The Premium Prize Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – The Premium Prize Ch. 02 by ChrisWarner,ChrisWarner
I was totally spent after Sapphire had fingered me to three orgasms, and I was very tempted just to drift off to sleep. However, even though Sapphire was there as our slave, she was still a guest in our home. I got up and led her into the guest bedroom, which has its own bathroom, and I checked that she had enough towels and everything else she might need. Then, before I left her to have a shower, I gave her a quick hug.

“Thank you, Sapphire. I’m very pleased with you.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You know, I’d love to be able to thank you using your real name, but I guess that’s not appropriate.”

“Why, don’t you like the name Sapphire?” I could tell she was gently teasing me.

“It’s a lovely name. But you know what I mean, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Mike had already showered and gone to sleep by the time I got back to our room. I showered, pulled on fresh panties and an old Guns ‘n’ Roses t-shirt my father gave me, and I crawled into bed myself.

Mike had promised to spend Saturday morning helping his sister move house, and he had to run a couple of open homes in the early afternoon, so when he wasn’t in bed when I woke up, I got straight out of bed. I was keen to see him before he left. I found him fully dressed in the kitchen making a large batch of French toast, and his big smile and loving kiss gave me all the reassurance I needed. It told me that even if we needed to follow this up with a huge talk about our relationship, I could trust that he remained committed to working things out.

I sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar to watch him cook. The small bag that was part of our prize was lying there, so I opened it up and looked inside. I recalled Heather saying that the small prize bag could enhance the experience of the premium prize, and now I understood what she meant. There was a thousand dollars’ worth of vouchers, all with a romantic or sexy theme. There were vouchers for lingerie, alcohol, beauty treatments, and one for an adult shop that I didn’t think I would ever be daring enough to enter.

My thoughts were interrupted by Mike giving a cheerful hello as he looked past me to the door. I swivelled around and saw Sapphire standing there. She was wearing another thong — a black one this time — and nothing else.

“Good morning, Mistress and Mike,” she said. “I’m sorry for sleeping in. I should be making the breakfast.”

I ignored that. “Didn’t you bring any clothes to wear?” I asked.

“Yes Mistress, but I didn’t want to put them on because I didn’t have your permission.”

I looked around at Mike and saw that he was grinning happily. “Michael!” I scolded. “You’re burning the toast.” I picked up a blouse that was sitting by my sewing kit waiting to have a seam repaired and I handed it to Sapphire. “Here, you’d better put this on, or we won’t get anything edible.” I got Sapphire to sit on the stool beside me. The blouse wasn’t as long as my t-shirt and her ass was still on display. I just rolled my eyes whenever Mike found some lame excuse for coming around our side of the breakfast bar.

Once Mike had left (after checking out Sapphire’s ass even as he kissed me goodbye), I couldn’t help but comment. “I think he really likes your choice of underwear. I haven’t worn a thong in years.”

“Really?” Sapphire was horrified. “But your ass would look great in a thong.”

“I just find them too uncomfortable.”

“You totally get used to wearing them. It’s like when you first start wearing bras as a teenager. You think that you will never find them comfortable, but after a while you don’t notice it at all.”

“Maybe I should buy some. I’ve got these vouchers,” I said, passing her the gift bag. Sapphire spent a minute looking through the vouchers.

“These places are all in the same part of town,” she said. “If you wanted to go shopping today, then you would have the advantage of a slave to carry your bags.”

“That sounds like fun,” I said.

“You know, this lingerie place is really top of the range. You could get them to measure your bra size and get yourself some good quality bras.”

“What’s wrong with my bras?” I asked. Since the only bra she had seen of mine was one of my favourites, I couldn’t help but feel offended.

“The bra you wore last night was gorgeous, but I couldn’t help but notice that the underwires weren’t sitting flat against your ribcage. You might not have noticed it yourself since it had that extra strip of lace below the underwires.”

“But how did you notice? You only saw me wearing it for just a few seconds.”

“I’ve got an eye for these things. I’m doing fashion design at university.”

“Ok, but why would you assume that all my bras are the wrong size?”

“I don’t know for sure, but it does stand to reason if you bought such a nice set in the wrong size. Let me ask you a few questions. Apart from one or two special bras, most of your everyday bras are cheaper, aren’t they?”

I nodded.

“And when you first buy them, they are strangely uncomfortable for a few weeks but then they seem to fit you fine.”

Again, I nodded.

“And let me guess that you have been wearing the same size bra since the end of high school?”

“No. I went up a dress size in my first year at university, but my cup size has always been a C.”

“I disagree,” argued Sapphire. “You might have started needing larger jeans when your hips started getting curvier, but as for your chest, I think you went up a cup size, not a dress size. I think you will find that you’re a D cup now. The reason your cheap bras start fitting better after a few weeks is that they’re getting stretched.”

