I walk in to your living room wearing a black suit, after all, I've just got home from work, but as you can see, I obviously haven't come straight round to see you. As promised, I've bought a little toy over for you to play with. I tug the leash and Sarah walks into the room, head hung low like a good obedient slave.
She's wearing a tiny black minidress, the bottom only just covering her crotch and from the way her ample young breasts are bulging you can tell she isn't wearing a bra. Not that she could in that dress without it being extremely visible! The only other thing she has on apart from her black high heels is a leather dog collar around her neck, which I've attached the leash to, and a pair of handcuffs holding her arms together behind her back, pushing her breasts out so nicely.
I drop the leash and leave her standing there as you come over to the two of us. I slide my arms around you and pull you to me tightly as we kiss, my throbbing hard cock obvious to you as it presses against you through the thin material of my trousers. You can't resist sliding a hand down my body to stroke it and I grin as you give it a quick squeeze and turn your attention to Sarah.
I glance sideways at you as you take hold of her leash and start to twist it between your fingers as you let your eyes caress her lovely young body. Her face looks so sweet and innocent, but with a body like hers in that little black dress she could be the wet dream of any man, and quite a few women as well! Her breasts are more than ample, but I can't help but notice as I observe you that yours are bigger and my eyes are drawn to the low cut top of your long tight dinner dress. I know why you're wearing it, you know what I like!
I turn to look at Sarah, head hung low, waiting.
"Has she ever been with another woman?" You turn to me and ask.
"Why don't you ask her?" I reply.
"Well?"
"No." Sarah replies in a small voice.
I glare at her and she can sense it. She lifts her head to look me in the eye briefly and then lowers her gaze again.
"No, mistress." She corrects herself.
You look at me.
"You've trained her?" You ask.
"Lets just say I've given her a little advice about how to behave." I respond with a grin. "I thought I'd leave her training up to you."
You grin and tug gently on the leash; Sarah follows with only a brief hesitation as we head towards the bedroom. I find a place to perch my bum on your dressing table and settle back to watch Sarah be trained. The first thing you do is take her handcuffs off. She is still flexing her wrists, enjoying her freedom again when you pull her leash sharply, pulling her towards you. Her face is next to yours and you kiss her on the lips. I grin to myself as she tries to flinch away.
"Sarah." My voice contains the warning even though my words don't.
She glances at me and then submits, you feel her lips open and her tongue searches out yours. You're smiling as you break the kiss. Sarah looks at me, I nod approvingly with a kind smile and she lowers her head again looking a bit more relaxed than before. Maybe that first kiss with another woman was going to be the hardest barrier to break this evening, but I doubt it.
"I'm going to enjoy this, Craig." You tell me.
"I'd never have guessed!" I respond.
"Maybe we should ease her in gently." You suggest.
I shake my head. "She will do as she's told, she enjoys being spanked, but I have other ways of making sure she's a good girl."
You turn back to Sarah, who's blushing a lovely shade of pink at what she's just done and what I've just said.
"I'll show you later." I promise, and Sarah lets out a faint moan, whether of pleasure or dismay neither of us can work out though.
"Take my dress off, my sexy little slave." You command her, and turn round so she can find the zip at the back of your dress.
Sarah can feel my gaze on her again as she carefully runs the zip down. Her hands linger over the smooth skin of your shoulders as she pushes the straps down and lets it fall to the floor. After my last veiled threat she's eager to please, as I sit there and admire you, you step out of the dress and let Sarah fold it neatly for you over the back of a chair. You tease! You know I can't resist a woman in stockings and suspenders, especially not white lace ones!
Sarah stands meekly by the bed watching you as you saunter over to where I'm perched; you look Sarah in the eye though as you give my hard cock another gentle squeeze through my trousers.
"Do you like what you see Sarah?" You ask her.
"Yes, mistress." She replies, her breathing becoming a little more rapid as she watches my hand find one of your breasts and yours starts rub my bulge a little harder.
"Would you like to change places with me Sarah?"
She can only nod now in agreement.
"Or maybe you'd like to change places with Craig, my hand rubbing your crotch, your hands caressing my body, my breasts?" I find a nipple and tweak it through the bra, making you gasp softly to emphasize the point.
A slight hesitation this time, but another nod.
