Title : AnnesNightOut
Author: Tony Kidson
E-mail: tony@morgan.demon.co.uk

Anne's Night Out

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        I glanced at my watch, and then back at the screen in front of 
        me. The document was a long way from ready, but I had a few 
        more days, and today, I was anxious not to be late home. I 
        typed out a quick progress report and E-mailed it to my boss, 
        telling him I'd be at the meeting tomorrow.

        That done, I shovelled all my stuff into the bag I normally 
        carried on the bike, grabbed my leather and helmet and hurried 
        out of the office towards the car park, oblivious to the 
        glances of the production types who wondered where I was going 
        at half past four. Today, I had good reason to get home early. 
        Reaching the parking bay, I climbed onto the big Honda, 
        fastened my helmet and fired her into life - strange how one 
        thinks of a mode of transport as 'her'. However my mastery over 
        the machine and her feisty performance, hard to control, but 
        rewarding to ride, automatically made me think of her that way.  
        I pulled out past the security guard, who merely nodded a 
        polite acknowledgement, ignoring my leaving early. I wanted to 
        rush but the lights were, as usual, red. I sat and fumed, 
        wondering whether I was going to find what I hoped for, waiting 
        for me at home.

        The carefully arranged note that I had left for Anne, who had 
        shown interest in what I had in mind, would have been the first 
        thing she would have seen when she came into the bedroom.

        Perhaps I should explain.  I had met Anne, only 3 months 
        before, about 3 months after she had broken up with Bob, her 
        husband, and an old work acquaintance of mine.

        After ten years of a thoroughly unsatisfactory marriage, at 
        least from her point of view, her husband a 'new man' type, who 
        seemed incapable of making a decision, had fallen under the 
        spell of a younger prettier colleague at work and had walked 
        out on Anne, who was desolated.

        She, like many women before her, had decided to cry on my 
        shoulder, thinking that I might know what Bob would be 
        thinking.

        Normally, I accept this as one of the natural hazards of being 
        seen as avuncular. In this case however, Anne had really turned 
        me on and although I tried to be impartial, I thought that Bob 
        was being a fool. Anne although no longer a slip of a lass had 
        a nice body, about a 38D bust but not running to fat, although 
        she was not of the fashion model thinness that so many women 
        aspire to nowadays.  She had long black wavy hair which had 
        always caught my imagination and large hazel eyes, which always 
        looked as if they were pleading somebody to take care of her.

        One thing led to another and I was able to overcome my natural 
        gentlemanly instinct, and give Anne the comfort that she seemed 
        to seek so desperately. We ended up as regular bed partners, 
        but she seemed always to be seeking something more.

        One day, she led me on and it led to a blazing row, because she 
        would not stop criticizing the way I ran my business with 
        respect to my friends. I was livid at her trying to tell me how 
        I should run my life. I reached out for her as she was in the 
        middle of a particularly vituperative stream of abuse, directed 
        at both me, and a friend of mine whom she accused of playing on 
        my goodwill.  This made me very annoyed as she didn't even know 
        what I owed him in past favours.

        I think that she thought that I was going to cuddle her and 
        agree with her, but I was much too mad for that.  I dragged her 
        to me, and instead of just shouting at her or telling her to go 
        and stuff herself, which would have been my usual reaction, I 
        dragged her over my knee. I then proceeded to spank her bottom, 
        without really thinking of the consequences.

        She put her hands in the way and started screaming. I was so 
        mad, that I grabbed her hands and, holding them in one hand, I 
        pushed them up her back, out of the way. I then lifted her 
        skirt and pulled her knickers down to reveal her bottom which 
        was already developing a nice rosy glow from my previous 
        ministrations.

        By the time that I had worn out my anger and my arm, I thought 
        that I had cooked my goose. I fully expected her to call me all 
        the names under the sun and to report me to the police.  I 
        couldn't have been more wrong. Se collapsed off of my lap and 
        sank to the carpet whimpering. She then picked herself up and 
        came over, on her knees, to where I was sitting. She looked up 
        at me, with tears still rolling down her cheeks, and said "I'm 
        sorry". I was flabbergasted. I took her in my arms and cuddled 
        her for a few moments. "I shouldn't have said those things." 
        she whispered to me as I held her. "I deserved that.  I have a 
        dreadful tongue on me at times.  I think its one of the reasons 
        Bob left me.  You did the right thing to punish me for it."

