Chapter 10: A Return to Stacy’s

When we walked in a cute young girl met us at the door. She immediately noticed Eve’s collar and seem fascinated by it. It was only when I cleared my throat that she turned to look at me.

“You’ll be wanting Stacy I assume?” she asked, sounding a bit disappointed that she wouldn’t be the one to help.

“She should be expecting us,” I answered.

She darted into the back room, and a moment later Stacy appeared, motioning us into the back room.

As I had requested, she had laid out harnesses to match those that Stacy had gotten. She also had a tail and boots, and I was looking forward to enacting a repeat of the session we had enjoyed with Eve, but this time featuring Olivia.

“Strip, both of you!” I ordered and I was pleased to see that their dresses hit the floor in seconds. Each of them carefully folded their clothes and placed them on the small bench just inside the door.

“You are such a lucky son of a bitch,” Stacy exclaimed, looking over Olivia and Eve.

Eve seemed to preen and pose for Stacy, and Olivia, sensing the mood, tried to vamp as best she could.

“I would argue with you, but my mother is rather a bitch, and I am incredibly lucky!” I replied with a grin.

“Olivia, grab the bar and spread your legs!” I ordered, “Stacy needs to take some measurements.”

With a hesitant look to Eve, who nodded in response, Olivia stepped onto the small platform and grabbed the bar over her head. Efficiently as ever, Stacy managed to get Olivia’s measurements and make some adjustments to the harnesses she had laid out for us.

A short time later, Olivia was wearing a harness that seemed to fit her perfectly. I walked slowly around her, taking in the sight of the harness and how it accentuated her curves. When Stacy added the cuffs in the matching color, it made for a vision of beautiful submission.

As with Eve, Olivia was clearly aroused, and when Stacy proceeded with fitting the matching boots, with all the caresses and touches, I thought she might explode with lust. But when she saw the horsetail attached to the butt plug, she had to struggle to stay standing, as her legs began to shake.

I slathered the plug with lubricant, stepped behind her, as I had Eve hold open her cheeks.

“Don’t let go of the bar,” I hoarsely whispered in her ear. I then proceeded to press the plug into her very tight anus. The whimpers and moans she made as I pressed it in were driving me crazy, and I was hard as a steel bar when I pressed it the last little bit to seat it fully within her.