werewolves-do-wander: eenslaved:They were at dinner when one of his acquaintances stopped by their
werewolves-do-wander: eenslaved: They were at dinner when one of his acquaintances stopped by their table. He introduced the woman to her as Karen, and she smiled politely back at the woman. He graciously invited the woman to join the two of them. “Is she shy? She’s so quiet,” Karen asked him, after they had all been sitting together for some time, and the two of them had finished catching up. He smiled and said, “Tonight Elisa has instructions not to speak unless first spoken to by myself. Isn’t that right, love?” She smiled back at him and looked shyly back at him and Karen. “Yes, sir.” They paused a moment here because the waiter had arrived. When the waiter asked her if she wanted more wine, she flicked her eyes to him and he directed the waiter to only fill her glass halfway. “How very obedient of her,” Karen said to him, though she was watching her. The two of them proceeded to carry on a discussion about her as if she wasn’t sitting right there. They never addressed her or asked her a question, so she had to remain silent and listen only. For that night, he had dressed her in a set of undergarments made entirely from lace. They were flimsy and offered little support, when she walked, it was obvious to all that her breasts swayed beneath her blouse. He was looking forward to taking her to a club for dancing later. Though he and his friend didn’t talk to her or touch her, they both indulged themselves by looking, their gazes as heavy as a physical touch. Then the woman declared, “I have to go to the restroom. I hate going alone. Do let her come with me, won’t you?” “Certainly,” he said, as graciously as when he had invited her to dine with them. “Consider her at your disposal.” The woman laughed. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She stood up from the table when Karen did and followed two steps behind her as they went to the bathroom. Instead of stalls, it was a single room. As soon as the door closed, the woman locked it and turned on her. The woman’s nails scratched her leg as her skirt was pulled up, then those same nails were scraping her breasts as the woman squeezed. Pinching her nipples and dragging her forward, the woman said, “I won’t have you kneel on this dirty floor, and you’ll thank me for this favor by squatting with your knees apart, and making me cum. You got me so hot it won’t take me long at all.” Twisting her nipples, Karen demanded, “Do you understand, you lovely, dirty slut?” “Yes, miss,” she whispered. Then Karen made her squat down, still holding onto her nipples, so she had to stretch her nipples most painfully before she could pull them from Karen’s grasp. Karen hauled up her clothes with one hand. With the other, she seized Elisa’s hair and drew her inexorably forward. If you are a good girl and you know it then squat low in front of me. -- source link