A Change of Life [Closed]

[Kiriel]

"My what?"

Jenna has always delighted in being coy, playing innocent when you know perfectly well that she's into more things then you are. Sighing, I brushed a dark curl away from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

"You heard me. I said how's your sex life and escapades? I'm in a daring mood to hear." She wasn't exactly wild, so I thought, but she certainly had more experience under her wing then I did. As for myself, I was a rather naive 19 year old, with some vague accounts of exploration- but the list was woefully short.

Chuckling softly, Jenna patted my head- an annoying trait, I thought. She was my elder by four years, and often did that when she felt I was out of my depth. "My darling Natalie, do you really wish to know? Would it frighten you?"

Snorting, I tilted my head back to avoid further ministrations. "If I asked, I certainly wanted an answer." Shrugging, Jenna bent over to rumage through her purse, until she came up with something, and dumped it on the table. A pair of shining handcuffs. A glint came to her eye, slightly feral, but mainly excited.

"Bondage, my dear. BDSM." To my credit, I swear my blue-gray eyes widened; I sat straighter in my chair; but I still say my jaw did not drop to the floor. I had heard of this lifestyle, and shuddered at the thought. Pain and I were not good friends at all- especially not expected pain. While I didn't have anything against the lifestyle, mind, it isn't something you expect to hear.

"I-I...erm...." Laughing softly, Jenna swept the handcuffs away, leaning forward.

"Natalie, I did warn you. Yes. To be utterly frank, I came upon this club, and found my calling. I'm a sub- submissive, you see- and I cherish the pain that my Master grants to me. It may seem horrific and torturous, but it's truly loving. What He gives me aids and helps me, and I can't say I mind the mind-blowing pleasure as well."

Eyeing her doubtfully, I mulled on this for a moment. Indeed I had come across such matters before, in chatrooms and roleplays and the like. I never tried one though- and of course, being the horrible actress I am with certain emotions, Jenna read it all on my face.

"You're not scared, are you?" Her voice was steeped in challenge, and my pride- forever, forever getting me into things, along with that obstinate streak- bristled.

"Of course I'm not. It's a lifestyle choice, and it's not my place to insult it."

"You're evading the question. I think you're scared."

"Am not."

"Are too. If you're not, prove it."

"Fine." Once the word left my lips I knew I was hooked; I knew she had planned this somehow, and I knew I might regret it.

"Come with me to the club I went to. Today. Now. And then you can prove to me you're not afraid." Again that glint in her eyes, and that tone; she knew me too well, damnit.

"Sure. Lead on, o brave one." I replied, rising from my chair and taking my purse; I felt momentarily out of my depth about clothing, for I was dressed conservatively, with a long sleeve shirt and pants, revealing nothing, only hinting as it hug the curves of my small frame.

Grinning like a hyena, Jenna led me outside of the building we had been in, and we walked about 4 blocks before coming to an obscure, nondescript building.

"Here we are." It was so close I knew that- that- argh- that she had planned this. "Go on Natalie, it won't bite."

Muttering some obscenity under my breath at her, she chuckling and swung open the door to the club...and ultimately to my life change.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The club as seen when first entering:

Inside the street door is a small, but well stocked retail shop, as many have to supply fetish wear and "toys" of various sorts. A release is signed there and the membership fee/cover charge is paid. $20.00 per visit for single women except weekends when it's $ 30.00.

On the far side of the shop from the street door is a door that appears to be padded and covered with leather or faux leather. On the door is a sign that reads "If you're offened by nudity or partial nudity do NOT enter" in black on red paper.

Inside that door is the club proper. There's an aisle across an open area surrounding a central seating area affording those at the tables to turn and watch anywhere around the circle surrounding them. The tables are on three tiers so that no one's view is blocked.

The clear tiled floor area around the seating section has things positioned on it. Things that look as if they come from a medieval torture chamber or a mad ob-gyn's office, for there are even two ob-gyn tables complete with adjustable foot rests.on either side of the spectator area.

