she decided, she would just help herself. The quicker she picked out an outfit, the quicker they could get out of here and return to the hotel. Her confidence soared at the thought of returning to their suite. Armed with a new costume perhaps she could persuade Matt to try out another fantasy or two.
Feeling more enthusiastic, she pulled open the double doors of the central cupboard. She could only stand and stare. She had never seen fancy dress outfits like these in her life. She had been expecting to find an assortment of Victorian type dresses and suits, instead the rails held various styles of corsets and corset dresses. From those that had sweetheart bust lines to those that fit under the bust leaving the breasts exposed. She assumed that these would have to be worn over a blouse of some kind. They were in a variety of colors – rich dark reds, blacks, deep purples and green. Some were trimmed with lace, or feathers, while others were trimmed with sequins or beads. Her stomach plummeted and the air in her lungs rushed out on a whoosh. Did Matt realize what kind of place he had brought her to? Christ, she was going to look like a tart!
She moved along the wall to check out the other cupboards. She came across leather outfits, dresses with cut-outs around the bust, dresses with the backsides missing, crotch less leather trousers, cat suits that looked skin tight and appeared to have no opening through which to get them on. What the hell had she let herself in for? This was far kinkier than she had ever envisioned. All she had wanted to do was spice up their love life a little. She wondered what Matt would make of the outfits, and, concluded that he would probably approve. She had encouraged him to be more adventurous, to take a risk and experiment a little with kink. She hadn’t expected him to dive in whole-heartedly. The thought of donning one of the daring costumes and exploring his kinky side a little further caused an unexpected frisson of excitement to shiver through her. She couldn’t wait to share her excitement and the costumes with him.
She stroked the soft leather lovingly as she tried to determine which outfit he would prefer. Which should she choose? Was he expecting her to pick something skin tight which molded to her curves, or perhaps an outfit that left her open and exposed to his touch? She tried to imagine what kind of scene he was planning. Her excitement mounted and she felt moisture pooling as she imagined herself encased in tight leather. Tonight, it would be her turn to surprise him. She clenched her thighs tight together. She needed to get an outfit that would make his cock sit up and beg. Something to drive him wild.
She jumped away from the cupboards as Madame de Silva strode back into the room. Cassie glanced at her quickly before returning to her seat embarrassed at having been caught snooping.
“Right now, we don’t have a lot of time. Your Master has agreed to return and collect you in six hours, so we had better get busy.”
Six hours! He’d left her with the bitch for six friggin hours. Her excitement faded and her stomach sank. She didn’t want to spend six hours of their weekend with this woman. She wanted to spend it with him. The excitement she had been feeling sank without trace as disappointment swelled within her. How could he abandon her like this?
“What do you mean Matt will be collecting me in six hours?” Cassie couldn’t believe he had gone off and left her with this woman, and she was now very apprehensive. What the hell was he playing at? She was no longer amused. He may be acting out one of his fantasies, but at the very least, he should have hung around to make sure she was okay with it. Disappointment at his betrayal hit her hard. To hell with his games, she had had enough.
“Exactly as I say. He has left you in my hands for the next six hours so I can try and make you presentable for tonight.” She shook her head as if he had set her an impossible task.
Feeling more enthusiastic, she pulled open the double doors of the central cupboard. She could only stand and stare. She had never seen fancy dress outfits like these in her life. She had been expecting to find an assortment of Victorian type dresses and suits, instead the rails held various styles of corsets and corset dresses. From those that had sweetheart bust lines to those that fit under the bust leaving the breasts exposed. She assumed that these would have to be worn over a blouse of some kind. They were in a variety of colors – rich dark reds, blacks, deep purples and green. Some were trimmed with lace, or feathers, while others were trimmed with sequins or beads. Her stomach plummeted and the air in her lungs rushed out on a whoosh. Did Matt realize what kind of place he had brought her to? Christ, she was going to look like a tart!
She moved along the wall to check out the other cupboards. She came across leather outfits, dresses with cut-outs around the bust, dresses with the backsides missing, crotch less leather trousers, cat suits that looked skin tight and appeared to have no opening through which to get them on. What the hell had she let herself in for? This was far kinkier than she had ever envisioned. All she had wanted to do was spice up their love life a little. She wondered what Matt would make of the outfits, and, concluded that he would probably approve. She had encouraged him to be more adventurous, to take a risk and experiment a little with kink. She hadn’t expected him to dive in whole-heartedly. The thought of donning one of the daring costumes and exploring his kinky side a little further caused an unexpected frisson of excitement to shiver through her. She couldn’t wait to share her excitement and the costumes with him.
She stroked the soft leather lovingly as she tried to determine which outfit he would prefer. Which should she choose? Was he expecting her to pick something skin tight which molded to her curves, or perhaps an outfit that left her open and exposed to his touch? She tried to imagine what kind of scene he was planning. Her excitement mounted and she felt moisture pooling as she imagined herself encased in tight leather. Tonight, it would be her turn to surprise him. She clenched her thighs tight together. She needed to get an outfit that would make his cock sit up and beg. Something to drive him wild.
She jumped away from the cupboards as Madame de Silva strode back into the room. Cassie glanced at her quickly before returning to her seat embarrassed at having been caught snooping.
“Right now, we don’t have a lot of time. Your Master has agreed to return and collect you in six hours, so we had better get busy.”
Six hours! He’d left her with the bitch for six friggin hours. Her excitement faded and her stomach sank. She didn’t want to spend six hours of their weekend with this woman. She wanted to spend it with him. The excitement she had been feeling sank without trace as disappointment swelled within her. How could he abandon her like this?
“What do you mean Matt will be collecting me in six hours?” Cassie couldn’t believe he had gone off and left her with this woman, and she was now very apprehensive. What the hell was he playing at? She was no longer amused. He may be acting out one of his fantasies, but at the very least, he should have hung around to make sure she was okay with it. Disappointment at his betrayal hit her hard. To hell with his games, she had had enough.
“Exactly as I say. He has left you in my hands for the next six hours so I can try and make you presentable for tonight.” She shook her head as if he had set her an impossible task.
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