        What could I say? I took her in my arms and carried her to the 
        bed where for some reason, we had a session of love making like 
        we had not previously experienced together. I was hard as iron, 
        and I particularly wanted to kiss her very pink bottom. I soon 
        found that she was extremely wet and I thrust into her from 
        behind taking her ample tits in each hand. I played with her 
        nipples as I neared my climax. As I came, I felt her begin to 
        shudder and I tweaked her nipples with my fingernails. Her 
        orgasm came explosively and she released a shriek that sounded 
        as if the Banshee was on our trail.  As we lay there she told 
        me that it had been the best sex that she had ever had and that 
        she was so happy that I had chosen to chastise her. To tell the 
        truth, it hadn't been a conscious decision. I had just been 
        absolutely livid at her carping and interfering.

        I told her that in future I would take care of her in that way 
        whenever she was naughty, and she almost purred. She certainly 
        started doing a very good imitation of my cat rubbing up 
        against me when it wants feeding. She started getting quite 
        playful but I, after all the action was tired. I told her that 
        if she didn't stop and get some rest, I'd make her stop.

        "How?" she taunted me. I reached into the bedside table and 
        found a couple of ties that I hardly ever wore. I quickly 
        rolled her over onto her stomach and sat on her bum. The poor 
        girl, she played right into my hands!  She reached behind her 
        and tried to grab my cock, which by now was showing some 
        renewed interest in the proceedings. I was able to grab both of 
        her wrists in one hand and use the other to wrap one of my old 
        ties around both of her arms.  A little lashing around and 
        between her wrists left then secured quite firmly behind her 
        and I rolled her over onto her back.

        "There, that should keep you out of mischief for a while." I 
        said. She grinned and pointed out that she still had her mouth 
        and that she was going to give me a blowjob. To tell the truth, 
        this would normally have been very welcome news, but on this 
        occasion, I really was tired and had to get up early in the 
        morning. "We'll see about that." I said, reaching around for 
        the pair of socks that I had discarded on the floor. I stuffed 
        the pair of socks which were well used into her mouth. She 
        looked surprised, but it may have just been the wide mouthed 
        stare caused by having a mouth full of used sock.  I reached 
        over her and found one of her stockings on the chair by the 
        side of the bed. I had always liked the fact that she chose to 
        wear them rather than tights, which I abhor.  And in this 
        instance the fact proved of practical benefit too.

        I rapidly tied the stocking around her mouth holding the socks 
        deep within. She made a sort of "mmmph" noise and I told her to 
        lie still and go to sleep. Surprisingly, she did as she was 
        told and put her head on my chest in the crook of my arm. The 
        only motion was her gently nuzzling her pubis against my hip 
        and I gently caressed her vaginal lips and gently flicked at 
        her clit.  She moaned softly through the improvised gag and 
        eventually, as I drifted off to sleep, feeling very happy and 
        contented I felt her stiffen to another orgasm and relax into 
        my body as she herself fell into a dream. I awoke the next 
        morning with the light coming through the crack in the 
        curtains. I glanced over and saw my sweet thing still gagged 
        lying almost where she had fallen asleep. I leant over and 
        kissed her gently on the eyes. She stirred and her eyes opened. 
        "Wmmp mmm iggh id?", she asked. I laughed. "It's a quarter past 
        seven." I said glancing over her shoulder at the clock that was 
        on her side of the bed. I suddenly realised that I needed to 
        relieve myself quite urgently. I jumped out of the bed and felt 
        the cool air on my skin. I made a dash for the bathroom, not 
        even thinking of Anne's position. As I was standing, taking a 
        leak, a still bound and gagged Anne came into the bathroom. She 
        swivelled her hip sexily at me and turned around and wiggled 
        her butt at me. I can tell you, I nearly pissed on the floor. 
        What she did next surprised me too. Instead of offering me her 
        hands to untie, she plonked herself down on the loo that I had 
        just finished using and proceeded to relieve herself into the 
        pan before I had even had time to flush it.