There are standard crosses and St. Andrew's Crosses, they look like large wooden X's. There are stocks and padded benches, padded sawhorses, tables with chains hanging from them, a very heavy looking chair with straps all over it, cables hang from above supporing bars with chains dangling from the ends and the cables leading to winches on the wall and more.

Presently there's a man in only a thong cuffed to one of the padded benches being alternately spanked and then stroked with a feather by a woman dressed in a short, tight leather dress and knee high high-heeled boots.

Two naked women are cuffed to chains on either end of one of the overhead bars. They've been lifted on tiptoe by the cable's tightness and a man in jeans and a leather vest is hitting them both with what looks like a cat o'nine tails from the old movies. He's hitting both on their backs and asses and also on their breasts, bellies, thighs and between their legs as they squirm, moan and audibly beg for more.

A woman is bent over her head and hands through one of the stocks and her bare ass sticking straight out behind her. Both ankles are fastened in place with her legs wide apart clearing displaying her shaved pussy to all looking. A man is just walking away and has left a riding crop on her back. Lettered on her ass in felt pen is "I'm a painslut. Please use the crop on me anywhere you wish until I've cum, if that pleases you"

In the specator's area are a few couples and a few single men and women all watching the "floor show" intently with occasional chatting.

 

[Kiriel]

I must say, once we paid the charges and went into the club itself, my mouth dropped. I still insist it was only for a moment before I closed it and looked suitably shocked while not gaping, while Jenna refuses to admit it. She wore a huge grin on her face, smug and amused in how I was so out of my depth, whereas she was comfortable.

"Not backing out, are you Natalie?" The voice startled me out of my reverie, and my eyes snapped to her as I glared darkly in her general direction.

"I don't back out of things. Are you backing out?" She didn't even favor me with an answer; just a self assured smirk before she grabbed my arm and began to pull me about the place.

Again, I must admit I truly was out of my depth. The sound of the thwack of the whip made me wince every time, until the sound blended into the surroundings and I noticed it no more. Linking our arms, Jenna smiled politely at all, calling to aquaitences and chattering to people she knew.

Mostly ignored, I took the time to look around. The shocked expression left my face, leaving a generally nondescript mask, showing only curiousity at the events around me. My gaze fell upon one man- a tall one, imposing, particularly as he was a good 7 inches taller then me- with eyes of complete darkness.

Jenna noticed- how, I will never know. I swear she had some sort of ESP. Following my eyes to the man she began to pull me his direction.

"That's Master Eric, you see. I know him from previous times, lovely man really, not too obsessed with metal tipped whips and all..." On she chattered, before finally arriving at his table.

"Hello sir. This is my friend- Natalie. She's never been to one of these before-such an innocent one, she is." Shooting a death glare to Jenna- really, must she play off of my innocent every time we meet anyone?- I smiled politely to the man.

"Hello." I intoned after her, pushing my heavy curls away from my face where they had hung previously.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Master Eric:

He slowly rises to his feet and bows from the waist as he kisses your hand. The looking directly into your eyes and no where else says quietly in a moderately deep voice, "Hello Natalie and welcome to your introduction to our alternative lifestyle, the BDSM lifestyle.
"For give Jenna for her little barbed jests. She should know better by now, at least when in my presence and with a newcomer also present."

He looks at Jenna and one eyebrow raises as he says just as quietly to her, "Isn't that right slut?
"Apologize to your guest and remind me of this on your next visit to my home so I may punish you for being so ill mannered to a guest and newcomer.
"Is that very clear slut and apologize now."

Jenna's eyes grow wide as she's becomes aware of her error and it's magnitude to this Master, one she truly enjoys using her.

