It was Sunday afternoon and Lisa was bored. Yesterday they'd been to London to buy her maid's uniform but now Judy wouldn't let her wear it. She went on about waiting until the time was right. Worse still, she wouldn't give Lisa the collar she'd bought either. She'd said she was saving it for a special occasion and that Lisa would understand when the time came. Lisa realised she was being unfair and petulant but that didn't make her feel any better about it. Damn it, she'd just spent the thick end of four hundred pounds on the outfit and she wanted to play now.
Judy had settled down with the Sunday papers leaving Lisa to mooch around the house. She tried the television but there was nothing worth watching. She flicked through some magazines but none seemed to hold her attention. She wandered over to the bookshelves to see if there was anything to read. She couldn't find anything she fancied but there, on the top shelf, were the photo albums. She thought about taking a second look. Last time she'd been too shocked, too amazed to really take it all in. Now she'd been educated a bit maybe she could appreciate them more. However, she knew better than to take them down without asking.
"Judy?"
"Yes, pet?" Judy looked up from the newspaper.
"Do you mind if I look at your photo albums? You know the ones I mean."
"OK. Don't get too excited or I'll have to sort you out later."
Lisa wondered if that was a threat or a promise. Maybe it was both. She went back to the bookshelves, took down the albums, and laid them out on the table. This time she took more care as she studied the photos. She was struck by the variety and imagination of the positions and methods used for punishment. One showed three girls from behind. They were chained together at the ankles and bent double so what you saw was three sets of spread legs and three beautifully caned bottoms. Gradually Lisa started to wonder about the number of different women shown. She'd recognised Christine and Judy but there must have been around a dozen different women in total and it seemed like every possible permutation was there. The ages seemed to vary from around Lisa's age to much older. Naturally some women were normally in dominant roles and others submissive but it wasn't as simple as that. She even found one of Judy, her head buried between another woman's thighs as a third woman serviced her with a large vibrator. This wasn't the dominant Judy she knew. In fact the album posed more questions than it answered. Curiosity got the better of her.
"Judy?"
"Ummm?"
"Who are these women? I recognise you and Christine but who are all the others?"
Judy put down her newspaper, came over and sat beside her.
"Well, that's Sally, that's Jane and that's, let me see, Susan."
"That's not quite what I meant," Lisa replied. "I mean, how do you know them all? Have they all been your lovers?"
"No, it's nothing like that. I was going to tell you sooner or later and now seems as good a time as any. There's a group of people I know, all girls, all with the same interests and we like to get together from time to time and play. I told you I like playing with lots of different partners and, well, that's what we do. I was going to take you along sometime soon but I wasn't sure you were ready. You know how jealous you can get."
"How did you meet them all?"
"Oh, here and there. Christine you know about. From time to time we meet someone new and, if we're sure she's suitable, we invite her along. For obvious reasons we've got to be careful. It's not just the blackmail aspect, there are all sorts of issues about levels of consent and things like that to be sure about."
"Where do you meet?"
"Charlotte's got a pretty big place and sometimes we meet here. The playroom's big enough for all of us. So, what do you think?"
"I think you're rotten for not telling me about this earlier!" Lisa pouted. A thought struck her. "I know, that's where you go on Fridays."
"That's right."
"And will you be going next Friday?"
"Of course. And you? Do you want to come?"
There was a long pause. Lisa looked back at the photos. Nowadays she wasn't as shocked as she had been about having sex with strangers. After all she'd been paddled by Mary within minutes of meeting her. Her nervousness gave way to excitement as she thought over all the possibilities and if she was to be part of Judy's life she might as well be part of all of it, especially this bit.
"I'd love to," she said at last.
Judy leaned across and gave her a hug.
"Great. Why don't I phone Charlotte and suggest that we host the meeting next Friday? It's been a while now since I did. It's not really fair on Charlotte to host week in, week out."
Judy went to the phone and dialled.
