Wor Hard Play Harder

Copyright © February 2025 by CiaoSteve

CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes

This is a sixteenth part to the series. Although it is self-contained from a story perspective, I would recommend you read the earlier chapters as there will be references which make more sense if you have read the earlier parts.

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For the following two weeks, Kirsten had thought of nothing other than getting back to the cabin. She was still a little nervous about what was expected of her, but her mistress had reassured her that there was nothing to worry about. Claudia though, had been a little vague on the finer details, other than to say she had it all worked out. When asked what they were going to do with Sophie, the answer was equally ambiguous.

'A little show and tell... yes... of course... a little show and tell would be perfect, don't you think?' had been Claudia's response.

If that was rather ambiguous, the rest of the arrangements were far from it. They arrived by way of a phone call on the Friday night. They were more precise in nature, but rather than exciting the young blonde, they left Kirsten... well... just a little uninspired.

'Come around tomorrow afternoon... be there for four... we'll have a little dinner party to make Sophie welcome... no need to dress up... jeans, tee-shirt and trainers will be fine, and yes, you can wear bra and panties... really... as you wish. I'll need to pick up Sophie, so use the key by the side door, let yourself in, and make yourself comfortable. Oh, and be a darling, when you get there, can you pop the wine in the fridge to chill... I hate it when it gets too cold,' Claudia had explained.

Of course, Kirsten said yes to everything. She never said no to Claudia, whatever the request. For sure, there may have been hesitations from time to time, but always the response was in the affirmative, and this time was no different. That said, she finished the call not really knowing what to think. It was great to be given instructions to follow, but they were far from what she expected.

Where was the excitement?

Where was the trepidation?

Where was the risk that usually came with a visit to see her mistress?

This... this... this was all sounding a little sensible, almost... well... normal.

There was no getting changed in a truck park.

There was no showing off your jewelled butt plug in a bookstore.

There wasn't even the suggestion of risking a quick flash for anyone who might be looking.

A trip to the cabin with just a dinner in mind, didn't really set the pulse racing.

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Saturday afternoon, Kirsten arrived almost to the minute, pulling up outside of the cabin at five past the hour. She stepped out of her car, grabbed her small overnight bag, and headed towards her favourite weekend abode.

Ever since that phone call, Kirsten had asked herself why she had felt so scared about going through with the whole idea of teaching Sophie. In her mind she had imagined all sorts of scenarios, but never quite this one, the one Claudia had called show and tell, or what now seemed to be nothing more than a friendly dinner and perhaps some conversation over a glass or two of wine?

As she fumbled with the key safe at the side of the property, Kirsten had pretty much convinced herself that her mistress' intention was something altogether more innocent than she had even imagined.

Was it in the name itself?

Was the idea just to show Sophie the cabin?

Was the closest they would get to anything exciting, nothing more than a few drunken stories about what went on under that very roof?

Was that it... was that all the excitement Kirsten would be getting this weekend?

It wasn't what Kirsten had expected of her mistress, but it was a start, and a rather safe start to boot. Everything she had imagined in the days since her last visit to Claudia's apartment had been somewhat quashed by that single conversation the day before. Still though... still, it would be good to be back, even if the idea of fun and frolics was going to be a little more subdued than normal.

Over and over, Kirsten kept telling herself not to show any disappointment. She trusted Claudia, and she knew there would be another time for the two of them to be together. What's more, she expected that her mistress would make up for any lost time and make up for it with added interest. With key in hand and a smile on her face, Kirsten opened the side door and took one step into her weekend abode.

"Claudia?" Kirsten instinctively called out.

"Mistress... Mistress Claudia?" she repeated.

Kirsten didn't exactly know why she was calling out. After all, Claudia had clearly said she would be away, and for Kirsten to let herself into the cabin with the spare key. Still though, still the young blonde felt the need to give her mistress the courtesy of politely announcing her arrival. As expected, there was no response.

