Saturday Night and Sunday Morning

Lauren broke our kiss, her hands on my upper arms and gently pushed me away. Her eyes wandered over me. ?Perfect. I love the blouse ? just right. Well done.? She pulled me back for a deeper, hungrier kiss and once again her hands roamed over my arse but not once did she seem to want to check the jewel was in place as she had instructed. ?Now you must come to our table. We have two friends joining us. You will recognise them both. I need your absolute promise that you will never reveal any of our members to others.? ?I promise, Lauren.? She looked deep into my eyes as if she were looking to see if I could be trusted, then apparently satisfied, she led me to a table with four chairs, two of which had seats like toilet seats, the others were deep and comfortable. She sat in one of the latter type and indicated the other sort for me. A waitress came to our table and Lauren ordered, predictably, champagne. The waitress was dressed perfectly normally as was the woman behind the bar in ankle length black skirt and white, crisp cotton blouse. ?When our guests arrive you will stand and remain standing until the Mistress sits, do you understand?? ?Yes, Lauren.? I took the opportunity to look around the room and really for the first time noticed the other patrons of Intime. There were three couples and one foursome. The dress code for the dominant women seemed to be uniformly elegant and for the submissives mostly revealing and with a mix of collars and leashes, one blindfold and a couple of latex hoods. From our table we could see the door and I gasped when it opened. The woman who came through first was tall, svelte and dressed in a long, shimmering dark blue gown that had one shoulder strap and the neckline flowed across her breasts. It hugged her figure to the waist and cascaded bahis siteleri from there almost to the floor but slashed up one side to reveal a beautifully shaped leg encased in black silk. Her blonde hair was long and loose. She was the unmistakable broadcaster and newsreader, Emma Gifford. In her hand she held a leash and the woman who followed her was instantly recognisable as one of the senior members of the British Government. I could barely believe my eyes. These two women known to all, and one at least in a position of serious authority in a club like this. No wonder discretion was an absolute rule! The Minister was wearing a short, pale blue nightdress that was transparent to the waist and flounced to her mid thigh. Her black hair was tied severely back and a tail of long black hair hung behind her from under the skirt of her nightdress, almost touching the floor. Lauren stood as, to my amazement, they approached us. I stood too. Lauren and Emily kissed, a real mouth to mouth kiss that spoke of more than friendship. They sat and Lauren indicated I should too. The Minister arranged her tail so that it fell through the seat and sat too, the leash from her collar still held in Emily?s elegant hand. Lauren introduced me to Emma and I welcomed her. She smiled. ?Do you know each other?? Emma was asking Lauren and patting the Minister?s hand. ?Of course.? ?Randy as a goat. Absolute nymphomaniac, quite delicious, aren?t you, Sandra?? The woman smiled. ?We met when I first interviewed her in her private office. She sent her minions away and we fucked on her desk. Quite remarkable. And how did you come to find this little gem, darling?? Lauren explained that she had known Tilly. ?Oh, a hand-me-down?? ?Not at all, Emma. Tilly suggested we?d get along and she has canlı bahis siteleri proved right so far.? The waitress arrived with the champagne and four glasses. Emma said to Sandra, ?Pour the wine, sweetie. Take your little dress off first, let Miss Lauren get a sight of your slutty body.? Dutifully Sandra stood, removed her dress and poured the wine, carefully ensuring none was spilt. She was slender with large breasts, not a young woman but in good shape. I noticed Emma taking a chain from her bag and when Sandra sat, once again carefully ensuring her tail went down through the hole in her seat. Emma reached across to her to roll a nipple between her fingers making it swell and point. She attached a clamp to it which made Sandra groan with pain. The clamp was a brutal sort and looked horrid to my eyes. Emma then sat back, holding the other clip at the end of the chain. ?She loves a little pain and I like to make her wait for the next bit. It concentrates the mind so wonderfully. You going to let me see how Lisa is with her tongue?? ?Not this evening, Emma, I?m afraid. We?re getting to know each other and I don?t think sharing her around is a good idea so early in our relationship, do you?? ?Perhaps not, pity though, she has a pretty little mouth. Oh well, I guess Sandra will just have to do for now.' To my astonishment she lifted the skirt of her dress and pulled Sandra?s clamped breast so that the Minister squealed and dropped to her knees between Emma?s legs and hungrily began to lap at her. Emma smiled at me across the table. ?See? She loves it. It?s all part of public office don?t you think? Just imagine the next time you see her on television.? She yanked the chain again and a muffled cry came from between her thighs. Sandra leant back and watched as canlı bahis Emma took a feeldoe from her bag and slowly worked it into herself, the phallic end pointing directly at Sandra?s face. ?Now, get on it, whore and let me see some movement.? Sandra scrambled to her feet and straddled her Mistress, lowering herself onto the phallus and groaned as the second clamp was fixed to her nipple. Her head was back and she began to rise and fall while Emma looked around her to grin at Lauren. Lauren stood and I followed her. ?Come along, Lisa, we?ll leave our friends to their debauchery and go and have some of our own.? She blew a kiss at Emma and I followed her from the bar and through another heavy oak door into a room equipped with all the stuff one sees in D/s movies: an A frame, an X cross a bench and a low, padded bar, not to mention a huge bed. She closed the door behind us and locked it. ?I don?t want us to be disturbed,? she explained as she turned to face me. I felt a frisson of fear, surrounded as I was by all the paraphernalia associated with pain, the sort of pain that Tilly had loved and inflicted with clinical precision. Lauren came to me and held my arms. ?Don?t be afraid.? She kissed my nose. ?If this is what you want you must tell me.? The trouble was that I did not know what ?it? was to be so I asked. She held me close, her mouth by my ear. ?We both know what we need and desire. I would never, never damage someone I love and I am growing to love you more and more. I will hurt you a little, sometimes more than a little but you will cry with pain and exquisite pleasure for me. If you want that say so. If not, then you are free to go, to leave as soon as you want. I won?t try to stop you. You?re quite safe with me.? She had said ?love.? I had seen that look of love in my own eyes when I had gone to the toilet at the Grant. ?I want it, Lauren.? She kissed my forehead then slowly unbuttoned my blouse. All the while her eyes held mine as she unfastened each button then spread the blouse open.