That night, after Dana had cleaned herself up, her and Mark had a long discussion about what had just occurred. They both agreed that things had gotten entirely out of hand. Dana acknowledged that she should have stopped it when Maddie started straying from what the two of them had previously agreed to. She told Mark she wasn't mad at him because even though he should have realized something was wrong, as far as he knew, everything that had occurred was just part of the "show." Dana was mostly upset with herself and especially with Maddie. She assured her husband that this was a one-time occurrence that was never going to be repeated. Mark accepted that but couldn't help himself by adding, "it was still the greatest birthday present I've ever gotten."
Dana took that as little consolation. She was really concerned about how she was going to talk to Maddie? Dana was really upset with Maddie! She felt embarrassed, taken advantage of and manipulated. Dana could barely bring herself to think about the things she had done and the liberties Maddie had taken with Mark. Dana knew the two just couldn't let things stand without having a discussion and clearing the air.
Dana avoided Maddie for about a week but couldn't ignore her best friend forever. Dana suggested the two go to dinner and talk. Maddie offered to drive and Dana reluctantly accepted. They decided to have dinner at a pub a little outside of town that way they could talk more freely without someone they knew interrupting them or overhearing their conversation.
On the day of their dinner, Maddie picked up Dana and was her normal, upbeat bubbly self. As per usual she greeted Dana with a hug when Dana got into her car. As they drove Maddie did most of the talking, telling Dana how much she was looking forward to dinner. Asking Dana if Mark and her had ever been to this restaurant before? Asking Dana what she thought she was going to have for dinner and so on.
Dana, other than answering Maddie's questions with short, one-word responses, didn't say much. She was still coming to grips with what had happened the prior week. Dana was actually quite surprised at how "normal" Maddie was acting. As if the events of a few nights ago were no big deal to her.
Once at dinner the conversation started off awkwardly, with the two making uncomfortable small talk. After a few cocktails however the two friends found their old groove and the conversation began to flow more freely. Once things got a little more comfortable Dana brought up what had happened on Mark's birthday. This time Dana did most of the talking. Dana recounted the events of the night and told her friend that things clearly went a lot farther than they should have. She told Maddie she wasn't looking for an apology and was willing to overlook the stuff involving her and Mark. She just wanted to put the whole matter behind them, like it never happened.
Maddie listened intently with a smile to everything Dana said. Once Dana was finished, she took a deep breath and said she felt better getting everything off her chest.
Maddie didn't say anything at first, she just kept smiling. Dana thought it was odd that Maddie was just staring at her and grinning. Finally, after a few seconds Maddie began to speak. "Oh Dana, you shouldn't feel funny or uneasy about anything that happened. Like I told you before, it was just role playing.... acting....like being in a play. Plus, I think Mark had a birthday he'll never forget."
"Well, you can say that again." Dana momentarily felt relieved at Maddie's perceived agreement with her. As she was lifting her drink to her lips however, that feeling soon melted away.
"Besides, why would I apologize, you enjoyed it too." Maddie said with confidence in her voice.
That last comment caught Dana off guard. She was expecting contrition from her friend, not justification. Dana became defensive in her response. "I got caught up in the moment and let things get out of hand. I was relying on my best friend, who I trusted, not to take advantage of the situation."
As annoyed as Dana sounded the opposite was true for Maddie. She remained calm and smiling as she spoke. "I didn't take advantage of you or anyone else. Nothing happened that night that you didn't want to happen or wouldn't want to happen again if you had the chance."
Dana couldn't believe what she was hearing from Maddie. She tried to keep her voice down but was excitable in her response. "Are you serious? Maddie, you had me strip naked, you made out with my husband, you fucked me with a strap on and then made me lick your pussy. I didn't agree to any of that beforehand. I never would have!"
"You had a safe word that you didn't use. I even asked you if you wanted to use it," was Maddie's matter of fact response.
Dana shot back, "I was crying!"
Maddie leaned in and reminded her, "Tears aren't a safe word my dear." Then she continued, "If you really hated it and didn't want me to control you again then why are you wearing that shirt tonight?"
Maddie was referring to the tight, shear, low cut shirt that Dana had on that showed off her ample bosom. Dana had worn a light jacket over it but as soon as she took it off, Maddie wasn't the only one who noticed Dana's "assets." Both women had caught the waiter staring at Dana's cleavage every time he came near the table. Dana shook her head and told Maddie she didn't know what she was talking about.
"Sweetie, you never have the 'girls' out like that when it's just the two of us. You only show off your tits when you go out with Mark because you know he likes it. You have been leaning forward all dinner, practically falling out of your shirt, hoping I would notice and say something."
