Chapter 4

Megan had been very busy preparing, so she appreciated that the doorbell rang right at six, and that slutty little Rachel was on time. She was even happier when she opened the door and saw how she looked standing there.

Rachel was still properly dressed in her SLUT choker and her "I like boys AND girls" top, but she'd added some even sluttier touches — a pair of fishnet stockings that didn't stand a chance of reaching all the way up to the bottom of her tiny, skin-tight miniskirt.

Clutched tight in both fists were bulging shopping bags, and the plain black bags were a clear tell-tale of the local sex-toy shop. Megan would have recognized them even if she hadn't been at the same shop herself today.

Megan stepped back from the door, and her wicked smile was all the cue that Rachel needed to follow her inside. Megan was dressed in a relatively conservative skirt and white fitted blouse; her embroidered choker, spelling out "the perfect slave" was the only hint of her current state of mind. True to the choker's influence, she had been preparing all day to make her Master and husband's fantasies real, working on this surprise to make him happy.

It wasn't like she had been a prude before her new clothes had asserted their power, but she would have never given herself over to fantasies and dreams like this. She would have never allowed herself to scream out loud in pleasure outside in her own back yard. She would have never serviced Heath so selflessly and repeatedly. She certainly would have never looked at another woman as a sexual object — would have never virtually abducted her friend to make her into a pawn in this game. But now, as the perfect servant to her Master, she gathered intense pleasure from just those things: making him happy — it felt like the happiest she had ever been.

She knew that it would excite Heath to see her with another woman, especially one as lovely as Rachel. If not, he would have never have purchased the tank top that Rachel was now wearing. Megan could recognize the power of those objects on Rachel, but the awareness of the influence of her own wardrobe didn't even cross her mind.

She was getting into the fantasy so strongly now. All day long the mental image had become stronger and stronger. As each piece of her plan came to fruition, she could feel her own lust grow. Now, watching Rachel's tight ass wiggle up the stairs in that barely-there skirt, she could hardly keep her hands off of her. She could smell that Rachel had been playing, that her pussy was hungry — as if she hadn't already noticed the smeared lipstick and telltale scent on the slut's lips.

Megan had everything prepared, so once Rachel had been guided into the bedroom, getting her properly set up took only moments. Tightly buckled leather cuffs were locked onto her wrists and ankles. Fixing the ankles cuffs together, she drew them up to a chain that she had dangling from the new pulley system in the bedroom ceiling and drew them up tight, stretching Rachel's arms up over her head. She smiled, seeing Rachel lift herself up onto her toes, the strain making her lovely toned legs look even better in the fishnet stockings, and her posture making her skin-tight miniskirt seem even shorter.

The miniskirt didn't last long; Megan quickly stripped it from her. As she looked at the squirming Rachel, almost dangling there in her and her Master's bedroom, she cooed out loud. She slid her hands over Rachel's body and she could sense the erotic tension in her muscles. Lightly she traced down: through her hair, over her face and lips, tracing the letters on her choker, and down over her curves. Megan licked her lips as she watched her captive's nipples stiffen even further through the thin stretchy red fabric of her tank top.

Rachel's mind was closely matching the state of her body. It was buzzing, and focussed on nothing but pleasure, sensation and sex. The thoughts pounding through her consciousness were like a mantra, "I am a slut, I like boys and girls, I am a slut..." She remembered every touch since the firm way Megan's fingers had moved over her when she first tugged these clothes over her body to the amazing taste of Sarah's nectar on her tongue to the sensation of her skirt being taken from her and the cool air over her hungry cunt. Her arms were aching, stretched so high, and it was so hard to balance on her toes.

It got even harder as Megan pulled her legs wide apart, and kept them that way with a steel spreader bar locked between her ankle cuffs. Rachel looked down at her, her hungry eyes begging for mercy even though all this time she didn't dare speak. Rather than mercy, she found only Megan preparing her for some unknown future with an efficiency and focus she'd never seen in her friend before. Rachel's eyes were wide as she felt the hot water hit her sex, followed soon after by the cool tingle of foam, then the gentle but quick strokes of a razor. Megan had just shaved her pussy bald! Her mind was racing and her body was quivering. Deep inside some part of her was shocked, humiliated and angry, but all that was well covered by the immediate and very present sensation of lust and need. All she knew was that Megan was her way to sexual satisfaction, and she would do anything for her to receive that gift.

