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Ruth and Annabel
By
Susan Day
This is a story of a fireside chat between Penelope Primrose,
usually known as 'Auntie', and her old schoolfriend, Ruth.
A husband and wife have had a lesbian affair for quite a while with
him dressing as her lesbian lover. Then they agree to let her have a
real lesbian affair with her husband watching lesbian sex from the
wardrobe. But it turns there is more to her lover than she expected.
(number seven in a series of chats)
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I had lost touch with Ruth and we hadn't seen each other since the
girls and I all went on a cycling holiday the summer after we left
school. She phoned me out of the blue one day and came round to see
me.
After the obvious comments about how we, especially I, had changed,
we sat and nattered all afternoon. It reminded me of just how much I
really had changed. She commented on how quiet the house was and I
said that's because my two current maids we in severe restraint after
I had caught them in the scullery with their hands up each other's
skirts.
Ruth had asked to see them. I remember how keen she was on physical
restraint as a young girl, so I thought I should take her down to the
basement. At the top of the basement stairs, I took the hooded
lantern and lit it from the single candle burning on the table in the
hall. I explained that it was important to keep the basement dark
when girls were being deprived of any sense of time. This quiet but
effective punishment usually left them pliable and impressionable. I
knew that after one or two forays into this world in school, Ruth
would not be too surprised.
Using the lantern to show our way, I gave her a quick look into the
hospital ward at the bottom of the stairs. Then we turned towards the
door at the end of to corridor which I explained leads to the wet
room. Sneaking quietly round another corner, I slid back the large
door, as quietly as I could, revealing the bars of the dungeon. I
held the lantern up to show her how tightly the girls were held in
their restraints.
Their tight full corsets, in white leather with primrose designs,
laced from the neck to the knee, left very little room for movement.
Their legs, encased in white ankle length ballet heels, leaving room
to see their white primrose-patterned stockings encasing their pretty
legs. Of course their legs were strapped tightly together and of
course their arms were strapped behind them in a single white leather
glove, strapped tightly to their bodies. I suppose Ruth had expected
to see them like that, strapped down to the large oak table in the
middle of the room.
I supposed she had even expected to see their heads fully enclosed
in latex hoods with padded earpieces to ensure they could hear
nothing. Of course they were blindfolded so they could see nothing;
and ? of course ? through the back seam in their corsets, the
protruding end of the anal dildo, gently buzzing away, would have
been no major surprise.
So I supposed what made her exclaim, "Gosh!" was the fact that they
were strapped to the table top to tail. Each maid's head was strapped
very tightly facing the other maid's hard cock. There was no room to
move, they had each other's hard cocks in their mouths and were
sucking away for all they were worth.
Ruth insisted on being allowed in to examine them thoroughly. I in
turn insisted that she didn't touch them or give them any clues she
was in the room.
She saw how occasional dribbles of their sissy juices were dribbling
from their mouths onto the table, leaving puddles they would have to
clean up later. She saw my own little device whereby each girl had
her nipples clamped to a light chain which looped around the back of
the other girl and back to the other nipple. They were so tight that
any movement from either girl was extremely painful. Ruth thought
that was sweet and a very good way of keeping the sissies in their
loving embrace. She also liked the mask over their little noses with
the breathing tubes leading down through their partner's arm glove to
their little bound hands. Each of them had just enough movement to
squeeze the tube if the other girl wasn't sucking hard enough.
"What if they need to use the toilet?" she asked.
"They have each other," I smiled. "They take care of that."
We watched them sucking and breathing for a little while, one of
them began to breathe heavily and more erratically. I could not tell
which one it was, but she came very quickly, arching her tightly-
bound back ever so slightly and causing the other girl to squeak a
little as her nipples were pulled tightly. She then arched her back a
little causing the other girl to squeal and gripped her pulsating
member tightly causing more wriggling, more squealing, more heavy
breathing, more squeals and so on.
