Wendy and Miss West V

It was Monday afternoon and Wendy was walking home from college reliving in her mind the events of Thursday evening. She had been forced by Miss West to make an acquaintance with a young girl in a small changing room in a local shop. She had enjoyed it in a twisted kind of way. First she was humiliated but soon she became turned on a she made a connection with the naive shop assistant.
She knew she had a full week to wait until she would be required by Miss West again. Her knickers became damp as she thought of all the experiences she had endured over the last week. She wondered what Miss West would have installed for her at the weekend.

As she walked through the front door of her family home she could see her mum in the kitchen and heard her talking to another female. Wendy was so caught up in her own thoughts that it wasn’t until she got right in to the kitchen that she realised her Mum was talking to Sandra!
Sandra smiled at Wendy as she noticed Wendy colouring up. Wendy was dumbstruck. From Sandra’s reaction Wendy knew for certain that it had been her that had been so eager to tongue her ass hole whilst she was blindfolded and tethered in a room of strangers. Wendy tried to leave the room but Sandra began a bombardment of questions that demanded more than a simple one word answer. Wendy knew her mum would expect her to be polite so she had to stay and chat so as not to raise suspicion.

What had Sandra told my Mum?! Wendy thought… Why is she here?!

Wendy struggled to answer a single question without fumbling her words in her nervousness. She answered politely but avoided eye contact with Sandra. Wendy’s mum asked her if everything was ok. Why are you acting so strange she enquired! Wendy brushed aside the comments.

From the living room Wendy heard the telephone ringing. She made a move towards the door.

“No, no. It’s ok Wendy I am expecting a call. Keep Sandra company for two minutes while I get it.”

Wendy wanted to curl up and hide! She felt so silly now been in front of Sandra in such ‘normal’ circumstances. Sandra knew so much more about her than Wendy wanted anybody to know! She had seen her at her most vulnerable. She had seen her giving oral sex to several women. She had seen her been whipped and punished with a crop for disobeying her employer. She had seen her handcuffed, blindfolded and gagged! She had had her ass hole licked by her! She had been forced to do so many humiliating things in front of this friend of her mums.

“There, there Wendy, no need to be scared. Remember it’s our little secret. I did wonder if you knew it was me lapping at your lovely little ass. You seemed to be enjoying t if I remember correctly! You taste so good!”

Wendy couldn’t believe Sandra was talking about it so openly. Wendy was so embarrassed but Sandra just didn’t seem to mind about what had happened the last time they had met.

“Wendy, take off your knickers and give them to me! Quickly!”

Wendy looked up in astonishment. “Pardon!” She replied.

“Quickly Wendy! We don’t want your mum to know do we!”

Wendy wasn’t used to taking orders from anybody but Miss West but she feared what Sandra may tell her mum if she didn’t cooperate. She thought about it for another second then quickly lifted her cotton skirt and slipped her knickers down her legs, scrunched them up tightly and handed them abruptly to Sandra. Sandra smiled as she took them from her. She unfolded them and laid them on the table.

“No! Please hide them my mum might come back any second!”

Sandra stroked the knickers softly and looked back at Wendy with a smile. “Can I keep these Wendy?”

“If you must! Just hide them somewhere before we get caught!” Wendy replied in a sulky tone.

Wendy’s mum hung up the receiver just loud enough for Sandra to hear it. She gathered up Wendy’s knickers in her hands and held them out of sight under the table.

“You two ok?” She asked inquisitively. “It’s very quiet in here!”

“Oh, we are both fine.” Replied Wendy; still quite flustered.

Wendy took her opportunity to leave and dashed up to her room.
Sandra got comfy on her stool again, still clutching Wendy’s knickers, and leaned into Wendy’s mum. “How’s your sex life these days Monica?”

“Sandra!”

“Oh come on! We know each other well enough to talk about it! Are you getting plenty?!”

“Sandra you are filthy! But, since you asked! Erm, how should I say this…. We’ve been married for 19 years now so I suppose I get as much as can be expected!”

“So not much then!” Sandra replied mockingly.

“Well, no, I suppose not much”. Monica replied embarrassed.

“You know, this may sound weird, but I’m in this, what should I call it…. a special club!” Sandra said with a grin on her face.

“Sandra you slut!” Monica whispered in astonishment. “Are you a swinger!!”

“No, not exactly. It doesn’t really involve couples or anything. It’s just a group of like minded people who meet up every now and again!”

“And do what!” Monica replied completely intrigued.

“Well, we have sex!”

“Why on earth are you telling me this Monica!”

“Well maybe you should come along some time. You seem all tense. It would do you good!”

“Oh I don’t think so! I couldn’t possibly cheat on my husband! I haven’t looked at another man in years!”

“Well, that’s the thing Sandra….. there are no men in this club!”

“Sandra! Are you a lesbian!?”

“Not really a lesbian. I just enjoy the eroticness of what we do! I still like men, this is just a bit of a break from the norm!”

“Sandra I am totally shocked at you! I can’t believe what you are saying.”

