Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15 - Sex Stories

Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 15

... earlier. Amelie helped him tighten this around my waist. They pulled the laces until I had a really narrow waist, but could just about continue to breathe. Breathing did make my boobs rise a fall a lot more than I was used to.

I was allowed to wear a sort of skirt that sat snuggly on the flair round the hips of the corset. It was nearly shear, strips of thicker lace and cloth nearly covered my arse crack and vulva, but not much more.

From another cupboard Dennis pulled out a couple of masks which he handed to Amelie and me.

"To be not recognised, unless we wish." Dennis said, by way of explanation.

So we were going somewhere kinky? I guess.

But why Amelie?

"And you too my love." Remy said, "As we agreed."

"I know. I am scared." Amelie said. And she did look scared.

"It is for show. Nothing will happen. We need it for appearances." Remy tried to reassure her.

For show what? For appearances what?

I was still in the dark.

Remy helped Amelie strip off her dress and underwear. Then helped her dress in a sort of costume consisting of leather strips and chains. This lot hid all the important bits. I mean, she was not showing any more skin than she would in typical brief bikini at a beach or pool. But it LOOKED like it did.

I liked it.

Amelie looked terrified.

"I will be near. Do not fear." Remy leaned in to give her a kiss. Then she wrapped her arms around Amelie.

When the doorbell rang, Remy hurried off to answer it.

"What is going ...

... on?" I asked

"We are going to some form of party." Amelie whispered. "I'm supposed to pose as Remy's submissive. I'm really not. I'm scared."

A moment later Emma burst into the room. She was as near naked as I was. She had a corset similar to mine, though of different style. Hers pushed her boobs up, to make more of her modest breasts. Her pulsing nipples just visible through the ring of red lace. She wore the tiniest black thong I had seen. I mean, it did cover her pussy lips. Just. But it left no doubt that she was shaved clean as a baby's bottom down there.

"Jeez! Your very own playroom dungeon. Wow. Oh hey you're all coming too?." She stopped and damped her enthusiastic outburst when she saw Dennis scowling and Amelie trying to cover her near-naked body. "Oh Sorry." She hung her head in contrition.

"Hi Emma." I said, giving her a brief hug. "This is Amelie. She is Remy's wife. You've just met Remy. I have no idea what is going on, but I hope somebody does."

Remy followed Master Mike in to the Room.

"I can help explain." Mike said. "Though the less you all know the better. You are all to accompany Me and Slut Em to one of the quarterly Parties at 'Locked-Up' in Manchester. It is a member's only play party for people in the Fetish and BDSM scene."

"I know a little about Mr Dennis and what he likes." Remy said. "But this is a time for us all to learn more about ourselves and each other. We all need to try to understand. I know I do. I think this will be ...