This went on for a few minutes until they settled down again to
their breathing and sucking. Ruth seemed mesmerised so I took her
hand and led her back out of the cell. We crept quietly out, locking
it behind us, and slipped upstairs.
As I blew out the lantern, she told me she was impressed with my
method of punishing the girls for their indiscretion. All at once, I
agreed to allow her to come and help me with my discipline sessions
one afternoon. She hadn't changed that much after all!
We made some tea and sat in the scullery on the benches by the fire.
Ruth said she had so much to tell me so I told her how much I loved a
good tale. So that was it ? she sat there, after so many years,
telling a tale the way she always used to as a girl. She was the
world's best storyteller and always made you feel like she was
telling the world's best story. As stories go, it was a corker.
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As I released my lover's head from the vice-like grip between my
thighs, where she had been thrusting and darting her tongue inside
me, she groaned in pleasure and came in her knickers.
"Kiss me," I whispered. "I need to feel those lips."
She slipped her body up towards me. I felt her kissing my stomach,
licking my breasts, sucking my nipples and, as she nuzzled into my
neck, I felt the wet stickiness of her knickers against my leg.
She kissed me and I tasted my own juices and her lipstick. I felt a
throbbing between her legs and realised she was getting another
erection. I felt her stocking tops rub against mine.
"You've got me all sticky," I said, between our tongues fighting and
licking each other's lipstick.
"Sorry, darling," she said. "I got a little carried away." Then she
added timidly, "You'll still be giving me my ..."
"... good seeing to?" I laughed. "Yes, of course. Get it from the
drawer will you?"
She went over to the dressing table and took out a small package
wrapped in tissue paper. I knelt up on the bed and she unwrapped the
package. She strapped the harness around me and started to stroke my
'erection'.
"Give me head, you little slut!" I ordered.
She climbed onto the bed and slipped the end of my rubber member
into her pretty lipsticked mouth. She sucked and stroked it,
worshipping all eight inches of it until it was slippery and greasy
with her saliva. Then I laid her down on her stomach and started to
rub it up and down between her legs.
"Give it to me," she groaned.
I gently slid the slippery member into her, then started thrusting
it in her. She moaned and groaned with each thrust. The bed creaked
as I rammed harder and harder. Her groans became more frantic.
"Love me!," she screamed. She jerked as she came again, this time
all over the bed.
Then my husband and I lay next to each other in the stickiness of
his orgasm. We held each other in our lesbian love.
After that we picked up our clothes which we had strewn all over the
bedroom in our haste and passion. We stripped off our stockings and
suspenders and I took them all to the kitchen and started washing
them. My husband cleaned up the bedroom and stripped the bed,
removing the rubber sheet. While I washed, he polished and cleaned.
Then we ran a bath and both slipped into the bubbles together. I
removed his makeup and he became my husband again.
We had been lesbian lovers ever since I had told him I had had a
lesbian affair before I met him. I still had desires and wanted a
lesbian lover. He had told me he was a transvestite and wanted to be
my lesbian lover. It worked for a long time, but that night I decided
to tell him I wanted more.
I said I wanted a real woman, only once in a while. My sex life with
him was great, but I just needed that little extra. So that's when we
decided to invite another into our sex games.
It didn't take much planning. We chose a day then set things in
motion. We cleared out the large wardrobe and put the clothes in the
spare room. Then we screwed hooks into the sides so I could tie him
securely. Then we dressed him in a red leather dress with stockings
and red high-heeled boots. I made him up as a tart with a blonde
bubbly wig. Then gagged him with a leather gag, strapped him by the
wrists and ankles with leather straps and locked him in. I put the
key in my dressing table drawer next to my favourite dildo.
