Ann's life had changed, and it had changed for the better. She had no sense of being a 'kept woman' even though Victor had provided her with her apartment. She paid him rent, and continued in her job – it was just that he took her out, and understood her urge to show her body off, to wear provocative clothing, and he wasn't jealous.
Finding the right clothes to suit her new
persona
was not always easy. She didn't have much trouble with her tops. Although tight blouses and jumpers showed off her prominent nipples to good effect, and she sometimes wore them, she much preferred loose, soft items, like silk blouses, which allowed her smallish, pointed breasts to jiggle when she walked. If she chose pale, plain colours, and light, translucent materials, so much the better.
Skirts were more problematical. She liked to wear flared silk or pleated cotton miniskirts, but they were not always practical, and were too revealing, even for Ann, and could be construed as indecent, in working environments, so she often settled for a simple full skirt, just above knee-length, which gave her a nice sense of freedom, allowing the breeze to waft around her shaven pussy, reminding her of her naked vulnerability, which she could heighten by inserting a pair of Chinese balls into her hungry vagina, keeping her 'on the edge' all day. Lately, she had experimented with a small-size rubber butt-plug, which she had had some difficulty in pushing into her tiny arsehole, even with the help of liberal quantities of lubricant. It hadn't been a great success, as she had not been able to keep the plug in place for very long, but Victor had suggested a different model, as he was eager to have her anus available to him, so she thought she would extend the experiment.
Ann's awakening had extended in another direction too. She had become interested in the concept of restraint. It wasn't, strictly speaking, an exhibitionist tendency, she knew, but the truth was that the tight skirts she had had to make herself were so form-fitting that they left nothing to the imagination, and nothing could be worn under them at all.
For day-wear, she made two skirts which were just below knee-length, so tight that she could only walk in tiny little paces, the effect increased by dint of the teetering needle heels she always wore. For evenings, she hobbled her legs in a sheath of silk, whilst her breasts were unfettered in the loose tops she wore. Victor had other ideas, and had given her a pair of tiny gold nipple clamps, which she had yet to try out. She had decided to save them for a special occasion.
Living in the apartment she rented from her lover pleased Ann so much that she asked him if she could extend her lease, and he readily agreed, then suggested they throw a sort of house-warming party to celebrate.
'That would be nice,' said Ann, 'but the flat is too small, surely?'
'Oh, we'll have it at my house,' he said, 'and we should call it a pyjama party.'
'But I don't have any pyjamas,' she protested.
'I know, so let's call it a nightdress and pyjama party.'
'That sounds better.'
They advertised it amongst friends, and at the Silk Traders' Club, where they had met, and Ann got her friend Tina to help get food and drinks organised well in advance. After giving it some thought, she even invited one or two people from work, including her boss, Justin, who she knew had the hots for her, and had an inkling of her taste in clothing. To all invitees, they made the 'dress code' for the evening clear.
When the evening came around, Ann spent a long time preparing herself, and when she walked into Victor's study, to find him sat in a pair of elegant silk paisley pyjamas, he was stunned at the sight of her.
'If I were anyone else, I would say that you can't possibly go to a party dressed like that,' he said, as she posed for him under the overhead light.
She wore a long shimmering silver transparent nylon nightgown, with spaghetti straps, deeply cut away between her breasts and at the back, and tied at the waist with a silver ribbon, the ends of which hung down behind her. Her feet were in silver high-heeled mules, and through the nightgown's material could be seen a heavy silver chain she had draped around her slim waist. Less obvious was a more delicate chain she raised her skirt to show Victor, that she had clipped to her clit ring at one end, and her waist chain at the other. Anyone looking closely enough at her would be able to see it through the gown.
'God, you look fantastic, Ann,' said Victor, and massaging her breasts through the gown would certainly have led to a pre-party fuck, had not the door-bell rang there and then.
It was Tina, with a long black cape wrapped around her like a vampiress in an old movie. When she stepped into the study, at Victor's invitation, she whisked off the cape in a dramatic gesture and was left wearing scarlet nylon baby doll pyjamas with a fur trim at the neckline and hem, which was at waist-level. The tiny matching panties were as sheer as the top and were tied with ribbons at the hips. She wore four-inch heeled stilettos, and heaps of jewellery.
'Wow,' said Victor, 'you look great Tina, too. If all the girls look like you two, I'm not going to be able to move from the chair in these pyjamas.'
Ann ran her hand down his trouser-front and found the reason. His pyjamas had a big slit at the front, and he wore nothing underneath – he had taken the pyjama-party idea seriously!
Asif and Lisa turned up soon, Asif, slim and dark in short pyjamas, and Lisa in a long, flowing black silk nightgown, completely backless, which contrasted beautifully with her extravagantly long blonde hair.