        I reached behind her head to untie the stocking that had been 
        holding a pair of my socks in her mouth all night, but she 
        shook her head. She indicated her pussy with her nose and 
        looked at the toilet roll holder hanging on the wall. I grabbed 
        a piece of paper and wiped her dry paying more attention than 
        necessary to her clit.  She started doing pussycat 
        impersonations again and I felt myself rising to the occasion. 
        I picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. "Well", 
        I said "I suppose that there's time for a quickie." She nodded 
        enthusiastically. That quickie took longer than I anticipated 
        and I was very nearly late for work. I didn't untie her then, I 
        just left a pair of scissors on the bed and told her "Help 
        yourself."

        After that, she had moved in and we had become regular lovers. 
        I tied Anne up and gave her bottom a good spanking on a regular 
        basis whenever I thought that she needed it. She absolutely 
        thrived on it. I had taken to leaving her notes in the house 
        where she would find them when she came in telling her what her 
        'fate' for the evening was to be, what she should wear and what 
        implements or bondage she should prepare because, unlike the 
        first time we had played our little game, she normally left for 
        work before me and got home before me.  Tonight was to be 
        special, I was going to take her out to dinner to celebrate our 
        first 3 months. I was determined that the little minx was not 
        going to start the evening too comfortably. In fact I had plans 
        that I hoped would take us further into our little Bondage-Life 
        menage.

        As I pulled the bike up to the dry cleaners, where I had to 
        pick up my dinner jacket and Anne's red dress, I thought to 
        myself, "Oh yes indeed, tonight's going to be a very interesting 
        evening."

        Chapter 2

        I went into the cleaners and was greeted by Giorgio behind the 
        counter. Giorgio was an absolutely archetypal Neapolitan 
        immigrant dry-cleaners owner, short and dark with a ready laugh 
        and crinkly black hair. This was in spite of the fact that he 
        was born in Lambeth and spoke with a thick 'Sahrf Lunnon' 
        accent

        "Hello Giorgio," I said, "Is my cleaning ready?"

        "Oh yeh mate," he replied. "Got yer ticket?"

        I produced the ticket having managed to get my riding glove off 
        and ferret around in my wallet for the scrappy piece of paper.

        "That'll be eighteen quid please mate." said Giorgio "That's 
        wiv the alterations like."

        I took the packages from him and paid him, thinking that the 
        alteration work that I had commissioned without Anne's 
        knowledge, was very reasonably priced. I slipped my helmet back 
        on and whistling walked out and stowed the packages in the big 
        Honda's panniers. Climbing back on board, I drove to the Post 
        Office and after standing in the queue for what seemed like 
        hours while people in front dithered and counter clerks 
        disappeared on seemingly pointless errands finally got to the 
        counter.  When I eventually got there, I enquired of the clerk 
        whether there was any 'Poste Restante' mail for me. He asked my 
        name, and whether I had any identity. I showed him my driving 
        licence and this seemed to satisfy his little bureaucratic 
        soul.  He shuffled off and came back with two packages. He 
        requested that I sign for them, which I duly did.  Taking 
        absolutely no notice of the signature, he opened the window and 
        slid the parcels over to me.  I took them and they joined the 
        others in the Hondas spacious panniers.  Feeling rather pleased 
        with myself and my plans, I remounted and made my way through 
        the thickening traffic towards home.

        Arriving home, I pulled into my front drive after only two 
        attempts on my life by lunatic motorists. I put the 'bike on 
        the centre stand and took the key and opened the front door. I 
        quickly recovered my packages and went in. After freeing myself 
        from the encumbrance of my helmet and gloves, I took the dry 
        cleaning upstairs leaving the other parcels inside the front 
        door. As I went up the stairs, I heard Anne's voice call out, 
        "Is that you?"   I'll never quite work out the logic of that 
        question; who else could it be?

        "Where are you?" I replied.

        "In the Bedroom," replied Anne, "where you told me to be."