I stopped and thought about it. What Sapphire was saying made perfect sense. “Ok,” I said. “Let’s go shopping. I’ll just throw some clothes on and we’ll go.”

I put on a skirt and a blouse. I was too ashamed of my collection of old bras so I figured I could go without for the drive into the city. Sapphire was waiting for me by the door, still wearing just the blouse and thong she had already been wearing. I giggled while she kept a straight face. “Let me guess,” I said. “I have to order you to get dressed.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“In that case,” I said, feeling naughty, “if you’ve got a dress in your bag then I want you to put it on. No underwear!”

“Yes Mistress.”

Sapphire joined me again a few minutes later wearing a cute summer dress with spaghetti straps. We took my old car and drove into the centre of town. As I drove, Sapphire phoned ahead to the lingerie shop and reserved a senior consultant and fitting room for me. The consultant was a woman in her 50s named June, and she was slightly motherly. She didn’t seem at all fazed when Sapphire joined us in the fitting room. She simply ascertained that I was the one wanting to be fitted with a bra, and she asked me to remove my blouse. She also didn’t bat an eyelid when she saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra already. I guess this only reassured her that I was more likely than most to buy something.

After taking some measurements, June soon confirmed Sapphire’s diagnosis that my breasts were a D cup. After discussing my preferences with regards to styles that I like, June went out into the store and returned with half a dozen different bras for me to try on. Once I had chosen two that I liked, we went on to choose colours, and eventually I had settled on a white lace bra and a red bra with black lace trim.

“Will you be wanting any matching accessories?” asked June as she started measuring my hips and waist.

“Yes, she’ll be wanting a pair of bikini style panties and a G-string for each bra,” said Sapphire.

“Very good. The red bra also has a garter belt that goes with it.”

“She wants that too.” I thought it was very cheeky for Sapphire to speak on my behalf like that, but I appreciated the decisions being made without me having to worry about how frivolous the purchases might be. I did have a small measure of payback when June returned with the panties and garter belt.

“My apologies, but I’ve only just remembered that the red set is on sale this weekend,” said June. “It’s two for the price of one. Would you like two sets of that type instead of the white set, or would you prefer to add the extras to what you have already selected?”

“Do they need to be the same size to qualify for the two-for-one deal?”

“No.”

“In that case I’ll take an extra set in her size,” I said, pointing at Sapphire.

I saw that Sapphire was blushing when June asked her to remove her dress and discovered she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I had already guessed that she didn’t have any pubic hair — she had put ‘not applicable’ on her profile for the section on whether she would permit her body hair to be altered. June remained professional as she took Sapphire’s measurements. She proclaimed Sapphire to be much the same size as me apart from being a C cup instead of a D. As she went out into the shop to get Sapphire’s lingerie, I quickly changed into the white G-string and bra and admired myself in the mirror.

“I think that will be to Mike’s liking,” said Sapphire. “Of course you will have to do something with your pubes. There was a beauty treatment voucher in that bag. You could get a Brazilian.”

“I don’t think so,” I laughed. “My electric trimmer will do fine.”

When June returned, she frowned and reminded us that they didn’t allow customers to try on panties without another layer underneath, but I reassured her that I had already decided to buy them. However, I used this to Sapphire’s disadvantage by making her try on just the bra, leaving her bottomless throughout. Since she had shown glimpses of being someone who normally likes to take charge, which may have been something that contributed to her exploring this sex slave role for variety, I was starting to have a bit of fun reminding her of her place.

Once we were happy that the bra for Sapphire was the right size, I said, “I’ll wear the white set home and we’ll take both red sets in one bag.” Turning to Sapphire, I reinforced my decision by saying “The straps of that bra won’t really go with your dress.” She removed the bra while I picked up her dress, and I let her stand there naked just long enough for it to get weird before I handed the dress to her.

It turned out that with all our purchases we still hadn’t used all the voucher, even after we had added stockings to go with the garter belts. “May I suggest something?” asked Sapphire. “I noticed they sell packs of five thongs.”

“I’ll take a pack,” I said.

Once we had left the lingerie shop, I took Sapphire into the coffee shop next door, telling her I wanted a quick drink before going home.

“Aren’t you going to keep on shopping?” Sapphire asked. “The whiskey place is just down this road, the sex shop is only one block over, and the spa is just a bit further up the hill.”

“I don’t think so. I’ll probably go for some sort of pamper package at the spa, so I’ll need to book that in advance, and Mike will want to go to the whiskey place. He’ll kill me if I spend that voucher without him. And as for the sex shop, I can’t see myself ever going into a place like that.”

“Why not?”

“Come on. There will be some old pervert behind the counter and a bunch of creepy guys lurking around. No thanks!”

“But it’s not like that at all. The staff are all women, and the male customers are usually so awkward that they just melt away whenever you go near them.”