Her knees fold and she drops to them and bows her head. In a very pitiful voice she says to him," Yes Master Eric. This slut will remind you and beg for the punishment that her mouth and thoughlessness has earned her.
"Natilie, my dear and good friend, please do forgive me. I was thoughtless and rude in making those comments about you to Master Eric. I wholeheatedly apologize and hope that you'll forgive me. If you can't find it within you to do so please tell Master Eric so that my punishment will be appropriately harsher."

When she's finished speaking she kneels there shivering and shuddering and you think you can see tears sparkling in the dim light as they fall to her lap.

 

[Kiriel]

I didn't know whether to blanch or blush- I certainly didn't have many men kissing my hand and bowing, but neither was this particular setting second nature to me. My lips curved upward in a slight smile.

"I've known her long enough to know it's merely one of her traits, something we both do to each other." I demurred, and then fell silent as he began to speak to Jenna. Punish? It seemed a little overblown for the situation, but I wasn't in any position to comment.

My eyes widened as she dropped to her knees. I doubt I've ever seen anyone on their knees, but in church one of the few times I went. This day seemed to carry with it a new startlement every few moments.

The shivering and shuddering of Jenna's form unnerved me, and I laid a hand on her shoulder. "It's fine, really. You're, erm, forgiven." The response sounded incredibly lame even to my own ears, and I looked to her head, for lack of better place to rest my eyes.

"It's nothing, it's really the truth, and I suppose the truth deserves to be heard." I remarked, partly to myself, partly to Jenna. It wasn't as if it wasn't addressed to Eric- I felt vaguely unsettled talking through him to Jenna, and it was more of a comment to any in hearing.

Shifting my weight to one hip I kept my hand on Jenna's shoulder, though lightly. Seeing the tears it was how I reacted, needing to comfort the droplets that fell from my friend's eyes on my behalf, in some way.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Master Eric:

His hand comes into your view and a single fingertip under your chin is used to raise your head so he can, once more, look deeply into your eyes with his bottomless dark ones as he says, "You are a true friend. Jenna is lucky to have one as good as you Natalie. Not everyone has a friend who will forgive their transgressions as you have hers.
"Joking or not it was thoughtless and she knew better when in my presence."

Still looking into your eyes, holding them with his as tightly as if his fingers held them, "Your forgivness and compassion have earned you a reward from me should you choose to accept it before the night's end Natalie.
"I would like you to join me at my table Natalie, if you'd care to that is. You see I don't order or command, all is consensual always, until and unless you give your submission to me some time in the future of course."

Finally, with almost a physical wrenching feeling, he looks down at Jenna releasing your eyes from his gaze. "Slut you will go and become properly attired then bring us all sodas to drink.
"Go not and thank your lucky stars your friend Natalie is so forgiving. If she wasn't your punishment would be very painful and long.
"Now do as I've asked slut."

Jenna rises immediately, smiles at you with one of the happiest smiles you've even seen on anyones face before scurrying off do to as Master Eric told her to do.

He pulls out a chair, "Won't you sit with me Natalie? If so do feel free to ask me any questions you may have about my lifestyle."

 

[Kiriel]

My chin rises with the finger, blue-gray gaze locking with the bottemless black. "I have enough transgressions of my own to carry about then to shoulder the load of someone elses. And anyhow, I have done it often enough to her, as she has done it to me. Perhaps the mark of a true friend, perhaps merely the act of one who tries to be."

Head tilting slightly to one side, although my eyes stay focused on yours, a curious expression comes upon my features. "What sort of reward would that entail?" I inquire, and then take but a moment to ponder the request. "And I would be honored to join you, although I am not sure if I would gift anyone with my submission quite yet."

When your gaze is torn from mine I glance down at Jenna as well, listening to the orders given. Feeling a bit awkward and out of place, my weight shifts to one side as I am wont to do when the setting is a bit out of my familiarity.

Jenna's smile brought one to my own face, never having seen her so happy before, if ever seeing anyone so pleased. Turning back to you I nod, taking the seat gratefully.

