‘Do you like being watched?’
‘Honestly? Not really. I’m self-conscious about my looks. I don’t enjoy it, but I enjoy the feeling of doing something that scares me, for my dom, to please him.’
‘I don’t really get that.’
‘You’re in a different headspace than me. You play the way you do because it’s what you want. If Lloyd wanted it and you didn’t, it wouldn’t happen, would it?’
‘No.’
‘Because you don’t have that kind of relationship. I get off on the idea of service, of subordinating my own desires to somebody else’s.’
I pause for a moment, unsure what to say. ‘Each to their own,’ is my lame conclusion.
‘Exactly. Each to their own. Now look, are you going to get dressed or are we going to stand here debating kink psychology all night?’
‘Sorry. I’m nervous. Love your outfit, by the way.’
Rachael is wearing a black velvet number featuring a cleavage with more plunge than a bungee jumper and a huge slit up both sides of the long skirt. She appears to be nude underneath.
‘Thanks. Get a shimmy on then.’
I begin to rid myself of the sharp trouser suit, inspecting the contents of the desk while I unbutton.
It looks like a corset.
‘Is it a corset?’
‘Yes, and I hope it fits you. Really, they should be custom-made. But I reckon we’re about the same size, even though I’m taller, so I thought it was worth a try.’
‘What if it doesn’t fit?’
Rachael shrugs. ‘There’s a load of costume gear in that cupboard over there. Something will.’
As it happens, the corset is hideously uncomfortable, but for reasons that are nothing to do with the fit, which is fine.
‘Not so tight,’ I gasp as Rachael reins me in so fiercely I expect to hear the cracking of bones.
She relents and lets the laces out a bit. I breathe again.
‘I forget sometimes that you aren’t a veteran at all this,’ she says. ‘Sorry.’
I look down at myself. I seem to nip in and flare out much more than usual, in a sleek black and red satiny kind of way. My breasts spill up and over the cups, two indecent pale pillows, thrust out and ready for handling.
‘It’s like my rubber dress,’ I tell her. ‘But more so.’
‘You could try a rubber corset. They’re awesome. Now, I have this skirt thing for you.’
The skirt thing is a tiny lacy scrap that barely covers my arse. Not that it matters. I can’t imagine that my arse is going to stay under wraps for long tonight. Suspenders emerge from the high-set hem to link up with lacy stocking tops.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I see the classic saucy sexy minx. I practise a look of wide-eyed innocence, a pout, a wiggle of the bottom.
‘Do you think Lloyd will like it?’ asks Rachael, grinning.
‘Are you kidding? Lloyd likes anything and everything. A hairy gorilla suit would turn Lloyd on.’
‘Only if you were wearing it.’
I tut. ‘Nah, I don’t think so. He’s just a horny bastard.’