat.

“You look like you need a break and a fresh drink, Jo.”

“Y… yes. I need something. Maybe a drink will do it. Maybe I should go and change my panties. Don’t you dare lose track of where we are in your story.”

“Keep your panties on. It only gets better from here
,” she said as she headed off towards the bar, aware that the two men who had watched her little performance seconds before were still admiring her and passing comments back and forth. She made sure she put a bit more of a wiggle in her walk and as she was passing them, she smiled and licked her lips without saying a word.

When she returned, Jo-Anne had regained her composure and Natalie proceeded to relate the walk to the bedroom and what she saw when they got there, describing the sling in great detail. She now had the benefit of having seen it clos
e up and having been in it. She recalled things she had not noticed when she first laid eyes upon it. As she talked about the leather, the chains, the chrome clips and the D-rings, she could feel her own excitement building once again. She became aware that her voice was drifting as she spoke.

“H
ey! Stay focused here. It is me who is supposed to be getting the picture here. I can see that you are not just telling me about it, you are fully reliving it. It should be good when you get to the orgasm. It will be like the scene from ‘When Harry met Sally’ and Meg Ryan simulates the orgasm in the restaurant. That should liven the place up a bit.” She laughed aloud at her own joke while Natalie just looked at her with a faraway look in her eyes.

As she told Jo-Anne about the initial fitting of the cuffs and collar, she was holding her wrists out and going through the motions. The excitement of what she had felt at the time was only amplified as she regaled her friend with the details. The experience was as exciting for her as it was cathartic. She explained how her ankles were hoisted and her legs separated as the cuffs were secured to the chains, not conscious of opening her legs wide as she was describing it. When she got to the point where Sir James had slipped his hand through the waist band of her panties and inserted his finger into her wet and very willing pussy, she felt something come to rest against her vulva. She was a little shocked as she realized Jo-Anne had removed her shoe
and lifted one of her feet, bringing it to rest right between Natalie’s legs. She paused, looking at her friend with a what-the-hell-are-you-doing look. Jo-Anne met her gaze and smiled.

“Go on, Natalie.”

A little self-consciously, Natalie continued her tale. As things got raunchier, she found Jo-Anne moving her toes around a little. “You feel nearly as wet as me, Natalie, and I can understand why.” Natalie continued, and as she did, she saw Jo-Anne’s hand drift down between her legs. “I can feel him inside me,” she said as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. This was nearly too much for Natalie as she scanned the wine bar to see if anyone could see what was happening. Nobody was paying them any attention and even if they were, there was nothing to be seen as the tablecloth gave them sufficient privacy.

When Natalie got to the part of the story where Sir James was sliding his cock up and down her hot, wet pussy, Jo-Anne suddenly stopped. She leaned across the table and said, “I think I need to change my panties. Follow me to the bathroom. I want you to assist me.” Although they had been friends for more years than Natalie cared to remember, they had never really ‘gotten off’ together. Of course as young teens they had explored their bodies together and talked about ‘doing it’ b
ut it was typical girl talk. They had never progressed past the point of practice kisses and a lot of talk about things that they really knew precious little about at that stage.

Now however, they were both mature and experienced women and because of Natalie’s need to talk about her developing relationship, they were both about as aroused as one can be without humping the edge of the table. Natalie felt unsure of what to do, however
, Jo-Anne had not given her a choice. She had given her a specific instruction and Natalie found herself responding exactly the way she did when Sir James told her to do something. She felt compelled to put up an argument, but ultimately she knew she was prepared to obey.

“But
, Jo. I can’t be squeezing into a cubicle with you to…”

“Natalie! You will do as you are told. You spend all this time telling me about your sordid adventures, questioning whether the relationship is right or wrong
, and you have no feeling about what it is doing to me.” Jo-Anne reached into her handbag and withdrew a clean pair of lace panties and handed them across the table to Natalie who, while looking shocked, quickly took them and tucked them down inside her top. Without allowing further discussion, Jo-Anne left the table. As she turned to walk away, she pointed down behind her and simply said, “Come.”

Her mind in turmoil, Natalie quickly stood and followed her friend to the bathroom. This time as she passed the two men, who had earlier been watching them, she averted their gaze as she hurried to catch up.

When they entered the bathroom, Natalie was relieved to find it empty. Jo-Anne entered the first stall before turning and beckoning Natalie to follow. Self-consciously, Natalie looked around to make sure there was nobody there to see what she was about to do and then followed Jo into the stall. Jo had seated herself on the toilet pan, spreading her legs so that Natalie could fit in and then still be able to close the door. As she turned the lock Jo-Anne rose and, putting her arms around Natalie, hugged her tightly as she ground her crotch on Natalie’s thigh.

“Oh God! I think I am going to explode,” she panted urgently.

Although Natalie was highly aroused from having related most of her adventure to her friend and confidante, things had now taken a turn that she was not comfortable with. She was nervous and had tensed up. Before she could decide where she was going to let this turn of events take her, Jo-Anne lifted Natalie’s skirt and slipped her hand down the front of Natalie’s panties and inserted a finger into Natalie’s dripping pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhh God,” Natalie moaned, now knowing what was going to happen next.

Natalie felt the tension drain from her body as Jo-Anne’s finger worked its way around inside her while the heel of her hand rubbed firmly up and down Natalie’s vulva. Jo-Anne’s face was just beside Natalie’s and she spoke in a low, growling voice.

“Think of this as Sir James’ cock. You were obviously very hot by that point.
Just picture what was going through your mind. What did you say to him? What was it you said as his hard cock was sliding up between your labia lips?”

“Ohhhhhh. No Jo … Please don’t. Ohhhhh.
Ooooooohhhh… Oh fuck!”

“What was it?” She demanded more forcefully.

“Ohhh God. I… I begged him to fuck me. I said, please fuck me, Sir. Please just fuck me, or words to that effect. I had never felt like this before in my life and he knew he was playing me. I couldn’t take it any more. He was driving me insane. Ooohhhh, Jo, I am going to come.” Jo-Anne immediately stopped moving her hand.

“Natalie, you are not to come until I tell you to. My needs are a little more urgent than yours at the moment. Do you understand me? Now get your hand to work and while you are doing it, describe to me what you were feeling.”

Natalie was just at the point where she could tip either way. She was not thinking clearly at all. Her mind was back in Sir James’ bedroom.

“Oh yes
, Sir… uh… ma’am,” she replied dreamily, and immediately slipped her hand down the waistband of Jo-Anne’s panties. Jo-Anne was literally dripping wet, and Natalie slipped two fingers straight inside her and began working them around slowly. She could feel the spongy surface of her G-spot and gently massaged it.

“Ohhhhhhhhh Fuck! Yes. That’s it. Ohhhhhhhhh,” Jo-Anne gasped.

Natalie dreamily explained how she felt, how the leather cuffs made her feel like a captured slave, and how she was totally helpless to protect herself from her handsome captor. It didn’t take long. Jo-Anne’s hips were gyrating and she was getting wetter and wetter. Jo-Anne moved more and more against Natalie’s hand. At the same time she began working her hand inside Natalie once again. She tossed her head back as the first wave rolled through her body. Her voice was quite guttural as she exploded in pleasure.