Jeannie, I'm so wound up. I didn't know who to write, but I had to tell someone. You and I go way back and have shared so much, I feel I can tell you. But, wait, let me catch my breath and start someplace coherent. OK I'm ready – you're just not going to believe the weekend I just had...
It all started as a Halloween weekend lark. There are these three women that I keep in touch with on the internet. Just some fun with the girls. We flirt a bit, make each other feel better about ourselves, blow off a little erotic steam when things are a little slow in our real lives. Anyway, the four of us had been joking about how we should all get together sometime and laugh about how different we were in reality than the online personas we assume. Halloween seemed the perfect proposal for us. A time of costumes and mystery. We were just playfully baiting each other, enjoying the game. But it was Zashca that made it all concrete. I should have figured it out then. There was something about her intensity and style that should have told me she wanted something more. But we somehow were talked into making a firm date, a woman's weekend getaway to San Francisco. We couldn't believe that Zashca had talked us into it, but we were really going to do it.
It was funny, I don't think I'd been this nervous or had as many butterflies in the stomach since waiting for my prom date. I mean, it was just a group of girls getting together for some fun, right? One by one the four of us filtered down to the hotel lobby for our first meeting. I was astonished at the diversity, the sophistication and the absolute radiant beauty of these three women. Princess was the first to join me. She had a subdued, sensual charm about her. You could tell that beneath her polite friendly manner was a quick wit and a simmering sexuality. You could get lost in her gentle beauty. Her soft curves and silky skin are the stuff that drive men crazy.
Susan came down next. She is the embodiment of elegant style. It shows in the way she dresses and how she interacts with people. She emanates a confidence that makes you feel right at ease. And did I forget to mention stunning to look at? She has a sleek fit body and a way of moving that makes you want to stare and then stare some more. Then it was Zashca's turn – damn that woman knows how to make an entrance. Her waist length blonde hair seemed to dance over her exposed shoulders and arms. Everyone in the room seemed to fall into a hush as she moved towards our table. Her simple black sleeveless dress seemed to cling to her body like thin wet cotton. The dress did nothing to hide the fact she was without any underclothes. In fact it seemed to accentuate the movement of her full breasts and tight stomach. From the start she had the three of us looking to her for direction. There wasn't a need for words, the air she projected was one of absolute clarity in what she wanted and the expectation of absolute obedience to her wishes. I just didn't fully understand the implication this force would have upon our group...
It all started so innocently. Zashca had made reservations at a local spa. The four of us had the one main room to ourselves. Beautiful women pampered us. The smells lulled us into a relaxed complacency. It was a full body massage for Susan, a body wrap and pedicure for Princess and I splurged on a facial and manicure. But somehow Zashca talked us all into getting a full waxing. It was my first insight to the way she could take the dynamics of our group and focus them to her unique desires. It was lots of laughs though.
Each of us had our turn in the spotlight so to speak. The three of us would form a cheering section to commiserate with each yank of wax by the evil bitch (the name Susan gave her after she ripped the first of her hair out) or to make indecent comments about each other's honey box. And for some reason it was always Zashca that got to apply the soothing oils at the end of the treatment. I still remember the way her hand lingered a bit longer that it should have, the way she firmly pushed her fingers between my cheeks to get those hard to reach spots near my ass. Yeah, I still remember it very well.
It was shopping next. I've rarely been shopping with a group of people. But it was joyous. Each of us had such different tastes. We constantly pushed each other to try something new and different. Early on we came upon the theme of finding something for Halloween night, something daring and risqué. We had decided earlier to wear masks for the night and I think this decision made each of us choose something we would not be entirely comfortable with otherwise. But it was Zashca again that moved it from beyond just fun to the next level. Without quite knowing where she was leading us, we found ourselves in a lingerie and leather shop, the kind you can only find in San Francisco.
Each of us found something to our liking (in my case more than to my liking – I found a deep red leather corset that makes me hot just thinking about wearing it... but I digress). When we were checking out, the clerk gave us a wink and said that Zashca had something for each of us. He handed us each a small box. Inside was a black leather choker with a single silver loop at the front. From the loop dangled a delicate silver chain. She had bought us slave collars. No, not bought. She had special ordered slave collars.
The next day and a half was a blur of fun, food and drink. We did everything together. Bars, pools, we even feel asleep together on the big bed in my room watching TV late into the night. Halloween fell on Sunday this year. The excitement started to build around eight as we started to get ready for the evening. Zashca had already told us that we were to leave the plans to her.
