For a moment her request stunned me. Having my live-in slave and my girlfriend meet each other seemed like a recipe for pure disaster. There was simply no way this was going to end well. But still, what could I really say? “Well, I don't see why not....But are you sure you can do it without intimidating her too much? I mean, she isn't allowed to wear very much around the house. It could make things a little much for her.” I say hesitantly as I squirm lightly in my seat.
Sandra paused for a moment, thinking about what I said. Absentmindedly she fumbeled with her fork in her left hand. “I guess you may be right. That could be a little much for her....” she said in a mumble like voice, having taken my objection at face value. A moment later she continues. “Wait, what exactly do you have her wear around the house?” She asks, her stunning green eyes regaining their focus on me.
“Well...” I start thinking about how to say this in a way as to not make Sandra jealous about Paige getting to wear so little around me at all times. Still might as well go into the thick of it. “Well, she is mostly nude at all times, to aid in the humiliation aspect that she needs. Of course she wears a slave collar. There are unlocked together cuffs on her wrist so I can bind her hands together at any point that I want. Some stockings because I like those. Heels to add a little bit more sex appeal of course. And one other thing. Because of the no sex rule, she wears a chastity belt at all times. Duel purpose there. Reminds me that her body is off limits to me. Plus it makes her incapable of masturbating, which I use as a reward system for her sometimes. She gets an hour without the belt if she does an especially good job” I explained in detail, not wanting to leave out a detail if it meant being confronted about not telling her about something later.
She sat there transfixed by my description of the slave girl's daily wardrobe for a moment. I swear I could almost see a small shine in her eyes, but I must be imagining it. I simply have no clue was is running through her mind. Slowly, she gave a small nod, comprehending what Paige must be like. “How about...” She said almost trailing off in thought before regaining her focus and composure, “How about if I come to her with nothing under my dress. Maybe that might help ease things for her, if she knows I’m not fully dressed.”
“Nothing under your dress?” I ask in surprise, almost spilling out the bit of water I was using to clear my throat. The thought of her nipples pressing into the black fabric of her dress ran through his head. She seemed fairly determined if she would go that far. Maybe discouraging her was a bad idea, I skimpily rationalized to myself. “I suppose that could be okay then. She might be comforted by that” I said hastily, not wanting to lose an opportunity like this.
Sandra looked at me for a moment, at first in slight shock that I would agree to her proposal. Then a slight grin formed on her face. Wordlessly my girlfriend slid up out of her chair and walked towards the bathroom. I took another sip of my drink as I watched her ass sway ever so slightly as she walked away towards the bathroom. I could only assume what was going on in there, making some feelings well up inside of me. This could be a very interesting evening indeed. While she was gone I took out my cell phone for a moment and punched the number for home. Better not surprise Paige. Seeing someone come in with me might give her a heart attack or something. Afterall, I had never brought anyone to the house since Paige had started living there, in order to conceal her presence. I was quick about it though. A moment after she said hello I gave a quick explanation that my girlfriend Sandra was coming home with me after dinner, and to have everything ready.
But before I could say much more to that effect, I noticed Sandra returning from the bathroom, the grin on her face having widened considerably. When I saw her, I gave my slave a quick goodbye and hung up the phone. “ready to go?” I asked Sandra as she returned to the table. A grin starting to form on my face as well. Her hand slid towards mine and touched it, revealing that it was holding something soft. Her lace bra and panties were pressed into my hand. And I couldn't help notice that the panties were damper then I expected them to be.
“Yup” she said with a sly grin, as the waiter slowly shuffled over to the table, check in hand. This evening had just gotten a rank up in terms of level of interest.
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