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Author's Notes
Foreword #1: All sexually active characters in this story are over 18.
Foreword #2: This is a story and intended purely for pleasure.
Foreword #3: Thank you so much to a fellow story lover, Renate, for the inspiration behind this tale. I do hope she enjoys it and relates to my interpretation of her ideas.
Foreword #4: This is a seventh chapter in the "When the cat's away . . . " series. Although there is a little recap at the start, you may want to read the previous chapters to get up to speed with the story so far.
Foreword #5: Thank you so much to mbrow for being kind enough to read the draft story and provide his edits. Very much appreciated.
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Claudia Leber was happily married, actually she still is happily married. Steffen was the love of her life, a giant of a man in all respects. For all Claudia was petite, Steffen was huge; in stature and in endowment. What's more, when Steffen decided he wanted something he usually got it, and whether she wanted to or not Claudia always came to enjoy it. The only problem though was that Steffen traveled. It wasn't just a little traveling. Steffen would go often and be away for weeks. Claudia though, the doting wife, just got on with life, disappointed yet waiting in anticipation for his return.
It was on one such occasion that a casual invite to a Friday night drink introduced Claudia to Natalia, or Naty to her friends. It was just a chance encounter, or at least Claudia imagined it was just a chance encounter. It was though an encounter full of surprise, temptation, passion and, ultimately, satisfaction. Naty, the boss' wife, had touched all the right buttons and that chance encounter had become a night of wanton lesbian lust.
For days afterwards, Claudia had been trying hard to convince herself that it shouldn't have happened and wouldn't happen again. By now though it had happened twice more, once with a strap-on at the same hotel and then that day in the office. Okay, so that day hadn't exactly been a day of wanton lesbian lust, but it had been just as exciting and probably had much more of an impact on Claudia's life. She got the exposure that had been promised, and with it came a new role in the business and a sumptuous black leather collar.
She was no longer Claudia Leber, Accounts Controller.
She was now Claudia Leber, Mistress Natalia's secret little slut.
Things were really hotting up now. A weekend away had introduced Claudia to the life ahead of her, should she accept the new role. Now, back home, Claudia was left to consider which turn to take. Could she become Mistress Natalia's public slut?
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It was mid afternoon when Naty dropped me off at my place. With Steffen still away the place was quiet, but I guess that was what I needed. Peace, quiet and plenty of thinking time were the orders of the day. Time alone to reflect on and consider just what it was that I wanted. Not what Naty wanted, nor what Steffen wanted, this time it was all about Claudia.
Having showered I slipped into my favourite nightshirt, a silky little number. Yes, it was technically still late afternoon, but I had no intention of meeting anyone so why shouldn't I dress comfortably, and I really did love the cool feel of silk against my bare skin. I'd already opened a bottle of wine, filled a glass and sat it on the side next to the sofa. I had thinking to do and what better way to think than with a glass or two, or maybe even a bottle, of my choosing. There was a single question on my mind, a short, simple question.
What did I want?
My mind was awash with conflicting thoughts, and even a second glass didn't seem to clear the waters. I'd never meant it to happen but, somehow, I had fallen in love with this woman. But that was the question. Had I fallen in love with her or the things she did to me? Then there was Steffen. For sure I was in love with him. For sure I'd have liked the odd tender moment in amongst his strength and power, but it was Steffen himself whom I loved.
The biggest problem though was his travel, the endless weeks when he was away, and I was alone. I laughed to myself, an ironic laugh as I reflected back a few weeks. Of course, it was the travel which had started this whole journey. As I said, I never meant it to have happened, but it was also true that I didn't regret any of it. Now it was just a case of working out my next steps.
It was one hell of a choice to make. Steffen was safe and loyal. Naty though took me to places I had never been and had me enjoy them more than I could ever have imagined. He was full of power, she was dominant and controlling. I . . . I . . . it pained me to say it, but I was nothing more than a submissive wife or lover, depending which way you looked at it. Did I have to decide? Or was there a way to combine both?
Steffen would be the dependable secure option. I knew exactly what I would be getting, but deep at the back of my mind I sensed it would not be quite as satisfying. It was Naty who provided the edge. She offered endless opportunities to confront temptation and pander to my innermost desires. I knew that this came at a price. I would be nothing more than a slut, and I sensed that I would not just be Mistress Natalia's slut. It seemed so exciting, but was that really what I wanted for myself?
Safe and secure, or wild and reckless?
I had many things to ponder, but at least Naty was giving me time. As she dropped me off, she had mentioned the same.
"Claudia," she had said, "take as long as you need. I know it is a big decision, so take some time off. Have as many days as it takes. Here's my number. When you have your decision made, give me a call and we'll work out the next steps. There is no pressure. You have tasted your new role and I think you enjoyed it. The question you need to ask is whether you can take it to the next level, as that is what you would be committing to. I won't feel any less of you if you say no. As for Steffen, you have my word Claudia. I won't do anything to harm your relationship with Steffen. What you decide to tell him is down to you, and nobody else. You need to decide for yourself what it is you want."
I'd already finished the second glass and poured a third. This was so not the Claudia I knew. I would have one or two, but today it seemed to be the whole bottle which I had my eyes on. I guess that was the pressure of making this type of decision. It was dropping dark outside, so I closed the curtains and turned on a table lamp. The orange glow of the soft light provided a warm relaxing atmosphere. I took a sip at my latest glass when the phone rang. It took me by surprise as I really wasn't expecting any calls. Quickly I grabbed the handset and answered it. It was Steffen . . . my darling husband Steffen. Putting the handset back on the stand, it switched to loudspeaker mode. I sank back onto the sofa, listening to his charming voice.
"Hey, Claudia, the love of my life. Just thought I'd give you a quick call."
It was a bit strange. Steffen rarely phoned when he was away on business. I didn't make a deal of it, assuming he was totally maxed out with his work. It was nice though to hear his voice, but already my mind was wondering just why he had chosen to call this time around.