        "Good girl," I thought to myself, wondering just how long she'd 
        been there or whether she'd just gone there at the last minute 
        when she'd heard me arrive. I entered our shared room, which 
        had taken a turn for the better since Anne had moved in. It was 
        a little chintzy for my taste, but Anne had done most of the 
        work on it and it looked tidier than I used to keep it. Anne 
        was sitting at the dressing table, brushing her long ebony 
        waves.

        I was pleased to see that she was, except for her black 4 inch 
        stilettos, as naked as the day she was born. She has a 
        wonderful body and I was pleased to see that she had followed 
        my instructions not to dress after her shower. As I walked up 
        behind her, I could smell her perfume. I had always thought 
        that it should have been called 'Lust' or something similar, 
        rather than whatever prosaic name the manufacturer chose to 
        bestow on it. I ran my fingers down the sides of her neck and 
        behind her ears under her hair. She pressed her head back into 
        my crotch which was starting to stir. That however would have 
        to wait. I reached down an gave her stiff nipples a playful 
        tweak and said, "Very nice, you've followed my instructions 
        very well. I'm going to take my shower now, come and scrub my 
        back."

        In spite of the fact that she had just showered, Ann stood up 
        and trotted into the bathroom after me, pausing only to pick up 
        a giant bath towel from a pile on the dresser. I smiled at her 
        thoughtfulness. I took off my work clothes and climbed under 
        the shower. I turned it on an shivered as the icy needles hit 
        my skin before the thermostat got the temperature under 
        control. I mused for a moment at that. "Under control" was 
        going to be the theme of tonight's little outing and possibly 
        of our life together if all went as I envisaged.  I soaped my  
        front and handed Anne the soap. She looked slightly 
        disappointed as if she would have rather given that part of me 
        some personal attention herself.  Keeping herself out from 
        under the spray, she soaped my back and paid particular 
        attention to the cleft of my buttocks. "That's not very seemly, 
        young woman." I said in mock annoyance as her hands started to 
        play around my arse hole, which has always been rather 
        sensitive. "I think that you're getting a little frisky.  We'll 
        have to do something about that."   I turned around and saw her 
        eyes widen in mock fear or perhaps only partly mock.  "I think 
        that I shall have you as my slave for tonight, and you know 
        what happens to slaves who are too forward, don't you?" I 
        asked.

        "They get spanked?" she laughed.

        "I think that you only enjoy it." I said in my best menacing 
        tone. "I have something a little more relevant in mind."

        Stepping out of the shower, I commanded my newly acquired 
        slave, "Dry me off, and be careful."  Anne grinned and I 
        thought that the evening was starting extremely well. I was 
        also having a hard time restraining myself from just laying her 
        down on the bathroom floor and rogering her silly straight 
        away, but I'm a great believer in the maxim that anticipation 
        heightens the pleasure, and I had a great deal of both coming, 
        especially for Anne.

        "There are some packages on the hall table downstairs," I said 
        as I wrapped the towel that Anne had picked up around me, 
        "Fetch them here."  I watched with delight as an walked 
        downstairs, her hips swaying as she walked on the high heels. I 
        would swear that she sashayed, knowing what effect she had.  I 
        could see that this evening was going to be a test of wills. 
        Would I be able to resist her long enough to put my plan into 
        operation?

        Anne came back into the room carrying the packages that I had 
        picked up on the way home.  Her expression was consumed with 
        curiosity and her eyes were sparkling. She was obviously dying 
        to ask what I'd got but she knew too that she'd find out soon 
        enough. I told her to put the packages on the bed and come and 
        stand in front of the dressing table.  I'd decided that I'd 
        dress her first, rather than fuss with my outfit. After all 
        mine was only a fairly standard Gentleman's dinner jacket. Even 
        though I'd treated myself to a new shirt.  I reached in my draw 
        and pulled out one of my few real luxuries, a pair of silk 
        undershorts. I slipped into them and hoped that they would help 
        me to retain my control over the situation.  Anne was standing 
        with her back to me watching me in the mirror. I could swear 
        that I detected the trace of a smug smirk on her lips too.

        I opened one of the parcel and pulled out another piece of 
        silk.  This I handed to Anne. "Put this on." I commanded in 
        what I hoped was an authoritative and not too breathless tone.  
        She took the garment and shook it out.  It was a silk undervest 
        cut with little cap sleeves and a very low cut neckline 
        fastening to just below the breasts with little pearl buttons.  
        "What, no bra?" queried Anne raising her eyebrows.

