A word of warning to those that deem these things necessary. Apart from the usual disclaimers about fictional characters and all of legal age there are some scenes of BDSM and the story as a whole stretches the definition of 'consent' to its limit. You may rest assured that they all lived happily ever after. Please enjoy.
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I had her tied spread-eagled to the bed when the doorbell went. I saw her immediately flinch and stiffen and a look of concern flitted across her face. Usually I try and make sure that our sessions are undisturbed so I was initially annoyed.
"Who's that?" she yelped, her voice tremulous.
"I have no idea, bitch. Stop panicking you stupid cunt."
Her eyes switched away from the door to the playroom and came back to me as her fear came back to where it belonged. I stalked around the bed tapping the horse crop against my palm. When the door bell rang again her eyes darted once more to the door. Even though it was my home and my door bell I had never noticed before the incongruity between that domestic and ordinary sound and our present surroundings. I had taken great care and quite a lot of time and money creating the play room and getting the ambience just right.
"I suppose I'd better answer it. You can stay there ... I'll be right back."
It was only after I'd left the room that I remembered I was still in costume. I like to give all my clients a full experience and this included living up to their expectations hence the insulting language. For some it also included a little bit of dressing up. For this afternoon's session I was wearing my favourite black corset, a black thong and hold-ups all finished off by a pair of black five inch heels. My tits, such as they were, perked nicely over the top of my corset. Not the sort of image I would want to present to my average genteel neighbour. Not the sort of get-up I usually prefer wearing but some of my 'clients', present one included, seemed to find it necessary. I thought I'd better check through the spy-hole before I opened the door. As I applied my eye the door bell rang for a third time, quickly followed by a fourth. Through the lens I could just make out a young girl stepping back and looking impatient. It was at this moment that a plan started to form in my mind.
I knew who it was of course. As a neighbour we had inevitably met several times and chatted on several occasions. She already knew that I was very open about my appearance especially in the summer. A few weeks ago I had been wandering around my garden topless when she started to chat to me over our mutual fence. I've been living this lifestyle for long enough that I have become quite expert at picking up subtle hints about people's desires and about which way they're inclined. The way she gazed fixedly at my naked tits and the way she continuously licked her lips gave hints of her hunger. I decided that now was the time to strike and I opened the door.
I let her have a few seconds to take it all in. Her jaw dropped and her eyes almost burst from her face. I regained her attention by tapping my riding crop against my thigh. She seemed to recover her composure to some extent.
"Charlotte," I greeted her, "what can I do for you?"
"Errrr hello Miss C ... I errrr..."
"Come in, my dear," I said and stood aside invitingly. Hesitantly she stepped over the threshold and stood nervously in the hallway. I looked her up and down. She was a pretty girl and eminently desirable dressed as she was in a short tan-coloured skirt and a cream crop top. To some extent she had recovered her composure so I asked again, "what can I do for you?"
"Sorry to bother you but have you seen my mother? She's not in and I haven't got my key."
Half-ignoring her question I replied, "You're welcome to wait here for her. I'm sure she won't be long. Come into the lounge."
I led the way and I could feel her eyes boring into me from behind. I motioned to the sofa and she sat down. Still she couldn't take her eyes off my outfit so I struck a pose just for her.
"Like what you see?"
She suddenly blushed the brightest red and she looked down to the floor. I stepped towards her and reached up and brushed the hair away from her face.
"Am I embarrassing you?"
She shook her head and muttered something under her breath. I let my fingers slide across her cheek and down her arm. She shivered under my touch.
"I've been entertaining a 'friend'," I confessed.
I let that sink in especially the emphasis on the word 'friend'.
"I must just go and make sure they're comfortable but would you like a drink first?"
She nodded, seemingly unable to trust herself to speak. I went into the kitchen and took my time opening a bottle of wine. I thought I'd let her stew in her own confusion for a while. When I went back she'd barely moved an inch. I held the bottle and two glasses aloft as I asked, "Red OK?"
She nodded and I placed everything on the low table in front of her. "Can you pour us both a glass while I go and check on my 'friend'?" I asked, once more emphasising the word. Without waiting for a reply I turned and left the room.
Back in the play room Gwen's head turned quickly to the door when I walked in.
"Sorry about the interruption," I said, "but I have an unexpected but very welcome visitor. I'm sure you don't mind waiting for a while, do you? Let me just arrange the TV so you don't get bored."
I shifted the large screen on its swivel until she had a clear view of it from where she lay immobile on the bed. When I switched it on there was a panicked gasp as she deciphered the image before her and she realised what she was watching. The split-screen showed two views of the same room, my lounge. In good quality colour a figure could clearly be seen sat on the couch. One view was from behind, over her shoulder, the other was from the opposite side of the room clearly showing the young girl beginning to relax with a glass of wine in her hand. As we both watched she raised the glass to her lips and took in a large measure. It was this image that made Gwen gasp as she recognised her daughter.
"Charlie!" she yelped and then looked at me, "you bitch..."
I slapped her hard across the face. "You are hardly in a position to start name-calling. Now just lie there while I go and entertain the lovely Charlotte. And I would suggest that shouting out will get you nowhere and only attract attention. Of course if you want the lovely Charlotte to find you like this..." I paused to let the thought sink in. "I suggest that you just lie quietly and enjoy the video."
With that I turned on my heels and walked out. When I came back into the lounge Charlotte was much more relaxed, no longer sitting on the edge of the sofa but reclining into it. She sat up a little when she heard me come in.
"Is he ok your ... err friend? I should go so you can be with him."
