Crystal, Lizzy, and Skye relaxed by the pool, each lost in their own thoughts of what happened the past couple of days. While Lizzy and Skye thought about what they liked about their encounter with Crystal, Crystal's thoughts were much different.
Mulling over the sexual experiences of the weekend, she realized she could never go back to the previous life with Charles. In the past months, he seemed to have changed, pulled away and become more distant. Their lovemaking was usually quick and lacked the excitement of earlier years. She remembered how, in the early days of marriage, they would make love and she was capable of multiple orgasms. But they had grown apart and now there was only one avenue for her and that was to ask Charles for a divorce.
A divorce seemed so huge of an undertaking. Where would she live? Would Charles leave or kick her out of the house? She thought of going to court with the argument that Charles put her into this predicament. Did she really want to put their dirty laundry out for public scrutiny? Random thoughts flowed through her mind like rocks skipping across the water, each skip a fleeting thought and then nothing as the rock lost its velocity and sank under water. That's how she was feeling now that it was getting closer to facing Charles, scared and afraid of an unsure future. She was roused from her deep thoughts when Nick's shadow blocked out the sun on her naked body.
Handing her the kimono, he smiled at her nakedness. He was going to miss her. "Here is your kimono and you can keep it as a souvenir when you go home."
Crystal put her hand over her eyes, gazing up at Nick. "That's very kind of you since you destroyed my favorite dress." A vivid memory popped in her head of Nick cutting her dress off her body on Friday night.
"I have already ordered a new dress and some sexy underwear to replace the damaged clothes."
"That's not going to make my trip home any better," she said with a bit of anger in her voice. "What am I to wear this afternoon to meet this mysterious Mistress Savannah?"
"I've laid out your outfit in the bedroom. In fact, the outfit was given to me by Mistress Savannah." Glancing at his watch, he added, "I suggest you get ready." He didn't wait for her to ask any questions but turned on his heels, walking into the house.
Lizzy and Skye gathered their things and along with Crystal retreated to the bedroom to get her ready for Mistress Savannah. The two women had seen the mistress in action and had a feeling Crystal was in for a rough time. When Crystal saw the outfit lying on the bed, she let out an exasperated gasp. Another skimpy sexy outfit for her to wear to god only knows where.
A grey see-through fishnet minidress lay on the bed. Alongside the dress, a grey G-string and matching grey stiletto heels. She looked for a bra but found none. Holding up the scantily made minidress, Crystal offered in a dry malicious tone, "There isn't much to this outfit. I bet that bitch will have a fun time with me in this skimpy outfit."
Lizzy and Skye didn't say much, letting Crystal fret and fume over her predicament. They helped her get ready and tried to encourage her to look at this as another great experience. But they could see the fear of the unknown gripping her.
Crystal listened to the two women who she now considered friends. When they weren't treating her a a submissive, they showed a lot of empathy for her situation. She appreciated their words of support but couldn't stop the knot growing in her stomach. What was this Mistress woman like? Why did she have to meet her? What was so special about her? Questions, with no answers, bounced around in her head as Lizzy and Skye helped her get ready.
The two women helped her with her makeup, dress, and the final touches of putting her hair into a ponytail. Standing in front of the mirror, Lizzy and Skye smiled at her reflection, both wondering how she would do with meeting Mistress Savannah. They knew she as a dominatrix who loved to dominate her submissive. Both women had seen the Mistress treating women and men as nothing more than a person to be used for her personal pleasure.
"Time to go," whispered Lizzy, laying a soft kiss on her cheek.
"We're going to miss you Crystal," Skye added, landing a soft kiss on the other cheek.
The women found Nick at the bottom of the stairs with a huge smile on his face. There was no mistaking his eyes roaming up and down Crystal and making it perfectly clear to the three women, he liked what he saw.
Crystal felt a shudder slice through her when she saw he was holding a black scarf and rope in his hand. Her head cocked forward and in an uneasy voice, asked, "What's that for Nick?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Let's just say you don't need to know where we're taking you. Mistress Savannah wants it this way. And if you're a good slut for the mistress, she might let you come back for a visit."
