I arrived at Mike's on my own that Friday evening. Penny had arranged to meet Tara in town at lunchtime, and I had a late tutorial. So it was nearly six when I rang the door, and my breath was caught by what I saw when it was opened.
Penny was in full slave gear. Mostly leather and chains, although there was not much of either. She had a leather collar with a lead attached, and her hair was pulled back. Her nipples were showing above the balcony bra, and her thong was mostly chains with a tiny triangle of leather on it. There was no hair showing around it. She was standing on a low table in the middle of the hall, in catwalk model pose, one leg slightly bent, one arm up with hand behind her head, the other on her hip.
It was Tara who had opened the door, throwing it wide to display my girlfriend in this outrageous pose, and she laughed at my stunned expression. I looked at her, and if my mouth had not already been open it would surely have been.
Tara was dressed in a silk basque. It was striped in black and gold, it left her breasts almost entirely exposed, and it stopped just below the top of her ginger bush, which was now trimmed short and into a neat triangle. She was wearing bright red lipstick, and I had noticed a colour matching lip mark on Penny's right nipple.
Both of them would have been visible from the street. I hurried to get in and close the door as Tara said "Welcome back Master Sean. Our slaves are ready for your pleasure. The Boy is in the kitchen, but I will call him if you would like your cock sucked now."
It took me a moment to get my bearings. I was back in that crazy world again, and the shock was disturbing. "Ah, no, no, I don't need him. I'm sure he is busy cooking. Anyway I'm sure this girl would be able to suck my cock if I needed it. Or perhaps you might do it?"
Tara grinned "I might. But just now the Girl can't suck you. Hadn't you noticed?"
Penny was gagged. How had I not seen that? A black leather bolster was strapped into her mouth. "Oh, yes, of course," I stumbled out. "But I could remove it."
Tara frowned "I would prefer if you didn't, Master Sean. She is being punished for being cheeky to her Mistress. I told her she had to wear it for an hour. She has forty minutes to go."
"Ah. Well, if you have ordered punishment, well, I wouldn't want to interfere, Mistress Tara," I said, again trying to find my way and pick up the rules of this game.
"Would you like a drink, Sean? And perhaps to slip into something more comfortable? Or at least out of your jacket?" Tara said, like a good hostess.
I agreed I needed a drink.
Tara ordered Penny to fetch me a gin and tonic, and we went into the living room. Tara sat on the sofa opposite me, picking up her own G&T, which I had interrupted by my arrival. Semi-naked and in any other circumstance quite ravishable, she chatted away about the events of the last two weeks, and she ignored Penny's near naked form as she came back with my drink and then stepped up onto the coffee table to take her pose and await further orders. It was surreal.
I wanted to ask about Penny's sudden lack of pubic hair. I could see that her thong at the back was simply a thick chain, and it had sunk slightly into her slit at the front. She was shaved. Was there anything under the small leather triangle? When had this happened? Why? But somehow I couldn't say anything. The game was clearly that Tara and I should pretend to ignore her, and also ignore Tara's near nudity. It was a strange sort of self teasing.
So we talked about my studies (exams were beginning to loom) and Tara's work (animal rescue charity, an incongruous occupation, I thought) and about some ridiculous local politician's latest gaffe. And then Tara suddenly switched the conversation around and said "Oh yes I meant to say, I have been instructing the slaves this afternoon. The Boy has been told he may not come in the Girl's pussy this weekend, and may only come if permission is given. The Girl has been told that she should expect you to come in her ass at least once every day."
I nearly choked on my gin. "Pardon?" I said.
"Yes," Tara drawled, "I think it is time she got ass-fucked. She enjoyed the play with the butt-plug and the vibrator last time, and you liked fucking her with your finger and the plug, so I think it is time she had your cock up her bum. Of course she agreed when I told her. So I spent a little time this afternoon getting her ready. I gave her a good wash out with the irrigator, and two full syringes of lubricant afterwards. But I haven't done much to stretch her yet. I was leaving that to you. I thought with her well lubed up inside you could break her in hard, if you wanted to. Just fuck her as she is. But if you want to loosen her up a little, since you are always such a gentleman, even to slave-girls, I have a range of butt plugs you could use. You could put one in now and maybe change it for a slightly bigger one before dinner, then swap it for a larger one before dessert and she should be ready for a nice tight fucking after coffee. What do you think?"
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Penny looking at me. Despite the gag I thought she was smiling, excited and amused by this lewd proposal. I tried to play it casual, I shrugged. "Well, as you say, I prefer the gentle touch."
Tara turned to Penny and said "Get the butt plugs and lube, Girl."
Penny bowed to her, and left the room. Tara said "She is coming on well, don't you think? She begged me this afternoon to help her get ready for you to take her anal cherry. She said she wants you to be her first since that will mean you took her virginity in all three holes. Romantic, yes?"
"Ah, yes, very romantic." I said, and she laughed at my discomfort.
"You still don't get it do you, Sean. She loves you, and she wants you to have her. Not just as girlfriend, but to possess her. She wants to be owned entirely by you. She wants to be yours and to prove she is yours by giving you everything, doing everything for you. The girl is a slave at heart. And she is anally orgasmic, you lucky boy. Not all women like it, but she almost came when I was giving her the enema."
I couldn't process this, although the image that flashed in my mind set my cock shifting uncomfortably. "And I take it you shaved her?"
Tara looked a little shifty. "Sorry, Sean, yes. I meant to just trim her, like I did with mine, but then we chose the thong, and I trimmed a bit more, and well, I'm sorry you missed the fun. But she'll need shaved again tomorrow and Sunday, so you can do it then. Although Mike would love to have a go, if you'll let him."