“You’ve actually been there yourself?”

“I’ve been five times, including once every time I’ve done one of these Macleod weekends. It’s kind of a tradition. Usually the guys have given me some sort of gift from there to commemorate our time together.”

“I didn’t know I was meant to get you a gift.”

“And yet you’ve already bought me an expensive lingerie set. Even though you haven’t let me wear it yet I’m still pretty excited about it.”

We sat in silence for a bit while some questions floated around in my mind. “Sapphire, do you mind if I ask you how many of these weekends you have done?”

“I’ve done three. This is my fourth. Plus, I’ve done some auction stuff which is similar but different.”

“I don’t suppose you want to talk about it?”

Sapphire smiled. “Obviously I can’t name names, but if you want me to talk then I am yours to command.”

“I would like to know. Please Sapphire,” I said.

Sapphire gave me a strange look and paused to gather her thoughts. “The first time I did this I ended up with a single guy. Let’s call him Tie Up Guy because his thing was tying people up. It was a full-on fetish. He had all these ropes and chains, and he used all these intricate knots. He was copying pictures of tied up women he had found on the internet. He would spend half an hour or so tying me up, then he would fuck me for a few minutes and then untie me.”

“That sounds awful!”

“I know it sounds bad, but it wasn’t really. He was an intelligent guy, and he was fully aware that he was a tragic middle-aged man with a weird sex fetish, so he was kind of embarrassed and apologetic. He lived in a small bachelor pad filled with the latest gadgets, and he was totally married to his work. He tied me up and had sex with me once on Friday night and again the next morning, then he left me alone all day. He never bothered to cook and had practically no food in his flat. He left me a wad of cash and a pile of brochures of places that deliver and told me to organise my own lunch, so he was really grateful when I offered to go out for groceries instead and cook dinner that evening. He had sex with me when he got home from work, again later in the evening and once more the following morning. He was kind of funny. When he wasn’t working or tying me up, we watched episodes from his MASH DVD box set. He even let me sleep in his bed while he slept in a sleeping bag on the couch.”

“But didn’t you find it awful having him tie you up?”

“I was pretty freaked the first time and I was really regretting allowing it on my limits list. I’d been told by the other girls that it was normal to agree to it at the Macleod parties because it’s safer since everyone works for him, and we’re all expected to have similar limits since we’re all earning the same money.”

“Once the first time was safely over and he had been so thankful, I started to get into it the other times. I guess his excitement was really infectious. Even though he asked me to strip naked while he stayed dressed, and he didn’t even grope me any more than he needed to get the ropes right, I could tell he was getting worked up, and I found it quite erotic. Once he had finished with the ropes, he would look at me from every angle, and even then it seemed like he was admiring his handiwork more than my body. Then he pulled down his pants, applied some lubricant to both our genitals and stuck it in me.”

“I can’t really describe how sexy it felt to just be used like that, which is why I know I’m wired differently. My only purpose in that moment was to enable him to live out these fantasies which he would probably never dare discuss with a girlfriend. He was too excited for my satisfaction to ever be a realistic part of the experience. He never lasted very long, and it left me desperate for an orgasm. He knew it too. Once he had untied me, he always offered to leave me alone to ‘compose’ myself, and we both knew he was leaving me to masturbate. I had these huge orgasms lying on his bed, leaking his cum, while he waited patiently in the other room for me to join him for the next episode of MASH. I get wet just talking about it.” I suspected I was getting wet too, which I totally didn’t expect.

“Tie Up Guy took me to that adult shop on the Saturday evening. He knew just what he wanted. He bought this restraint pack which included all these Velcro cuffs and straps and clips, and a few traditional handcuffs and blindfolds. As he drove us back to his home, he said something like ‘I want you to have this stuff because I think you might like to get into this with a boyfriend or someone like that. I know that I’m a bit over the top, and nobody in their right minds would bother with all the rope stuff I do, but I think you will enjoy this gift if you are brave enough to try it some more.'”

“One last thing about Tie Up Guy is that I started to get my hopes up that he wasn’t interested in anal. Doing anal goes hand in hand with being a sex slave. The girls at the club all say that’s where the money is. If you’re not prepared to do anal, then you’d better put your name down for something else that’s kinky and unusual like letting someone give you a piercing. So, anyway, Tie Up Guy waited until Sunday morning before he put the lubricant on my ass. I’d done it once before as a teenager and I’d chickened out part way through, but I figured I could try it again. What can I say; it was painful, but at least it didn’t last long, and it made me as horny as anything. It just confirmed what I had already discovered about myself — giving up control like that is so amazingly exciting.”

