The Red Rose and The Flower of Scotland: Heather's introduction.
He wasn't exactly at a loose end but had been really disappointed to be told that his Goddess would not be making a visit back to England as planned. It was probably a week after that disappointment that he opened an email from her which contained an intriguing command.
She had always shared her experiences with her friend Heather, an attractive Scottish brunette with beautiful curves, who, although she had no experience of female domination was always interested in where Caroline had been and what she had done.
Caroline, it must be said, loved cock, as did Heather, and both had lovers, the only difference being that Caroline loved to alternate between big cock and obedient tongue.
The first time Caroline had told Heather about being fucked by a seven inch cock for something like half an hour, Heather was so aghast at the image in her mind of Caroline's cunt being pounded by the long thick cock for THIRTY MINUTES, in a number of positions, that she decided to shock her further by telling her that while she was being fucked she had another man in her spare room. This second man was standing in the corner, wrists tied behind his back, black stretch hood on, held in place by a leather collar, yesterdays knickers stuffed in his mouth, ready to be used as and when required.
Heather was babbling, her hand shaking so much that she had to put her glass of Pinot Grigio on the table to avoid spilling it, as she fired questions at the amused Caroline 'who, what, where, when, how, how many, how long, both time and size?'
As Caroline spilled the beans Heathers cunt was tingling, her knickers soaked in cunt juice and she excused herself and went off upstairs, ostensibly to go to the toilet but really to satisfy her lust, at least temporarily, with a quick wank.
After a minute Caroline had followed her upstairs and listened at the bathroom door as Heather fingered herself to a rather noisy orgasm as Caroline's hand ventured down her own ski pants and she fingered her cunt. When the cries had died down Caroline slinked slowly downstairs and went to the kitchen to refill the ice cold wine.
As a flush faced Heather came back into the living room flicking her shoulder length hair Caroline reappeared and walked past her, placing the two glasses side by side on the coffee table and sat on the sofa where Heather had been sat and patted the seat next to her for Heather to retake her place. Caroline deliberately waited for Heather to lift the glass to her lips and take a refreshing mouthful before saying 'nice wank was it?'
It was a typical thing for Caroline to say, she loved teasing, loved shocking when required and Heather spluttered, hardly able to swallow the wine which although ice cold seemed to burn her throat as she stammered a denial. However her flushed face, a blush enhancing her sex flush gave it all away and Caroline put her hand gently on her friends. "No need to sneak off with me, if you want to masturbate just do it here, or upstairs."
"Upstairs?"
"Yeah, if you'd like. Together, with each other or ..."
"Or?"
"Or to each other, if that's your thing."
"Is it your thing?"
"Well, it's not my main thing, but I don't mind the occasional girl-on-girl action. How about you?"
"Not since I was at uni. I experimented a little bit, but I prefer men."
"You mean you prefer cock. Men can be a bit yuk at times."
They both laughed at the truth of the jest, and clunked glasses together, a bit too heartily causing the wine to splash into the air, followed by more hilarity.
As the laughing subsided Caroline looked earnestly at the Scottish beauty until she looked up and their eyes locked.
"You only have to say you know." said Caroline softly.
"Would you tell me about your..." she didn't know quite what to call him, but Caroline helped her out. "My slave."
"Yes, your slave. God that sounds so naughty."
Caroline threw her head back and laughed. "Naughty? Oh Heather you are so sweet." she chided her by imitating her Scottish accent, the 'naughty' becoming something with a rolling R in the middle.
"Don't take the piss, I've never done anything like that as well you know." she replied, a hint of admonishment in her voice. "So will you tell me?"
"Hmmm" replied Caroline "that might be a bit difficult."
"Why?"