Megan herself was in a mental and physical zone. She had been thinking about this moment and the hours to follow all day long — ever since she had seen Rachel appear as an answer to her husband and Master's fantasy — a fantasy which she, as his perfect slave, could think of no greater joy than to fulfill. She was so thankful his purchases, through their mysterious power, had given her the ability to make that dream real — even as she was unable to conclude they also gave her the desire to fulfill them.

Every step of these short hours of preparation were planned out, so that by the time Heath arrived, the scene would be set for him to walk into, and she would have made him happy.

Now that Rachel was secured in place, and properly shaved, Megan moved on to make sure the sexy woman would be properly physically and mental ready to make Heath happy — she wanted to be sure that no woman, other than herself, would ever want sex as much as Rachel would by the time Heath caught sight of her.

Megan took out her sharpest pair of scissors, and she started cutting at the hem of the tight tank top. She was careful not to damage the script, instead just shortening it enough so that the delightful soft curves of the undersides of Rachel's breasts were visible.

She then squeezed a healthy dollop of massage oil into her hands, and began to slide it over every exposed inch of Rachel's skin. It made her shine and glisten, and she watched as she started to be aware of the warming, tingling effect the tube advertised. Next, she tugged the top down just enough to expose her nipples, which were stiff and sensitive. As Megan secured the clamps onto them, Rachel finally let out a yelping moan of pain.

Of course, Megan was waiting for that moment, and took full advantage of it to stuff the red rubber ball gag into Rachel's mouth, buckling it tight behind her head, and took a moment to admire the way it stretched her lips, and how beautiful the leather straps looked as the pressed into her cheeks. Rachel was squirming with surprise and pain, her skin was tingling and her nipples were throbbing. Megan didn't have the time to pause for long, so she continued the preparations. She squeezed a battery-operated egg vibrator into Rachel's bald cunt, and followed it up with a well-lubricated vibrating plug that she pushed slowly and deeply into her tight ass. The way that Rachel screamed into her gag, Megan guessed it might have been the first the she had been filled there.

That thought made Megan giggle, as she hopefully had a lot more "firsts" coming this evening. Megan let her fingers trail over Rachel's puffed pussy lips as she strapped the butterfly vibrator around her hips, and adjusted it perfectly to align over her sensitive clit. Moving around now, to activate the vibrations on the egg, the plug, the butterfly, and even on the clamps, she smiled deeply.

"I'll see you soon, Rachel, my perfect slut," Megan cooed as she slid out of the room, "I've got to get myself ready now that you're all set."

The door was closed for just a moment, then Megan's head poked back inside. "I almost forgot, pet. You are not to cum until I say so."

Rachel was in shock. The vibrators were already having a significant effect on her, even if they did seem to be set to pretty low speeds. She could feel them all over her, and it was hard to tell where the torment of one stopped and the next began — except when it came to the vibrating clamps on her nipples. The weight of the mechanism was pulling at her throbbing buds, and the humming vibrations were shaking her to the core with a sensation she could no longer divide between pleasure and pain.

Her mind was pulsing, losing the ability to think about anything else but the sensations she was feeling and her ache to have them bring her to the peak, to sweet and wonderful orgasm. She knew she wasn't allowed, and the fear that Megan might take pleasure away from her if she disobeyed was just barely enough to keep her from giving in to total release. As she alternated between loving and resisting the mix of vibrations and emotions, she could no longer hang on to even the remotest idea of time.

It wasn't until an eternity later that she heard Megan's voice at the door, telling her to close her eyes. She did, and then Megan was near her — she nearly cried when Megan took the vibrating dildo from her sopping wet pussy — then she did cry and scream into her drool-covered gag when the clamps came off her nipples. The sensation of the blood rushing back into them was worse than when the clamps went on. The gag was removed next, popping wetly out of her sore jaw. Then the spreader bar was gone, allowing her a bit more support, but only making the remaining plug seem even tighter in her ass as her thighs moved back together. She didn't see Megan before she rushed out of the room once more, but she did hear the car in the driveway as Megan rushed down the stairs.

