Message-ID: <12751eli$9807051834@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part thirty Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <359e1bae.4365683@news.telepac.pt> In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. http://www.mschristine.com/books.html Part Thirty Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson. Catrina Strikland pulled up outside Karin's apartment block. She locked the car and opening the boot, she took out her briefcase with her toys. "Follow me," she ordered abruptly as she strode ahead of Brian in her long leather coat, her high heels clicking authoritatively on the pavement. Brian followed as always, ten paces behind, having climbed out of the boot and closed it behind him. When he was dressed as he was, Catrina liked to make him walk alone and exposed. It was just as well that Karin had warned the doorman that she was having a fancy dress party. Brian was wearing the full slave garb; shorts, ankle cuffs, tee shirt, collar, wrist cuffs, and hood. 'D' rings were attached for later bondage treatment, his outfit was black leather. The doorman downstairs politely showed Catrina to the lift, "Good evening Madam." He raised his eyebrows as Brian scuttled in after her, just before the doors closed. In the lift, Catrina took out a rubber plug gag, blindfold and lead, and snapped them all into place on Brian's hood and collar. She led Brian to Karin's door. Catrina was the last to arrive and Karin was pleased that finally the party could get into full swing. She buzzed David to let her in. By now David had become accustomed to his duties, less embarrassed as nobody seemed to notice or acknowledge his presence. As the door closed behind them Catrina took off her coat and dumped it on David's arm. Handcuffed to the door, David had difficulty reaching a peg to hang it on. As he turned back he was caught by Catrina, gawping at her outfit, or rather the barely covered body enclosed within it. Catrina was wearing black shiny patent boots, with heels that must have been over four inches long. They strapped tightly at the top of her legs, around her thighs, barely three inches from her mound. The black shiny material over her vulva was so soft and supple that her features were visible through the glossy covering. Her outfit was a gleaming black that formed like a second skin over those parts of her body that it covered. It would Resemble a one piece swimsuit, except for what it left uncovered. It plunged from a high collar style neckline, down between her totally exposed breasts, covering the rest of her shapely torso as though it had been painted upon her. It passed over her mound of venus and reappeared as a thin strap of material between her cheeks, separating the buttocks into two shapely orbs. Her shoulder length gloves were of the same material and with straps to hold them in place they completed the outfit. Catrina slapped his face twice, "Lust is a punishable offence, I will ask Karin for the pleasure!" She turned on her heel, to make her entrance. David was left with both cheeks glowing and hoping that Karin would deny her 'the pleasure'. Although he was by now realising the chances were slim indeed. _____________________________________ Christine & David Stevenson Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program..... Runs on all computers......... Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com http://www.mschristine.com/program.html ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The free DOMestic mailing list. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----