Leather & Lace, Co.
Chapter 12 - Realization and Acceptance
By the White Knight
I woke that morning to an insistent nibbling at my ear. I happily growled my
way away from his lips and into Greg's waiting arms. I could feel my soreness
as we started, but my desire overwhelmed me. My Evil Lord and master, rather
than be gentle to my two abused lower orifices, caressed and rubbed against them
rather ardently. Even to the point of pushing one of his fingers through my
aching rosebud entrance. Rather than turning me off however, I found his
caresses to be an unbelievable stimulant. It was truly incredible, but it was
as if once I had passed the initial pain that the pleasure was twice as great.
Unfortunately for Greg I wasn't bound this time, for without something to hold
me back he couldn't stop me as I pushed him onto his back and mounted his
hardened rod! It didn't take either of us long to come, as the fever pitch
excitement of the night before carried over into our early morning lovemaking.
With a heavy groan I arched my body backwards as my orgasm over took me. Greg
groaned loudly soon after and began pumping his seed into my steaming sex. It
may have been a quickie, but it was also a definite goodie!
It was a bright sunny day as viewed threw our wide picture windows. We put back
on our clothes from yesterday and did our best to make them look presentable.
After a leisurely breakfast we headed back to the Thatcher's "A" frame. We
arrived to find the house empty, with a note left on the kitchen table asking me
to lock up when I left. I looked at Greg and he looked back at me. We beamed
excited smiles at one another. The whole house at our disposal for the entire
day! Not to mention it was stocked with a host of Mr. and Mrs. Thatcher's
favorite toys! God life can really be good sometimes.
"What do you feel like doing", I asked my lover.
"Oh, I know what I would like to do", he answered. "But, wouldn't you feel a
little better if we took a break? Sharon, you've got to be a bit sore and I
actually have another idea which is almost as exciting."
I frowned at first, but taking a quick inventory of all of my aches and pains
revealed the wisdom of his words. Besides my curiosity was aroused. What could
be as exciting as bondage and lovemaking?
"And just what did you have in mind as an alternative", I asked him with a
smirk.
"Shopping", he stated evenly.
"Shopping", I repeated in disbelief. What could he ever be thinking of? How
could shopping be as exciting as sex?
"Yes", he replied. "I'll bet that you didn't know that there is a Leather and
Lace store in town." I shook my head in the negative and began to smile
knowingly at his suggestion. "Also, we could stop by Dad's company and pick up
a few useful items. And as a further inducement dear lady, you should know that
their line of products extends into a host of leather items such as skirts and
pants."
I laughed, "And you keep saying that I'm to good to be true! What about you! I
was thinking about lingerie shopping before I fell asleep last night. With the
way that you feel about it, I felt it was high time that I visited my company
store!" I gave him one of my sexy smiles and breathed softly, "Did you know
that I have special employee discounts?"
He laughed and replied sexily, "Did you know that I'm an employee now and I've
have a credit line also? And did you consider that I have "family" discounts
when it comes to anything Stanton Enterprises makes?" As he watched my smile
grow he added softly, "Later, I thought we might pick up a few papers and start
looking for some real-estate. I'm not saying that we should buy around here,
but I thought it would be fun to start sorting out our idea's on what type of
place we want share."
We fell together in a happy embrace. Then I went off to my room to change for
the day while he made a few calls on his cell phone.
I quickly stripped and realized that I would have to retrieve my underwear from
his glove compartment. I put on a matching bra and panty set of white lace.
Followed by a button down sleeveless pale yellow shirt and white hip hugging
shorts. Lastly I donned my favorite "going out" sneakers, a pair of soft cotton
Candies. These sneakers were lousy for aerobics, but they looked as sexy as
this type of shoe could ever look.
As I was walking back to meet Greg, a thought hit me like a lightening bolt. It
was Sunday; the stores wouldn't be open. Greg was just closing his cell as I
sprang this little piece of dismal news on him. He smiled and rested his hands
gently on my shoulders, "And just whom did you think that I was calling a minute
ago?" I gave him a confused look. "I have just completed arrangements for us
to pick up the key to the Leather and Lace store in town and made sure that
security out at Dad's place was expecting us." He smiled and gave me a kiss.
"Always thinking, that's me."
