Chapter 4: Dinner in the Dungeon

I slide out of my dress and have a warm shower. While doing so, I quickly relieve my mounting arousal from seeing all Sarah-Anne’s sexy gear this afternoon. It takes me less than a minute to bring myself to an explosive orgasm. By the time my body stops jerking I’m back in control of myself again. However, I am still thinking a lot more about sex than I normally do. I quickly dry my hair and prepare myself for a night out. Only when I come to put on the latex dress again do I remember that I didn’t ask Sarah-Anne if I could borrow a plain bra and panties. I decide on impulse to firstly see whether I can get away without wearing a bra. I slip the dress over my head and smooth it over my breasts. It provides more support for my breasts than I imagined, preventing them from bouncing about. The latex is thick enough that it doesn’t highlight my nipples, although you can see a slight bump if you look closely. I satisfy myself that it looks and feels okay, and for better or worse, I decide I can manage without a bra.

Going without panties is another matter entirely. I’ve only once worn a skirt without panties underneath, and that was for a dare. Perhaps I’m not in control of myself as much as I think I am, because I slide the dress down my body and into position to see what it feels and looks like. It’s a very snug fit and the bottom of the dress isn’t very wide, although it stretches a little. Walking is going to need to be done with small steps. Again, the thick latex doesn’t reveal anything unseemly and my already aroused senses make the feel of the latex against my bare bottom very exciting. Despite the pleasant thrill running through me, I still hesitate to go without any panties.

It’s the early return of Pete with his cousin which decides the issue for me. They are forty minutes earlier than Pete said, and I’m a minute or two from being anywhere near ready. I mentally berate them for not phoning to let us know they would be early. But then I remember Sarah-Anne doesn’t have a mobile phone any more, and Pete has had her landline temporarily set to block incoming calls. A move apparently necessary to prevent Sarah-Anne from being harassed by former clients. There’s no time to ask Sarah-Anne for some panties, and I finish my preparations as quickly as I can. The dress doesn’t really need a belt, but I put it on anyway. I notice that it isn’t a single chain but three short chains linked together by spring clips at each end of the individual chains.

I mentally prepare myself for what lies ahead. My dress helps me adopt a strange new persona which I feel I might want to explore further in the future. Once I feel ready, I go downstairs and make as graceful an entrance as I can manage in my tight dress. Sarah-Anne has obviously finished dressing in the meantime, because I presume her outfit is now complete. The remaining items of her outfit aren’t items of clothing, but a wide leather collar, and strong leather wrist and ankle cuffs. The ankle cuffs have straps which pass under the instep of her shoes, binding her shoes to her feet. Small padlocks hold each cuff and the collar in place. It all makes Sarah-Anne look very sexy, but I’m not certain that it’s the image she should be portraying tonight.

“Mistress, this is Pete’s cousin, Danielle,” says Sarah-Anne as I enter. “Danielle, this is my new dom, Mistress Jennifer.”

I’m momentarily knocked out of my stride when I see that Pete’s cousin is a young woman. I recall Sarah-Anne earlier referring to Pete’s cousin as ‘him’, so naturally I assumed that his cousin was male. But there is nothing masculine about the woman with Pete. On the contrary, she’s a stunning beauty who any man would long to plough. From the look on Sarah-Anne’s face, she has obviously been taken unawares as well. But I suppose Daniel and Danielle sound similar, so maybe she’s made a genuine mistake.

Danielle is close to Sarah-Anne and my age ... probably twenty-one or twenty-two ... it’s difficult to tell at first glance. She has blond hair like Sarah-Anne, although she wears her hair in pigtails which make her look like a schoolgirl. She’s dressed that way as well, although no school would permit a skirt as short as Danielle’s fake uniform. I wonder whether the effect is deliberate and that Greg had a hand in her choice of attire as well. Her posture and body language suggest that she’s in Pete’s thrall. Is this an act or is she another slave in Pete and Greg’s harem? If it wasn’t for an obvious family likeness, I would begin to doubt from their behaviour that Danielle and Pete are related at all. I belatedly realise that I have a role to play tonight for which I’m seriously under-prepared.

“Are you two ready?” asks Pete. “Greg has booked a table for us at The Dosla, but they only had early-diner reservations left. I’m afraid we must vacate the table by nine-fifteen, but I’m sure we can find a club or bar to go to after.”

“Nine-fifteen will be okay,” I say. “Sarah-Anne and I need to be back here by nine-thirty in any case.”

It’s slightly later than I originally said to Sarah-Anne, but Danielle’s presence rather than a male cousin has eased some of my earlier concerns. However, I’m still wary of Pete and Greg’s motives.

“Oh, that’s disappointing. But as you wish, Jenny,” replies Pete, not taking up my challenge about the arrangements for later. “I can call you Jenny, can’t I. Calling you ‘Mistress Jennifer’ doesn’t seem appropriate in my case.”

“As you wish, Pete,” I reply, puzzled by his sudden theatrics. I turn towards Danielle to shake her hand as well. Instead I find her in a deep curtsy at my feet. Her actions throw me for a moment, but I quickly recover.

“Stand up, Danielle,” I say, resisting my normal inclination to add the prefix ‘please’.

Even though today’s events have repeatedly pushed against my limits, I’m starting to warm to this dominatrix game. Yesterday I would have laughed out loud had someone suggested that I would be playing the part of a dominatrix with two submissive girls tonight. That’s something I’ve only thought about in fantasies, and never dreamed of having the courage to do in real life. But in a space of a few hours, I’m dressed the part and actually beginning to enjoy the prospect of some harmless power-play.

“Thank you, Mistress Jennifer,” replies Danielle, doing as I commanded.

“If you are ready, we had better be going,” says Pete. “Fetch our coats, Danielle.”

Danielle does as Pete commands. Even though Pete is her dom, Sarah-Anne looks at me as though expecting some instructions.

“Get our things, Sarah-Anne,” I say, taking the silent hint from Sarah-Anne’s body language.

Sarah-Anne returns a few moments later with a couple of overcoats for us both. The light jacket I wore at lunchtime is still damp and, in any case, isn’t really appropriate for my current attire. Fortunately Sarah-Anne has several full length overcoats. She hands a black one to me, keeping a white one for herself. I’m about to put on the coat when Sarah-Anne hands me three other items. A small black shoulder bag, a black vinyl peaked cap and a short riding crop. I quickly put my keys, purse and phone into the bag. It’s obvious where the cap goes. But the riding crop?

“Allow me, my Mistress,” says Sarah-Anne. She leans forward and clips the loop at the end of the riding crop to my chain belt so that the crop hangs down over my right thigh. I note her subtle use of the word ‘my’ before ‘Mistress’, suggesting a certain amount of competition is brewing between Sarah-Anne and Danielle. I’m starting to get very strange and mildly erotic feelings at this whole scenario, but I don’t lose sight of the need for caution tonight.

Pete swats Danielle on the bottom as they head for the door. In other circumstances that would have been a highly inappropriate action by Pete, deserving a slap across the face from Danielle. Instead Danielle giggles as though she’s enjoying Pete’s attention. I turn to Sarah-Anne to check that she’s ready. For some reason she is holding back, and I suddenly wonder if she’s embarrassed at going out dressed in Greg’s chosen attire.