With the house to herself, Kirsten went about making herself comfortable. It was always good to be back. The cabin felt like her second home, somewhere so familiar, somewhere she longed to return to over and over again. Kirsten walked through the small kitchen area, then out into the open plan living space. It was just how she remembered it.

Remembered it?

Well... yes... it was how she remembered it, but at the same time, it was just a little different. The furnishings were all the same, yet they didn't seem quite where they should be.

Where they should be?

Technically it was a statement of truth, everything was in its rightful place, but there was something different, something unexpected, something Kirsten had never seen before, in all the times she had been to the cabin. There was a table, a large rectangular wooden table. Okay, so Kirsten would have been lying to say she'd never seen the table before. Claudia had used it on many an occasion as a resting place, whilst the young blonde got down on her knees and gave her mistress a most satisfying welcome.

The difference wasn't exactly the table, but more where it was and how it had been prepared. It had been pulled out from its usual corner haunt, into the middle of the room with the sofas seemingly pushed back a little, making said table the centre of attention and leaving enough space to walk all the way around.

That was just the start. An oversized, pristinely white, tablecloth covered the top, the sides of which draped elegantly down over the edges of the table, all the way down to seat level. Then there were the chairs themselves. The four chairs--usually they were placed snugly, two per side, along the long edges of the table--had been spaced out, with one centrally positioned on each side of the table. The chairs themselves had been pushed tightly up against the table, those white cotton drapes hiding the seats from view.

If that wasn't enough, then there was the way the table had been set. A large silver candelabra, complete with three long candles, stood in the middle of the table. Around it were three place settings. That wasn't exactly unexpected given there were meant to be three of them at the cabin that weekend. What was a bit of a surprise was the way those settings had been placed, with one at each narrow end of the table and one mid-way along the long edge, closest to the kitchen. It had an air of formality about proceedings, rather than the expected casual closeness that Kirsten had expected.

It was like... like... like Claudia intended to keep the three of them at arms-length. Was this all part of the show and tell? You can look, but you'd better not touch, and don't even think about getting too close? Kirsten was a little confused, but she didn't really have time to consider why. Her attention was taken by the two bottles which sat to one side of the candelabra, one red and one white.

'Shit!' Kirsten thought to herself. 'I nearly forgot.'

Quick as she could, she grabbed the bottle of white and headed back into the kitchen, intent on putting it on to chill, just as her mistress had asked. It was as she closed the door to the fridge, that something else grabbed Kirsten's attention. This time it was the sound of her phone, or more so the arrival of not one but two text messages. With the bottle carefully deposited onto a shelf in the fridge, Kirsten rushed back and grabbed her phone from her overnight bag.

"What!" Kirsten exclaimed, reading the first of those messages.

'On our way back... be another half hour or so... put the oven on for me, and make sure to get yourself changed for dinner before we get back.'

Almost immediately, Kirsten's heart was racing.

She sat down on the sofa, and, considered just what had been asked of her.

Putting the oven on wasn't an issue, and for sure was no cause to feel this way. The idea that her mistress would be back in thirty minutes, with Sophie in tow, might have made Kirsten a little nervous, yet again it shouldn't have had this effect.

What made her heart race though, was the idea of needing to change before they got back. Her mistress had been clear that Kirsten could wear what she wanted, so she had done just that, arriving in jeans, a baggy tee-shirt, and trainers. Knowing she was only staying the night, she hadn't even brought anything else to change into other than a clean pair of knickers, so what exactly was Claudia wanting of the young blonde?

There again, what if she didn't change?

Would that be a misdemeanour, and on the very day that Sophie paid them a visit?

Kirsten was starting to worry. She opened the second message, wondering if things were about to get worse. Was there something else she was meant to have done?

'Don't worry, my darling... you'll find your new outfit on my bed,' Kirsten read.

Don't worry? Kirsten was worried, and what did her mistress mean about finding an outfit on Claudia's bed. Kirsten hadn't exactly left any clothes here to change into. She had thought about it on more than one occasion, but it had always seemed a bit presumptuous of her to do so. After all, coming to the cabin was a privilege and not to be considered an expectation.