"Hi, Charlotte, it's Judy. About next Friday, It looks like I can host after all. ... Yes, that's right, I've told her and she's agreed. ... You'll tell the others then? ... Great. See you at seven." She put down the phone and came back to the table.
"So, how do you like my photos now? Do they still turn you on?
"What happens on Fridays?" Lisa asked avoiding Judy's question. Now that it was all set she was wondering what she was letting herself in for.
"We start with a light buffet supper and afterwards we play for a while. Look, I don't want to tell you too much; it will ruin the surprise. Don't worry, we all know the stop word. Trust me?"
There was that trust word again. Twice before Judy had asked Lisa to trust her and each occasion had ended in a wild sex scene. Lisa did trust Judy, she was warm, she was comforting, she was strong, she was her lover. How could she not trust her?
The rest of the week seemed to drag by for Lisa. On Thursday night as they lay in bed together she snuggled up to Judy.
"Judy, about tomorrow, you will look after me, won't you?"
"Still nervous? Don't worry. You'll be fine. All the others have been dying to meet you. It's been awhile since anyone new joined us. Now come here and give me a kiss." Locked in each others arms the two women drifted off to sleep.
Friday arrived at last. Judy picked Lisa up from work to ensure she got home as early as possible. The boot of the car was full of shopping and Lisa carried the bags in as Judy started to lay out the buffet. It didn't take long before the kitchen worktops were covered with dishes. Judy put some white wine in the fridge and opened a couple of bottles of red to let them breathe. She looked up at the clock.
"Look at the time! Come on, we need to get dressed, they'll be here at seven and, believe me, you don't want to keep Charlotte waiting." They went upstairs and got out of their street clothes. Whilst showering together Judy was strictly business. Lisa saw that she was nervous about being late. After drying they helped each other dress. This was, after all, the first time Lisa had put on her maids outfit by herself and she needed lots of help. Furthermore, lacing up corsets is best done by someone other than the wearer.
At five to seven they were finally ready. Judy whisked round the lounge making sure all was as she wanted it. Lisa went to the kitchen to remove the Clingfilm from the platters they had prepared.
The doorbell went and Lisa hurried off to answer it. Two women entered. The first was a tall imperious woman in her late forties. She looked like the headmistress of one of the better all girl schools, the type that calls itself an Academy. The figure behind her was almost lost in a hooded cloak. She was being led by a chain that came from somewhere around her neck.
"Charlotte. Good to see you." Judy arrived to greet her guests. Lisa helped Charlotte off with her coat. Without a backwards glance Charlotte and Judy returned to the lounge. After hanging up Charlotte's coat Lisa turned to the other figure. As she removed the cloak Lisa's jaw dropped in amazement. It revealed a woman, maybe Judy's age or a little older, but the thing that made Lisa gape was that she was totally naked except for a network of leather straps around her body. The straps seemed to centre on a wide tight belt and they covered neither her breasts nor her groin. The chain, which was actually a dog lead, was attached to a wide leather collar. As Lisa stared she noticed that the woman's labia were pierced with two strong rings, one on either side, held together by a small padlock.
"Hi. I'm Sally. You must be Lisa. I've been dying to meet you. It's about time Judy met someone special. Come on through. If we don't get the drinks sorted we'll be in trouble." Sally went into the kitchen and Lisa followed. Sally seemed to know where everything was and soon sorted out two glasses of wine on a tray. Leaving Lisa dumbfounded in her wake she took the tray through to the lounge. She had hardly left before the doorbell went again.
Once more Lisa opened the door to find two women standing there. Once more it was obvious which was the dominant partner. The first figure to enter was dressed in a very masculine suit. Her dark hair was cut short and she wore a shirt and tie. The cut of her suit however didn't hide the curves that showed she was a woman, albeit in very manly attire. She strode past Lisa as if she wasn't there and went into the lounge. Behind her was a woman in her thirties dressed, like Lisa, in a plain, traditional maids outfit. She came up to Lisa and kissed her on the cheek.