That night, I wore my tartiest gear, tight black dress as loads of
beads and bangles and went out on the pull to a gay club. I had a
great night and, sure enough, pulled a cracker. Her name was Annabel
and she was just the kind of woman I love, slightly plump and very
buxom. I imagined getting my lips around those nipples and losing
myself in her huge breasts. When she agreed to come back to my place
for a nightcap, I was so excited I practically dragged her from the
club. I could hardly keep my hands off her in the taxi and we all but
ran to the door.
Once inside, things changed a little. She picked me up and took me
upstairs. She found the bedroom, threw me down on the bed and
stripped me off. I squealed and struggled but not enough to stop her.
She slapped my legs a bit and told me to be still. Then she stood up
and stripped off her dress. She wore nothing underneath. Her breasts
bounded free and I licked my lips, looking at her clean-shaven pussy.
Then she sat on the bed and dragged me over her knee. I started to
wriggle as I realised what she was about to do but she held me firm
and smacked me hard time and time again.
"I want your cheeks nice and rosy!" she laughed.
Then she rolled me into bed and slipped in beside me. She explored
every inch of my body with her fingers, tongue and lips. It was sheer
heaven. She dominated me and smothered me with her body. She
straddled me and lowered her shaven pussy onto my face and I
responded with my tongue. She wriggled on my face and I explored her
moist darkness until my lips were nearly numb.
When she came, she screamed so loudly I thought she was going to
bring the ceiling down. Then she sighed and slipped into bed beside
me. She pulled the covers over and snuggled in with me.
But then we heard a muffled groan from the wardrobe. I tried to
cover it up, but Annabel got up and tried to open the wardrobe. She
asked me for the key. I took it from the drawer next to my dildo. She
saw the dildo and I was a little embarrassed. But she took the key
and opened the wardrobe to find my husband, dressed as a leather tart
and strapped up inside. He had come in his excitement and it was
dribbling down his leg under his skirt.
I explained that he was transvestite who wanted to see me satisfy my
lesbian desires, but she just laughed. I didn't know what was going
to happen, but I asked her to try to understand.
"Understand?" she said. "Oh yes, I understand."
She came over to the dressing table and took the dildo from the
drawer. She told me to strap it on her and I did. Then she told me to
lie on the bed and spread. She climbed onto me and in full view of my
bound and gagged husband, gave me the hardest and longest rogering I
had ever had. I couldn't hear any moaning and groaning from the
wardrobe if there was any. I was too busy moaning and groaning
myself. I wanted it to go on for ever but she eventually stopped,
tired and panting.
I put my arms around her shoulders and held her. I saw my husband
writing in ecstasy.
"I bet he enjoyed that, Ruth," said Annabel, nibbling my ear.
"He seemed to," I panted. "It was fantastic for me. You didn't seem
too surprised when you saw him," I added.
"Of course not," she said, kissing by neck. "My husband's a
transvestite too. Mine calls herself 'Jenny', what is yours called?"
"Linda," I said.
"Perhaps we should all meet," I added after a while.
"Right," she said. "Tomorrow night. You and your husband come to my
place. Make sure you are wearing something very tarty and make sure
he has something rather wholesome and conservative. You'll see why."
Then she got up, reached into the wardrobe, put her hand under my
husband's skirt and dug her long nails into his manhood. His muffled
squeals made me wince. He started to cry.
Annabel just dressed, kissed me and left, leaving her address on a
note on the dressing table.
I untied my husband from the wardrobe and he flopped in a tearful
sticky mess onto the bed.
"Are you alright," I said, trying to rub some life into his wrists
and ankles.
"I feel fantastic," he said, still crying, "That was great. Can we
go tomorrow?"
"Of course," I said. "I think we had better sort out what we are
going to wear."
Remembering that Annabel had demanded a tarty look for me and a
wholesome look for my husband, we searched our wardrobes, swapping
and trying each other's things on until we were each satisfied with a
look. I chose a black leather corset, red and black lace-up thigh
boots, black gloves and leather mini-dress open at the front so my
breasts burst through. This, with a leather studded dog collar and
leash and a leather bullwhip meant she could have me dominant or
submissive.
