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?"
