Sunday
I woke up reasonably early and started my day with coffee and checking my email.
Overnight I'd received an email from Rachel with the video she'd edited of her and Billy. She'd zoomed in on the action and fixed some lighting and color by the looks of things, but there wasn't much editing to do - after all, the whole adventure had only taken a few minutes.
I watched the news and read some stuff on the web, then got a message from Sandy.
[I went to Bob's after church. I was in a skirt, pantyhose, underwear, a blouse and a cardigan. He was just wearing a robe, and seemed in a hurry. He had me strip off, and I was sucking him off when his wife came home early. He threw me out of the side door and threw my clothes after me, then locked the door. I dressed and sneaked out of the side gate.]
Excellent! I had a chuckle, imagining them panicking and him pushing her out of the house naked.
I'd been looking at a couple of projects I wanted to get done at home when there was a knock at the door, and I went and opened it. Sandy was there, in her church-going finest clothing. I'm sure she saw the sour expression cross my face, as she blurted out "I took my underwear off."
"Uh huh," I said. "So?"
"Look, I need to talk to you."
"Dressed like that?"
She sighed. She took off the cardigan she had on and handed it to me.
I took it from her and just stood there.
She slumped a little, and I watched as she unbuttoned her blouse. True to her word, she'd taken her bra off. She held the blouse open.
"Off," I said, holding my hand out.
She took her blouse off, leaving her in a long skirt. I looked down at it, then back to her face.
She reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, dropping it down and stepping out of it. As promised, she wasn't wearing panties, and handed the skirt to me as well.
"Can I come in now, before somebody sees me?"
"Sir," I said.
"Sir?"
I looked down at her shoes. They were flat soled, black and boring. She followed my gaze, and stepped out of them. She bent awkwardly to pick them up.
I figured she'd been trying to be modest in case somebody was looking through the peephole in the door opposite, so when she handed me her shoes, I dropped them. She looked at me, annoyed.
"Move your feet apart, then keeping your legs straight, pick them up again."
She did as she was told, and I figured if Andy was looking through the peephole, he'd have received an eyeful.
Holding her clothes, I turned and walked to the living room, leaving her to come in and close the door behind her.
I dropped her clothes on the floor and went over to the sofa. She stomped in behind me.
"So," I said, "what?"
She had her hands clasped in front of her pussy and noticed me noticing, moved them to her sides.
"Billy's gone to see your friend Rachel, and I need you to put a stop to this."
Interesting. I wondered what Rachel's girlfriend, Kristi, thought of this.
"Me?" I queried, "why?"
"I don't want him fucking other women."
"What, you mean like you fuck other men?"
"You know it's not the same."
"Sir."
"Sir."
"Look," I said, "I have no control over Rachel, and I definitely have no control over Billy. You constantly thinking I do is pissing me off, and I feel it's time you realized that."
"I'm sorry," she said, belatedly adding "sir."
"I don't think you are," I told her. "Grab your bag, we're going shopping."
"I can't go out naked!"
"I'll give you something to wear."
I went into the bedroom and found a T-shirt. Back in the living room, I tossed it to her. She caught it and put it on... it came down to just below her ass.
"That'll do," I told her. "You can wear your shoes."
She didn't seem happy. At all. I didn't care. At all.
I locked the door behind us, and we headed down to her car. We got in, and I gave her a hard stare until she moved her knees apart as far as she could while still being able to drive.
Once we were out of the parking lot, I directed her towards a grungy little strip mall.
"So," I asked, "who's your favorite member of the team?"
"I don't have one."
"You're lying. Is it me?"
"You're OK, I guess. At least, if it weren't for all this sex stuff."
"We both know you've enjoyed at least some of the sex stuff."
She looked a little bit embarrassed.
"So am I your favorite?"
"No. It's probably Lee."
"Lee?"
"He does as he's asked, and doesn't talk back."
"He doesn't know that much though," I said, "so he has nothing to talk back about."
She shrugged.
"Who do you hate the most out of our team?" I asked her.
"What?"
"I know you despise most of us, who do you despise the most?"
"Jim."
"What's wrong with Jim?"
