"Yes Ma'am." Greta chirps as she comes into the living room of the small apartment heels clicking on the floor. Kim looks over and smiles pointing to her nice shaven cunt, "I am glad I have made you happy Ma'am."
Kim smiles, runs over and kisses Greta lightly on the lips. Greta feels shivers run up and down her spine. "I can't believe we just started playing together, we should have been doing it for a Greta. I have to run to a dinner at my advisors house."
"What are you going to wear Kim, mean Ma'am?" Being new to this was difficult but it was worth the hardships.
"Some heels, yellow tennis skirt and mmmm that teal tube top. Big hoops earrings also." She smiles heading to her bedroom, "Oh, your orders for while I am gone. Let me think."
Kim a slight breath while she scratches her chin "I want you to wear some of that bondage stuff we got the other day until I return home. You cannot take it off no matter what, understand my whore?"
"Yes ma'am" Kim closes the door and Greta shaking with excitement runs into the small den of the apartment. They had taken the den put some dressers and mobile closets in there to fill it with all there 'fun' cloths that master had bought with them. First looking threw the shoes she finds a pair of black leather pump sandals, the straps continue up her legs almost to her knees but she hesitates. Remember that there is more then shoes she looks into another draw. She pulls out some red fishnet thigh highs; she places them up to her noise inhaling the sweet aroma of never worn cloths.
Greta sits in a chair and rolls each pair of stockings up, then ties up her sandals. She looks over at her next options. Holding up some thongs and g-strings then weighing them up and down, she decides against them. If she is just going to be in the house just let her pussy air out a little. She grabs a wonderful black and red leather corset that has a tie in the back for the corset and a ribbon in the front for the bra. She then grabs a pair of dark purple latex opera gloves pulling them onto each hand she snaps them. The sting makes her jump a little but she smiles running her gloved hands over her stockings. She stops and re-snaps them again. This time the sting is much less. She picks up the package and giggles reading out loud: "Playtex Smart Gloves and Stockings. Are made from smart latex that will form to any size. Tight at first will fit to any object comfortably. Have fun." She snaps it again and this time the sting is almost to nothing. "Very clever I wonder-"
"When your done come out, I want to see what your wearing before I leave." Greta stops and runs out nearly tripping on the heels. "I see your still getting used to them. I like it my little slut. Just put on that collar with the 3 inch spikes."
Kim starts to walk out the door, when Greta shouts "nice bowler hat, good touch."
"Thanks hun, get your homework done and I will call when I want you to pick me up." The door slams as the last word sneaks through. Greta grabs her glasses and books and sits at her desk in her room and starts her math homework. She looks up and realizes more then an hour has passed. The formulas still flying in her brain she gets up and walks into the kitchen. Turning on the water boilers the lights turn really bright then pitch darkness explodes in the kitchen.
"Damn fuse! Off to the basement." She walks into the lights of the living head to the door and stops. Looking at her outfit she steps back. She glances at the door then back at her legs. Greta starts to walk only a couple of feet back and fourth between the door of her bedroom and the exit to the hallway. Then she sees the winter cloths closet and smiles.
"Bingo!" She pulls out a full length, khaki trench coat. Pull it on, she pops up the collar, buttons the top and ties off the waist. Only her fingers are visible and the sound of her heels will give a hint to what she is wearing. A tingle grows in her pussy, hoping that she will bump into an unsuspecting neighbor.
She stealthy glides out the door and walks into the hallway. She heads to the stairwell and starts to walk down. With every click of her heels the heat grows in groins, her nipples growing harder by the moment. Smile growing every second hoping that someone will come out there apartment. But she makes it to the basement door with no event. Slumping shoulders, she pulls the key out and unlocks the door stepping into the dark dank wooden staircase, half rotten and half the paint chipped away. She starts to walk down click, by click.
"Take that mother fucker, royal flush." She stops her heat starts to thump, beads of sweat form around her forehead. Then a round of 3 other voices "fucker."
She pokes her head around the corner to see 4 men, one of who she knows is the super and the other 3 are tenants. Then the blast of cigar smoke and beer blast her in the face and her noise tightens up. She suddenly sneezes and pulls her head back.
"Shit, was that one of our old ladies?"
"Listen amigos it can't be, we never let our wives have keys to this joint." A round of laughter emerges. "Hey you come out. We are not going to bite; we just come down here to escape for a bit."
Another one says "escape from what? I haven't gotten laid in 3 months, the bitch aint put out."
A round of laughter erupts. Greta steps on the stairs and the click echoes in the now quiet room. The second guy says "come on senorita we don't bite, we are just playing cards and drinking beer. Just do what you have to do."
Greta's heart starts to thump harder and harder. This is what she wanted. Right? She steps out into the light. The room is barely lit by an on light with a 60 watt bulb on the center of a large wooden crate covered in cards. The room is littered with old and new beer bottles all domestic and cheap. The sound of the small refrigerator reverberates from the corner of the room.
Her eyes start to adjust to the light and she see four men, all in there mid forties, slightly over weight, wearing jeans and wife beaters. She sees Mike, a large Italian guy and the buildings super, right before he says, "Sorry about the heat, the water boiler bakes the place. Kimberly right?"
"Its ok, I'm Greta my roommate is Kim. The fuse blew in our apartment; I just came down to reset it." She reaches her right hand out to shake it then stops; to late he takes it and lightly shakes it.
"Interesting gloves, well these are my buddies in the building. Most likely you have seen them before, the black guy is Jim, the red Irish fucker is David and the Mexican is Raul." He holds it a little longer then usual then lets go.
"Hey I am not just a black guy." Jim jests.
"What are you essay some fucking poet? I'm just a Mexican." Raul laughs and the room once again fills with belly laughter.
"I was washing dishes." She smiles and takes her hand back, standing in the shadow. She sees the fuse box on the other side of the room. She starts to walk towards. The men, on some unvoiced command, start back at the game again but all watching her out of the corner of their eyes. She glances around the room a little thinking her heart can be heard. She feels it echo in her head then bounce to her feet.
"Hey Grets, why are you wearing that coat in July?" David asks barely looking up from his cards. She freezes and stops. "Are you going to answer little lady?"
"I was dressed for bed." She spits out and smiles, the fluids from her pussy now starting to work there way down her legs clinging to the webbing on the stockings. The coat just rubbing up and down her hard nipples, she was wanted to cum right there. Standing next to the fridge covered in empty beer bottles, almost at the box. Mike whispers to Jim, slightly catching there conversation "I bet...shoes...bed."
The two of them laugh she turns around abruptly, "excuse me Mi- What the fuck!"
She jumps up on top of the fridge as a mouse runs over foot. The slippery fridge only maintains her footing for a second as beer bottles crash all over the floor. She tumbles down thinking her next stop is the glass when her coat catches on the nail. The coat is ripped from her body as she is caught by Jim. His large black hands grip her bare thigh and straps on the back of her corset. Immediately she feels a response. "Good catch huh lightly lady. This is what you wear to sleep?"
The other men circle around, with just heat in there eyes. He does not let go of her. His hand starts to dig into her thigh feeling the juices that have already collected on the inside of her thigh. Her heart pounds in her chest and she breathes quickly. Not responding just staying there. Raul grabs her coat seeing, then smelling, the stain on the inside by her groins. "The punta is in heat and look at this mess she made."
Still in Jim's arms she looks down at all the broken glass on the floor "listen I will clean it up."
"Answer my first question." Jim doesn't hold on to her very hard. His fingers start to slide around on her thigh.