Crystal let out a soft chuckle. How in the hell would this mysterious woman have any control over her? She looked at Nick's constant survey of her body, knowing she didn't have anything to fear with Nick. Evidently this broad held something over his head and he was ordered to deliver her to this bitch. A sudden fear tore through her when she thought of them dumping her in some dark alley for her no-good fucking husband to find. "What's wrong big boy. Afraid I'm going to call the police?"
"I'm not worried about that," he smirked, grabbing her throat with his long fingers. Glancing at Lizzy and Skye, he added in a wiseass tone to Crystal. "You know you loved it here and if my guess is correct you're going to want to come back."
Motioning to Lizzy and Skye, he said, "Time to get going. You two will accompany us and make sure our slut doesn't pull down her blindfold."
Releasing her throat, he slid around behind her and motioned to the two women. They moved quickly, binding Crystal's hands in front of her while he placed the blindfold over her eyes.
Kissing her neck, he whispered, "If you make any unnecessary sounds, I do have a way to shut that dirty mouth of yours. Do you understand?"
Crystal took a deep breath. Again, as in every situation, she was helpless. A shiver shot down her spine when his lips tenderly kissed her neck. "Yes, I understand," she murmured very softly. Then without warning, she was being led out the door to a waiting vehicle.
Once in the back seat, she felt Lizzy sit on her right and Skye sat on her left. The back seat was spacious, like a limousine, and then she heard Nick's voice from in front of her, telling the driver they were ready. Another chilling sensation crept down her spine. Why didn't he take her home? Who was this mystery woman? And something was odd, no one was talking. Crystal thought of speaking, asking questions, but then thought better of it. Why ask questions when she knew they would not be truthfully answered. They were taking her to meet some woman who seemed to have some power over Nick and she chuckled under her breath at the thought of Nick having to answer to a woman.
Nick ignored Crystal's suppressed chuckle. He was thinking of Mistress Savannah as they traveled to the Black Rose Club, a BDSM establishment she owned. The prior owner ran into financial issues, eventually resulting in a bankruptcy hearing. When Mistress Savannah purchased the club, she poured a lot of money into a remodel, adding new bondage equipment, private rooms, a superb sound system, and large video screens used to project some activities during special shows. The final touch was making the Black Rose a private club with reasonable fees that afforded people of different incomes the opportunity to openly express their lifestyle.
As the club came into view, he reminisced meeting her at the grand opening and introducing himself as a videographer. The memory of her smile and eyebrows arching at the word videographer lingered in his brain. She had said nothing at the time, only nodding her head as one does when they listen to something important. Later she showed a real interest in what he did and their relationship blossomed. He videoed some of her personal bondage and discipline activities and afterwards she allowed him to use the premises on occasion for some of his own video shoots.
With her eyes covered, Crystal tried to figure out where she was but it was no use. When she lifted her arms, Lizzy and Skye were quick to grab them, pulling them down, back into her lap. She knew they were on the highway from the sound of traffic streaming by them. Were they heading downtown or out to the country? Try as she might to guess, she finally gave up, thinking about how she was going to tell Charles she wanted a divorce.
The limo pulled into the spacious empty parking lot. It was the middle of the afternoon and he was sure the parking lot would be full in just a few hours. He thought of how he didn't know a lot about the strikingly sandy-haired woman with captivating deep blue eyes. She was very protective of her real identity, only finding out she arrived from the west coast. Being tight lipped about herself, he got only small glimpses into her private life with some rumors floating around that she was married to a rich man. The few times he tried to delve into her past, she always brushed him off, suggesting he would be cut off from using her club for his video adventures if he snooped any deeper. Hearing a small grunt from Crystal, Nick smiled at the blindfolded woman. The one thing he was sure of ...... Mistress Savannah got what she wanted and today Crystal was going to be her toy.
She was in the middle of her imaginary lecture when the limo stopped. And after a few moments, the rear car door opened and told to get out. Lizzy and Skye helped escort her from of the limo, each woman hooking an arm with hers in case she tried something stupid like lift the blindfold.
"Where are we? Are we at my house?" She knew she wasn't but what the hell, it didn't hurt to ask.