"He's fat and lazy, and smells," she said. She kind of had a point - my desk was away from him so I didn't have to deal with him, but he knew what he was doing when we needed him to do it.
I had her park up in front of the little sex shop. There were grates over the windows, and it looked really seedy from outside.
She hesitated as I got out, so I leaned in and said "come on, the quicker you get this over with the quicker it'll be done."
She got out and locked the door, looking around her nervously. I led her in.
Inside, it wasn't bad at all. It was bright and airy, and you'd think they were selling normal products if you didn't look too hard at the stuff on the shelves.
I headed to the back, and as we went through the bead curtain into the clothing area, a clerk appeared.
"Hello," he said, "I'm Micheal. Can I help you?"
He was talking to me, but he was looking at Sandy. I figured he'd seen submissive women come in here before, and wanted to watch the show.
"Hello Michael," I said. "She wants a corset. I think black would do."
"Certainly," he said, "may I take some measurements?"
I nodded.
"Take the shirt off," I told her.
Nervously, she pulled the shirt up and off over her head. She clutched it in front of her, and I held my hand out to take it from her.
A cloth tape measure appeared in his hand and he measured her just under her tits, over her hips and from between her tits down to her belly button. He nodded, clicked his tongue and disappeared.
He came back with a small pile of corsets, but I could see the one I wanted her to try first.
"This one," I said, pulling out a black leather one. It had a front decorated with stitching and buttons, a tie up the back and was long enough to have garters for stockings.
I watched Michael put it on Sandy, holding it in place just below her tits, and having her hold the front while he went around to tie the back together.
"Good and tight," I told him, and they wrestled with it to get it on as tight as it would go.
"I can't breathe normally," she said. I ignored her.
"I think we need some fishnets, in black," I suggested to Michael and he nodded.
He came back with a pair of fishnets, and knelt and held them while she stepped into them, pulling them up her legs and attaching them to the garters. He took his time attaching the garters, his hands brushing all around the tops of her thighs as he did it.
Still kneeling in front of her, he looked up at me expectantly.
"Boots?" I said. "Knee high, lace-up, platform, stiletto heel."
"I have just the thing," he said, smiling while measuring her feet.
He came back with exactly the sort of footwear I'd had in mind. He helped her sit down, and put her feet into them one at a time, getting a good, long time to stare at her naked pussy while lacing them up.
When he was done, he stood up and helped her stand too. She tottered forwards and backwards a few times.
"Do those fit OK?" he asked her. She just nodded.
"Now we need a ring gag and a hood with mouth and eye holes," I told him.
Again he nodded, and scuttled off. Sandy just stood there looking miserable. Considerably taller, but miserable nonetheless.
"Do we need to do this?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
He came back with the items I'd asked for. When I turned to see him come through the curtain, I saw we'd got a couple of onlookers.
We put the leather mask on Sandy, and the eye holes were zipped, which I thought was a nice touch. It had a pony tail hole at the back towards the top, and I asked him if they had any colored wigs.
"What color?"
"Let's go blonde," I said, and he went to get it while I took the hood off again.
"I don't like this," she said.
"I don't care," I told her. "We're teaching you a lesson."
Michael came back with a pony tail sort of wig. It was mostly just the pony tail.
"I thought this would work best," he said, "so it'll give the appearance of the pony tail without the discomfort of a full wig."
"That'll be fine," I said, and handed him the hood.
He worked the pony tail into the hood, and we went back to putting it on her. As he tied the back of the hood on, I unzipped the eye holes.
Michael picked up the ring gag, and told her to open her mouth wide. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and he fitted the ring behind her front teeth, then strapped the gag behind her head.
"Oh, one last thing," I told him, "I think we need a butt plug."
"Anything in particular?"
"Nah," I said, "just plain silver, in a medium. If it has to have one of those jewel things in it, I'd say white."
Michael nodded and left us. Sandy tried to say something, but with the gag in her mouth it came out garbled and I interrupted her. "I can't understand a word you're saying."
Michael reappeared, butt plug in hand. I reached out and he passed it to me. I held it up to Sandy's open mouth and pushed it in.
"Hold on to that," I said to her.
"Is there something missing?" I asked Michael.
"We have peekaboo bra and thong sets," he said.