Linda chose to wear a girdle, a full slip, tan stockings, a beige
pleated full-circle skirt and a brown woollen twinset. Topped off
with cream lace gloves and a string of pearls, she looked just like
my mum used to. In fact, I told her, she looked just like she was on
her way to the Women's Institute.
We carefully hung our things in the wardrobe which was otherwise
empty. We sat in bed looking at the clothes we were going to wear on
our adventure. We couldn't wait.
The next day we prepared and pampered ourselves. Linda shaved and
waxed until she was silky smooth. We bathed and perfumed ourselves,
then made up our faces. Linda very subtle and conservative and me
with about the tartiest look I have ever had. I put my long black
hair into a pony tail and dressed myself in leather apart from a
silky pair of lacy knickers. I wore an ankle-length fur coat and
strutted up and down the room like a tart while my husband finished
his makeup.
He asked me to help him with his pearls, then strolled up and down
the room with me. We could not have been more different. I swaggered
and strutted while he walked like a lady. His smart brown coat and
brown patent handbag completed the look. We drove to Annabel's
address and parked in the drive. As we walked up the path to the
house, I felt uncomfortable with the collar and lead. It hung limply.
I asked Linda to hold it and she led me to the house.
I rang the bell ...
Annabel answered. She looked even more conservatively dressed than
my husband. I felt out of place. She had a plain pencil skirt, flat
heels and a lacy blouse with a bow and a woollen jacket with a gold
brooch on the lapel.
She reached out, took the leash and led me in. Linda followed.
Annabel opened my coat and found my waiting breasts.
"Lovely," she said. "Absolutely perfect. They look just ready for me
and you look good enough to eat."
"But ... I seem to be the only one dressed like this. And where's
Jenny?" I asked.
As Annabel took our coats and hung them up, she told us that Jenny
wanted to be a little girl and liked to call her 'mummy'. So she
dressed like this and cuddled and cosetted her little girl. Of
course, if 'mummy' wanted to spend the evening with a friend, Jenny
would need a babysitter. We both looked at my husband.
"Linda?" I asked.
"Auntie Linda, I think," said Annabel. "now come on through into the
dining room. Tea is ready and I'd like you to meet my lovely little
girl."
We followed her to a very elegant room with lacy curtains,
ornaments, a polished wooden mantelpiece with a clock ticking gently
and a fire burning warmly. In the middle of the room was a polished
wooden table with an old English lace cloth and beautiful chinaware,
glass cake stand and silver teapot. There was also a little girl
looking a little guilty with her hands behind her back and a little
jam on the edge of her mouth.
"Jenny!" said Annabel sternly. "Have you been taking cakes before
our guests are ready for tea?"
Jenny stood there in her pale blue silk drop waist dress over her
small, pert breasts, with a huge pink bow round her waist, white
knee-high socks and t-bar shows and started to blush. Her pretty face
was surrounded by long blonde ringlets and curls. She looked ready to
cry.
Annabel took pity on her and went to her. She cuddled her little
girl and laid her pretty head on her breast.
"There, there," she said. "It was probably too much of a temptation
for you. Now will you be a good girl and show our guests to their
places?"
"Yes mummy," said Jenny.
Annabel introduced us and we sat down to a high tea. I sat opposite
Linda. She looked very happy. Jenny was a very sweet little girl and
I found myself patting her knee several times. I felt very out of
place in my leather with my breasts bursting free of my dress.
Annabel sat there as the dowdy mother, pouring tea and passing cakes.
Little Jenny was very proud of some cakes she had made and saved the
best one for Auntie Linda. Annabel sat next to me and seemed very
clumsy, spilling little things on me. I realised after a while it was
an excuse so she could wipe them off. When she poured cream with some
chocolate gateau, I leaned forward and rested my breasts on the
table. Sure enough, she spilled some cream in them. She gently
stroked the cream into my nipples, then sat me back and gently licked
it off. I didn't feel like the odd one out any more.
