Authors note:
Firstly, thank you for all your feedback from Chapter 1 and I hope you enjoy this second installment.
Secondly, this story crosses over a number of categories: BDSM, Lesbian sex and there are elements of humiliation thrown in too. If these aren't your kind of thing then you might want to skip this story.
Enjoy!
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For a moment, Sam didn't know what was happening. She had known Carla was going to be there, but she hadn't anticipated that her beautiful friend might be taking an active role in the evening. Although now that Sam stood in her own dining room, looking at her insanely sexy neighbour dressed in the most outrageously slutty maid's outfit. She did feel slightly silly for not realising it sooner. Because the slender brunette whose body looked intimidatingly magnificent, had been the driving force behind what was happening that evening. So, it really shouldn't have surprised her. And what had Carla told her just that very afternoon as she had passed her the dress she now wore? "Try not to be surprised by anything that happens tonight Sam." At the time it hadn't registered much with her. But now? Now that she stood transfixed by her best friend's eye watering sensuality, she began to fully appreciate what she had meant.
With a look of shock etched on her flawless features, Sam took the gorgeous shoes and silk stockings without saying a word. Ensnared in Carla's hungry gaze, the petit blonde couldn't quite wrap her head around what her friend had just said. Warm her up? What did that mean? She wasn't cold. Why would he think she needed... oh!
Carla watched the realisation creep across Sam's breathtakingly beautiful face with a small smile curled on her lips. She had guessed that Sam hadn't anticipated her direct involvement. However, in truth both women knew that it wasn't up to either of them. It had been; and indeed, always would be, up to Carla's master who made the decision about what and who was involved in Sam's introduction to him. In fact, Carla had known from the moment she began explaining her lifestyle to her friend that Sam had been more than a little intrigued. She had seen the sparkle in Sam's eyes as she had shared the stories and experiences that Master had allowed her to reveal. But it had been more than that. It wasn't just the look on her friends face, or the subtle body movements that spoke loudly of Sam's intense curiosity and excitement about finding out more and more details of Carla's alternative lifestyle. It had been Carla's sudden recognition in Sam that she was exactly like her.
A true submissive.
However, where Carla had been lucky enough to meet someone who had not only recognised her for who she was, but had let her explore that part of herself. Sam had not. She'd had a series of bad relationships during College and then finally settled with Tom. A lovely, caring man who treated her like a Princess. But Carla knew that Sam wanted something else. Something that Tom wouldn't ever be able to give her, because he just didn't have it in him. However, when he gave his beautiful wife permission to explore her own sexual gratification and Sam had come to Carla and told her everything? She knew exactly what her friend needed. And she knew exactly who was capable of giving it to her.
"We mustn't... mustn't... get ca... carried away?" Sam stuttered in confusion as she removed the gloves, instinctively following the orders she had been given. The soft silk felt luxuriously sensual against her pale flesh and she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness about taking them off. They had made her feel sexy and without them she began to feel exposed, which she knew was ridiculous. But she couldn't help it. Especially with the way Carla was looking at her. Then, as if in response to the thought about her friend, Sam looked up into her bright hazel eyes and suddenly it all clicked into place. "Oh..."
She didn't know how to react. What was Carla going to... but before she could even consider taking her thoughts any further. Her world exploded into a realm of arousal she had not experienced in years as Carla's hand slipped beneath her tiny dress. Grazing a perfectly manicured finger from the back of her pussy; that was far wetter than she had realised, over her slick puffy lips before teasing around her over sensitive clit. Without ever touching it directly. A loud moan escaped her lips before she had even been aware it was rising in her throat. Clasping a hand over her mouth with a guilty glance in the direction of her unseen husband, Sam suddenly realised that he would have heard everything that Carla had said. But all thoughts of her husband handcuffed to the couch, listening to his wife and her best friend becoming amorous together swiftly disappeared as Carla pressed her gently against the dining room table. "What are you doing Carla? I... I didn't know you were..."
Cutting off her beautiful blonde friend with a soft kiss, Carla smiled affectionately at the shorter woman as her finger slipped inside Sam's freshly smooth and soaking slit. "Don't worry Sammy. This is all for you. We all want you to feel the pleasure you deserve." Emphasising her point with a deliberate twisting and teasing with her impaled digits, Carla felt her own arousal enflame as another gratified moan escaped Sam's lips. "We both know why you're here. And we both know you will do just about anything to experience the sexual pleasure you so desperately crave. So why don't you just relax. Spread those gorgeous legs for me and let me taste you."
A brief war raged behind Sam's beautifully expressive eyes as Carla's words began to sink in. But there had been no real contest in the end. The maid was right. She would have done anything to experience even half the pleasure Carla had told her about when sharing her stories. In fact, hadn't she already proved that by the way she had been so easily convinced to handcuff her husband to their couch? She was a slut. A selfish, despicable slut who didn't deserve the man she was married to. But in the face of her seductively slutty friend, who she couldn't help but admit had made her wet at the mere sight of her. Sam began to realise that she didn't care. Not tonight. Not after 5 years of disappointing sex and the promise of such blissful gratification. Plus, hadn't finding someone to please her. had all been Tom's idea. Hadn't it...
Without another thought, Sam reached out and stroked lingering fingers across Carla's flawless face. "Ok. Can I taste you after as well?" She asked with a voice that trembled with a mixture of nerves and yearning. Tonight, was about experiencing new things so why shouldn't she go all out and dive straight in. And it gave her quite a thrill, knowing that Tom could hear them in the next room. Because although it might be hard for him, she also knew it would arouse him to hear his wife be with another woman.