"Thank you. I fear I have no pressing questions at this point in time, I know...the basics, I suppose, of your chosen lifestyle."

((I apologize for it's short length and lack in plot pushing, I'm feeling a bit off today))

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Master Eric:

"We all have those burdens, it's just that most don't bother to remember them Natalie. A case of a convient memory I suppose," he says as he pulls back a chair when you accept his invitation, the pushes it in for you.

"If you don't mind I'll keep the nature of the gift as a little surprise until you've decided if you wish to claim in Natatlie," he say with a little smile, one that looks bit mischievious and maybe a bit wicked too.

Continuing to speak, "Good Natalie. There are so many misconceptions about the BDSM lifestyle promulgated by media in some cases, Hollywood at times and certainly by the adult book publishers of what I call "mastabation books", certainly not true erotica in most cases, that I'm very glad to hear you have a grasp of the basics.
"Then you know that the primary creedo of true adherents is "SSC or Safely, Sanely and Consensually" and that nothing is every done without prior consent."

Chuckling low and softly, "If you'd like to spur a heated discussion with many Dominants ask the question, "Who has the ultimate power within a BDSM relationship?" and sit back and listen to the replies you'll get.
"However, in a consensual relationship such as we have in this country, the only possible accurate answer is the submissive has. Afterall the submissive can say goodbye and leave at any time they wish, can't they?"
"Look around, watch the activities and if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask me Natalie."

Several minutes pass in comfortable silence as you both watch what's happening in the "Play Area" when, "Ahhhh, here comes Jenna with our drinks."

When you glance over your shoulder Jenna is approaching with the sensual and sexy stride of a runway model or perhaps a hooker strutting the merchandise. Her hips sway side to side in the 5" high heeled shoes she's wearing. She has on dark thigh high stockings and a bustier that leaves her bear below the hips and that has demi cups that support but don't cover her breasts above the bottoms of her areola. Around her ankles and wrists are fastened black leather cuffs. In her hand is a small tray with three glasses on it and a small bowl of snacks.

When Jenna reaches the table she places a glass in front of Master Eric first, bending so he has a very clear view of her breasts and hard coral tinted nipples. Then she turns to you and bends just the same way while looking into your eyes with a combination of excitement, amusement and perhaps a bit of defiance.

Snack bowl now on the table she turns to Master Eric and says, "May I sit at the table sir, or would you perfer me elsewhere until you've decided if I'm allowed to go and play with others tonight?"

Eric looks at you and says with a smile, "Natalie, would you prefer a delicious looking slut kneeling beside you or seated across from you. You're the guest, so you choose where she'll be."

 

[Kiriel]

"I suppose, but I often have a hard time forgetting mine. To carry around others is simply a nuisance." Nodding my thanks for the pleasentry, I chuckle softly at your reply.

"I wouldn't want to ruin your surprise." Falling silent and listening to your words, I shrug at the end of them. "Yes, but in the relationship the submissive gives that power to the Dominent, though it can be taken back at any time. I think that would be why there are differences in the opinions."

The actions in the Play Area were certainly not ones I saw every day, but for some reason I felt slightly awkward questioning you about what I was viewing, and also felt like the proceedings should be seen on it's own merits on my points of view, rather then another interpertation. Honestly, it was one of those times you just want to watch rather then analyze; drink in rather then pick apart.

When Jenna came back, I swear my jaw nearly dropped again; she had the slightly annoying quality of surprising me. Seeing the excitement in her eyes I managed a smile, wondering how in the world she came out dressed as such.

I pause for a moment, then shrug. "Honestly I would prefer if Jenna sat across from me, I've never been a highly dominant person. If you don't mind, that it." The idea of someone kneeling beside me wasn't one I treasured- and I would never be able to think of Jenna as anyone but my dear friend, and being able to look down at her exposed breasts wasn't an experience I had been hungering for.