How then... how could there be a change of clothes upstairs?

Suddenly, Kirsten smiled.

'Oh yes,' she thought to herself, as she remembered the last visit to Claudia's apartment. 'The corset... the leather corset... of course.'

Suddenly, things seemed clear.

Suddenly, Kirsten had a spring in her step as she rushed into the kitchen to put the oven on.

There was no letting up as she dashed upstairs to her mistress' bedroom. All the time, her excitement was building. She loved that corset, and now... now... now she had a reason for wearing it. Kirsten bounded across the landing, and practically threw the bedroom door open, rushing into Claudia's room.

Kirsten's heart missed a beat.

The message had said there would be a change of outfit on the bed, and for sure there were clothes laid out on Claudia's bed. Still though, the sight of what was laid out there came as a bit of a surprise for the young blonde. It wasn't exactly what Kirsten expected to find. For one, there was no leather to be seen, and for two, what was there was taking liberties with the definition of an outfit in the first place.

For what seemed like an eternity, Kirsten just stood and stared at what had been left for her on her mistress' bed. Her heart was thumping. Doubts were once more filling her mind, as she considered what was being asked of her.

Why, she didn't know, but Kirsten found herself walking out onto the balcony and staring down the dirt road in the direction of the highway. As she stared, she could imagine her mistress driving along, getting ever closer, and alongside Claudia would be the young Sophie. Kirsten had to admit it. It was the thought of Sophie being with them that made her feel this way. Any other time, Kirsten would have been happy to wear whatever Claudia put out for her, but this time, and with Sophie about to arrive at the cabin, it just seemed... well... inappropriate.

This time?

Arriving?

It was the thought of time, or more so of how much of that half hour had already passed, which had Kirsten making a move. Much as she felt uncomfortable, an order was an order, and this is exactly what her mistress had given her.

'Make sure to get yourself changed for dinner,' the message had said.

'Before we get back,' the message had continued.

'You'll find your outfit on my bed,' had followed soon afterwards.

There was nothing ambiguous in any of those messages. Kirsten knew what was expected of her. What she also knew was that she wasn't about to start disappointing her mistress. It was an outfit, maybe not the one she would have chosen for herself, but if it is what Claudia wanted her to wear, then Kirsten would at least make the effort.

She slipped off her trainers, then stripped down to her underwear, removing first jeans, then top, and finally socks. For a moment, Kirsten glanced at herself in the bedroom mirror, standing there in nothing more than a matching bra and panty set. She'd chosen the bra and panties specifically with her mistress in mind. They weren't her usual skimpy style--the briefs were full, and the bra more than covered her tiny tits--but they were still damn sexy, Kirsten told herself.

Sexy? Yeah, they may have physically covered her, but they didn't really leave much to the imagination, such was the sheerness of the black mesh fabric, even with its subtle floral patterning. Kirsten didn't need to peer too closely to recognise the darkness of areola beneath those cups, nor the shadow of slit down below. Oh, how she wanted it to be her mistress looking at her, admiring the view she was presenting, then slowly unwrapping her.

Kirsten smiled. It was a bit of a rueful smile though, as she knew it wasn't to be, at least not for now. Slowly, she reached behind her back, unhooked the clasp, and allowed the bra to fall off her shoulders. The panties were next to follow, and then she stood there, naked bar for her little black collar.

With trepidation, but without hesitation, Kirsten turned her attention to what was lying there on the bed. Much as she might have been surprised, it was to be her outfit for the evening, what little of it there was.

In no time at all, Kirsten was dressed once more. Once again, she found herself in front of that same full-length mirror, gazing back at her reflection. It was quite a transformation, with Kirsten now sporting nothing more than sheer black stay-ups, a pair of black heels, and a slightly larger black collar. Where there was little to hide her modesty in that almost see-through bra and panty set, there was absolutely nothing now.

