Following my Saturday humiliation, we spent the rest of the weekend quietly and on Monday morning I dressed as usual in lacy bra, stockings and suspender belt, blouse and one of my skirt suits with the short skirt! Arriving at the office, Miss Chantelle was, as always, seated behind my desk looking most imposing. Putting my handbag and attache case down, I knelt before the desk and waited. Rising from her seat she walked round the desk and bent over without a word. Knowing what was required of me, I pulled her skirt up over her arse and lowered her knickers. A big, black arse is an object of magnificent beauty and I wasted no time in parting the cheeks and burying my face between them. When she pushed me back, I pulled her knickers back up and her skirt down. She turned and looked down on me, smiling, telling me to hurry up and fetch the coffee.
Hurrying to the kitchen to make our coffee, I decided I had better make one for Miss Janice as well. I was just finishing when I heard the door open and close, followed by a hand on my arse. “Good girl, Jo, I see you’ve made mine as well,” said Miss Janice as she fondled my arse, feeling the suspender strap taut over the cheek. Taking her coffee, she gave me a hefty slap, saying that she wanted a chicken salad sandwich for lunch.
The morning passed quickly and I went to fetch the lunchtime sandwiches. When I took Miss Janice hers, she was deep in conversation with a couple of the other secretaries who gave me rather strange looks as Miss Janice just thanked me in an offhand way. I suppose they were wondering why one of the partners was fetching lunch for a junior secretary!
Tuesday was my monthly visit to the beauty salon, which by now was not taking very long as my pubic hair was no longer really growing back, Miss Christine telling me that the padlocks on my labia looked really good. Arriving home, Miss Susan inspected me, commenting on how good my smooth mound looked. I felt ridiculously proud of both those comments!
Miss Susan instructed me to be sure to be on time on Wednesday evening as she had a surprise for me, which left me wondering all day! Arriving home, after putting my clothes away, I prepared and served dinner. After I had washed up, she took me to the bedroom, where I was to put on six-inch stilettos. These had straps around the ankle, which she padlocked closed. She had me bend over so that she could insert my dog’s tail buttplug, before fastening my collar and leash tightly around my neck! She handed me a coat to wear, which could probably have been more accurately described as a jacket, as it barely covered my arse cheeks and the bells dangling from clit ring, on a longer chain, were below the hem. Miss Susan herself was wearing the leather dress and boots which had so attracted me when we first met. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, realising that the neck of my coat did not hide my leather collar.
Miss Susan had ordered a taxi for us and the driver made no secret of the fact that he was looking us over. When we arrived at our destination, it was a rather dingy-looking building in a run-down part of the city. We entered a dimly lit foyer and Miss Susan handed a card to the man on the desk. Miss Susan turned to me, unbuttoning my coat and helping me out of it, before handing it to the man, taking my leash in her hand and pointing to the ground at her feet. As I knelt at her side, I realised that this must be the BDSM club, which was confirmed as we went through a curtain into a large hall.
Remembering my training, I crawled to heel, keeping close to Miss Susan and making sure to wag my tail. Miss Susan approached a woman of about my age, with a man on a leash kneeling at her side. I noticed he also had a tail! She smiled at Miss Susan, saying, “Good to see you, Sue, I hoped you would come. Looking at you, I’m sure you’ll fit right in.” As she spoke, the man crawled behind me and started sniffing my arse. “Yes, you two get to know each other!” she said, as he crawled in front of me, offering me his arse to sniff.
Looking down at me and patting my head, she addressed Miss Susan, “This must be joanna. Is she allowed a treat?”
Smiling widely, Miss Susan said, “Yes, Louise, this is joanna and she is allowed a treat.” At this, Ms Louise reached into her bag, placed a jelly bean in her palm and held it above my head. Knowing what was expected of me, I raised my arms in the air, kneeling up and whined. As she held her palm out, I took the jelly bean in my mouth and resumed my position on all fours, making sure to wag my tail vigorously.
Patting my head again, Ms Louise spoke to Miss Susan, “She does seem to be a good girl and I really like the padlocks on her labia, the bells and her nipple rings! I can show you around and let you decide if you want to join.”
The two ladies, deep in conversation, slowly walked around the hall. I crawled alongside taking note of what was happening. The main hall seemed to be mainly for socialising, although I noticed a stage at one end. There were, however, a number of curtained alcoves, some with the curtains open and empty and a couple where the curtains were open, with people watching the proceedings. We paused outside one of these and Ms Louise spoke, “Feel free to use one of these; close the curtains if you want privacy, otherwise leave them open, but be aware that you might be asked if someone else can participate. You will notice a chest inside each one, which contains all the toys you are likely to need!”
Miss Susan’s reply did not surprise me, “I’m sure there will be no need to close them; joanna is well aware of her place and I do like showing her off, but I think I’ll leave that to next time as I will definitely be joining!”