'Who the fuck are they?' asked Tina, who had never met Lisa and Asif before. When Ann told her, she whistled and said, 'I'm going to have to go to bed with the both of them before I'm much older!'
'From what I know of them,' said Ann, 'I doubt you'll have much of a problem!'
Soon, guests were rolling up, clad in fur coats and wraps, which they left on the tables in the entrance hall, as they entered the well-heated and spacious lounge, where they had music playing.
All the women were in nightgowns, mostly transparent or flimsy silk affairs, whilst the men wore silk pyjamas. It made for very interesting dancing!
Ann was just starting to enjoy herself, dancing with a variety of hunky men, when in walked her boss, Justin Price – she hadn't really expected him to appear. He was clad in loose silk pyjamas, and held the hand of a lady who was, presumably, his wife. Ann had never seen her before. She had rich auburn, shoulder-length hair, and wore a very classy looking peach-coloured long nightgown, which might have been Janet Reger. Ann and Victor greeted them at the door, and Victor made sure they were supplied with drinks, but Justin's eyes were for no one else but Ann, and, as a slow number had just been put on the sound system by Tina (by accident or design) he asked her to dance, while Victor led his wife, Sarah, into the crush on the floor.
Instantly, Justin's hand went to Ann's near-naked buttocks, and as he pressed her to him, she felt the entire length of his rampant shaft thrusting against her belly.
'You're a naughty boy, aren't you, Mr Price?' she said.
'I'd very much like to be,' he replied, and she wriggled against him, the points of her breasts rubbing his chest, as he nibbled the lobe of her ear.
Tina, in charge of lighting now too, turned the lights down really low, as the highly inappropriate 'Three Times a Lady' played, and Ann risked reaching down through the slit in his pyjamas, and briefly running her palm around the crown of Justin's torrid erection.
'Oh no,' he moaned, 'do that once more, and I'll cum, right here!'
She desisted, and, peering through the darkness, saw that Victor was sat with his arm around the shoulders of Sarah on a sofa beside the dance floor, deep in conversation.
When the music changed to another slow number, she saw that Tina was now dancing with Asif, and, as they passed close by, she noticed with a shock that Tina's panties were now missing. Then she saw the red ribbon trailing from the top pocket of Asif's pyjama jacket.
'You cow!' she mouthed to her friend, who smiled back knowingly.
When, as she disentangled herself from Justin after the dance had finished, she looked around for Lisa, she saw her sitting on a couch at the back of the room, holding hands with a tall black girl in a white negligee, who must have come from the Silk Traders' Club, because Ann didn't recognise her. Curious, she watched them out of the corner of her eye for a minute, and the black girl leaned across and kissed Lisa, long and tenderly, stroking her long blonde hair, while Lisa's hand sought the black girl's breasts through the thin nylon of her garment.
Ann's reverie was suddenly interrupted by Victor. 'Pretty sight, they make, don't they?'
'Yes,' she replied.
'I've been talking to your boss's wife.'
'I know, what's she like?'
'She's OK, but inhibited. She's seen the effect you have on her husband, and wants you to help her. Will you?'
'Of course, but on one condition.'
'What's that?'
'That you fuck me, now!'
'Then I have a condition of my own.'
'Oh yes, and what's that?'
'Come on, you'll see!'
He went over. Leading her by the hand, first to Tina, to ask her to keep things going, then to Sarah to tell her that she had agreed to help her, and then he led her up the wide staircase, several pairs of eyes following them as they went, knowing full well what was their mission.
When they got into the privacy of Victor's bedroom, he flipped the lock.
'Now what's the condition?' Ann demanded.
'On your knees!' he told her, and she knew what his condition was. It was what they had both wanted for so long. Maybe she was ready for it – she wasn't sure. Her cunt was wet through, with the excitement of wearing the nightgown and showing off her body all night, the dancing with so many men, the feel of Justin's hardness against her. She had worn a butt-plug several times, so it wasn't as though her arsehole was completely virgin, and yet.....
Ann felt the fear of anticipation, as she knelt in front of his couch, her breasts cushioned on the soft upholstery, and he gently eased her legs apart, then threw her nightgown up over her waist, and trailed his hand the length of her soaking slit, toying for a moment with the ring in her clit hood, and then teasing her clitoris to erection, before poking two fingers easily into the steaming hot depths of her cunt.
His fingers traced her slit again, this time running up towards her arsehole, finding the puckered entrance. He rammed a finger deep within, and she knew something approaching total ecstasy, but was also aware that she should have to endure terrible pain when his thick cock penetrated her.