It was a beautiful day so we rode to the store with the windows and sunroof
open. We picked up the key and then drove over to the store. Upon arriving, we
both self-consciously looked about like burglars before entering. Once the door
was locked behind us the fun began. We were like two kids let loose in a toy
store. Walking through the store we pointed out things that interested us to
each other. In minutes we had gone from the front of the store to the back.
"Oh, this is great", I said happily. "Now that we've got an idea of where
everything is located where do you want to start?"
"The peignoir sets and night gowns", he replied immediately.
"Really?", I asked with a voice and look that required an answer. Heck, I
expected him to say something like Baby Dolls, Teddies, or something overtly
sexy.
"Yes", he replied. "I like to think of them as sexy lounge wear. For those
times that often precede sex where these purely feminine gowns could be used as
a reminder of all of your many charms. I may not tie you up in them all that
often, but they really are classy and you my dear are one classy lady."
"Well thank you, sir", I said with a small curtsey. "Peignoir sets it is and
may I just say that you constantly amaze me."
"I hope that I always do, Princess", he smiled in reply.
We picked out some beautiful gowns in an assortment of colors and styles.
Shortly after going into the changing room Greg appeared with an armful of
shoeboxes. Each box contained a pair of satin mules with tufts of marabou
feathers in a different color. "Try these on, I think that you'll like them",
he said. I had seen these high-heeled slippers in the catalog and thought that
they looked sexy, now I was getting the chance to play with them! "Oh and don't
forget these" he said as he handed me a package of sheer white stockings. I
looked at him questioningly, so he smiled and explained his request.
"Personally, I believe that women should wear stockings with every outfit. Even
a woman, such as you, who has a heck of a great pair of legs, can't go wrong
with a sexy pair of stockings. Further, they add another level of contrast to a
women's clothing and enhance her looks. For example, sheer black stocking clad
legs flowing into black patent leather high-heels forms a magnificent piece of
art versus the same creamy white leg poured in the black heels." As I looked
down at my own naked legs I began to wonder if he was commenting on my own
outfit. Sensing my change in mood he continued "However, there are times when
stockings simply would not be appropriate or where they simply would not improve
your overall appearance. The beach for example would be an inappropriate place
to wear stockings. Also, I got to say that your current outfit is perfect just
the way it is. Those tanned legs of yours emerging from those perfectly fitting
bright white short shorts and those very feminine white sneakers, makes for one
heck of a nice picture."
I beamed at his compliments but still I had to ask, "If you like to see women in
stockings are you sure that you wouldn't want to see me in stockings or
pantyhose, even in this outfit?"
"Oh, I guess there would be times that I would", he responded thoughtfully.
"Say if we were going to be playing out a bondage scenario. Then I would like
you to be wearing stockings. And seeing as I would want you to take off those
hot pants, I'd say that pantyhose were a better choice. "
"I think I'm getting the drift of what you're saying", I said thoughtfully.
"But, you keep talking about enhancing or improving what I'm wearing and how I
look and it almost sounds like you're trying to achieve a certain look. You
know baby it would help me a lot if you could put that into words so I can do my
part, which..." I continued with a sassy smile " is mainly to please you."
Greg chuckled. "You know I think I been a director for too long. I've gotten
used to people understanding my partial speak, because they were already on the
same page." He leaned casually against the doorframe, taking on the tone of a
collegiate professor. "I'm not into bondage because I wish to cause pain, it
maybe a by-product of the event but it is not my main goal. My goal is to
create a piece of art, a living piece of art, where I am the artist and you my
dear are the canvas. That, in essence, will become part of our foreplay." He
straightened and became more animated. "Each bondage scenario that I set out
for you in the future will always place you at the center of the picture or
tabloid that I am trying to create. And I truly believe that your beauty and
vivaciousness will allow us to create one bondage masterpiece after another".
He smiled roguishly and added, "Of course our type of artwork does have one very
significant advantage over the more traditional type. How often do you think
that Van Gogh and his paintings had great sex together?"
We both laughed. Once I nodded my head in understanding, Greg turned and left
me to change. Stripping down to my panties, I removed the stockings from their
packaging and expertly rolled one. The sheer nylon flowed up my calf, over my
knee and onto my thigh until it ended in a lacy elasticized top. Its mate was
soon caressing my opposite leg. Finished with this, I slipped into a silk ivory
gown that fit like a sheath to just above my knees. Here it flared out slightly
before reaching the floor. I put on the gauzy nearly transparent robe and then
searched for the appropriate pair of slippers. Sure enough there was a pair in
Ivory. I slid these on and strode sexily from the room to model this creation
for my lover.
