Anyone for Tennis, Menace, Dennis?
By Nikki Kernovii
Chapter 16--The Real Menace
N.B. The next couple of chapters get a bit dark.
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As I sat in the van, hands cuffed behind me. My waist pulled tight, and my boobs pushed up, by the leather corset. My naked butt itching from the course surface of the van seat, I felt nervous. Nervous and exposed.
I liked the corset. It was one of the ones Dennis had bought from that weird Anton guy.
The tiny red thong was not really me. I'm not a thong sort of girl. I like plain comfortable bikini briefs. The cuffs were for show, or something.
A passing truck driver looked in and nearly lost control of his vehicle.
So...
What a day it was already. And we had only just started.
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I was very surprised when, that Friday, Dennis and Remy arrived in the office, while I was at work. They both gave a curt nod in my direction, then headed straight in to see Mr Connor, who greeted them, before closing his office door behind them.
I could not hear much of the conversation, despite my trying to keep very quiet so that I could eaves-drop.
"Well I'm not sure... This is pretty irregular... understand it is legal. Of course you can."
I was pretty attuned to Mr Connor's voice, so I heard more of his side of the conversation. I thought I could hear Dennis say a few words, but could not make them out clearly enough.
Then it seemed to go quiet.
Something weird was going on.
After that, there was more mumbling and I could not hear any words clearly enough to understand anything. "Housing...", "Rent...", "All of...", "Yes. Ok...", "Not a P...", "... paper..."
Damn!
What was Dennis doing with my boss?
Why did he need Remy?
My FOMO detector went into overdrive.
I tried to carry on with my work, but was really too distracted to concentrate.
Maybe half an hour later Dennis walked out and left the office with hardly a nod in my direction.
My Connor came over to me.
"Errr, I've called for the temp to come in. This lady..." he nodded towards Remy, who was standing beside him. "... has asked that you accompany her this afternoon. She has... errm, paid me for the extra expense of the temp. So, this will not come out of your holiday time. I'm a bit confused myself, but maybe it will all become clear to you. So erm... if errm... you would like to go, I will hold the fort, as it were until... errm."
I stared towards Remy who raised an eyebrow and was smiling an innocent smile.
Well... what the hell? A free afternoon off.
Sure.
I logged off the computer, picked up my handbag and jacket, then I followed Remy outside.
Instead of Dennis' usual Limo, Remy directed me towards a black VW panel VAN.
She opened the passenger side door to let me in. The vehicle was pretty bare and looked like maybe a rental.
Remy soon got in to the driver's side and we drove off, out of town and heading south.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"We are meeting Mike and Emma and going to buy some bondage furniture." Remy replied. "Hence the van."
"Err, Ok." I said, still not a lot wiser. "No Dennis? Why me? Where?"
"No Mister Dennis. He is with Amelie. Today I am your Mistress. I need you. And we visit a supplier near bongo-bongo bongaton." Or maybe I misheard her say the name of the place. Anyway, it didn't mean anything to little old me. What did I know?
"You know, you don't look anything like any of the Mistresses we saw last Weekend."
"Not yet." Remy answered with a cheeky smile. "When we meet Mike and Emma, we will both need to change and play dress-up."
"Ok." I said, still suspicious.
We drove out of town, turned off the main road for a short way then stopped at a clearing. A rough car-park in the middle of nowhere, often used by walkers enjoying the local hills.
Maybe ten minutes later a car drove up to join us and Emma and Master Mike got out.
Remy led us all into the back of the van.
After a hug from Emma she produced several bags of stuff.
"Yours, I think. " She said, handing me one of the bags.
"Remy's." She handed another to Remy.
"And?" I asked, looking into the bag.
"Strip and get changed." Emma said.
"We are going to need to be in character. Dom-sub stuff." Mike clarified. "Between us we have put together some clothes for us to wear."
"And I wasn't included?" I asked.
"Hey! I wasn't either." Emma piped up. "We are subbies. We just do as we are told and have fun."
"Best you know as little as possible and just play along." Mike said.
That was supposed to be reassuring?
Oh Well. I should be getting used to my life being upside down since meeting Dennis.
I started removing my office attire.
I had been naked and more in front of all three of these people, so it shouldn't have worried me. However stripping in the back of the van still felt awkward.
Emma had already started.
