A Dash of Fantasy

A little fantasy has been running through my head.  It goes something like this:

He takes her to dinner at His friend’s house.  She is surprised to discover they are the only guests.  His friend lives out in the country, in a huge, rambling house, and she had somehow expected there would be more people there.

Sir had told her to wear one of her skirts, and thigh highs, no panties.  She has chosen heels that make her legs look long, although they really aren’t.  The friend, whose name, she is told, is Sir Evan, welcomes them warmly.  He and her Sir are old friends, and they spend some time chatting about the old days.

She is a bit bored by this after a while, and thinks that when they leave she will ask Sir why He had even brought her.

They eat rather formally, in a large dining room, and a woman in a black skirt, white shirt, and black vest serves them.  The meal is excellent.  The woman brings the plates already prepared, a lovely salad, then small pieces of veal with a light array of grilled vegetables. Naomi notices that her plate has small servings,which is fine, the appetizers from earlier had been plentiful.  But still, interesting that she is not allowed to serve herself.

The serving woman brings a platter in to offer the two men, more, but does not even look at Naomi.

There is wine, but they only give her half a glass, and somehow, she doesn’t feel comfortable asking for more.

She is listening idly, wondering if they will ever talk about anything besides old friends she doesn’t know or business deals she isn’t interested in, when she hears Sir say, “It’s not that she a bad girl.  Not at all.”

She feels herself blushing furiously.  What? Is He talking about her?

She looks up to see they are both looking at her, Sir with an expression of gentle approval, and Sir Evan with a bit more speculative gaze.  She starts to open her mouth, but stops, not sure what to say.

Sir goes on, “I really appreciate you agreeing to take a look at her.”

Sir Evan smiles, “No problem,” He says.  “I have an opening or two right now, and would be glad to help out if it looks like it will be beneficial.  Let’s go ahead and get started then, shall we?”

Naomi is stunned.  What are they talking about?  Sir stands and moves behind her.  “Stand up,” He says, starting to pull her chair out as if He is just being polite.  When she hesitates, He says,

“Come on, quickly now.  Yes, just put your napkin on the table, good girl.  Now, come here,” and He takes her by the hand, moves a couple of steps away from the table.  He turns her to face Sir Evan, and wraps His arms around her from behind, as if embracing her.

He puts His hands under Her breasts, lifting them slightly.

He speaks, softly, close to her ear.  “This is an adventure, my dear.  You’ve promised to obey me, you wear my collar, is that right?”

She nods her head slightly, listening.

“Say it,” He says.

“Yes, Sir,” she says slowly, “i’ve agreed to obey you, and i wear your collar.”

“Well then,” He says, “Do you agree to an evaluation by my old friend Sir Evan?”

Her head is swimming, and she realizes that she is wet, her pussy is throbbing.  “Evaluate me?” she says, a little weakly.

“Yes,” her Sir says.  His thumb brushes her left nipple, and the shock and arousal run through her body making her shudder.  He smiles.

She wants to ask questions, get more information, but Sir says, “Do you agree?” and all she can think is how much she wants to please this man, her Sir.   He adds, “I promise no harm will come to you, and there will be opportunities to change your mind later if you choose.”

This reassures her greatly.  “Yes, Sir,” she says, “i agree,” and then she adds in a rush of feeling, “You know i will do whatever you want of me!”

But she still gasps in dismay when Sir Evan nods and says, “Undress her, please.”

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