"If you don't mind me asking, is Jenna your sub? Or only sometimes? I think I'm slightly confused about the workings of this club."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Master Eric:

"As you wish Natalie."

"Jenna take a seat please, and properly to let Natalie see how it's done by an experienced lil one."

"Yes Master Eric," Jenna replies. She grins at you, sways around the tiny table and sits in her chair. Her bare behind slides all of the way back. Her shoulders are pulled back thrusting out and prominently displaying her breasts and hard nipples in the demi cups. Her legs part and bend at the knees. The tips of her toes rest on the floor along side of the back legs of the chair simualting being bound there.

"Well done Jenna," he says in his low and quiet voice as his fingertips stroke her cheek then her closest breast. It's nipple is given a pinch and Jenna's eyes tighten as she shudders and quietly moans out her very obvious pleasure.

"No Natalie, Jenna is not mine. I don't own her, but we do play together very often don't we Jennaslut?
"Something we both enjoy very much as Jenna's a very sensual, erotic and sexual lil slut."

Jenna flushes to the tops of her breasts at his praise and words and murmurs quietly, "Thank you Master Eric."

 

[Kiriel]

I watch Jenna partly out of curiousity, partly out of growing excitement. Once or twice I had roleplayed a master slave relationship online, but it seemed far less then what it was in real life.

It was slightly uncomfortable, feeling like an outsider in the relationship, but the awkwardness only heightened the feelings of arousal that began to awaken. I highly doubt anyone would have noticed quite yet, but then again in such a different surrounding I was not sure.

"If any of my questions offend you, please don't answer. As I'm unfamiliar with this...particular place, I fear my query's may be horribly blunt."

A slight smile curved the corners of my lips as Jenna blushed, for a reason I couldn't figure out and didn't make an effort to. "Do you own any slaves, or is that not a sort of relationship you're looking for?"

Folding my arms on the table and leaning forward to make sure I heard anything said to me over the noise of the room, I brushed an errant curl away from my face- a habit whenever I was not talking in a coversation.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Master Eric:

"Natalie, your being blunt won't offend me, as long as you remain respectful that is. Disrespect is something I won't tolerate and will punish if a submissive displays it.
"I don't currently own a slave or submissive Natalie, but that's always subject to change. I do play with and enjoy several right now, Jenna being one of them. In the past I've owned one alone and at times several at the same time.

As the curl starts so slip toward your face once again his hand reaches out and a fingertip moves it and tucks it behind your ear. Then is fingers graze, caress your cheek to the corner of your lips as he takes his hand away again.

"Natalie, would you like to change into something far more comfortable and appropriate to the surroundings? If so I'll wager Jenna would be happy to help you pick something and it would be my pleasure to buy it for you.
"A gift from a Master to a Lifestyle curious and lovely woman."

 

[Kiriel]

"Then I will try my hardest not to seem disrespectful without meaning to." I reply with a smile, nodding to your next answer. "Ah, I see. Thank you for your answers, I fear I would be incredibly embaressed if I was interrogated about my woefully lacking sexual life."

A shiver ran down my spine, even from the slightest of contact with your fingers. As if docile, the rebellious curl meekly stayed behind my ear. In other cicumstances I would have laughed; but it seemed I had a shortage of breath.

Another smile, wider this time, brightened my face. "That would be most welcome, I do feel rather pruddish dressed so. If, of course, Jenna doesn't mind. I'll have to think of a way to thank you, I'm a bit short of money currently."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Master Eric:

"Just seeing you in the fetish wear and knowing you'll keep it as a memento will be thanks enough Natalie.
"If you don't choose to continue your exploration of our lifestyle, at least you'll have it to remind you of tonight and that will please me greatly."

"May I touch you Natalie? Intimately that is?" he asks as a fingertip traces your lips.

 

[Kiriel]

Nodding my thanks, my smile becomes more of a grin. "Then I wholeheartendly accept your offer. I'll make sure whenever I wear it I think of you."