Ms Louise pointed out the main stage to Miss Susan, informing her that it could be set up for all kinds of displays, as the club had a large selection of BDSM equipment and that members could book a slot to perform for the membership. Somehow I knew that Miss Susan would be taking advantage of that!
The next couple of hours were spent with me following Miss Susan as she circulated, watching the proceedings in the alcoves and chatting with people; I was ignored unless it was for a pat on the head or a slap on the arse!
As we left, I had to stand again for the first time all evening; it was excruciating in my six-inch heels. Miss Susan was dealing with the membership paperwork at the front desk and I hear ask for one for Miss Chantelle. Obviously, she would be joining us!
The rest of the week passed fairly uneventfully, with Friday being the day I was taking Miss Susan to her parents’ place after a lunchtime finish at work. As a partner in the practice, I had no need to request the early finish from anyone except Miss Chantelle and I had neglected to ask her earlier! Without saying a word, she pointed at the office door and, knowing exactly what was required of me, I went to close it. The closed door signified that I was working and not to be disturbed. She knew that I was taking Miss Susan to her parents, but I should still have requested her permission. Closing the door and turning round, I could see that Miss Chantelle was walking round the desk with a wooden hairbrush in her hand. She was a magnificent sight; a statuesque black lady looking most imposing. Looking at me, she spoke, “You should have asked for permission before today, Joanna. Skirt off and bend over the desk!”
Removing my skirt, folding it neatly and placing it on the desk, I obediently bent over the desk, feeling my suspender straps tauten over my arse cheeks. No sooner was I over the desk than I felt her hand on my back, holding me down, swiftly followed by the crack of the hairbrush landing and the explosion of pain in my cheek. Knowing I would be expected to count the strokes, I said, “One, thank you, Miss Chantelle.”
After twenty strokes, with my arse now on fire and tears running down my cheeks, she ordered me to kneel under my desk, while she removed her own skirt and took her place in my office chair, knees apart. She had clearly enjoyed my punishment as I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal and see the hint of pinkness between her labia peeking out from her magnificent bush. Not that it was exactly an imposition, but I was required to spend the next hour kneeling under my desk, pleasuring her. When she was satisfied, she allowed me to refresh my lipstick, but not to otherwise clean up, so my face was coated with her juices; a smell I love, but one I hoped no one would notice!
Needless to say, Miss Susan noticed straightaway when I got home and sent me to clean up! She had packed our bags and laid out my clothes for travelling; a very short flared skirt, sheer blouse and lacy bra. I sighed to myself as I changed into them, realising that this would be the first time I had seen them since their visit, when Miss Susan had told her mother that she chose my clothes for me and spanked me if I misbehaved.
Once I had packed the bags into the car, I escorted Miss Susan down, opening the car door for her and helping her in. I don’t know if it can be described as overdressed to be in a tiny skirt and flimsy blouse, but it certainly felt that way as Miss Susan was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and I felt more than a certain amount of trepidation about meeting Miss Susan’s parents again, not least because they were the same age as me.
Arriving in mid-afternoon, I hurried to open the car door for Miss Susan. As I held the door for her, a young girl came out, calling out to Miss Susan. Miss Susan introduced me as her girlfriend to her sister, Alice. Alice did not say anything, but I could see her looking me over and I felt distinctly uncomfortable. When Alice offered to help with our bags, Miss Susan said, “No need, Alice; Joanna will bring them in.”
Fetching the bags from the boot of the car, I followed the two girls into the house. Miss Susan, telling Alice that they would catch up later, she told me to follow her. As I unpacked the bags to put the clothes away, she told me that as her parents were aware of the nature of our relationship, I should address them as Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and Alice as Miss Alice. I looked at her quizzically when she mentioned Miss Alice, to which she said, “Don’t worry Joanna, she’s sixteen, nearly seventeen and she also knows the nature of our relationship.”
When Miss Susan’s parents arrived home, I was somewhat relieved when nothing was said about my formal greeting to them. I was sent to help Mrs. Johnson prepare the dinner and she did question me about the relationship. She seemed satisfied with my answer that, as a partner in legal practice, I had an awful lot of responsibility that I really needed to give up in my personal life and that Miss Susan was instrumental in that. Mrs. Johnson smiled, saying, “You won’t object to serving the dinner then, Joanna.”
After I had put the plates out, I poured wine for the adults and fetched a lemonade for Miss Alice. I then took my own seat and Miss Susan took most of the questions from the rest of the family. I was glad that she was answering as my mind was in a turmoil; even more so when Miss Alice peremptorily sent me for more lemonade, giving me an angelic smile when I returned with it.
Somehow, I managed to get through until Sunday, when I had to return home, leaving Miss Susan behind for the rest of the week. I felt rather relieved as I took my leave, telling them that I would see them again on the following Friday.