“The second time I did a Macleod party, I ended up with a guy I’ll call Checklist Guy. He was another single middle-aged man, except this guy had been married and was newly divorced. According to him, his wife was totally unwilling to experiment in the bedroom, then she had an affair and blamed it all on him being too boring. The guy was quite bitter about it, I’ll tell you that. Anyway, after all those years, he was pretty keen to have some new experiences, and he basically treated the limits on my profile like a checklist to be ticked off over the course of the weekend.”

I had my copy of Sapphire’s profile in my handbag, so I got it out. “Were your limits the same then as they are now?”

“Yes. All of us girls have basically the same limits. Some of them aren’t willing to do any water sports stuff, but a lot of them are more willing to do heavier spanking stuff. In my course, we’re always trying on different clothes in class, so I don’t want to have bruises or cuts. I guess Checklist Guy liked the look of my list.”

I needed to clarify some things. “Water sports is wee, and scat is poo, isn’t it?”

“That’s right,” said Sapphire. “None of the girls do scat stuff. I think it’s only on the list to reinforce that we haven’t agreed to do it. Some of the girls talk about maybe doing it one day if they got a huge bid at our auction, but I think it’s mostly just talk. Scat is dangerous — it can make you really sick — while urine is basically sterile.”

“So, you let this guy wee on you?” I asked.

“Yes, and I had to wee on him too. I’m not sure which I found the most awkward. The one good thing about it was that this guy sat down on the first night and basically drew up a schedule for the weekend, so in the hours leading up to the water sports bit, I suggested that we both drink lots of water to prepare ourselves. Remember this the first time you try water sports, large volumes aren’t as bad as high concentration.”

“What makes you think that I’ll ever try water sports?” I asked.

“Isn’t that what these coffees are for?” teased Sapphire.

“Cheeky! Maybe I’ll order asparagus for lunch. That will make you think. Now carry on with your story.” For some reason my heart was thumping.

“Sorry. Anyway, Checklist Guy took me to the sex shop early on the Saturday morning. As I say, he was the organised type and he had done some research. The thing he was most keen to try was (surprise surprise) the anal sex, but he was also anxious about it, so he used the voucher to buy an anal training kit, an enema kit, and some special anal lube that helps to desensitise you.”

“What’s an anal training kit?”

“It’s a pack of three different sized butt plugs that help to get you stretched out beforehand. You start by putting in the smallest, and then you work your way up to the largest. He got me prepared over the course of an hour or so, and I have to say that it made it quite tolerable. I might even have orgasmed if I’d rubbed my clit or something, but since him giving me oral sex was next on his list, it didn’t take much for him to get me off afterwards.”

“Checklist guy not only gave me the anal stuff as a gift, but he also gave me the lingerie voucher as well, so lucky me. He was so apologetic about not giving me the spa voucher because he needed to have something to give his sister on her birthday, so he offered me the voucher for the whiskey place as well. When I told him that I didn’t really drink much whiskey he kept the voucher and gave me two really expensive bottles of wine from his cellar instead.”

Sapphire and I had finished our coffees, but I wanted her to finish her stories before we gave up our table. “What about the third guy?”

“Actually,” said Sapphire, “the third time I was picked by a female real estate agent, although she didn’t want to have anything to do with me herself. She told me that I was a gift for her husband. They didn’t even have me at their home. They got me a hotel room and said I could order meals through room service. The guy would visit me whenever it didn’t clash with their social engagements. In a lot of ways this was the least satisfying of my experiences. He made a small effort to get into the spirit of it. He ordered me to stay naked unless I was waiting for a room service delivery, but when he did turn up it was for boring sex and to complain about his wife who, it turns out, only got me as a gift for him because he found out about an affair she’d had. It was pretty messed up.”

“Apparently the wife wanted to keep all the prize vouchers for herself, but the husband didn’t want her to have the sex shop one because he was paranoid that some other guy would benefit from it, so he snuck away with the voucher, drove me to the shop, and told me to go inside and spend it. I got one of the most expensive vibrators they sell, one of the ones with two motors.”

Sapphire looked around. “I think people are waiting for our table. Do you feel up to braving the den of iniquity?”

I nervously accompanied Sapphire to the adult shop, and I was pleased to find it was just as safe as she had promised. There was a lot more there than I expected. I was surprised by the range of games, intimidated by the shelves of DVDs, and interested in the lingerie and dress up clothes. I was tempted to buy a male G-string for Mike, but I figured I should wait to see if I started regularly wearing those thongs I had bought for myself. The main issue, though, was that my head was still swimming from Sapphire’s stories, and l felt a strong expectation to buy a sex toy for her that somehow represented our time together. The task was beyond me.

“I’m sorry Sapphire,” I said. “I can’t decide on anything right now. Shall we go and get some lunch?”

Sapphire didn’t say much as we walked to a nearby restaurant and ordered lunch. I remained curious to hear more of her experiences, so I started questioning her once the waiter had left us. “So, how did you get involved in the auctions? How did you even hear about them? I went to the University of Auckland for six years and I never heard about this going on.