“Monica it’s not such a big deal. We meet up. It’s all a big secret. Nobody discusses it outside the circle of friends. We have a bit of fun for a couple of hours every week or so and that’s it. We get on with our lives and boyfriends and husbands! It’s so exciting. All the women are beautiful and genuinely nice people. You shouldn’t knock it until you have tried it. It might be just what you need!”

“I couldn’t possibly Sandra. I would be so embarrassed with complete strangers looking at me and…”

Sandra broke in. “Well that’s just it. On your first night you have to be blindfolded to ensure no one knows you and that you are genuine about joining the club, so you wouldn’t have to worry about anybody looking at you because you can’t see them, so there is nothing to be shy about!.”

A surprised; “Oh.” Was all Monica could muster.

“I’ll call you next week Monica.”

Sandra stood up and walked out of the door to allow Wendy’s mum to think about it.

***

The weekend soon came round. On Friday afternoon Miss West phoned Wendy and instructed her to be at her house at exactly 9 am on Saturday morning. She gave her directions to her house and told her to expect to be there until 8 pm on Sunday evening.

This gave Wendy a problem. She wasn’t allowed to stay out overnight normally. She phoned a few friends and found one that would back up her story.
She worked on her mum and dad for several hours and eventually they agreed she could stay out for the night.

***

Rachel called Miss West on Friday evening after work to make sure it was ok for her to pick up her shoes. Miss West told her she had a busy day so told her to be there for 8.30 am. Rachel, still quite nervous about talking to Miss West, had agreed to be there.

***

Rachel was very nervous about turning up to Miss West’s house. She had got up early, showered and put on a summer dress. She didn’t know why she was making an effort; she was only going to pick up some shoes! It was just that Miss West had seemed so powerful and dominant that she had a sexual presence that Rachel had never seen before. The whole experience had been so intimate and sexy that she was turned on by the thought of seeing Miss West again.
She parked her car on the long drive way to Miss West’s mansion and walked slowly to the door.
She rang the door bell and after several seconds it was opened by Miss West dressed in a black silk night gown.

Miss West smiled at Rachel, thanked her for coming and invited her in. Rachel didn’t expect to be asked in but she couldn’t say no! She was lured by Miss West who looked stunning as the gown clung to her body.

“Would you like a drink before I get your shoes Rachel?”

“Oh, no thank you.” Rachel replied politely. As she followed Miss West into the kitchen.

“Would you like a tour of my house instead then?”

“Erm…” Rachel was quite nervous and wondered why Miss West didn’t just get her the shoes! “No thank you. It looks very nice though!” She continued.

Miss West moved close to Rachel and stood directly in front of her. “Would you like to call me Miss West?” She inquired.

Rachel was shocked. She knew that was what Wendy had to call her and Rachel knew what else she had to do!

“Errr, I don’t know.” Rachel replied sheepishly.

“Why don’t we try!?”

“Ok.” Rachel said quite scared.

“Rachel, feed me one of those strawberries!” Miss West pointed to the side where there was a small bowl of fresh fruit.

“OK, Miss West.” Rachel whispered her reply feeling quite silly.

She took a strawberry and offered it to Miss West mouth. Her mouth opened slowly and allowed Rachel to place it gently between her lips. As Miss West took it she managed to get a quick touch of Rachel’s fingers with her lips.
Rachel felt the touch and a shiver shot threw her body. She knew now Miss West was trying to get to her. Her heart raced like never before.

“Good Rachel. Did you enjoy calling me by my name?”

“Yes, kind of….Miss West.”

“Good. Come. Follow me.” Miss West instructed.

Rachel was in turmoil. She had come for her shoes. Now she asked herself if that was all she had come for. She was so intrigued with Miss West. She felt almost jealous of Wendy and the fact that she belonged to Miss West. Did she want the same for herself?! She was so nervous and couldn’t believe she was allowing herself to be drawn into Miss West’s secrets.

Miss West walked off through the house and Rachel found herself following like a pet dog.
They walked into a large room which had mirrors and a dressing table and a walk in wardrobe. There was another door at the far end of the room which was closed.

“Stand in front of the mirror Rachel.”

She did as she was told without speaking.

“Rachel why don’t you say, ‘Yes Miss West, anything for you,’ when I ask you to do something. I think that would be nice. Don’t you?!”

Rachel thought for a second. Miss West did want her like she wanted Wendy! She wanted to dominate her! She must find me attractive and sexy! Rachel was so pleased that she was admired and her whole body felt hot in anticipation.

“OK Miss West, anything for you.”

Miss West felt so horny now she had this new girl in her dressing room that was obviously curious.

Miss West opened the wardrobe door to display an array of shoes. Rachel could see her shoes.

“There are your shoes Rachel. Feel free to take them and leave. Or if you like, why don’t you try on some of the other shoes to see if they suit you. I bet you would look really sexy in those!” Miss West pointed to a pair of high heeled black shoes.

Rachel blushed at Miss West’s compliment, she knew this was it.