        "Oh, don't worry," I said "you'll have quite enough support." 
        Anne slipped the garment onto her shoulders and did up the 
        buttons. It was quite tight below her breasts and they were 
        quite attractively cupped in the darts in the material. The 
        cream silk looked beautiful against her slightly olive skin 
        with the remains of its summer tan.  I reached again into my 
        little Pandora's box, and pulled out a real work of art, the 
        corsetiere's art that is.  A beautiful full length back laced 
        corset in cream kid glove leather, heavily boned throughout its 
        length. It was decorated along the boning and around the edges 
        with ecru lace and it was equipped with ten suspender straps, 
        exactly as ordered. Also as ordered, it was of one piece 
        construction having no front busk. I knew that this would make 
        lacing it on a much lengthier procedure, but it was worth it 
        for the sheer perfection of the leather. It was also quite high 
        in the back and had wide shoulder straps set wide apart.

        I wrapped the garment around my fascinated darling's body. I 
        pulled the back around and reached in the box for the lace. 
        This was also of leather, but unlike the corset itself, this 
        was strong firm split hide and would take all the tightening 
        that I was about to give it. I threaded the lace quite slowly 
        running my fingers up and down Anne's spine and I could tell 
        that this was having an effect on her.

        She started to reach a hand around to play with me and her 
        other hand strayed towards her own pussy.  "I think that we'll 
        leave that for later." I said in the sternest voice that I 
        could manage.

        Anne was not to be so easily dissuaded and I suspected that 
        spanking her would only make her worse. I opened another box 
        and pulled out another of the toys that I had picked up on the 
        way home, thinking that you never knew when such a thing would 
        be useful. I grabbed Anne's wrist with which she was trying to 
        grab me and clamped the wrist section of the portable pillory 
        around it.  Wasting no time, I pulled her other hand away from 
        her pussy and clamped the wrist into the opposite end. I was 
        then able to lift the main spar and bring it up to her neck 
        where I could close the collar around her neck. She stood 
        there, her hands now held level with her neck about 18 inches 
        on each side of her head.

        "That's not fair!" she pouted, but she didn't look too 
        displeased. I gave her a little kiss on her pout and let her 
        have just a hint of tongue as I was sure that if I'd let her 
        have any more, she'd have swallowed it and me with it.

        I returned to my main mission and commenced to lace the corset. 
        I pulled and looked at the gap.  About 6 inches would have to 
        be closed before the final fastenings could be done up. I set 
        to and Anne started grunting and complaining that I was going 
        to cut her in half. I managed to ignore all of these things as 
        I was fairly sure that they were only for the sake of form 
        anyway and I didn't want to gag her at this stage of the 
        evening.

        After much pulling and planting my knee in the small of Anne's 
        back, I turned her round to admire my handiwork. She looked at 
        me and her chest heaved in an extremely attractive manner as 
        she struggled to draw breath without the use of her diaphragm. 
        Her wonderful breasts were supported on a platform of leather 
        that did not cover her nipples. Her shoulders were  drawn back 
        by the shoulder straps and this caused her already luscious 
        breasts to protrude even more provocatively.  The thin silk 
        that covered them did nothing to hide her erect nipples.

        I gave them another little tweak.  "Lovely," I said, "pretty as 
        a picture."

        I surveyed the effect that the corset gave. It was long in the 
        bodice and came down low over her hips.  Her waist was pressed 
        low against her pelvis and she stood very erect. while the 
        waist was narrow there was still a very enticing swell to her 
        belly and her arse protruded beautifully.

        I turned her around and knotted the long remainder of the 
        laces.  I then cut them off and she looked surprised but I 
        continued and tucked the ends inside a flap of the cream kid 
        that came across to cover the lacing and zipped up from the top 
        all the way to the hem at the rear which finished about 4 
        inches below the small of her back.

        "I'll never be able to breath in this." she said in a breathy 
        voice.

