‘Really? That’s very interesting,’ she said. Her other hand was reaching towards me when the intercom buzzed.
‘Shit. Sam,’ she said. ‘OK, you go and sit on the dressing-table stool over there. If you really want, you can do a bit of cleaning with the spray gun, but I won’t insist on it. Relax, Vix, and enjoy it. I know I’m going to.’
I sank on to the velvet-covered stool, still shaking with the loaded possibilities of our conversation. I’d more or less confessed my sub crush, and she’d indicated that it didn’t surprise or repel her.
Shona had left joss sticks burning to cover the smell of baby wipes and multi-surface cleaner. The combination of fragrances was heady, a bit sickly, but also exciting.
When Shona came back into the room, I got my first good look at Sam. He was a city-boy type, in an off-duty rugby shirt. Short trim dark hair, well groomed, gym-fit, much of a Threadneedle Street muchness, except for his arrestingly large puppy-brown eyes with sweeping eyelashes.
‘This is my maid, Vix,’ said Shona, indicating me off-handedly. ‘Take no notice of her, she’s just finishing up some cleaning.’
I took my cue and set to work with the spray gun, although everything was pretty much cleaned already. Bending over the dressing table, I watched in the vanity mirror as they made the necessary financial transaction and Shona tucked the roll of elastic-banded banknotes into her knicker drawer.
‘Goodness me, Vix, do you know how much you’re showing us?’ said Shona. I straightened like an arrow, guiltily hot. I’d forgotten about that. ‘She’s almost as shameless a little slut as you, Sammy boy. Why aren’t you on your knees yet? Are you waiting for something?’
Sam dropped down immediately and applied his lips to Shona’s shiny toes. I watched, creeping back into a corner, as he licked and lapped at the lacquered surface, moaning with pleasure when Shona pushed her boot tip between his lips, gagging him.
‘Good clean job,’ she said. ‘Well done. Let’s have that top and jeans off then.’
He had the regulation body underneath his regulation weekend gear. A little tattoo on his right bum cheek, too. I squinted to make out what it was, and was thrilled to see it was a pair of crossed whips. I wondered if Shona had made him have it, then felt my lack of underwear, as my thighs beaded with steamy damp. Once the shirt and jeans were gone, he was left in nothing but a very uncomfortable-looking latex thong. I bet that had been awkward to wear on the Tube.
‘How did this feel?’ asked Shona, batting his already stiff cock in its fetish covering. ‘Could you walk properly in it?’
‘Almost,’ he said softly, glancing at me. ‘It’s very snug. I was hard all the way here, pretty sure some people might have noticed.’
‘And seen what a dirty little bitch you are,’ approved Shona. ‘Great. Do you think he’s a dirty little bitch, Vix?’
I cleared my throat. ‘I … do, yes,’ I said.
Sam shut his eyes, enraptured.
‘OK, Sam, I’m going to get the high stool out for you to bend over. While I’m doing that, Vix, could you get the biggest butt plug off that shelf there and lube it up for me?’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ I said enthusiastically, glad to be a part of the scene. Sam stood with his head bowed and his bottom facing me as I applied slippery lube to a big black rubber plug. I’d barely be able to get it in my mouth, let alone up my bum. I shuddered for him slightly, even though I was looking forward to seeing it go in.
‘Right then, Sam, over we go,’ said Shona briskly, placing a step stool in front of him. He shuffled meekly forwards, until his knees were on the lower step, waist bent over the upper, still wearing the ludicrous thong.
‘Hand me the plug, Vix.’
I gave it to Shona, who smiled back at me.
‘Do you know what sometimes happens?’ she said to me in a confidential tone. ‘Sam here gets so excited just by having the plug put inside him that he comes really hard, before I’ve even started his real punishment. It’s naughty of him, so I punish him all the more – plus it means that he doesn’t get to enjoy the caning, because he’s had his little moment already. Of course, I never let him off. Do I, Sam?’
‘No, ma’am,’ he said dutifully, then he groaned as Shona began to press the plug firmly and inexorably between his defenceless cheeks. She took it slowly, twisting it, withdrawing it a little, pushing it further, making it last an agonisingly, gorgeously long time. I felt my pussy twitch and I clenched involuntarily, wondering how that monstrous thing would feel in my own smaller back passage.
‘Are you going to come today, Sam?’ she asked, devilish in her manipulations.
He was panting and whimpering like a little animal.
‘Trying … not to … ma’am,’ he gasped.
‘Keep trying,’ she advised, unperturbed. ‘There, it’s all the way in now. How do you feel?’
‘Very … full, ma’am,’ he said.
‘Can you see where it is, Vix?’ said Shona. ‘Give it a little jiggle if you like. A little tap.’
‘Can I?’ I hesitated.