Linda felt glorious, she had come herself, been comed on and she was also pretty sure Nicola had come as well. Linda sat there in a glow, the sticky fluid cooling on her face she licked her fingers making sure she got every last drop of it.
“She’s quite the little cocksucker Miss Nicola, do you want a lift back to the office later as well, I’d be more than happy to oblige”
“Sorry hun, I haven’t decided what I’m doing with her yet, but I’ll bear you in mind”
As they exited the cab Linda wondered what else was in store for her later on that day.
“You’ve been a good girl so far, mummy’s very pleased. As a reward were going to buy you some nice clothes. Would you like that?”
“Yes please miss”
They had parked up outside an imposing Victorian town house in Saville Row, a sign read “Burketts exclusive tailors to the gentry Est 1856” very impressive thought Linda as Nicola ushered her inside. Linda was acutely aware that she had come on her face but didn’t have a chance to wipe it off.
“Miss Nicola what a pleasant suprise, its been weeks”
“Mr Burkett, always a pleasure” he took her hand and kissed it, what a gentleman thought Linda who felt she had stepped back in time.
“And what’s you’re name” he turned his attention to Linda his smile disappearing. Linda wasn’t going to be caught out twice in one day, she hung her head as she replied.
“Office Slut, Sir”
“Hmm, I suppose you require the usual service Miss Nicola, and the usual method of payment”
“You read my mind, we need a collar and leash together with a name tag, French maid uniform and a schoolgirl uniform for good measure and I need all the items today if possible”
“Master Graham has already sent her measurements so that will save time however the boys in the cutting room will have to be consulted, they will require extra payment”
“No problem, she’s a dirty slut shell do anything I tell her”
“Won’t you baby”
“Yes Miss” Linda mumbled, she had a feeling the method of payment was not going to be by VISA, she had only just started to get her heart rate down after the last episode and didn’t think she could handle anymore. She knew that she was under Nicola’s control and had no choice in the matter.
Linda was also acutely aware of the time, it was 5 o’clock now and she hadn’t even been given her clothes, which from the sound of it were being hand made. Her husband would be worrying, she desperately needed a wash as she stank of sex. Nicola snapped her out of her reverie.
“Come on slut Mummy’s got a suprise for you, but first get out of those clothes”
Linda started undoing her blouse, aware of the fact that she was in a shop reception and covered in come, a fact that didn’t appear to bother the staff who were wondering around oblivious to this women who appeared to be nothing more than a cheep slut.
She was left in her stockings, her clothes in a puddle on the floor. She was blushing to her roots at her exposure, Nicola looked her up and down.
“Not bad for an old tramp, follow me”
They entered a side room that was decorated with lots of wooden panelling and dark red velvet curtains, Linda felt as though they had stepped into a gentleman’s club. Nicola sat in one of the deep leather sofas, she indicated for Linda to get on her hands and knees at her feet.
On the coffee table was an expensive looking exquisitely made walnut box, it had a brass plate on it with the letters “O . S” emblazoned on it. Linda’s eyes were drawn towards the box she looked at Nicola imploringly.
“There’s your present Baby, you may crawl over and get it”
Linda crawled over the richly carpeted floor, she picked the box up and turned it over, it was gorgeously made and gleamed in the light. She opened it reverently, inside lying on a velvet cushion was a collar and leash. Linda picked up the collar first, it was understated and had no decoration except for a circular silver tag with the words “Office Slut” engraved on it.
Linda looked at her mistress, “Put it on baby, there’s a good slut,” Linda looped it round her neck and clicked the catch shut. The tag felt cold against her throat, she felt whole, she had accepted her role completely and knew she had submitted totally to her master and mistress.
“Brink the leash to mummy”
Linda crawled obediently over to Nicola with the leash and waited obediently at her feet. Nicola took the leash, again made of supple leather, which ended in a loop made of calf skin and attached it to the collar.
“Turn around baby” Linda obeyed, aware that her pussy was on full view, Nicola draped the leash over Linda’s back allowing the handle to fall between her legs where it rubbed her pussy exquisitely.
“There’s a good doggy” Nicola was moving the leash’s handle so it rubbed Linda’s cunt. Linda whimpered and looked imploringly at her mistress, she was on fire and could feel her juices running down her legs.
“Oh does baby want to come”
Linda moaned in reply.
“Ask mummy nicely baby”
“Please let me come mistress, I need it desperately.”
“Poor baby will just have to wait, you’ve got to pay for your new clothes yet. I don’t want you all tired out now do I. Besides I may want you for the weekend so you’ll need your energy”
Linda’s mind raced what would she tell her husband, he would be furious. She couldn’t possibly be away all weekend, her sanity depended on a partial return to normality, a chance to do the washing and the shopping to recharge her batteries for the week ahead.
The door opened, snapping Linda from her reverie.
“Your order Miss Nicola”
Mr Burkett handed two beautifully packaged boxes over to Nicola they were wrapped in black paper and tied with red ribbons.
“And now the small matter of payment”
“The sluts wet and ready, how many cutters were involved in the preparation”
“Three, Miss Nicola” Linda’s ears pricked up, her throat was dry despite her obvious arousal. Three men, three cocks and that meant three loads of come. She moaned in anticipation.
Mr Burkett picked up the leash dragging it across Linda’s lips causing her to shudder.
“Follow me doggy”
Linda was led down a corridor, she looked round seeking the assurance of her mistress’s presence but she was not there. Her heart was pounding as she was led into a darkened workroom. Gone was the opulence of the shop to be replaced with a smell of sweat and grease.