“Do you remember meeting a girl called Angel last night?” Asked Sapphire. I remember that there had been a girl called Angel, but I couldn’t remember with any confidence which one she had been. “Angel is in my course,” continued Sapphire. “We were meant to be doing this group project together, and I had arranged to go to her house one Saturday morning to work on it. About an hour beforehand, she rings me up and asks me to pick her up from some other house on my way to her place, and when I picked her up, she was still wearing party clothes from the night before. We tried working on the project, but she was too exhausted to concentrate, so I got angry with her. She tried to excuse herself by saying that she had been working the previous night and that she needed the money. I said that was bullshit because she had obviously been partying or having a one-night stand or something. So, she came clean and told me about the auctions.”

“I found Angel’s story exciting, but I didn’t think too much of it for myself,” continued Sapphire. “Then, a couple of weeks later, she rang me up and said she needed my help. She told me that she had lost her designated bidder and needed another one for Friday night.”

“What’s a designated bidder?”

“The way the auctions work is that you pay a fee to enter the auction instead of paying commission on the earnings. Then, instead of setting a reserve price, you nominate a friend who is allowed to bid on you. So, if you don’t think the bids are high enough, or you don’t like the look of the person who is leading the bidding, then you give your designated bidder a secret signal and they place a bid on you. If your designated bidder wins the auction, then obviously you don’t make any money and you lose your entry fee, but you don’t have to go with anyone you don’t like if the money isn’t worthwhile.”

“But I thought you were all raising money for your ski trips.” I said.

Sapphire looked guilty. “Ok, I’m going to let you in on a secret. I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell Mike, but if you do, please ask him not to tell anyone he works with. The truth is that the ski club story was invented by Hamish Macleod as a kind of marketing plan for the auctions and the parties. He said that people would be more willing to use us if they thought we were raising money for some luxury thing rather than just paying for tuition fees and rent. The truth is that we’re all just keeping the money for ourselves.”

“But I feel guilty now knowing that you need the money to get by,” I said.

“Please don’t feel guilty,” said Sapphire. “I don’t need the money. I can afford everything I need through my student loan. I just like being able to borrow less and spend more.”

“So, was everything Heather told us about the club a lie?” I asked.

Sapphire got me to tell her the story that Heather told Mike and me. She then told me that the very first (supposedly innocent) auction was a genuine fundraiser, although it was for some class field trip rather than a ski trip. All the other auctions after that were for people earning money for themselves.

I asked Sapphire to continue her story about Angel. “I went to a couple of auctions as Angel’s designated bidder before I decided I wanted to auction myself. I think that lots of the girls in the auctions get involved through being someone’s bidder. Angel and I took turns being each other’s bidder for the next few auctions before we made the effort to recruit another bidder each. By that time my flatmate Mary knew what I was doing, so I did a deal with her to be my designated bidder.”

Sapphire lapsed into silence, and I sensed an increasing reluctance to talk with me. “Are you ok, Sapphire?” I asked. “Are my questions making you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that, or at least it shouldn’t matter if they did. No, it’s…”

“What? I want you to be honest with me.”

“My problem is that I’m worried we’re bonding too much. It’s not that I don’t want to be friendly. I think you would make an awesome friend. But I’m worried that you will lose interest in being my mistress. You keep calling me by my name and asking my opinion instead of telling me what to do.”

“I hear what you’re saying, but you have to understand that it’s not easy to know how to do this out in public. It doesn’t seem right to call you Slave in front of anyone else. This city is too small to not bump into someone you know. And I must admit that I was anxious about both our shopping trips. I’d never been fitted for a bra by a professional before, let alone go into a sex shop. But I’m still going to try my best once we get home.”

Sapphire looked uncertain. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” she asked.

“You have my permission,” I replied.

She smiled briefly before becoming serious again. “Do you think that Mike is interested in the idea of anal sex, or anything else that’s kind of kinky that you haven’t been willing to try?”

“I don’t know. He’s never asked for anal sex, but he does joke about the idea quite a bit, so that probably means he is interested, doesn’t it?”

“A lot of guys have it on their bucket list. They want to try it at least once in their life, but they don’t want to endanger good relationships. They just sow the seeds and hope.”

“That makes sense,” I said.

“So, if you think he wants to do it, are you going to get me to do anal with him?”

“I don’t think that you should worry too much about that. I’m not planning on making that happen.”

“You see, that’s my problem right there,” said Sapphire. “It shouldn’t matter whether or not I might be worried about the idea. Unless you really want to be the first one he does it with, why wouldn’t you order me to do it?”

I paused to consider this. “Ok, I get your point, but there’s another reason too. Don’t forget that we’re married, and I still have to consider where to draw the line in terms of not cheating on each other.”

