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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Michelle finally returned home mid-afternoon, we heard her door close. After a few minutes, we went and knocked on her door.
“Oh hi.” She said, looking flustered.
She welcomed us in. “Sorry.” She went on when we sat down in her lounge. “I'm in a daze and my son is due back in just over an hour.”
“Is that a good daze or a bad daze?” I asked.
“A good daze. A fantastic daze!” Michelle smiled.
“That’s good then. We are so pleased for you. So give us the details?” Helene asked.
“Well, it went very well but was nothing like I expected at all. I expected a ‘normal’ date. I thought it might be a meal, then talk and if all went well maybe some intimacy. But she was so full on, nothing like I expected and its fair to say I am madly in love with Lynn and I have done so many new things, things I never thought I would do and I loved it all.”
“Wonderful,” Helene said, smiling broadly.
Michelle carried on with her story, “When I got there, I was so nervous, but when Lynn opened the door she smiled and looked fantastic, and I just fell into her eyes like I did when we first met at Whatever.
She was wearing a black leather one-piece outfit, zipped from the top down to her crotch. It was unzipped down to just below her breasts, and I knew I wanted her. She invited me in, and we kissed. When we broke, she took a step back and looked sternly at me and said ‘strip’.
I looked back at her, shocked. She spoke again. ‘Strip, now, or leave.’
I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I stripped.
When I was naked, Lynn spoke again. ‘Put your clothes in that basket. They will stay there till you leave. Anytime you come here you will strip as soon as you arrive and leave your clothes in the basket. Now follow me.’
We went into her lounge which was dimly lit with candles and subdued lighting.
‘Kneel.’ She demanded. I did. ‘Good girl.’
Lynn sat in front of me and reached for something from a small table. It was a studded collar which she fastened around my neck. She told me that I was going to become her sex slave for as long as she wanted me. But she added that she would take great care of me, and not let any harm come to me. I was so turned on that my nipples were rock hard, and I knew I was wet, between my legs.
Lynn put a hand under my chin and lifted my head, so we looked into each other's eyes. Lynn's were full of lust and mine were full of love and a little fear.
‘You are very beautiful Michelle. I am glad I found you.’
She explained to me that when I was with her, I wouldn’t just be a sex slave but would be expected to serve her in other ways. I was shown around her house, in particular, the kitchen where I would be expected to prepare meals for her.
Before returning to the lounge, she asked me to get drinks for us and told me which wine she wanted. So I went back into the kitchen, naked, of course, and poured us both a glass and took both glasses through to the lounge.
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