Based on Sir Hugs Stepdaughter fills in.

[KindredFlame]

Please note although I give credit to Sir Hugs for inspiration for this idea it is not the same story.
Background My Wife Samantha is also my mistress, when we are out I do what I am told without question. She quite often attends dinners and Galas where dressing up is part of the event.

Now when I try wearing a evening dress, ball gown or whatever you like to call them, it looks like a sack of spuds on me, for this reason and others I do not like these events though I have been and more than once have been groped or fucked by some executive at my wife’s bequest. ( normally so she can get off with the wife of the same executive. )

However my eldest daughter (step) has a figure that this sort of clothing just looks right. Ok my daughter is bi and would do anything for me or my wife. But my thoughts are for the stories sake my wife uses my daughter in the same way as she would use me.

Maybe she is drugged and gang banged (pre warned maybe) or she just has to pose naked or fucked on stage, swapped or something else.

Any thoughts?

 

[sirhugs]

interesting twist

 

[Rob_Royale]

So, lesbian couple with one being a very controlling domme who believes her stepdaughter is part of the arrangement? That's rather diabolical in a very sexy way. I'd like to read about that seduction for certain.

 

[KindredFlame]

So, lesbian couple with one being a very controlling domme who believes her stepdaughter is part of the arrangement? That's rather diabolical in a very sexy way. I'd like to read about that seduction for certain.

Yes this is the general idea even though I am bi. My wife is a lesbian.

 

[KindredFlame]

Just before Christmas my wife Samantha told me she wanted me to catch the train to London to attend her company’s Christmas Party. Ok that sound simple enough but my wife I hated London and to get dressed up like dogs dinner to impress some no hope excutive of a company that she is about to destroy.

I don’t mind the dancing, drinking, sometimes coke and even the sex that often is involved, what always pissed me off was I never looked any good in an evening dress, I am more a short skirt and a boob tube kind of a girl.

I pleaded with my wife not to make me go but she insisted, telling me that my dress was already hanging up in her hotel room, along with our daughters. Ani our daughter has a shape and dresses like this make her look even more beautiful than she is.

At that moment Ani came in telling me to get my arse moving as it is just over 3 hours to get to Waterloo in London then we had to get our hair and makeup done. The thought of all this sent my head spinning but I gave in and loaded the car with our overnight bags and drove to the train station.

 

[KindredFlame]

We got to London and apart from the architecture of Waterloo Station, the place itself was just as bad as I remembered, it’s far too busy for me. We made our way to the tube and Ani had already worked out how to get to the hotel where the event was being held.

As soon as we started to go under the ground to the first tube station I felt the walls closing in on me, by the time we got on the tube train I had hold of Ani’s hand so tight that she complained about her blood circulation.6 stops later we were off and had to go down to go across town.

I never know how people can do this, with no points of reference but Ani had it down to a T. We got off and up towards the ground and I started to feel a lot better, when I saw sunlight my fears were almost over.

Ani guided me to the hotel and after a very strong Vodka tonic in the bar I started to relax.

 

[KindredFlame]

Ani checked us into my wife’s suite, we soon were in her lounge room and ani and my dresses were on manikins and they looked fantastic, also laid out was some lingerie and brand new heels for both of us.

For the next two hours we had our hair an makeup done, then our nails before our own personal dressers helped us into our clothes without messing anything up. Several glasses of quite a nice champagne later Ani looked like a million dollars, I knew what I looked like, the normal sack of spuds but Ani insisted I shut my eyes and she stood me up in front of a mirror and when I opened them for the first time ever I thought I looked pretty dam good, even if I said it myself.

 

[KindredFlame]

I plan to slip this into the story somehow, it’s bitty and needs to be sorted but I only just jotted it down

Samantha was dressed for the occasion. She likes to look good regardless of the occasion and black always looked good on my mistress, black, seemed to personify the whore inside her, however expensive a whore she would be in reality.

A long black dress, that clung to her hips, Samantha’s shoulders were uncovered with just two very thin straps holding the bust of her dress in place, black seamed stockings, suspender belt, and high stiletto shoes. The traditional long black gloves that always seemed to make her skin look so pale. Her long dark hair reflected the soft glow of the candles that were placed on the tables.

I could sense her hands on me during dinner, the dim lighting in the ballroom and long table cloths hid the fact that her left glove covered hand had found its way inside my dress and was relaxing on the delicate material of my knickers if she moved her nand to much I would be doing a Harry met Sally moment I thought. I was so tense in a strange way. However Samantha knew that tonight was special, as it was six years we had been together and she was going to enjoy my body in celebration of this fact.