Author's Note: This is a long one but I didn't feel like there was a good place to break it up. It ends the saga of Miranda, Meg, and Lyla. I have come to love writing these characters and have some thoughts on how to keep their stories going in different places. I often reuse the same names in my stories (typically my own as they are my fantasies) but I think I will reserve these three names for some of their own stories in the future. So keep your eyes peeled for more adventures in the future. As always, thank you all for reading. I love that my kinks can be out there and shared and, hopefully, help others fantasize. Please feel free to leave comments and I love reading them.
- S.J.
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The day after being silly dancing around naked to musicals was our last day of classes. After that we were on a train with most of our group to Berlin. Matt and David were in attendance so we spent a fair amount of time with them on the train. We filled them in on some of our stories of the trip which they were very amused by.
The next day was Saturday, which we spent seeing different sights and hearing about history as large groups. As the afternoon went on people were deciding on where to do dinner and where to hang out that evening. To our surprise it was Lyla who spoke up and said something. "Sorry we have to grab a quick bite and after that we have plans." When asked where she would just respond "can't say it's a surprise."
On the way back to the hostel we were staying at we grabbed some cheap sandwiches from a quick restaurant with Lyla still closed-mouthed about the plans. Even though there were few people in our hostel room she still didn't say anything. It wasn't until Meg and I went to our suitcases that we had any kind of clue of what the evening would look like.
Lyla sees us pulling out clothing and rushes to her suitcases "Oh, I um got you both something." She hands us each a shopping bag. "I hope it is your size and style. I just wanted to give us all something to go out on a bang with for this trip. I also have one more thing but that will come later.
We go to the bathrooms down the hall to change. All agreeing to split up so we can keep the surprise. As I open the bag I think "Holy shit, this must have cost her a fortune." and pull out my clothing. However, she sized and styled me perfectly.
We all come out of our respective stalls to the main sink area of the shared bath and have a look. I am in black pleather pants, I have a low cut white blouse and over this there is a black waistcoat vest designed to cut under my breasts pushing them up.
Meg looks full dominatrix with a skin tight red dress that is almost knee length but with a slit far up the side to show off legs. Her cleavage is spilling out of the top but in a way that looks intentional. On her legs there are knee high leather boots, also red. Under these are thigh high fishnets. It is stunning.
As I replay this in my mind now the only words I can put together to describe Lyla are adorably kinky. Her skirt black and poofy. Almost tutu-like. I am sure that if she bends down at all it will expose her ass and I am willing to bet she is wearing nothing under it. Her top is, yet again, another corset. Black with bright pink trim. It fits her tight body perfectly. Her stockings are also fishnet but a bright pink as well. On her wrists and ankles are cuffs as if to say "I am ready to be tied to anything at any time." She is immediately applying some dramatic makeup to match. Pink lipstick and a dark eyeshadow. On her petite frame it reads as a Bratz doll if Bratz dolls were really into BDSM.
She looks up while applying her makeup in the mirror. "What are you gawking at Miranda? We've gotta go. We don't want to be stuck in line all night."
"I'm gawking at you. All of us. Damn we look fucking hot."
"Yes" Meg adds "Thank you so much for this."
"Really" Lyla says "It is nothing and I am sure you will find a way to thank me later. But we should get a move on and I have one more thing to give you."
We all finish getting ready and head back to our room. It looks like everyone has gone out for the evening. Lyla gets three boxes from her suitcase. First she hands a long one to Meg. "Did you notice how there was a long pocket on the side of the boots? This goes in there." Meg opens it to find a black riding crop. There is a note with it that says "Use it wisely but not sparingly."
My box is slightly smaller but a little heavy. I open it and there is a small pair of opera glasses on a stick. "Are we dressed like this to see Mozart?" I ask.
"Read the note," Lyla says.
I pull it out "For the girl who loves to watch until she can't help but join in."
"Perfect" I say. "This is for all those details."
She opens hers and pulls out a tag to go on the collar I had purchased for her. There is a tag in the middle "Read it" she says.
"Property of M and M." Is engraved.
"Sooooo" I say "I am beginning to think we are not going to the Opera."
"This is true," She says. "Let's go."
As we walk through the lobby to our waiting car we pass a group of other students from our trip who had been staying at the same hostel. David and Matt are with them. Everyone sees us and their eyes start to gawk.
"Where are the three of you going?" A girl I barely know asks in a tone as though she is afraid to find out.
"The opera" I say while holding up my new glasses. "Obviously."
Lyla says "Wait, wait, wait" and runs over to the front desk to grab a pen and piece of paper from the front desk. She writes something on it and thrusts it into the hands of David as we hurry out.
"What was that all about?" Meg asks.
"Oh it said 'fuck him like he fucked me'." Lyla responds.
We laugh hop into the cab. Lyla gives the cab driver the address and he just looks puzzled and asks in German if we are sure.
"Are we sure?" I ask Lyla.