The next question caused me to freeze for a moment, breath catching in my throat. After barely a second's pause while I thought it over ever to briefly, I nod.

"Yes sir, you may."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Master Eric:

The fingertip that had been tracing your lips is moved to his and kissed. Then it's returned to your and strokes them again as he says quietly, "Very well phrased reply 'little one'. Very and properly respectful and even submissive, and you didn't even realize it did you Natalie? It just came out naturally didn't it?"

He smiles and speaks to both you and Jenna as his hand moves, "Jenna when you help Natalie find something appropriate I wish to see her lush breasts (his hand lightly squeezes one then the other). They should have a bit of support, but her nipples (each is pinched and rolled) should be bare.
"If she's not shaved or closely trimmed Jenna then something appropriate, but if she is something that frames her pussy would please my eye.
"Tell Maxine I'll cover the cost on my way out Jenna and if you think thigh highs and heels would work with the outfit you've both selected by all means get those too."

Eric's other hand reaches over and squeeze's Jenna's breast, hard. She moans and squirms in her seat as her tongue licks her lips and her back arches pushing her tit harder into his grip then pulling back to pull her tit, give it more pain and obviously pleasure.

Your nipple's pinched a bit harder, but not too hard and tugged, "Now off you both go. Lets see what sexy things you can find for Natalie to wear and for me to enjoy looking at."

 

[Kiriel]

I nod slowly, not trusting my words to voice. I hadn't even thought when I replied; the words had simply spilled out of my mouth. As you begin to talk to Jenna my gaze flickers back and forth between her and yourself, gasping softly as you touch my breasts.

Jenna was grinning wickedly, enjoying what she saw. "Master Eric, if I think just high heels would go best, should I select those as well?"Her nipples were clearly hard, as mine were; even through the bra and shirt, they were visable.

A soft moan escapes my lips as you twist and tug my nipples, the sound mingling with Jenna's before you release us both. Jenna slides off of the chair, standing and taking my hand.

"We won't be long, Master Eric, I think I know what she'll look lovely in." Tugging my hand gently, Jenna smiles at both myself and Master Eric. I rise, and Jenna quickly pulls me off to a store-like area of the club, filled with anything you could possibly need in the area of BDSM.

((Would you like me to do this part of choosing the outfit, or will you?))

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Master Eric:

"I'll be sitting and waiting as patiently as I can to see how sexy and alluring Natalie looks in her first fetish wear Jenna.
"I have a feeling between the two of you I'm in for a rare treat on your return."

[[ We can roleplay it with me taking Jenna's role or you can take both. It's up to you Kiriel. PM and let me know your choice please.]

 

[Kiriel]

"I'm so happy you're at least minorly interested in this, no other friend of mine ever has been!" Jenna bubbled as we walked towards the shop. Her infectious extroverted attitude began to catch on to me, and soon we were chattering happily about random things.

The new surroundings had originally made me more subdued then usual, but that was rather hard to keep as Jenna stode purposefully around one whipping stand, still grinning and thanking me for coming.

"Well, I'm glad you took me." I replied, cutting through her chatterings, and she squeezed my hand out of pure excitement. Shopping never failed to bring Jenna up all the higher from where she was in her moods before.

Once we walked into the store, I glanced about, taking in the various accessories and clothing articles. "Where should we look first, Jenna?" I inquired, turning to face her in slightly confused, and again out of my depth, but this time not feeling the slightest bit awkward.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

As Jenna:

She pulls you over to a rack of fetish wear and looks at things and sizes.

"Well Nat," she says, "if you're daring and brave enough this should fit you." She hands you an outfit made of nothing but leather straps.

Two for over the shoulders from adjustable leather straps that seem to fit around the breasts with a small and stiffer leather half cup under them. Then from the bottom of the breast straps/cups two straps to a belt that looks like it goes around the waist. From that a strap that's very thin, like a thong, then flares out and is split in two. They fasten to the front of the hip belt and look as if one goes on either side of a pussy.

