Playing for Keeps by Glenda Horsfall

had obtained his information. Obviously, she was going to have to think about what she was getting herself into. She was sure that Matt had realized they had been drawn deeper into the lifestyle than either one of them had anticipated at the onset of the weekend. She could only assume that he was happy to go along with the way things were playing out. She decided not to make any rash decisions until she had learned a little more herself.
    Lost in her own thoughts, her response to Mistress de Silva was less than courteous, “I’m coming as fast as I can,” she replied.
    “Well move it, we don’t have all day.” She opened the door and motioned for Cassie to enter ahead of her. “Strip so I can see what I am working with.”
    “Can’t you just give me some outfits to look over and try on by myself ?”
    “Don’t be insolent!” Katherine de Silva snapped back, “Strip. Now!”
    Nowhere in her imagination had she fantasized about being dominated by another woman. She hadn’t even fantasized about another man. It had always been Matt in the central role of her fantasies. Her breath caught as she thought back to Matt’s actions in the parlor. He had called her his ‘pet’ and asked Mistress de Silva to go easy on her. This appeared to be what Matt wanted. She had to consider that maybe he was playing out one of his own fantasies. He had been so good to her, taken care of her every need, emotionally and physically. It wouldn’t be fair to deny him his pleasure when he had gone to so much trouble for her. No, she made up her mind; she wasn’t going to disappoint him.
    Bitch! The word bounced around in her head, and she clenched her jaw to stop the word spurting out. What happened to ‘the customer is always right?’ Cassie wondered. Feeling unsure, but determined not to disappoint Matt by walking out, Cassie held onto her temper. Hell, at least there were no men around and she had stripped off many a time in a changing room to try clothes on. She still felt shy as she turned her back to Katherine and quickly removed her clothes down to her underwear. She thanked God that she had only brought her pretty underwear away with her for the weekend. Assuming that outfits would now be produced for her to try on, she turned to face the over-powering Dominatrix and was surprised to find her shaking her head, a look of disbelief on her face.
    “This won’t do at all. Have you had no training?” she asked, her voice clipped with disdain.
    “What kind of training?” Cassie replied apprehensively as she wondered what she had missed.
    “Oh God, this is going to take longer than I thought. We’re going to need more time.” For the first time she smiled kindly. “Sit down.” Mistress de Silva pointed to a chair in the corner of the room, “I will be back shortly and we will see what we can do with you.”
    Cassie didn’t know what the hell she was on about, and she nibbled on her lower lip as she tried to contain her nervousness. As she sat waiting for Katherine to return, her thoughts turned inward. This wasn’t fun anymore.
    It was one thing to have Matt tell her what to do. Matt was her partner, her friend, her lover. He had her best interests at heart and it had been sexy submitting herself to his demands. It was another thing altogether having to take orders from some super bitch. She owed her nothing. Nevertheless, if this was what she had to do to keep Matt happy then she would bite her tongue and get on with it. She just hoped he didn’t intend to put her in too many situations like this in the future.
    She felt particularly exposed as the wall to her left was made up entirely of mirrors. After sitting patiently for what seemed like an age, but in all probability was only ten minutes or so, Cassie rose from the chair and wandered over to the large cupboards on the opposite side of the room. She assumed that these held the costumes they were going to buy or hire. Well if nobody was going to come and help her,