This time it was Sapphire’s turn to stop and think. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I did forget that committed relationships like yours have all these boundaries to consider. I wasn’t being fair.”

I smiled. “I’ll tell you what,” I said. “I think Mike would be very lucky to get a piece of ass like you, but I’ll think about it seriously if it will make you happy. But even if I decided I don’t want him to do that, I do have a few ideas to help us to pass the time. Trust me. We’ll start again once lunch is over, but for now let’s just enjoy a quick time out from our roles.”

“Yes Mistre…I mean Jess.”

We passed the rest of our lunch talking about university courses. I hadn’t realised that Sapphire didn’t even go to the University of Auckland. Her fashion design course was at the Auckland University of Technology. As we talked, I was mulling some ideas over in my mind.

As soon as we left the restaurant, I had a clear plan in mind for the next part of the day. We got in my car, and I drove us to a second-hand clothing shop in the suburbs run by a charity. I took Sapphire inside and led her straight to one of the changing booths in the back. There were plenty free as the shop was practically empty, which made us more conspicuous to the man behind the counter. I stood outside the booth and ordered Sapphire to take off her dress and pass it over the door. The man watched me curiously. He wouldn’t have known she was now completely naked, but he would have known she was close enough.

I slung Sapphire’s dress over my shoulder and I started to walk around the racks of clothing. I didn’t need to be fussy to put my plan into action. The clothes just needed to be approximately the right size. I picked a pair of red track pants and a lime green t-shirt. Then I noticed some bins of underwear. I hadn’t been thinking of getting underwear, but the idea only made my plan better. I found an old white bra in Sapphire’s size that was now grey with age, and I grabbed a lurid pink G-string. I took these clothes back to where Sapphire was waiting and told her to put them on. I know I would have hated putting on second-hand underwear from a shop — there was no way of knowing if they had even been washed — but Sapphire didn’t voice any complaint.

Once I had made Sapphire model the clothes for me, I gave her some cash and told her to go up to the counter to pay for them. I hovered just within earshot while Sapphire told the man at the counter that she wanted to buy the clothes she was wearing.

“You’re not meant to wear them out of the shop,” he grumbled. “How am I meant to know what the prices are without checking the tags?”

“I’m sure I can help you look at the tags,” said Sapphire.

The price tags on all the clothing were stapled to the manufacturer’s tags. Sapphire grabbed at the neck of her t-shirt and the man got the idea. He walked around behind her and read the price off the tag. Next, she folded down the waist band at the back of her track pants so he could read the tag there. This had the effect of showing the back T of the G-string. “I’m buying the underwear as well,” she said, and I could see she was blushing as the man tugged at the waistband of the G-string as he located the price tag. He was blushing too, and he kept looking nervously at me as if worried he was being set up. He was too much of a gentleman to ask about her bra, so he waited until she said “And the bra too.” She only just managed to pull up the back of her t-shirt far enough to expose the strap without exposing the front too, although she was showing a lot of her stomach.

I felt pleased with myself when I saw the look of relief on Sapphire’s face as we left the shop. I tried to tease her about the horrid old clothes she was dressed in and threatened to take her to see her classmates at the fashion school, but the threat was empty since it was the weekend.

When we arrived home, I went to the bedroom Sapphire was using and I demanded that she show me the contents of her bag. I was delighted to find that the sex toys she had mentioned in her stories were all there. She was particularly proud to show me her vibrator which was one of the best you could buy. I also made her show me all the anal sex stuff that Checklist Guy had bought her, increasing the tension nicely.

When there was about twenty minutes before Mike was due home, I grabbed the restraint stuff and ordered Sapphire to lie down. She actually had to give me advice about the best way to organise the ties to get her tied spread-eagled on the bed. I finished by putting a blindfold on her, then I went out to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine before Mike arrived home.

My heart was pounding with excitement as I gave Mike a glass of wine and asked about his day, as I knew Sapphire had no choice but to lie there and wait. It was also fun watching Mike trying to act normal. When he had left this morning, Sapphire was sitting on the kitchen stool with her ass hanging out of her thong, whereas now he was sitting on the same stool having an everyday conversation with me while Sapphire was nowhere to be seen.

He stuck at our conversation for ten minutes before he cracked. “So, what happened with Sapphire? Has she gone out somewhere?”

“Sapphire?” I exclaimed as though I’d only just remembered her existence. “She is waiting for you down in her bedroom. Maybe you should go and say hello.”

Mike tried to move as casually as possible, but there was no disguising his eagerness. I grabbed my best scissors from my sewing kit and I followed him down the hallway. I found him standing just inside the doorway looking at her with a nervous smile on his face. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“I figured you shouldn’t have to sneak a peek at her. She’s seen you naked. Here!” I passed him the scissors. He hadn’t yet grasped what I was saying, so he gave me a strange look. “The clothes,” I said. “They’re ours, not hers. I bought them at a second-hand shop today, but they aren’t worth keeping. Maybe you would like to unwrap her.”

