Emma looked shocked. Horrified, actually. Her mouth was moving, but not a sound came out. Chloe had just finished telling her best friend about Andy. It was a little more than ten weeks since that first day with Andy, and Emma was the first person to whom she had spilled all the details. Finally, Emma managed to form real words, and said, "Almost three months?"
"Yes. It has been fabulous," Chloe replied.
"You waited this long to tell me and then spill? And just to confirm, we are talking about Andy, Max's dad?" Emma sounded a little shell shocked.
"Well, I didn't intend to tell you at all, but you said I looked happy, and who was I hiding, and once I started it all just burst out." Chloe, for the first time today, sounded a little embarrassed.
Laughing now, Emma said, "Sounds like you just burst out!" Chloe joined her in laughing.
They sat for a moment, then Emma continued. "You have probably experienced more in three months than I will in my lifetime. I don't have the confidence to do that."
Chloe thought for a moment, then said, "Which bits of what I have done do you want to do?"
Emma was the one looking embarrassed now, there was a silence that was just a bit too long before she spoke, "I don't know really. I have thought about being spanked, but not with all those things, just a hand." She paused; there was clearly more, and Chloe wanted to give her the space to speak.
"I am really intrigued by that belt thing?" Emma continued.
"You mean the leather strap?" Chloe put in.
"Yes," said Emma. "Not that I really knew it existed before. But the fact it made you cum; I have got to know what that feels like. The strap, not the cumming from it. Well, actually, if I could cum from it, I would probably want to."
Chloe laughed again, and prompted, "Anything else?"
Chloe looked at Emma; she was not that dissimilar from Chloe. She had long flowing blonde hair, she was a couple of inches shorter, and her boobs were a couple of sizes bigger. Emma looked a little more out of proportion than Chloe, but she was very pretty. She had big, expressive eyes, a hazel-green mix. Right at this moment they were betraying that Emma had something more to say but was searching for how to say it. So, Chloe sat patiently and waited for her friend.
After a good minute, Emma spoke, her words uncertain for a moment, "Anal. You enjoyed it?"
"It wasn't that comfortable, but the orgasm was different from any other; it came from so deep inside me." Chloe's mind clearly wandered as she spoke.
Again, Emma was uncertain. "I never told you, but it was why Gary and I broke up." There was a pause, then she continued. "When we were doing it doggie, over at the cricket pitch, I was laying on one of the benches. He pulled out, and forced it up my arse. I begged him to stop, but he just thrust until he shot. I was almost in tears it was so painful. He had me pinned to the bench; there was nothing I could do. I defo didn't cum."
Chloe hugged her friend; she was clearly upset reliving it. "I dumped him there and then, and walked home. Thing was, until that point, I had wanted to try it, and hearing you talk about all the things he has done to your butt, makes me...well, reconsider," Emma spoke quietly.
"It sounds like we need to find you a man like Andy, then," Chloe laughed and hugged her friend tighter.
"Yeah, or just get Andy to do it," Emma laughed an evil, but fun laugh. Chloe let her friend go and shouted at her, "You dirty minx," as she grabbed a pillow and swung it her.
That conversation was at the weekend, and she had thought about it constantly, from then until now, Wednesday afternoon, when she was preparing to go to Andy's. Andy had been switching things up for a good few weeks now. She had no idea if she was going to be punished, have sex, or talk—or all three. However, she had decided that she wanted to talk today; she wanted to talk about Emma.
Talks were not always a good thing. A few weeks ago, she had had the talk about the excitement of being caught, and how much it had turned her on. Andy had her testing the limit of that for a few weeks. She had completely changed her clothes on a bus; there had been people at the front that could have turned and seen her at any point, but she did. The video was crap, but you could tell what she had done. Then, he had her skinny dip in a local river. She had jumped off the rocks at the waterfall, naked, and swam. She had only just got out before a group of lads arrived, and she had to run naked, carrying her clothes and shoes. From the shouts, they had seen her naked arse disappearing. She had leant against a tree and masturbated to an intense orgasm before she got dressed. Andy had punished her for that.
Those were highlights, but Chloe had been naked in a lot of places she should not have been. She had definitely been caught on camera a few times, and part of her was waiting to be shamed as a serial nudist. However, she was sure that would not stop her. Her current goal was to walk naked around the local country estate on a Sunday morning. There would be walkers, horse riders, golfers, cyclists and probably others about, that she would have to hide from, but she wanted to get the 2-mile lap in without any clothes on. Just thinking about that made her wet.
Chloe knocked on the door and waited for Andy. Less than 20 seconds later, the door swung open and she walked in. As she walked past him, she said, "Good afternoon, Master."
"I'm in the kitchen," he said, and she walked on to the kitchen where his laptop was open at the table, and took a seat. Andy was a few seconds behind her and then joined her at the seat by his laptop. "You are a few minutes early. Please forgive me but I just need to finish this report," he said as he typed.