Greg was right this was a classy outfit so as a walked towards him I adopted the
attitude of a fashion model gliding down the runway. At the end of my imaginary
run way I posed for him in a number of positions and then turned for my walk
back to the changing room. The one thing that I did differently then those
models I had seen on television was smile. Heck this wasn't work and he made
me feel warm as I watched him watching me ever so intently. His gaze was nearly
magnetic and I wanted so very much to please him. Flipping the hem of my gown
with a flick of my leg, I gave him a good view of the ivory mules that he had
picked out for me.
As I walked away I heard Greg applaud my performance. I turned before I left
the room, leaning seductively against the doorway with a huge come hither smile.
"You may have noticed Sir that this gown has an air of bondage in its own
right."
He looked at me quizzically.
I laughed and then walked a bit for him again. Pointing to the length of my
strides. Smiling I told him that the tightness of the gown at the knees, kept
me to short steps and would definitely keep me from running.
"Princess", he said warmly. "You are the best. I only wish I had a camera so I
could do your modeling justice." Then his face brightened as the proverbial
light bulb went off over his head. He jumped up and said, "Don't move baby,
I'll be right back".
He ran out of the store, leaving me wondering what the heck was going on.
Minutes later he returned holding high a camera case. "Baby are you game", he
asked as he moved towards me. I smiled and nodded.
"Oh, honey, I love it", I laughed. "And as for being game, I am going to do my
best to prove to you that I am the best game in town!" Taking me in his arms we
kissed deeply and passionately, until I could feel the heat building in my
loins. Pushing him gently away, I stated the obvious, "If we keep doing this we
are never going to get any shopping done."
He stepped back with a laugh and replied, "Yes, indeed. Star photographer Greg
Stanton reporting for duty!
Greg moved back to his previous position and then had me model the gown again as
he snapped his pictures. This went on with the next four flowing gowns, with
small variations added to the same performance each time. The gown I had held
to last was a rich ruby red. The top of the gown was crafted much like an
Elizabethan gown with tight elasticized stitching gathering the material from
belly button to breast. My breasts were cupped in supporting material and
pushed towards each other and upwards with a cunning use of more of the
elasticized stitching. The neckline was cut square showing off a healthy amount
of breast and cleavage. Where the gown totally deviated from it Elizabethan
counterpart was in the slits up both sides. This was much like the dress that I
had worn at the company party hosted by Mr. Thatcher and Mr. Stanton. To say
that I loved that style of gown was much to mild a phrase.
Sliding into the matching red slippers, I strutted sexily from the room.
Stopping twice during my "runway" walk I posed, each time showing off my right
or left leg nearly to hip. Toes pointed, puffy feathers gracing the high-heeled
satin mule, tanned leg gleaming through a sheer nude stocking against the
background of the rich red gown. I gave him my best seductive looks as my chest
rose and fell to my fevered breathing.
"Princess", Greg said softly. "You are absolutely gorgeous!" As I stood before
him and posed, and he continued, "God, you are so hot its just incredible!" He
stopped clicking pictures, so I took the opportunity to slide onto his upraised
knee. His hand moved quickly to my chest as our mouths met. Slowly, gently, we
mutually broke our embrace.
"I think that one is a definite keeper, how about you?" he asked.
Standing now, I bent over at the middle so that my chest was almost pressed into
his face. I shook my upper body causing my full breasts to jiggle in their
tight confines. "Oh yes", I replied boldly, "a definite keeper".
"Amen", he agreed.
We both laughed and then headed over to the next section of the store that
displayed bras, garter belts and stockings. I already had a number of these
sets at home, but after finding out about his desire to see me in stockings on
an almost constant basis, it seemed that like a good opportunity to increase my
collection. Once I had tried on each of the dozen or so different sets, I
settled on three of types. Greg proved very useful, by helping me find each of
the types in every one of the offered colors! To top things off he also
produced strapless color matched bra's, to match each of the sets. By the end
of our little spree, I had about three dozen new bra's, half as many garter
belts and two pairs of stockings for each set. I couldn't even begin to
comprehend how long it would take before I wore each of the outfits.