        I remarked that she seemed to be managing perfectly well and 
        continued with my plan.  I led her over to the bed and sat her 
        down. I was pleased to note that the front of the corset 
        nestled exactly in the crease between her thigh and her hips 
        the bottom of the front stopping just a scant inch above her 
        pussy.

        Leaving the her confined in the pillory, I bent down and took 
        off her shoes, stopping to rub her feet and play with her toes. 
        She wriggled as much as she could with her rigidly confined 
        torso and squealed, "You're tickling." I reached into the box 
        on the bed and withdrew a packet of stockings. I had managed to 
        find real silk rather than nylon as I knew that she loved the 
        material as much as I do.  They were sheerest black and seamed 
        with that gorgeous sheen that only silk possesses. I drew them 
        up her legs, running my hands over her thighs as I reached the 
        top. I gave the insides of her thighs a stroke and a little nip 
        of my fingers.

        Anne immediately spread her thighs and tried to press her by 
        now very moist pussy onto my hand.  It wasn't going to be that 
        easy though. I gave her lips a quick stroke and tickled her 
        pubes.  "Bastard," she groaned, "I'm dying for it, and you've 
        got me trussed up like a chicken."

        "I think that the chance of your demise is negligible." I said 
        grinning, "I don't think its possible to die of frustration."

        I stood her up again ands went round attending to her suspender 
        clips, adjusting them until everything was nice and tight and 
        the seams militarily straight. - I despise sloppiness.

        I gave her pussy another little stroke and was rewarded with 
        another little groan and a very wet finger. I licked my finger 
        and wiped it on my towel which was still lying on the bed.

        "Yummy," I said, "Another few hours and it should be almost 
        done."  "Hours?" exclaimed Anne with a look of dismay on her 
        face "You're going to make me wait hours?"  "Oh at least," I 
        said.  "All the best things cook slowly."

        My next foray to the box of tricks produced a puzzled look from 
        my trussed beauty and then a protest. "Oh no, you're not going 
        to put that on me are you?"  "Well," I replied, "It seems a 
        shame to spend all that money and then waste it."  I said, 
        "Besides, it seems just what you need in your present 
        condition."

        I lifted the meticulously crafted Tollyboy chastity belt out of 
        its box and pointed out its finer points to Anne who stared at 
        it with a sort of fatal fascination. It was slightly modified 
        from the standard pattern. Instead of having the locking stud 
        at the front, the front strap was made in one piece with the 
        waist belt, which was shaped to fit around my darling's 
        corsetted waist. The stud was in fact placed in the middle of 
        the back.  Instead of the normal chains coming up to studs on 
        the rear of the waist belt, it had the polished round solid rod 
        of the newly developed 'genital armour' model. The rod ended in 
        a plate which would fit nicely over the locking stud and the 
        crotch piece was nicely rounded to cup the vulva without 
        causing pressure on the vaginal lips.

        Also from the box, I took a large nylon plug which I was able 
        to fit into the crotch piece of the belt. I stood behind Anne 
        who was looking very apprehensive as I sprung the belt open and 
        put it around her waist, guiding the plug into her now sodden 
        pussy.

        As it entered, she gasped, "It's huge!"  I

        I smiled as I remembered ordering the largest size.  I adjusted 
        the waist belt and pulled firmly on the anal rod which came up 
        between Anne's cheeks. It was a slight struggle to bring all 
        three ends of the belt together and get all the pieces over the 
        locking stud. but when it was all together, I was able to 
        admire the workmanship.  The steel lay completely flat against 
        the corset and the anal rod came cleanly between the cheeks of 
        Anne's magnificent arse, without a hint of being too slack.

        I noticed at this point that she was trying to grind her pussy 
        but the vulval cup was successfully preventing any friction.  I 
        took the burnished lock from the package and clicked it shut 
        over the locking stud. I admired the way it lay flat against 
        the surface of the corset over the anal rod. It did not swing 
        round and rattle and the hasp was nicely recessed in the groove 
        of the stud. A masterpiece! ! I could certainly see how the 
        manufacturer justified the price.

        "There," I said, "that should keep you out of mischief for a 
        while." I unfastened the collar of the pillory that had held 
        Anne's hands out of the way while I fixed her up for our 
        special night out and said to her. "Well, I think I can leave 
        you to do your make-up now while I get dressed."

