Chapter 10
Late Saturday Morning
She withdrew the vibrator from her quivering vagina, and fantasizing it was Jr.'s cock, ran her fingers over it to collect the dampness, then slowly licked her fingers. She willed herself to stand up and tucking her naked breast back in the top, began putting things away.
Checking out the options, within Barbara's closet, was sliding mirrored door that seem to close off a separate area. She had trouble opening the door but finally pushing it closed, the catch let go and it sprung open. She gasped as she took in the aroma of sex and a sight of debauchery.
Corsets, sheer nighties, short skirts, flowing see-through robes, fish net stockings, were all hung neatly. Underneath were boots and shoes with five, six and seven inch heels. Some in vinyl, some in leather. On a wall mounted bar hung, belts, chains, leashes, ropes and colored sashes. On hooks above the bar hung: steel and leather handcuffs, velcro restraints, leather studded collars, whips of all sizes, riding crops, fur and feather ticklers. In a bin on the floor were clamps of all sizes and materials. There were lead weights of different sizes. OMG, she exclaimed silently, there was even a tray of vibrators, butt plugs and penis sleeves, sitting on a box of pumps and batteries with various electrical leads coiled up neatly. Behind the hanging clothes were about a half dozen dildo harness in various shapes, sizes and lengths, pinned to the wall.
Unbelievable, she thought as she felt a new flush coming to her body and perspiration building up on her forehead. Until yesterday when she saw the dildo harness, she had not felt like this for years. The memories from boarding school came flooding back. But this was way beyond anything she had ever experienced or even come across.
To be safe, she felt she had an hour before the men came up for lunch. So little time and so much to do she thought. She stripped off her clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. She tried on various pieces of clothing, but like Brice had said about his wife, she was a big lady. Most of the corsets and bustierres fit nicely around her large breasts but were too long. Barbara was obviously very tall. Finally settling on a sheer cover-up that on Barbara probably came to her hips, but on Annie it clung like cling wrap to her bum. Remembering the exquisite orgasm from the car, she took a long chain with clips on the ends and fastened it to her nipples. The heavy weight of the metal hanging chain pulled at her breasts as they squeezed the engorged nipples.
She continued looking through the clothing and found a tight pair of black leather shorts with a large zippered pouch. Feeling its smoothness and she brought it to her nose. This must be Bull's she decided. She caressed the large empty pouch, thinking of the package that it has to hold back. She opened and closed the zipper a few times to hear the sound that it made before hanging it back up.
She took a leather riding crop and snapped at her palm a few times. Ouch, she thought, that smarts. So, she ran it down her stomach until it found her clit and she flicked it softly. Much better she noted. She ran the leather tip up and back over her prominent mons and swelling vulva. Her clit began to break free of its soft fleshy enclosure. It liked the feel of the leather.
She walked out into the other room and took the dildo harness out of the suit case. She stepped into and cinched it up. The tight leather straps fit into the recesses of her hips while the rear strap molded to the crevasse of her ass. The protruding dildo pushed the cool metal rings into her labia.
Walking back to the closet, she stopped to look at herself in the mirrored door. Shoes, she thought, I need shoes.
She looked at the shoes and tried on a pair with very high heels. She remembered how to stand boldly and walk confidently in them. She liked the feeling. It was so different than being a submissive to Sr. and Jr. Not better, not worse just different. If Barbara could have church and dominatrix personalities, couldn't she be both submissive and dominant?
Nervous about the time and getting caught, she took off the items and put them away. She quickly slipped on her top and pants without either the bra or the thong. She began putting the balance of things in the suitcases away, when in the outside pocket of one of the bags she found an album.
Sitting on the bed she opened the cover to find a collection of pictures that took her breath away. There was Barbara in a corset, thigh high boots. There was Bull with a collar and leash kneeling at her feet. There were two woman servicing Bull's enormous cock. There was an older man bowing to Barbara. There was an older woman going down on an older man. There was tall slim woman standing naked with arms overhead trapped in a spreader bar. There was a young man licking an older woman. A staggering variety of people, outfits and positions were recorded. The sitting area at the top of the stairs had obviously been used as a play area and the downstairs was an adult dungeon.