At the end of the meal, Annabel asked Linda to help her clear away.
They both put frilly aprons on and did the washing up together,
talking like old maids about the china and the lovely kitchen. Jenny
took me through to the sitting room and showed me her dolls. She
seemed fascinated with my breasts and asked if she could suck them. I
saw no harm in it and sat on the sofa, cradling her head against my
breasts. She sucked eagerly but very gently and I started to become
aroused. My nipples were hard and my breath panting when Annabel came
in with Linda.
"Now, now," Annabel said to Jenny. "Those are for mummy. Auntie
Linda will be looking after you tonight."
Jenny reluctantly let go of my tender and erect nipple. I was a
little sad but very excited at the thought of Annabel getting her
lips around it. Annabel told Linda to take Jenny up to her room, put
her into her nightie and make sure she cleaned her teeth. Then she
was to put Jenny to bed and read her a story. When she was ready for
bed, Annabel said that she would come and kiss her little girl
goodnight.
Linda took Jenny's hand and kissed her on the cheek. I was surprised
and rather curious. Annabel smiled at me, noting my expression.
"They will be fine," she said. "My little girl knows how to behave."
Then she closed the door behind them and came over to me on the
sofa. She undid my collar and took the leash off.
"We won't be needing that," she said.
"I have a bullwhip in the car if you'd prefer," I said.
"No need," she said opening a cupboard. "I have plenty of my own.
I've been waiting for so long for someone to use them."
I saw my cue and stood up and strutted over to the cupboard. I
grabbed her by the arm and threw her onto the sofa. I looked in the
cupboard. It was full of whips, straps, cords, chains, harnesses,
canes, hoods and some rather evil looking dildoes, all polished,
pristine and new. They had never been used. Annabel had been
accumulating all this for a time when someone could use them on her.
"Please be gentle with me, mistress," she said in a quivering,
pathetic voice. I knew this was the moment she had been planning for.
I remembered Jenny and Linda upstairs and said she should say
goodnight to her girl as she would be a little tied up later. We went
upstairs to her room. I could hear Linda reading a bedtime story as
we came to the door. It sounded a little odd. I heard her say '...
and mistress decided punishment was due ...' as we opened the door
and went in.
Linda had put Jenny in a pretty pink nightie and was sitting on the
side of the bed reading a book. Jenny was on her knees with her head
under Linda's skirt. From Linda's heavy breathing, the sucking and
slurping noises and the movement of Jenny's head underneath Linda's
skirt, it was obvious what was going on.
Linda stopped reading and looked up, a little guilty. I told her to
carry on and looked at the title of the book: 'Strict Discipline for
Schoolgirl Husbands'. Other titles on the shelf all seemed to be
about men dressed as schoolgirls.
"She's the perfect little girl," said Linda. "She wanted to do this
for me."
"She will do much more for you too," said Annabel. "Time for bed,
Jenny." Linda looked disappointed but Annabel said it would be ok.
She helped Jenny up from under my husband's skirt. She kissed Jenny
gently and lay her face down on the bed. She pulled down her
knickers. Then she took ribbons attached to the brass bedstead and
tied Jenny's ankles and wrists, stretching her out on the bed. Then
she put some pillows under Jenny's waist, plumping them up so Jenny's
pert bottom was prone. She handed Linda a small jar of cream, kissed
her and said, "Enjoy yourself."
Linda looked at me quizzically. I just added "Enjoy yourself, I
will." Then I took Annabel from the room.
I dragged her downstairs and threw her into the room. Then I ripped
off her blouse and tore her skirt off. I gave her a good spanking
across the back of the sofa before starting with the delights of her
cupboard. I decided to leave the harness until later. Annabel showed
me a large hook in the ceiling and looked at me longingly. I took my
dress off and prepared for action.