“Really?”

It’s funny how a blindfold can play psychological tricks on you. Because Sapphire was blindfolded, Mike seemed to act like she was wearing earplugs and a gag as well. He didn’t address her in any way, and for her part Sapphire didn’t say anything either. She simply lay there and submitted to having the clothes cut from her body.

Mike started by cutting off her pants, revealing the bright pink G-string. I wondered if he would cut them off immediately to expose the only part of Sapphire’s body that he hadn’t seen yet, but he chose to cut off the t-shirt and bra first. I hadn’t really appreciated before how little the G-string concealed. The fabric was thin and practically sheer with moisture. There was nowhere any pubic hair could be hiding. I understood his reluctance to use the scissors on it when he said “You know, I think you’d look great in those.” He wasn’t to know that I was already wearing a new G-string at that moment, and I had bought another six of them as well.

I decided to keep my new underwear as I surprise for later, so I said “There’s no way that I would wear second-hand underwear. Cut them off.” He paused just a moment, obviously still feeling like it was sacrilege to destroy them, before he made two snips with the scissors and revealed Sapphire’s pussy.

Mike stood and admired her, emboldened by her blindfold. “Wow, it looks so smooth. Do you think she waxes or shaves?”

“I don’t know,” I said. Acting on a cheeky impulse I reached out and ran a finger along the skin right beside her vulva. There was no hint of any stubble. “I’d say that’s been waxed during the last few days. Have a feel.” Mike did this readily enough, although I noticed he only touched her as much as I had. “Go on,” I said, “have a good feel. Touch her anywhere you like.” Mike looked at me like he couldn’t quite trust that I was being honest with him. Instead of trying to persuade him verbally, I acted instead. I sat down on the side of the bed and started caressing Sapphire’s nearest breast with my hand. Mike grinned when he saw this, and his hand returned to stroking the skin near her pussy, revelling in the smooth texture of her skin.

Sapphire continued to say nothing, and with my obvious approval Mike became bolder with his touching. Soon his fingers were inside her, although more exploring her than trying to arouse her. Even then, I could feel that her nipples were hard like concrete, and she was beginning to pant. “Hey Mike,” I said. “I’m curious to know if she tastes any different to me.” I had no idea if Mike would even like the idea of using his mouth on another woman. In the early days, it had taken me a while to trust that he actually liked using his mouth on me. However, my doubts were unfounded as he immediately lowered his face to Sapphire’s vagina and spent about fifteen seconds lapping at her.

“She tastes every bit as lovely as you,” claimed Mike. “Maybe you should give it a try.” The cheeky bastard! He was grinning at me, probably feeling confident that I wouldn’t pick up the gauntlet he had just thrown down. However, he had underestimated the extent to which I was prepared to put my normal boundaries to one side during this extraordinary weekend. I gently pushed him aside and bent down to have my first taste of another woman. The taste was bitter and tangy, but I’d have to admit the taste wasn’t as bad as swallowing Mike’s semen on the rare occasions I had obliged him in that way. I spent maybe thirty seconds giving Sapphire cunnilingus, trying to replicate the various moves that I know work for me, and I sensed that Sapphire was building towards an orgasm. However, I had another thing I wanted to try before I allowed that to happen.

I stood up and crossed the room to Sapphire’s bag, and I emptied it out on the dresser. The vibrator was easy to find, and it didn’t take long to locate some lube. I knew that Sapphire was on a sexual edge, and she squirmed when she heard me turn on her vibrator and play with the various settings. It took me a while before I felt I had mastered the various buttons. Then I got Mike to hold it while I covered it with a layer of lube. He knew what to do next. He carefully worked it inside her.

Mike allowed me to get in beside him to push the buttons on the vibrator until I had it on the setting which I predicted I would most enjoy myself. He didn’t take his hand off the vibrator though — he was staking his claim to it. I stepped back and allowed him free rein to gently pump the toy in and out of her pussy, allowing the clitoral vibrator to massage her most sensitive spot.

The sight before me was highly erotic, and I was very tempted to pull up my skirt and slide my hand inside my panties. I was pleased with myself for orchestrating such a sexy scene, and I figured Sapphire would be delighted. However, as I thought some more about the things she had raised with me over lunch, I realised I had got things wrong. I had started focusing on giving Sapphire the sexual pleasure I would want if I was in her position instead of focusing on what Mike and I wanted ourselves. My memory of that lunchtime conversation also gave me a clue about the best way forward.

“Stop!” I ordered. Sapphire moaned with frustration as Mike pulled the vibrator away and turned it off.

After examining how Sapphire was tied up, I worked out that we could unclip her ankle cuffs from the straps that secured them to the bottom of the bed. Then, with Mike’s help, I basically folded her in half and secured her ankle cuffs from short straps attached to her wrist cuffs. This left her more exposed than ever.

