Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 16

... finished, I fished a tiny scrap of cloth from the bag and held it up.

"Really." I asked no-one in particular.

"Oooh nice. " Emma enthused.

It was bright, scarlet-red. It was soft and silky. But very small.

I had a trimmed bush. This would JUST - only just - cover it.

I slid the thing up my legs and adjusted it. I still felt naked.

The thong was so light and flimsy it was barely even a second skin.

The next shock was the shoes.

Bright red with Huuuuuge heels.

I am not really a heels sort of girl. I usually wear flat-ish shoes for work. Heels would be a pain.

I had worn my 2 inch 'kitten-heels' for the parties. These, in the bag, were at least four inch, spiky 'fuck-me' heels.

When I put them on, I could no longer stand up in the van, but had to stoop the way Mike and Remy were doing.

"Ohh yeah. " Emma said in a breathy, lusty sort of voice.

"Yeah, Nice. " Mike agreed. He had put on a pair of tight, leather, trousers while I was otherwise occupied.

Remy had a tight, black, latex, skirt on. She also had a pair of fairly high heels, in shiny black.

The last thing in my bag were a pair of black leather cuffs.

"Those as well." Remy nodded at the cuffs in my hand.

"But don't worry. " Mike said. "I have doctored them at work. They will look the part, but pull hard and they will come apart."

I shrugged. I had no idea what that meant or why.

Best not to ask then.

Remy helped fasten the cuffs to my wrists then pulled my hands ...

... behind my back.

"Just don't pull hard unless you really need to." Remy said, as I accepted my fate.

When we had all finished dressing and adjusted our kinky, fetish wear, we packed our "Normal" clothes into the bags.

Remy slid the side door open so that we could venture, cautiously, out into the open air.

I was glad it was a week-day and lunch time-ish. This car park often got busy at weekends.

Remy helped me into the passenger seat and clipped my seat belt while Mike and Emma returned to their car.

We set off with Remy leading, Mike and Emma following.

It took about another half an hour or slightly longer. I couldn't see my wrist watch to check.

We arrived at a small industrial estate. There were only eight or ten units. Some looked to be unused. The last unit, along the closed end of the road, was the largest. The Sign outside was grubby and showed something about furniture.

"This used to be one place where Mr Dennis worked." Remy Said, as she opened the door. "It was better back then."

She unclipped my seat belt and helped me out of the van.

"Follow me. Follow my lead." Remy said as she locked the van. "Try not to talk. You are my sex slave. You treat me with the deference you are used to doing for Mr Dennis. Mike and Emma will come in later."

Indeed, Mike had parked his car some way away from the unit.

I felt cool and a bit exposed. I tottered carefully after Remy as she approached the unit door.

Inside was a small lobby. Behind a ...