Dana started to protest but Maddie cut her off, "you would like nothing better than for me to tell you to go into the bathroom and take off your bra and panties and bring them back to me here at the table. Isn't that right......slut?"
Dana became immediately flustered and her eyes seemed to gloss over when she heard "that" word come out of Maddie's mouth. She began to sink down in her seat and looked around to see if anyone had heard what was being said. "Please Maddie, I don't want...."
Maddie talked right over her, "It's Mistress Madeline for the rest of the night. Now go to the bathroom and take off your bra and panties and bring them back and put them on the table."
"Please," Dana spoke in whispered tones, her voice starting to crack, "it will be very obvious to everyone I'm not wearing a bra if I take it off, not here, please."
Maddie stopped smiling and, in a stern, but still relatively quiet voice replied, "Then you should have thought about that before you decided to dress like a whore. Now, go to the bathroom and take off your bra and panties and bring them back to me. If I have to tell you again, I'm going to take out my lipstick, lean across the table and write on your forehead and let everyone in this place know exactly what you are."
That same compulsion Dana felt the night of her husband's birthday was washing over her again. The way Maddie spoke to her, the way she looked at her, the tone in her voice. Whatever it was, Dana was losing all sense of herself and felt compelled to do as she was told.
Dana glanced over at the sign for the bathrooms, they were on the other side of the restaurant. That meant she would have to walk past the bar area which was fairly crowded. Slowly she stood up from the table to make her walk to the ladies room. Before she could take a step Maddie grabbed her arm and brought her submissive in closer to her. "And don't cover up when you return, I want to see those titties bounce under your shirt as you walk back. Understand slut?"
Dana closed her eyes and breathlessly whispered "yes Mistress."
Then Maddie slapped her on the ass and told her, "good girl," as Dana walked away.
Dana turned a few heads as she walked past the bar on her way to the ladies room. Once in the ladies room she found a stall and quickly took her clothes off and removed her bra and panties. Dana's panties were damp from the moisture between her legs that had been building the entire night. Once Maddie went into 'Mistress Madeline' mode Dana could feel herself dripping. As she stood in the stall naked, she began to rub her breast with her right hand as she held her undergarments in her left. She slid her hand down between her legs and had the urge to sink her fingers into her wet pussy. 'Why am I doing this,' she thought. Why did it turn her on so much to be dominated by her best friend? A woman who up until a week ago was like a sister to her. Dana was snapped back to reality when she heard the bathroom door open. Scared, she hurriedly got her clothes back on and exited the stall. She stopped to look in the mirror and compose herself. Without her bra on, you could clearly see the outline of her breasts and it didn't leave much to the imagination. Especially with her hard nipples poking through the shirt.
Dana walked out of the bathroom and as she turned the corner to walk back to the table her eyes locked on to Maddie's. Her mistress was sitting with her legs crossed, grinning and sipping her drink. Dana did as instructed and didn't fold her arms or anything in front of her as she walked. Her large breasts bouncing and jiggling underneath her revealing shirt as she headed back to the table. She felt like the whole pub was staring at her but actually it was only a few patrons at the bar that noticed anything. Everyone else was too busy watching the game on the big screens.
Dana sat down at the table, red faced as she placed her rolled up bra and panties on the table. Maddie asked her if she enjoyed her little walk of shame from the bathroom? When Dana shook her head no Maddie picked up her panties and felt them.
"Judging by how wet these are I would beg to differ." Then Maddie continued, "I told the waiter to bring you the check. Pull down your shirt and really show off your tits for him."
"What? Maddie no..." Dana was immediately cut off. This time Maddie's whole demeanor had changed and Dana could see fire in her eyes and hear it in her voice.
"It's Mistress Madeline! Now, do as you're told! Pull the top of your shirt down over your shoulders and sit up straight. Give this nice waiter a good show."
The look on Dana's face was one of distress but she did what Maddie ordered her to do. She looked around as she stretched her shirt and slid it down past her shoulders.
"Lower," Maddie ordered as Dana slowly pulled her shirt down even more, stressing the fabric to the point she was afraid it would rip.
"Pull it down just above those beautifully hard nipples." Maddie ordered.
Finally, Dana lowered her top to reveal as much of her breasts as she could without taking them out altogether. Dana was turning a crimson red as she could feel the eyes of some of the other customers looking over at her. She positioned herself in her seat and was praying the waiter would bring the check over as soon as possible.
It was just a few moments later when the twenty something year old waiter came over with the check. He froze as soon as he reached the table and his eyes just locked on Dana's breasts. Dana continued to turn shades of red as the waiter didn't say anything and slowly handed her the check. He stood there for a few more seconds, smiled nervously and wiped some sweat from his brow as he walked away.