Moving on to teddies and hip length gowns, I found that he had a true affinity
for sexy little gowns often referred to as baby dolls. This also forced me to
return back to the stocking section in order to match the mini gowns with stay
up stockings. In a few cases he even encourage me to replace the gowns panties
with one of the garter and panty sets, adding an entirely different look to the
piece of lingerie. I had to admit that there was something innately exciting
about seeing the taut suspenders poke out from beneath the sexy satin or silk
gown, clasping tightly to the lace tops of the sheer hose. Hmmm, it gave me a
deep down warm feeling as I watched his eyes devour me, with the whirl of the
camera advancing recording his desires.
I think the best of the lot were the two Grecian style mini-gowns. Both had
wide sashes about the middle with slightly flared skirts that barely covered my
crotch. The one we picked out in shinning silver boasted a deep-throated top,
while its virgin white mate left one shoulder bared.
Teddies, camisoles with tap pant bottom sets, bustiers, a few simple hip length
chemise gowns and low-back slips were added to our selection. However, it was
starting to get late in the morning and I only tried on a few of these
offerings.
By the end of the morning we had racked up an unbelievable amount of lingerie,
which Greg insisted that we wrap in boxes that we found behind the sales
counter. "Yes, I know that we don't have to wrap them", he responded to my
question. "But, think of how much fun it will be to unwrap each one of these
beauties. Opening the box, peeling aside the gauzy pink paper and finally
revealing the sexy item. Then you can think about the fun that we had selecting
them and experience the day all over again."
He made it sound like Christmas and thinking it over I it really did sound like
fun. But who would have ever thought of this kind of thinking from a man?
Again my questioning stare led him to explain himself. A little sheepishly he
added, "That's how Cassie explained it to me, when she described shopping with
Dad."
I entered all of our purchases into the computer as I had been taught to do,
using Greg's ID. I was greatly surprised when I realized that the total came to
nearly $2000! Greg saw my shocked gaze and shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
I printed out the invoice and left it on the counter so that the people who ran
the store would know that their inventory had been severely reduced. Greg
dropped a hundred dollar bill onto of the invoice and added a yellow sticky with
the caption "commission".
I looked at with an unspoken question in my eyes. "Always keep the employees
happy", he said by way of explanation. I smiled and we left for a quick lunch.
Our visit to Stanton Enterprises was nearly as time consuming as our morning
adventures. First we started in the clothing side of the business, where I
picked up a cute leather mini-skirt, a halter top and a soft pair pants all in
black leather. Greg added to this by selecting the same items in a fawn colored
suede material.
He then steered me past the shoe area, much to my chagrined as I love shoe
shopping. He mollified me by explaining that he had a real fetish for female
footwear and that we couldn't give shoes the time they deserved in our
compressed schedule. Beside, his dad had already provided me with three pairs
that made a great start for our collection.
Moving into the bondage gear section Greg moved like a man with a purpose. He
instinctively knew exactly what he wanted and exactly where to find it. I ended
up following him around with a dolly that he did an admirable job of filling. A
white arm binder that zipped up the back, a black one that was laced, a set of
connected straps, which was called the "web" but I wasn't totally sure what it
did. Then there was the host of cuffs, straps and spreader bars. Cuffs for
wrists, ankles and thighs. Most of the cuffs appeared to be lined with soft
leather, some had only one buckle and others had dual buckles. The amount of
different types of cuffs he picked out simply amazed me.
The collars that he picked out caused an unexpected shiver to race through my
body. I had seen the pictures in our catalog, but the thought of putting on a
collar would truly mark me as his slave. I wrapped my arms around myself as he
placed thick black leather one on the cart that was labeled a 'posture collar'.
His other selections had been thinner and in some cases made of softer different
colored leather. They were scary, but not nearly as devious as the thick
posture collar. I could take my eyes off of it.
I guess I missed my cue to move the dolly to the next set up hardware, which
caused Greg to look over at me. "Are you alright", he asked with true concern
in his voice.
"Yes... Yes, I am", I answered hesitantly. "It just that I hadn't really
thought about a collar being put about my throat. You know what I mean. Its
such a blatant display of ownership... of me being a slave... of... of..."
My voice trailed off and he finished my thought. "Of submission. It's your
visual proof of total submission to me."
"Yes", I replied quietly.
Greg seemed to want to shake me out of my maudlin funk. He smiled and beat his
hands upon his chest like Tarzan. "Me master. You slave." He said in an
imitation of the ape-man's voice. His little act did the trick and earned him a
smile.
I suppose he noticed my eyes stray apprehensively over to the thick collar.
"Oh, the posture collar bothers you?"
