Dog day afternoon_(1)

Dog day afternoon – Holly and Rose find a pedigree chum.

“So where are we going Marco?”

“It’s not far now.” I said as we drove along the leafy country lanes outside Worcester. Rose was excited and probably a little nervous as I had promised her ‘something you have never seen or done before’ which given the range of her experience was hard for her to believe. Eventually the satnav directed me to a long driveway with an old Victorian house, shaded by deferential pines, at the end.

“C’mon, we are just in time.” I said as I parked my nondescript Ford between a beautiful Maserati and a sleek Jaguar. Rose’s eyebrows went up a notch as she looked at them and went up even further when, after ringing the bell, the door opened. “Hi, I’m Steve; you must be Rose and Marco. Come in” He was tall and athletic looking, late 40’s with close cropped greying hair. He was wearing a dinner suit, white shirt, red bow tie and matching cummerbund and had an air of confidence about him, vaguely military somehow.

“Follow me,” he said “We are using the conservatory this evening” We followed him down the corridor, past a number of closed doors pausing at the only open one and putting his head inside shouted “Holly! Two glasses of Champagne please, our other guests have arrived” Before marching smartly further on leading us through a double door into a beautiful Victorian glasshouse. It would not have looked out of place in Kew Gardens and would once have held a collection of rare plants brought back from far flung places by its wealthy owner. Now all it contained was some solid looking chesterfields, the type that looked like they had been handed down through the generations and would be in the future. Looking rather out of place in the centre of the room was a low bench-come-couch, the sort of thing that you would find in a physiotherapists and underneath it was a low angled mirror, the etching ‘Nicolas shoes’ on the glass telling us where it came from.

As I looked around a tall girl in her early 20’s walked in carrying two glasses on a silver tray. She had dark brown shoulder length hair with wide red bands running through it, the depth of colour a counterpoint to her sparkling hazel eyes. She was wearing a black silk corset with a pleasing amount of her obviously ample bust oozing out over the top. Black lace tie sided panties and sheer hold up stockings emphasised the length of her legs, the stilettos shaping her thighs and ass in a most desirable way.

Steve introduced us to our fellow guests. James was tall and blonde, faded jeans and pale shirt, collar length hair and silver jewellery gave him the ‘surfer’ look, a strong counterpoint to the swarthy twins sitting opposite. They looked more Greek than Italian but they had the same heavy set appearance and hairy chests that you see all around the Med. George and Stavros were their names but I’m not sure – even now – which was which. I said that I was surprised that there were not more here and Steve said that he found that small groups worked best as ‘it gives everyone chance to get involved’ at which point he turned to Holly and said “My dear, I think it’s time we started. Would you fetch the shackles please?” I watched mesmerised by her long legs and shapely ass as she walked out of the room only to reappear moments later with her tray. Instead of Champagne this time there were a pair of antique silver handcuffs and a length of chain sitting on it. Steve took the tray off her and placed it in a side table and taking her hand led her over to the couch.

She sat daintily on it and swivelled so that she was sitting upright with her legs stretched out before her. Steve then motioned with his finger so that she was laying full length before taking her hands and stretching them out above her head. He walked around her as if making an inspection before gripping her ankles and pulling her further down the bench. Next he picked up the handcuffs and locked them around each wrist before attaching the chain to the central link and then clipping it to the bar that ran between the legs of the couch. He ran his hand along her body, over the soft swell of her breasts and down her leg and back again. “She’s beautiful isn’t she.” he said “She’s not 21 for a few weeks yet, a very precious object indeed…and getting more excited by the second aren’t you my dear because you know what is going to happen shortly…but maybe you would like us to help that excitement along…would anyone like to touch this beautiful body?” He looked around and smiled at us before tugging the zip of her corset down a few inches to expose more of her large breasts and a rapidly hardening nipple. The twins looked at each other and quickly moved towards the couch, one on each side of the helpless girl they pulled the zip lower before first fondling and squeezing her large breasts and then almost on cue they bent their heads and sucked a hard nipple into their eager mouths.

“Come on Marco!” Said Rose gleefully “Lets see what’s under these knickers!” She scurried around to one side of the girl while I stood at the other.