1. The Beginning
I met the two of them in an internet chat room. They were quite open about it; after a brief casual exchange, they boldly declared that they were 'looking for a co-operative submissive, prepared to surrender either her or him-self to their instructions'. 'These instructions would', they confirmed at the outset, 'involve the subject in a series of adventures and experiments of a sexual nature'.
Maybe here I should explain my background. At the age of 37, I am an ambitious, successful business woman. Five feet nine inches tall, weighing just under nine-and-a-half stone, with a firm slim figure kept in trim by moderate exercise and a healthy diet. I run my own confidential courier service and I'm aware of the fact that most members of my staff regard me as 'something of a martinet'. I pay them well but I expect them to perform; and if they don't I make them painfully aware of the fact. Although by no means leading a celibate life I choose to remain emotionally 'unattached'.
Their frank declaration, after an initial period of contemplation, intrigued me; and I began to fantasise what it would feel like to be controlled, for once, rather than always being the director – particularly in respect of 'sexual adventures and experiments'. That last thought already began to fuel my arousal. I could fell a distinct pulse deep in my vagina, my nipples and aureole began to stiffen and tingle and my clitty began to expand and tighten. I was aware of a dampening in the crotch of my panties. With my fingers figuratively crossed I responded.
"What would it involve, exactly?"
"You're still there," was the reply, "we thought we might have frightened you off! If you seriously want to pursue this, we'll show you. Have you got a video link camera?"
"Yes."
"Set it up."
I did and after a short while a picture appeared on my screen – Ebb and Flo. They were both dressed alike, each in a satin corselet trimmed across the top and at the hem with soft, froth of lace. Six satin suspender straps, three each side supported, lace topped nylon stockings and both wore plain three inch court shoes. The woman I quickly came to know as Flo – obviously a sobriquet – who appeared to be about my own height and maybe a year or two older, was in shades of green that complimented her auburn hair, green eyes and pale, slightly freckled, complexion. Her firm strawberry tipped breasts thrust out over the top of her costume and her neatly trimmed pubic bush, a flaming match for her hair, was framed by the frothy lace hem, the satin suspender-straps and her lace stocking tops. Ebb, a fair skinned slender blond some three inches shorter than Flo and about five years younger, was dressed in shades of blue. Ebb's costume was completed by a pair of delicate lacy satin panties, also in blue, that inadequately constrained a rampant erection. Strangely, the disfiguration of his panties and absence of any bosom did nothing to detract from the femininity of Ebb's appearance. I was to learn later that, fully dressed 'en-femme', his femininity was unquestionable. There was a similarity about their faces that suggested a link – siblings or cousins perhaps; and I was vaguely aware that Ebb, at least, seemed familiar to me. I was to learn later just how familiar!
"Okay," was the next text, "stand up and train the camera on your self."
Anticipating what would come next I experienced a degree of panic, which I stilled by the thought that I had agreed to the exchange and, anyway, there was no diminution in my arousal. My body was ready even my mind was a bit reluctant.
I wasn't wrong; there followed step by step instructions to removed my blouse and bra' and to train the camera on my, by now bullet tipped, breasts; followed, after an interval during which the two of them examined my breasts, by instructions to remove my skirt, underskirt and panties.