I nodded my head 'yes'.
"Well Princess, the only way to get over being afraid of something is to
experience it first hand, so why not put it on now?" Without waiting for a
reply from me he picked up the offensive item and made a circular motion with
his hand, meaning that I should turn around. I knew that my fear was
irrational, but it was still just as real. I screwed up my courage by reminding
myself how much pleasure I had already received by being the submissive in our
new partnership. Still I closed my eyes as I turned my back to him.
I felt the collar slide about my neck. As he adjusted it, which meant matching
up the scalloped indentations on the right and left side of the collar with my
shoulders, it began to nudge the underside of my neck. Once in place, Greg
began tightening the buckles at the rear of my neck. With each pull of the
straps the pressure of the thick leather beneath my chin forced my head upward.
Finished with his work Greg stood back and asked, "How's that?"
I wasn't truly in any pain. Yes, it was uncomfortable, but not terribly so. In
fact the way that it forced me to keep my head up, reminded me very much of the
corset that I had recently worn. That too had forced me to maintain my posture.
"It's not so bad" I finally replied.
"Good. Good", Greg said as he gave me a sly wink. "Because, I just had a
thought." Oh boy, I said to myself as I wondered what he had in mind behind
that mischievous smile of his. "We have all this great stuff here and after
putting you in that collar I was just thinking that it would be great if you
modeled some of it."
I had gotten used to the collar and now I also started thinking about the fact
that Greg was leaving soon for a whole week. A whole week in which I would once
again be flying solo. I had not really thought about this before, but now that
I had the thought of being alone for so long with no one to play with, really
made me want to have at least one more bondage experience. "OK, big guy. But,
this collar is going to keep me from putting anything on myself so it's all up
to you. Knock yourself out!"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, doll face" he answered with a smile. As he
knelt down before me I realized that I couldn't look down to see what he was
doing. Well, that's not exactly true. I could bend at my middle and lean over
so I could see him in my peripheral vision, but I couldn't look down by simply
bending my neck. The collar had effectively eliminated that possibility.
I felt a cuff placed about my right ankle and be quickly tightened as it was
buckled closed. My left ankle faired the same only minutes later. "Ow", I
cried as I tried to look down at whatever was touching my thigh. I hadn't
expected to be touched there and without thinking I had tried to look. I now
realized that this was a big mistake, after that black leather monstrosity about
my neck gave me a nasty pinch.
"You've got to remember to always keep you head up when you're wearing a posture
collar princess", he reminded me as he began attaching restraints to my upper
thighs.
I was already becoming wise enough to hold my tongue. I'm sure that a sarcastic
'now you tell me' would earn some type of punishment, so I just bit my lip.
After he had applied my leg restraints he stood up and held up our new white
leather arm binder sleeve, so that I could see it. Meekly I put my arms behind
my back with my steepled fingers pointing towards the floor.
Greg pulled the sleeve around my hands and then slid the soft leather under my
arms. As he placed the straps over my shoulders he whispered in my ear, "My, my
you are a fast learner." I'm sure that I blushed, but I couldn't help from
smiling. Zipping up the sleeve was like trying to zip up pants that are just
too tight. Greg however didn't relent in his task until after he nudged the
zipper a few inches above my elbows. It was then I felt another strap begin
pulling my upper arms closer and closer together.
"This model has it's own built in tightening strap", he informed me. "It's to
bad that you can't see back here because it really is a beautiful piece. The
grommets and buckles are gold plated, which really looks great on the white
leather. Not to mention what it's doing to your chest, heck it looks like
you've gained two inches and I haven't even closed the zipper." Shortly, I
heard the zipper snick home. I stretched against my arm bindings in a
half-hearted attempt to relieve the ungodly strain on my shoulder and back
muscles. As I suspected however, my efforts proved totally useless.
Snap. Snap. I could see the flash from the corner of my eye as Greg started to
take a few pictures. As he moved around in front of me, I gave him my best
smile in spite of my strained arms. "I have a request, master."
"And what would that be princess", he said as he stopped clicking pictures.
"I would like to be the keeper of our photo albums. And with the pictures were
taking today I can see that they are going to be very interesting ones." I
answered. "It's truly one of my passions. I love to put together an album
after a vacation or trip and I work hard to try and have the pictures tell a
story. I can't imagine what our chronicles will look like in a year, but I'm
getting the distinct impression that they are going to tell a very interesting
story!"