As Heath was driving home, he had to concentrate to keep his thoughts on the road. He couldn't quite believe the last 24 hours or so — he and Megan hadn't had sex with that kind of fervour in quite some time and he had never known to be so free of inhibitions, so into the moment, and so eager to please him. As a result, he didn't know quite what he was going to be coming home to either.

The first time they had tried out his impulsive online purchases, Megan had also been totally into it, at least after a couple of glasses of wine, but then the next day she had seemed out of sorts, pissed off — almost like she had regretted the whole night. She had nearly bitten his head off when he made a leading joke about trying something like that again. He had started to think about packing the whole box of stuff up when last night happened. At least this morning she had been still in the mood, but now, with hours gone by and him having to be work all day, he just had no idea what he was about to come home to.

Even with all this best- and worst-case thinking, Heath didn't even come close to the situation that greeted him at his front door. He opened the door, stepping inside so happy to finally be back home, and there was Megan — and he was speechless.

She stood tall, in knee-high leather boots with six-inch spiked heels. Out of her boots flowed the perfect decoration of black silk stockings, pulled up with garters to the bottom of an incredibly tight, form-defining leather bustier. There weren't cups in the busier as much as there were supports for the incredible beauty of her firm breasts — the stiffness of her nipples was in clear view and her nipple rings glinted brightly. There was a small triangle of sheer black lace covering her pussy, but her lips were still deliciously visible through it.

Megan had added rouge to her nether lips as well as her nipples, and the effect was magical. Bright red lipstick stood out on her face, which she had lightly powdered for even more contrast. It also made the fine black lettering stand out more against the lace choker around her neck, as if it were written right on her flesh.

Heath couldn't form words, or even cohesive thoughts. He was just staring, his eyes moving up and down her body, trying to take it all in. His cock was instantly hard and his heart swelled too — he simply loved his wife, and he was so lucky to have such beauty as a gift.

Her lips curled into a smile that was intoxicating, and the words that they formed sounded like the most erotic of whispers, but Heath felt he could hear even her thoughts in the connection of this moment.

"I have a surprise for you, a fantasy I can make real."

Megan turned and began to walk upstairs, to their bedroom. Even without her words, he would have followed that ass to the end of the earth.

Megan felt so strange and wonderful, with her body and mind surging together. When she had first found these pieces of clothing in the box, she had thought they looked a little tough, a little strong, a little too "Dominatrix" for her. As she had looked at them longer, the thought slid into her mind that they would actually be just the right touch to reflect her taking firm proper control of Rachel while they both served to act out her Master's fantasy.

Now, with the tight leather wrapping and holding her tight, pushing her breasts so high, and the boots looking so imposing on her legs, she knew she had been right. She was at once her lover's slave and her plaything's Mistress. She was perfect.

Heath's ability to grasp reality was again tested when Megan opened their bedroom door. It took a long moment for Heath to recognize the woman hanging (hanging!) there as their friend Rachel. They had been there for her during her divorce, spending time with her, comforting her. Heath would have had to be blind not to have noticed her devastating body and that incredibly think, long blond hair, but he never let himself fantasize about her — at least not for more than a minute or two at a time.

But there she was, in his bedroom, wearing only one of the sexy little tops he'd purchased as one of his most daring jokes for Megan, and it seemed shorter than before, as the undersides of Rachel's full breasts were visible as her posture pulled the top upwards. That top, a "slut" choker, and stockings were all she was wearing. Slut indeed, Heath thought, as he noticed her shaved bare pussy. Rachel clearly couldn't move but she sure didn't seem to be complaining. Heath could smell her from the doorway, and noticed a glisten on her pussy and around her mouth. God, this woman clearly wanted, needed sex.

"You wanted to see me with another woman, didn't you?"

Heath didn't know how to answer this, but he was too out of his mind to be able to lie. "Yes, I fantasized about it — do you want this? Does she?"

"I do," said Megan with a wonderfully convincing smile on her face. She then turned to her captive, "Do you, Rachel? Do you want to be with me? Do you want to be with Heath?"

Rachel's was nearly panting with need, "Yes, oh god yes, I want you both, so badly, right now!"

Megan laughed, turned to Heath and smiled again, and pushed him back until he reached the bed and just fell into a seating position. "Let me get her started, so you can watch," she whispered. She moved back to Rachel, and whispered in her ear, "You're going to love this, as are we both, but his cock is mine, slut. Mine alone."