Perfect Slave by Becky Bell Page B

be.’ Laurie had a sensual mouth, and it creased into a smile revealing her perfect teeth.
    Andrea said nothing. But her mind was spinning. Laurie was quite right, of course. Hawksworth had made it absolutely plain to her that she had to obey his every whim. But she’d never imagined that would involve having sex with another woman. The idea shocked her, but it was not a shock of revulsion. Quite the reverse. She felt a sickly sweet excitement enveloping her and her clitoris pulsed strongly.
    Laurie seemed to sense this reaction. Her smile broadened. ‘That turns you on, doesn’t it? Well I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you’re going to have to wait. Since you are, how shall we put it, a virgin in that department, Mr Hawksworth will want to watch your initiation. Come closer,’ Laurie said.
    There was a large nylon holdall on the floor by her feet. She reached into it and took out a stainless steel collar. It was hinged at the side with a small steel ring at the front, and was identical to the one Andrea had seen the maid wearing on Saturday night. Laurie leant forward, hooked it around her throat. There was a loud click as the locking mechanism engaged at the back of her neck.
    The brunette delved into the bag again. ‘Put this on.’ Laurie draped a red satin basque on the floor in front of Andrea. ‘Red is good with your blonde hair,’ she added.
    Andrea picked it up. The garment was beautifully made, the satin silky and soft to the touch, with black lacing decorating the front panel. It did not have a full bra, but rather small semi-circular cups that were obviously intended to fit under rather than over the breasts. Andrea wrapped the corset around her body. It was a little too small for her and she couldn’t manage to fit the eyes into the hooks at the back, however hard she tried.
    â€˜Not a very good start,’ Laurie said, clicking her tongue. ‘You better lay down. On your front.’
    Andrea obeyed, the interior of the car easily big enough for her to lie flat. Laurie knelt beside her.
    â€˜Breath in.’
    Gradually Andrea felt the corset gripping her body as Laurie worked her way down the long row of fastenings, each one cinching the basque more tightly and making breathing more difficult. It was boned around the waist to give an hour-glass figure.
    â€˜I imagine you can manage to put these on for yourself.’ She pulled a cellophane packet of stockings out of the bag and sat back on the seat. They were a light champagne colour. ‘You can sit up here.’ She patted the seat beside her.
    Andrea sat on the black leather. It felt cold against her naked buttocks. The quarter bra cups of the basque pushed her breasts up, making them stand out obscenely. She took the stockings out of their packet and rolled them slowly up her legs.
    â€˜They have a seam, make sure it’s straight,’ Laurie ordered.
    As best she could Andrea tried to get the seam running in a vertical line up the back of her legs. The stockings were very sheer. They had a fully-fashioned heel and a seam right up to the wide welts that banded her thighs. Andrea clipped them into the long satin suspenders and felt a familiar buzz of anticipation. Her body knew how to respond to this treatment. In her masturbation ritual donning the corset and the stockings was always a precursor to orgasm.
    â€˜Now kneel again, in front of me.’
    This time Laurie pulled out a coil of silky white nylon rope from the holdall. She threaded one end through the ring in the steel collar.
    â€˜Put your hands together, in front of your chin,’ she ordered.
    Andrea did as she was told and the brunette quickly looped cords of the rope around her wrists, tying her hands together tightly and making it impossible for her to lower them.
    For only the second time in her life Andrea’s bondage was real. The first time was in the manor, Saturday night. She tried to pull her hands apart and