Several hours later, Annabel was trussed, hooded, harnessed and
hanging from the ceiling. I had tried every whip and cane on her and
was feeling very tired. Her whimpers were muffled by the gag. Her
tears, however, dripped onto the coffee table. I was just attaching
some nipple clamps. She winced but could not struggle. I attached two
weights by some fine cord and let them go. Her muffled yelp amused
me. I was beginning to enjoy the dominant role but was worried about
my husband.
I needn't have been. I went upstairs to find Jenny asleep in her bed
with a smile on her face. I checked under the covers and found her
hands and legs tied but no Linda. I searched the rooms until I found
her in Annabel's room trying on her clothes.
There were knickers and dresses strewn all over the place. She had
found a rather bubbly pink frock and was admiring herself in the
mirror. She saw me and again looked surprised.
"Will you stop looking so guilty," I scolded. "We're here to enjoy
ourselves and you seem to be doing just that."
"You look very tired," he said and put his arms around me.
"I'm exhausted," I puffed. "I need a rest."
I undressed my husband and led him to the bed where we fell almost
instantly into a contented slumber.
In the morning, Linda found some of Annabel's matronly clothes,
untied Jenny and bathed and dressed her. I slipped into a leotard and
high-heeled shoes. I went downstairs and lowered Annabel from her
harness. I left her bound and gagged on the floor and put some music
on. Then I stepped up and down on my bound slave, using her as a
step. My heels dug into her and she struggled a little.
When I felt exercised enough, I untied her. She crawled around the
floor, too numb to move properly. Her skin was covered in wheals from
the straps and the caning. I made her lick my shoes until enough
feeling returned to her limbs for her to tidy away the harness and
all of the gear. Then she went upstairs, showered, dressed and put an
apron on. She came down and cooked breakfast for us all.
We all agreed it had been an excellent night. We all looked forward
to the next time. It continued from there. Some nights, they would
come to our house and others we would go to theirs. Linda liked Jenny
to come round while Annabel and I went out. Our perfect arrangement
has continued ever since.
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Ruth paused while the coals settled in the fire. It was getting
quite late. I would have to set the maids free soon so they weren't
too late going home.
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"Then I ran into Kathryn in an antiques fair," she continued, "and
we talked about that holiday and our schooldays and she told me about
you and that's why I came to see you."
"Well I am glad you did," I said, stretching and trying to wake up
my tired bottom. I had been sitting there listening for so long and
these benches weren't all that comfortable. I made a mental note to
make sure the maids sat there for long periods to settle them down.
"I would like you to come and meet them sometime soon," Ruth said,
bringing me back to the present. "Annabel and I have been planning
for a very special day and I think you can help."
"As ever," I said, "you have my attention. What is this special day
and how can I help?"
"Well...," she said, drawing it out as much as she could to draw me
in.
"Alright," I said. "I am hooked now just tell me."
"Annabel and I dug out our wedding dresses and decided we should try
them on our husbands sometime. We have decided they should get
'married'. Linda will have a lovely young wife. They will spend their
honeymoon at Annabel's house while Annabel and I are driving to the
south of France for a holiday of our own. I will lead my husband in
to 'marry' Annabel's husband, his new bride."
"All we need," she stopped and looked at me, "is someone to perform
the 'ceremony'. When Kathryn mentioned she was still in touch with
you, I knew we had our man ? or rather, woman."
"Please tell me you will help. I know you will make it a very
special occasion."
"Of course I will, dear. You can hold the ceremony here if you like.
We could make it an extra special occasion."
"Thank you, Auntie," she said. I must have looked surprised.
"Kathryn told me that's what everyone calls you now."
I stood up and took the, now stone cold, bone china mug of tea from
her hand.
"Come on, my new niece," I said. "We have work to do."
"Yes, Auntie," she smiled. "What do you want me to do."
"Well," I said. "To begin with, we have your two bridesmaids to
untie."
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