"Princess you continue to amaze me", he said with a happy smile on his face.
"Your request my dear is graciously granted. You have now been appointed the
recorder of our family's history. In fact I'll give you all the film that I
shot today and hopefully by next week, when I return, you can show me our first
album."
"It would be a pleasure..." I started. But, it was at this moment that one of
his words registered in my mind. "Family's?" I questioned him.
While I was in this shocked mood, he chuckled and had me kneel down on the
dolly. I knelt there with my rear resting on my heels as he pulled upon each of
restraints. It was only when I tried to reseat myself a little more comfortably
that I realized that I could hardly move my legs at all. "You've locked my
ankles to my thighs." I stated as I began to realize what had happened.
"Yes, princess, the position is called a 'frog tie'", he explained. "And I must
say that you lock positively radiant with your tight little butt resting upon
your sexy little sneakers. Not to mention how well your white shorts and
sneakers match with the sleeve. Even the gold buckles work nicely with the with
your yellow shirt." He continued his running commentary as he began snapping
more pictures. "The black leather posture collar and restraints, don't work
with the whole flow of the picture however. I think that we should go back and
get some in white leather." With that he began pushing me and the dolly down
the aisle. I couldn't help but think that I must look like a one of those
figureheads that they used to place for good luck below an old time sailing
ships bowsprit. You know the type, with the women's out thrust breasts and
forward looking gaze seeming to lead the ship onward.
I had almost believed that he had forgotten my question, when he decided to
respond to me. As he began placing some white and red restraints onto the
dolly, he said, "Yes, OUR family's. I realize that there are only two of us
just yet and I'm not looking to increase that number in the near future, but yes
it will be OUR families albums."
"Are you asking me to marry you?" I asked softly.
"Princess, I think I've already done that. But, if you are talking about making
it official with a ring and all no I'm not." He responded seriously. "Of course
when I do ask you I promise it will be a really special event." I couldn't help
but smile. He was just so perfect that it made me ache inside.
On we rolled blindfolds and gags came next. Again the variety that he selected,
almost without thought, surprised me. I hadn't realized until now that Stanton
Enterprises actually produced the gags sold through Leather & Lace, Co.
Finally as he seemed to be winding down he picked up what I had now come to
learn was a penis gag. But this wasn't your standard two-inch model. No, no,
this baby sported a thick phallus at least five inches long!
"Whoa, baby... master", I said in a slightly shaking voice. "Do you really
expect me to wear that?" I asked.
"Of course", he replied non-pulsed. "It's all a matter of training and
experience. We don't have to start with this one, but I think you'll get there
quickly enough."
"Greg", I replied from my heart. "I've been tied up and whipped in ways that I
never could have imagined only a few weeks ago, but that thing scares me."
"Princess, the collar frightened you too and you got over that", he answered
softly. I nodded yes. "So let's prove that you can handle it." He then held
the pseudo penis before my face and commanded me to open my mouth. Slowly he
thrust in the thick piece of rubber. Thoughtfully, he stopped after the first
two inches were in and reminded me to stay clam and to breathe through my nose.
It felt very different than a real cock. Harder, colder and it tasted funny.
Knowing that it would be easier on me if I took matters into my own hands
(figuratively speaking of course). I pushed my head forward and accepted
another couple of inches of the thick penis. When it reached the back of my
throat and kicked in my gag reflex, I backed off a bit to regain my composure.
Greg realized what I was doing and just held the thick leather base in place as
he coached me. "That's it baby", he told me softly. "You're doing great, just
a little bit more to go." Taking a deep breath through my nose, I thrust myself
forward until I had engulfed the entire pseudo phallus. With the leather base
tight against my widely spread lips Greg lifted my hair in order to buckle the
attending straps behind my neck.
"Now, baby, just kneel there while I pack up all of this stuff", Greg commanded
as he rolled the dolly onward. Of course I didn't have much choice in the
matter, so I did as he suggested.
While he went about his business I did my best to breathe calmly and stay as
relaxed as possible. The collar stopped me from moving my head much, and I
found that even the slightest movements would cause the rubber cock to rub
against the back of my throat and make me want to gag. Keeping my head as still
as possible seemed the only answer.
The dolly and I had been moved over to a computer station in the warehouse. He
began using a scan gun to record the UPC's on all of our purchases. It took
quite a while to complete the transactions, but finally he retrieved a full
print out of our purchases and signed his name at the bottom.