        Anne sat at the dressing table and picked up her cosmetics. 
        "You can't take me out like this, what will people think?"

        "They'll think that there goes an extremely elegant and 
        beautiful woman and a very lucky man." I said, "And they'll be 
        right."

        Sensing that complaint was going to bring no respite from her 
        present condition Anne went to her make-up and hair with a 
        will.  I noticed that as she applied her powders and potions, 
        her bottom was performing a continuous dance upon the stool in 
        front of the vanity. I watched fascinated.

        "Have you got fleas love?" I asked solicitously.

        "You know perfectly well that I'm as horny as Hell; this bloody 
        great prong is turning me on and I can't get any relief at 
        all." said Anne with a wry expression, "I suppose you think 
        this is funny."

        "It has its amusing aspects." I conceded "Although its main 
        purpose is actually to teach you the elements of your slavery."

        Anne looked at me askance and stood up. she walked over to me 
        and quite without prompting and to my slight surprise, knelt in 
        front of me. Putting her arms around my legs she leant forwards 
        and said, "If you had but known it, I've been your slave from 
        the first night you put me over your knee.  If this is what you 
        want, it gives me enormous pleasure to be your slave - even if 
        it does mean I get as horny as Hell and you laugh at it, you 
        devious bastard!"

        So saying, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and wrenched 
        them down. Quite greedily she grabbed my cock which until now I 
        had managed to subdue into waiting mode. She then proceeded to 
        lick and suck around my shaft which had taken a renewed 
        interest in the proceedings without my intervention.

        She deliberately started to deep throat me which she knew would 
        make me come very quickly and sure enough, I felt my climax 
        approach and I realised that this was part of my battle for 
        mastery - for impressing the reality of her position on her.

        Certainly she drove me wild, but I would not give in. I slipped 
        into a steadier rhythm and slowed down, enjoying the warm sweet 
        wetness of her mouth. I worked myself down and said, "Nice try 
        sweetness, but I'm going to take you, and come in my own time." 
        "Come now, if you've finished your make-up, it's time for your 
        finishing touches."


        Reaching back into the boxes on the bed, I pulled out some more 
        items for my little sweetie. First a pair of long evening 
        gloves in extra soft stretchy kid leather and instead of the 
        buttons at the wrist, they had laces.  I pulled these onto her 
        arms which she gave me without demur. I licked the inside of 
        her wrists and kissed the inside of her elbows as I pulled the 
        gloves up her arms. They stopped about half an inch short of 
        her armpit, where I judged that they would just meet the little 
        puff sleeves of her dress. When they were in place, I gave the 
        laces the same treatment as the corset lace, pulling them 
        tight, knotting them and cutting them off.

        Next, standing her in front of our full length mirror, I pulled 
        from the dry-cleaning bag, the underskirt of her dress.  This 
        was multiple layers of white frilly taffeta with a built in 
        bustle reinforced with hoops of cane or some similarly flexible 
        material. I slipped this over her head and it settled 
        beautifully around her now severely constricted waist. The 
        waistband fastened with a single button in the small of her 
        back and settled nicely over the waistband of the Tollyboy and 
        its padlock as if it were made for it, which of course, it was. 
        Giorgio's alterations were living up to their usual high 
        standard.

        I took the dress out of its bag and held it up. It was lovely 
        and its contents would be even lovelier. I helped Anne to drop 
        the dress over her head and went behind her to help her do it 
        up.  Instead of a zip fastener, it now fastened with about 
        twenty five little hooks and eyes. They pulled the bodice 
        closely about her torso and again Giorgio's, or to be 
        completely fair, Giorgio's mother's alterations displayed their 
        artistry.

        The bodice of the dress fitted over Anne's lengthened torso 
        perfectly. the skirt flared out in its delightful fullness just 
        half an inch above the swell of her hips and bustle. The full 
        skirt fell in a cascade of red silk crepe de chine to the floor 
        where it just rested. "Never mind." I thought, "The shoes will 
        lift the hem just clear of the ground and when that skirt 
        swings, everybody will notice."