"Come on." Emma tried to hurry me along. "Maybe we can get this bit over and we can go somewhere and have some real fun." She winked.
"Behave yourself. You horny slut." Mike reprimanded her. Though he said it with a grin.
Yeah he was horny too.
Emma was soon naked and looked good enough to eat. Yeah I would eat that.
Was I turning into a les?
She really did look hot. Or had I always had that in me? Just not awakened fully.
When Emma slid a corset on and bucked up the front, Mike stopped his own dis-robing to tighten the laces behind her. With her trim waist, her boobs poking out of the lacy bit at the top, and her bare, plump pussy, she did look hot.
I realised that I was staring and getting hot. I stopped to continue on with removing my own clothes.
The corset in my bag was the red one Dennis had bought for me a few months back.
Remy helped me in to it and tightened the laces.
"It does suit you." She whispered from behind me.
When she had finished, I fished a tiny scrap of cloth from the bag and held it up.
"Really." I asked no-one in particular.
"Oooh nice. " Emma enthused.
It was bright, scarlet-red. It was soft and silky. But very small.
I had a trimmed bush. This would JUST - only just - cover it.
I slid the thing up my legs and adjusted it. I still felt naked.
The thong was so light and flimsy it was barely even a second skin.
The next shock was the shoes.
Bright red with Huuuuuge heels.
I am not really a heels sort of girl. I usually wear flat-ish shoes for work. Heels would be a pain.
I had worn my 2 inch 'kitten-heels' for the parties. These, in the bag, were at least four inch, spiky 'fuck-me' heels.
When I put them on, I could no longer stand up in the van, but had to stoop the way Mike and Remy were doing.
"Ohh yeah. " Emma said in a breathy, lusty sort of voice.
"Yeah, Nice. " Mike agreed. He had put on a pair of tight, leather, trousers while I was otherwise occupied.
Remy had a tight, black, latex, skirt on. She also had a pair of fairly high heels, in shiny black.
The last thing in my bag were a pair of black leather cuffs.
"Those as well." Remy nodded at the cuffs in my hand.
"But don't worry. " Mike said. "I have doctored them at work. They will look the part, but pull hard and they will come apart."
I shrugged. I had no idea what that meant or why.
Best not to ask then.
Remy helped fasten the cuffs to my wrists then pulled my hands behind my back.
"Just don't pull hard unless you really need to." Remy said, as I accepted my fate.
When we had all finished dressing and adjusted our kinky, fetish wear, we packed our "Normal" clothes into the bags.
Remy slid the side door open so that we could venture, cautiously, out into the open air.
I was glad it was a week-day and lunch time-ish. This car park often got busy at weekends.
Remy helped me into the passenger seat and clipped my seat belt while Mike and Emma returned to their car.
We set off with Remy leading, Mike and Emma following.
It took about another half an hour or slightly longer. I couldn't see my wrist watch to check.
We arrived at a small industrial estate. There were only eight or ten units. Some looked to be unused. The last unit, along the closed end of the road, was the largest. The Sign outside was grubby and showed something about furniture.
"This used to be one place where Mr Dennis worked." Remy Said, as she opened the door. "It was better back then."
She unclipped my seat belt and helped me out of the van.
"Follow me. Follow my lead." Remy said as she locked the van. "Try not to talk. You are my sex slave. You treat me with the deference you are used to doing for Mr Dennis. Mike and Emma will come in later."
Indeed, Mike had parked his car some way away from the unit.
I felt cool and a bit exposed. I tottered carefully after Remy as she approached the unit door.
Inside was a small lobby. Behind a desk sat a guy who reminded me of the Sumo-wrestlers I had seen at the night-club in Manchester. He was built as though he could play prop for a national rugby team.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking up from his book.
"Mistress Rene. We look for furniture special? Mistress Abi recommend this place for the 'SPECIAL'"
Remy seemed to be trying to emulate Dennis' stumbling Franglais. I wanted to smile at her attempt.
"Sure. Go on in. " The grunt grunted, returning to reading his book. I was surprised to see the title -
'The Rough Guide to Climate Change by Robert Henson.'
' Well you never can tell. I think I was expecting a Playboy magazine or something.
Inside, the main unit had a high ceiling with lots of metal triangles and a row of fluorescent tubes hanging down. The far side of the building, at the highest point, had a row of metal wired windows letting in a small amount of the grey daylight.