Seemingly hours later Greg returned to my side and asked, "Would you like me to
remove your gag now?" God, that was a stupid question. Without moving my head
I made a nasally "un-huh" sound. With my mouth and throat full, I found that I
could make even less sound than with the ball gags to which I had now become
accustomed. Greg smiled, "I'll take that for a yes".
In a few seconds the rubber nightmare was sliding out of my aching jaw. It left
my mouth with a slurpy sound and glistened in the light with my saliva.
"So how do you feel about that gag? Your honest reactions." He questioned me.
"I didn't like it at all", I replied directly.
"But, you proved you could handle it, correct?" Greg asked.
"Yes", I answered quietly.
"Now, given the choice between wearing that gag for say half-an-hour or blowing
me for half-an-hour which would you prefer?" Greg asked with a tilt of his head.
"I'd much rather blow you... my Lord", I replied with a devious smile.
"And that is just how I would use that little item, my dearest slave girl", he
replied softly. "I would ask you to blow me for a full half-hour, no easy task
as you would have to keep me on the edge of cumming for almost the entire time.
If you failed in your task you would face a half-an-hour of our new gag, which I
believe would definitely drive you to work very hard to succeed. Don't you?"
I looked up into his eyes and smiled, "Oh, yes. That would definitely drive me
to try my best. But, what do I get if I succeed?"
"Your master's satisfaction", he replied jauntily. "Plus my undying love and
devotion."
He had finished unbinding me as we talked. Helping me to stand, He put his arm
about me as we left the building. In my head I thought over his words and
smiling to myself came to the conclusion that I could live with them.
Greg had a flight to catch at 8:00pm back to the coast and I had to drive back
to the city that night, so we ended up back at the diner for our dinner. On the
way we had stopped at a grocery store and picked up a couple of those house
hunter tabloids.
We spent our remaining time together, talking about the styles of houses that we
liked and where we wanted to live. He was more geared to your standard
colonials, while I was more aligned with a Tudor looking home. At the very
least, I suggested a split-level over a colonial. He laughed at my
assertiveness on the subject, but he also assured me that he would honor my
wishes. "A house is not a home, unless the woman of the family makes it one",
he explained. "So if you want a Tudor, I'll do my best to find you one that
will make you happy." I snuggled into his arms and just enjoyed his warm touch.
With that settled we quickly agreed that we would live somewhere close to the
Leather and Lace offices, so as to keep our commuting time down.
As the time for his leaving drew near, Greg drove me back to my car. He opened
my door for me, but as I moved to step in he barred my way with his strong arms.
Quickly he pulled me to him and our lips met in a hungry kiss. A warm hand
found its way to my chest as another slid down between my legs. I could feel
the cold metal and glass of the car against my back as our passion once again
jumped in to high gear. My hips surged to his touch as I could feel the heat
burning within me. He soon discerned my desire and began dry humping me as our
sexes melded together.
Just as I was about to break our lip lock to beg him to make love to me, he put
both hands on my shoulders and separated our bodies. He smiled at me as he
worked to steady his breathing. "Always leave them wishing for more, was the
first lesson that Cassie taught me as a boy. I wonder if she and your aunt knew
each other? Anyhow, it's time for me to go kitten".
My sex-clouded mind heard his words, but it took a few moments for them to
register. Soon I found myself smiling back at him. "Oh, you are good... very
good my lord. I can't wait for your return and you haven't even left yet!"
With a last hug and chaste kiss, he finally helped me into my car. I made the
long drive back to my apartment thinking all the way about the huge change in
course that my life had taken in such a very short time. From never
experiencing bondage to becoming a... slave? A love slave, I said to myself
slowly. I liked the sound of that better. Yes, I was Greg's love slave. That
was the other big change, Greg. From wishing for my imaginary lover to finding
him and then some! Boy it had been some week.
Unpacking the car took awhile because of all of our lingerie purchases. Greg
had kept the bondage equipment, but he had given me all of the lingerie before
leaving. I left all the boxes in the living room with the exception of one that
I brought with me into the bedroom.
After a quick shower, I opened my present. It was a satin hunter green low-back
slip that I had found to be extremely comfortable. Removing my towel I slipped
the gown over my head. The tingle from my nipples almost woke me up, but
totally exhausted I decided to retire for the evening. With a smile on my face
I fell asleep to the realization that there wouldn't be many more nights when I
would be sleeping alone.