"Or there's this one Nat," she says handing you another set of metal rings like old chain mail. The cups look as it they may reach your nipples, but they'd poke out if so. The bottoms are just a "V" of chain mail fastened to a thin leather belt.

"Give them both a try Nat. Let's see how hot you look in them," Jenna says leading you to and coming into a dressing area with you.

 

[Kiriel]

A light blush tinges my cheeks when I see them both but no more; it could easily be mistaken for just excitement, or nerves.

"Thanks Jenna; I'll try on the strap one first, and then the rings." The dressing rooms were small rooms, with a sheet for a door. My best guess for the presence of anything similar to doors was to heighten the surprise, though a few of the tiny alcoves had no covering. Ducking into one I quickly shed my clothing; shirt, bra, pants, and panties.

I had minimal struggle with this one, just a slight problem adjusting the thong like object. The strap cups lifted my breasts, making them look fuller, and therefore slightly bigger. Looking at myself in the mirror provided, I had to admit I didn't look half bad; the ebony of the straps made my skin look even paler, more like porcelin then before, and it hugged my slight frame like a second skin.

Pushing away the fabric I craned my neck looking for Jenna; she materialized a moment later, still holding the metal ring one for me to try on next.

"What do you think? Any comments, or should I just change into the next one?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

As Jenna:

"Tighten the breast straps a bit girlfriend. That'll make your lovely tits swell a bit as the blood flow is restricted a bit and make them so much more sensitive.
"Looks great on you. You look sexy, slutty and ready for action Nat, any kind of action you want.
"I know Master Eric would love it and lots better than the mail one too.
"If you wanna keep that one I'll get some footwear and thigh highs for you to try on. Shoe size is a 7 right?"

 

[Kiriel]

"If you think he'd like this one better, then I'll take this one." I say, reaching to tighten the straps as advised. "Yeah, my feet haven't grown at all. Size 7, or 7 and a half if you can't find a 7."

Smiling happily from the compliment- I wasn't quite vain, but unlooked for compliments always had a way of cheering you- I take my bundle of clothes from the changing room. Feeling more exposed then ever, and yet very comfortable around the others with even more showing then myself, I went to follow Jenna as she headed towards footwear.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

As Jenna:

Jenna has you sit down and pull on a pair of dark thigh high stocking with a lacy pattern. Then she finds a pair of sandals with at least 3" heel and ankle straps that lock closed. Once the stockings are on she puts on the sandals and locks them in place.

As she's fitting the sandals and fastening them she says quietly, "You know Nat you have a beautiful pussy. I've always thought so but never mentioned it before as it didn't seem appropriate before now and I didn't wanna chase you away or lose a great friend.
"You should shave it bare and certainly before we go back to Master Eric you want to spread the pussy straps so that your pussy isn't covered at all. So the straps frame your lips and push them out a bit like your tits are right now."

" Looking dammmned sexy Nat," she giggles as she rolls her eyes and licks her lips lewdly.

 

[Kiriel]

The stockings reminded me much of my old uniform socks from high school- and the thought of a Catholic school girl in such a place brought a chuckle from my lips. Listening to Jenna speak my blush returned, though in the darkness it was hard to tell. Cursed and blessed with pale Irish skin, every emotion could be seen on my face at it's given time.

"Thank you. I don't recall seeing yours, I think I always looked away. With girls I'm not as adventurous; but from my new viewpoint I think it looks quite lovely." Shrugging after the suggestion, I began to adjust it as she had said.

"I do shave it, just that I haven't in a while. I was actually planning on doing that tonight." Finished fiddling with the straps, my cunt lips were now pushed out, looking puffier then before and completely exposed my lower regions.

Laughing as well I rise, adjusting to the new heels, and holding out a hand to Jenna. "Only thanks to you, the mastermind of sexy. Are we ready now?"