First of all, a great big thank you to all who offered constructive criticism and comments. I truly appreciate it. Those comments have tempted me to go further. I want to thank Don (you know who you are) for being an un-official editor for me, you were a greater help then you know. Please remember this is chapter three in a series and for the full story read the previous installments. To the others who were undoubtedly offended, please accept my apology. This is meant as fantasy and includes references to blackmail, female submission, forced and interracial sex. If these things offend you then it is apparent that this story is not for you.
K
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The warm water was flowing over my, exhausted, naked body as I showered. My mind replayed the events of the day. I was shocked at not only how easily I had transformed into this wanton sexual being, but that I wanted this transformation as well. This confliction haunted my thoughts. How could I like this kind of attention?
I had never realized that I was submissive in nature, let alone sexually charged by it. This evening brought out feelings I had never felt before. The more I was degraded and humiliated the more I craved it. Only now was I seeing how much my life might change.
My mind kept replaying the things Mike, my husband, had said. "Wear what I say...do who or what I say...help me choose a mistress...." I couldn't believe it, but even now I had visions of watching him satisfy another woman. Those visions pleased me and angered me at the same time. Conflicted as I was, though, I felt the all too familiar stirrings between my legs at the very thought of him with another women.
My lusty thoughts were interrupted by the shower door opening. Mike was standing there with an impatient look on his face.
"Hurry up, we need to go," he said shortly.
I quickly rinsed my body and stepped out, taking the proffered towel from his hand.
Drying first my hair I asked, "Go where?"
"I wanted to hit a club and maybe meet some business contacts." He replied simply.
I walked into the bedroom, while I finished drying my chest and arms. Mike had laid out an outfit for the evening. I did not own any of these clothes. It had become apparent that they were pilfered from my daughter's closet. I was instantly glad the kids were gone for most of the summer.
I was walking towards my dresser to get a bra and panties when Dale walked in the room. He was as pleased as a peacock carrying a drink in each hand. Just as I was deciding the undergarments to wear Mike closed the drawer.
"If I wanted you to wear those I would have laid them out," he said scoldingly.
I picked up the pink wrap around blouse that I was to wear and looked at Dale.
"Don't mind me, not like I haven't seen it all before. I was just bringing you a drink to steel your nerves," he laughed.
I looked to my husband for assistance and all I got in return was a blank stare. Sighing, I dropped the towel that was covering me and after a little scented powder, slipped into the small top. My daughter's top was very tight and showed much of my abdomen. It was stretched to the point that it was semi-translucent, showing off my nipples plainly. It was supposed to go over a camisole and without it the neckline plunged dramatically. The denim skirt was no better; it was tight, very tight. What was worse then that was it was mid thigh length on me. None the less I dutifully put them on. With that being done, I slipped on a pair of high heeled sandals and headed to finish my hair and makeup.
"I want to leave in about ten minutes," Mike remarked answering his phone as it rang.
I busied myself primping, paying attention to make sure my makeup matched the position I was in. I teased my long hair and did one final check of my face. I was confident it was the look Mike required, evening makeup that was a touch more dark and sultry then I would have normally worn. My lips were painted with a brick color lipstick lined in brown to accent their fullness. "You look like a slut," I told myself in the mirror. I shrugged, spraying Mike's favorite perfume on my exposed cleavage and headed downstairs.
I was a bit wobbly as I walked, realizing how much I had drunk today, as I entered the living room. I was about to ask what the plans were, when there was a chime from the door.
"Ah right on time, Dale would you get that?" Mike asked, knowingly.
Dale walked across the carpeted floor quickly, smiling widely, as though he knew what was going on as well. I let out an audible gasp as Burt, our pool man, and his uncle walked in.
"Well done young man," Mike beamed, "you have a career in acting if you want it. I assume you are here for your final payment, right?"
Burt nodded while staring at me in my outfit.
"Pay the man Dale," Mike instructed.
Dale removed an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to Burt.
"Two grand as promised," he stated.
I stood there not knowing what was going on. Why would he pay the young man I had an erotic encounter with, why wasn't he angry? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, I was set up.
"You look so confused," Mike said, "I hired Ed, Burt's uncle to do it, but he thought Burt would be, um, better suited for the job."
"You knew this would happen?" I asked, astounded.
"Of course, Dale and I have been watching your toy play for months. We watched what interested you on those naughty videos and the sites you visited on-line. We noticed the once a week play time became almost once a day. I knew, given a little patience and the right incentive you would take the bait." He stated triumphantly. "After I met Ed and then Burt I knew it was time, so we set this up. Now I have enough damning evidence to hold you to our agreement."
Burt smiled, finally looking in my eyes, "the $2000 was great, but getting a chance with you was better. Anytime you need more service, please feel free to call."