I went over to the dresser again, and this time I grabbed the small bag that contained the anal stuff that had been given to her by Checklist Guy. I tipped it all out on the bed near Sapphire’s ass; the anal numbing lube, some disposable gloves, various cleaning products, and the three plugs. Working quickly as I didn’t want Sapphire to come down too far from her near-orgasmic state, I selected the smallest of the plugs and slathered it with the lube. Mike, who hadn’t been part of my earlier conversations with Sapphire or my inspection of her sex toy collection, was looking at me like he didn’t know who I was.

Because Sapphire was still blindfolded, she had no idea of what I was doing until I squirted some lube on her anus and used a gloved finger to spread it around. Then, a few seconds later, I started to push the plug inside her. She naturally clenched when I first touched her but after that she seemed to be trying to relax as much as possible. Once the widest part of the plug was past her sphincter, her ass just pulled it the rest of the way in.

“Jess, how do you even know about all this stuff?” Mike asked in bewilderment. “What’s going on?”

“Sapphire and I had some good conversations earlier, didn’t we Sapphire?”

“Yes Mistress,” she replied. Mike was momentarily startled when she spoke, as if he had forgotten that she could hear our conversation and talk to us.

“Slave, why don’t you explain to Mike what is going on?”

Sapphire hesitated. “Yes Mistress. Mike, the toys and other stuff in that bag were given to me as a gift by a person who also works at Macleod Realty. The purpose of the three different plugs is to gradually stretch me. There is more than one reason why she might choose to do this, such as to increase my submission or to punish me. There was, though, one particular reason that was discussed as a possibility. Mistress, can I ask you to clarify?”

While Sapphire had been talking, I had turned on the vibrator and was gently working it back inside her pussy. I continued this as I answered her. “Of course. Yes Slave, I am going to allow what we discussed to happen. You may give Mike the good news.”

“Yes Mistress. Mike, my Mistress is going to allow you to fuck me in the ass.”

Mike looked stunned. I felt the need to say “Later, after we’ve worked our way up to the largest one. And only if you want to.” I reached out a hand and pushed it against the front of his trousers. He was rock solid. “Oh, I think someone likes the idea,” I said. Leaving the vibrator buried to the hilt inside Sapphire I used both hands to undo Mike’s trousers and pull them down. Then I had the impulse to squirt some of the anal gel on his hand and place it on his erection. He started stroking it on autopilot.

“God, that stuff feels weird,” he said. I giggled.

I started providing commentary for the blindfolded Sapphire as I started moving the vibrator in and out of her again. “He’s standing here jerking off at the thought of getting inside you later. It’s looking bigger than I’ve ever seen it before. I really don’t know if you will be able to take him. All these plugs look tiny in comparison. I think he’s going to spray any second now. He’s so looking forward to taking your dirty slutty body.”

Mike immediately started to shoot his load over Sapphire’s stomach and breasts. There was so much it seemed to go everywhere, and Sapphire would have been left in no doubt about the splashes she felt. Her orgasm hit and it hit hard. I eased off with the vibrator once she finally started to come down from it. It took ages for her to get her breathing under control, and when she did, she simply said “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mike.”

As Mike started stuffing himself back into his trousers I reached for Sapphire’s ankle cuffs. “Not yet please Mistress,” said Sapphire with a surprising urgency.

“What’s up?” I asked.

Sapphire looked embarrassed. “Could you please do me a favour Mistress? My phone is in the side pocket of my bag. Could you, um, please take some photos of me?” I found the phone and turned it on. Sapphire told me how to access the camera without having to go through the lock screen. I asked if she wanted me to avoid photographing her face, but she told me that wasn’t necessary.

It’s hard to describe how erotic I found it to photograph Sapphire as she was, particularly since I hadn’t climaxed myself. While everything had been happening, I had distracted myself from my own needs, but as I focused on her through the lens of her phone, I couldn’t ignore how horny I was. I took what I think was a great series of photographs. I took some wider shots followed by some close ups, particularly of her pussy and plugged anus and her upper body. I made sure to take photos from angles which allowed the light to glisten off the splashes of Mike’s semen. There was a small puddle in her belly button and another puddle in the hollow at the base of her neck. Once I had finished, Sapphire asked me to put the vibrator back in and take a few more, and then she asked for a final wide shot with her blindfold removed and her looking straight into the camera. It was so sexy I groaned.

“Is there something I can do to please you?” Sapphire asked.

A few ideas for immediate relief crossed my mind as Mike and I released Sapphire from her bonds, but I resolved to be patient. “I want you to come shopping with me again,” I said. “I’ve decided that Mike can have your ass tonight, but I don’t want him in your pussy. Your pussy belongs to me.”