Kirsten ran her eyes over her slight frame, following the black stay-ups from ankles to mid-thigh, her gaze hovering for a moment over the lacy tops before moving upwards, across neatly kempt blonde bush, then all the way up over stomach and breasts, until she reached that collar.

Once more, her gaze hovered there for a moment, admiring her new adornment. It was so different to the one she had been arrived wearing, the one her mistress had given her previously. Where her usual collar was practical, with its thin leather strap and silver O-ring, this one was rather more impactful. The strap, nearly an inch of soft black leather, clung closely around her neck like an elegant choker. A gold triangle sat in the middle of the front, beneath which sat a tiny heart-shaped padlock.

It may have been different, it may have been more elegant, even decorative, yet the meaning was just the same, and Kirsten knew it. She smiled. She may have been on display for all to see, yet that very padlock told her the one thing that meant more than anything else. It told her she still belonged, both here and with her mistress.

As she stared back at her reflection, another thought ran through Kirsten's mind, an equally pleasing thought. The outfit she was wearing, however little of it there might be, wasn't hers. She had not left the clothes here, nor had her mistress picked them up from her place on a previous visit. They had been bought and bought just for Kirsten. She smiled once more. Sophie may have been a risk, even a threat, but somehow Kirsten knew the young woman would never come between her and her older lover, or more so that Kirsten would never allow it to happen.

A few minutes later, and with Kirsten having moved her discarded clothing into the guest bedroom--she neatly folded each garment and placed them in a pile on top of the chest of drawers--her attention was drawn to the sound of movement outside. It was a car, pulling to a halt somewhere close by. Quick as she could, yet this time making sure to keep herself hidden in the shadows, Kirsten returned to the balcony and gazed out.

It wasn't just a car.

It was Claudia's car.

It was her mistress' car, and already she could see her mistress heading towards the cabin. For a moment, Kirsten simply watched. Once more, just as so often before, Claudia looked radiant. She may have been an older woman, but she looked fantastic in a simple knee-length black tee-shirt dress and boots. Oh, how sexy the fabric looked as it stretched around Claudia's every curve, pulling tight with each step that Claudia took.

Walking along a couple of feet behind Claudia was a younger woman. Kirsten recognised her immediately. It was Sophie. For a moment, Kirsten just stared down at the visitor. She had to admit, Sophie wasn't bad either. Dressed in heels, a short black skirt, seemingly covered in sparkly black sequins, loose hanging oversized white top, and what Kirsten assumed were opaque black tights, the young woman looked like she was ready for a night on the town rather than a weekend in the country. It was just as Kirsten remembered Sophie from their one previous encounter.

Everything had that perfect feel to it.

Sophie had the body, the long legs, the small waist, the curves where they needed to be...

Sophie had the most radiant long dark hair, cascading loosely over her shoulders...

Sophie had the most sumptuous wheatish complexion, her skin practically glowing in the afternoon light...

Sophie had the outfits... wall to wall designer flair... and the confidence to pull it all off...

Sophie had--Kirsten hated to admit it, but the very thought made her feel just a little out of place, almost as if she was inferior to the new arrival--money, plenty of money, more money than Kirsten could ever imagine...

Sophie had...

Kirsten almost laughed. Yep, for sure, Sophie had a lot to learn, and a start would be that heels and country paths didn't go that well together.

In the end it was the sound of key in lock which broke Kirsten out of her reflective state. Quick as she could, which wasn't quite so easy in those heels, she headed from balcony, through bedroom, and towards the wooden staircase which led to the ground floor. Instead of heading straight down, Kirsten paused at the top, waited, and listened.

She heard the door open then close.

She heard footsteps, one set soft and the other resonating with the tell-tale tap of heels on wood.

She heard the familiar voice of her mistress.

"Kirsten? If you're here, Kirsten... come on down... I've got somebody for you to say hello to... and we've got lots to do before dinner..."