        I guided Anne back to the bed and sat her down, amazed at her 
        seeming passivity. She was smiling gently at me as I reached 
        into my box of delights for the last item of clothing.  I 
        withdrew a little ankle boot with a laced front and a 6 inch 
        heel.

        Anne looked at it in awe. "I'll never be able to walk in 
        those." she exclaimed.

        "Just like you can't breathe eh?" I replied and she shut up 
        with a resigned expression on her face. I took the boot and 
        withdrew it from the box to reveal that it was joined to its 
        partner by a 14 inch length of silver chain. This was short 
        enough not to drag on the ground when she stood  with her feet 
        together but short enough to give her something to think about 
        when dancing.  I slipped the boots onto her feet and pulled and 
        tied the laces into little bows. Her feet looked like little 
        mice in their pointed toed high heels.

        I stood her up and she wobbled for a moment on her heels but 
        she regained her balance almost immediately.  "Come over to the 
        dressing table." I said, "We'll just see to your jewellery."

        She took a few tentative steps in her new boots, testing the 
        chain for stride. Actually, I'd chosen the chain length to be 
        only about an inch shorter than her natural pace, so that by 
        being careful, she would not be seriously inconvenienced.

        I sat her down again, noticing that the standing, sitting and 
        walking was having the desired effect on her state of arousal.

        I reached for the last things in my box and came out with a 
        large, well all right then, huge pair of hoop ear-rings. They 
        were silver and about 5 inches in diameter. I negotiated the 
        end of one through Anne's pierced left ear first removing the 
        small gold stud that she usually wore by default. As I brought 
        the end of the ring up to the protrusion through the lobe of 
        her ear, there was a distinct click as the ring was closed.  I 
        quickly did the same thing to the other ear. Anne immediately 
        reached up and played with the ring. "It's too big." she said. 
        "It's fine." I countered. She tugged at the back of her ear and 
        found out that the rings did not easily open.  I didn't bother 
        to mention the little "key" in my pocket.

        Reaching for the final items, I placed a silver bracelet around 
        her right wrist. This closed with a familiar click.  Finally, I 
        found a silver choker necklace which fitted her neck as if it 
        had been tailored for it (It had).  This also closed with a 
        satisfying click, if anything sounding more final than the 
        rest.

        I surveyed my darling as she stood up. She looked a picture of 
        demure elegance. Her long erect torso tapering straight to an 
        impossibly narrow waist, about 19 inches if the goods were all 
        to specification, and I had no reason to think otherwise.  Her 
        skirt flared out full to the floor, the bustle underskirt 
        giving extra fullness behind, enhancing her own all ready sweet 
        arse.  Her necklace nestled attractively at her throat, more of 
        a collar really, setting off the plain slash top of her dress.  
        Her little puff sleeves indeed came down just to the top of her 
        gloves.  Everything was exactly as I had pictured it.

        I felt like an artist admiring a creation which has been in 
        mind for a long time and smiled to myself.    I pulled on my 
        dress trousers and tucked in my new shirt.  This was made of 
        the same fine kid leather as my darling's corset and felt 
        wonderful.  I had, however, had to forego the latex lining that 
        I had specified for the corset.

        As I drew on my cummerbund and fastened my cuff-links, I felt a 
        resurgence of desire pass through my cock, looking at my 
        restrained beauty standing in front of me with her bottom 
        perched on the dressing table, but that would have to wait; the 
        evening's activities had hardly yet begun.

        I pulled on my socks, silk again, as I felt like spoiling 
        myself.  I finally had to commandeer the mirror to fix my tie.  
        I can't stand ready made bow ties. I always insist on tying my 
        own, even if it does take me twenty minutes.  Tonight however 
        the tie, which was made in a red silk to match Anne's dress 
        co-operated, and I was able to have my jacket on and give Anne 
        a passionate kiss, while giving her carefully girded arse a 
        squeeze before our taxi arrived to take us on our night out.  I 
        picked up my gloves and my muffler and offered my darling and 
        slave my arm for the trip to the car.

        As we walked, I teased her by deliberately setting a fairly 
        quick pace knowing that my sweet slave would have to take 
        double paces to keep up as with her carefully restricted pace 
        she certainly couldn't stride out.

