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Inside the box you will find your attire for this evening, plus instructions for you to prepare.

You must follow every instruction to the letter and be ready for your escort to collect you at precisely eight p.m. tonight.

Do not deviate from your instructions and do not be late

or there will be consequences.

As with all events here at Dangerous Liaisons, participation is voluntary. However, once you agree, you must comply with all that is asked of you.

I look forward to an interesting evening.

Conal’

 

Erica turned her head, scanning the room to find a clock. She had no idea of the time, since her watch and phone had been locked away. She let out a breath in relief when she found the small clock on the bedside table. It was seven p.m. already so that gave her an hour. That shouldn’t be a problem since she was used to throwing her clothes and makeup on in a hurry. Being a shift worker for most of her adult life, she loved her sleep-ins, so getting up at the last minute meant working quickly to get ready.

She opened the box only to find a smaller box sitting on top of some tissue paper. Opening it she found another note.

 

‘In the bathroom you will find equipment to remove any new growth since Friday. Use the hand mirror to ensure you miss nothing. Once you are done, rub this lotion over your pussy and clit, and then move on to the next step’.

 

She smoothed her fingers over her pussy but couldn’t feel any stubble. However, Conal had asked her to follow all his instructions so that’s what she should do. In the bathroom she found a hand mirror, intimate shaving cream and a vibrating intimate shaver, like the ones she’d seen on the sex toy website where she ordered her vibrators. She turned on the water in the basin and wetted one of the flannel cloths she found on the shelf above the bath. She decided she could get a better view if she placed one foot on the edge of the bath and, working quickly, she lathered up and turned on the small vibrating wand. The feel of the machine skimming over her most intimate parts was interesting to say the least, and if she wasn’t worried about not getting it done properly, she could have found it quite enjoyable, but that would have to wait for another day.

With the shaving complete, she returned to the bedroom and found the lotion from the small box. Opening the lid she lifted the tube to her nose and inhaled. It smelt of lavender and roses. Two of her favourite flowers. It didn’t take long to smooth it over her skin, but she realised very quickly that the flowers weren’t the only ingredients when her pussy began to get warm, then cold in quick succession. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant. In fact she was getting wetter by the minute.

Not having time to dwell on the sensations, Erica removed the small box and found another sheet of instructions.

 

‘Enya. Now you’re all smooth and tingly down below, you are to put on the makeup I have chosen for you. Do not put too much on, but make sure you emphasise those beautiful eyes, and brush your hair until it shines. Leave the lipstick out for the last finishing touch.

Hurry now. You don’t have much time left’.

 

She returned to the bathroom and found the makeup in the mirror cabinet. He had chosen well, as the foundation and powder matched her fair skin perfectly. Or perhaps Ione had helped? Somehow she didn’t think so. It was something he would have seen to himself. It amazed her that there would be a supply here, but when she thought about it, many other women had been here before her and many would come after her. A sobering thought and not something she wanted to dwell on. Tonight she would let herself believe she was special to Conal, and worry about what would come next at another time.

After her makeup was done she removed a layer of tissue paper from the box and found an exquisite set of white lace lingerie, which she quickly pulled on. The knickers consisted of a triangle of lace held together at the sides by satin ties, giving the appearance of a G-string from the back, and a lace demi bra which barely contained her ample breasts. If she coughed she was sure her boobs would pop out.

At the bottom of the box, she found a pair of white high-heeled ‘fuck me’ pumps, and a white lace choker. She sat on the bed to slip on the shoes, and returned to the bathroom to attach the choker. She barely recognised herself as she adjusted the position of the lace, lifting her breasts inside the cups to make sure both sides matched. The grey eyeshadow emphasised the blue of her eyes, and her eyelashes looked thicker than she’d ever seen them. She didn’t often wear makeup and it was rare to see her hair hanging loose around her shoulders. The choker was very delicate with small pearls sewn in intervals all around. She smiled at her reflection before adding the glossy rose lipstick. Despite the fact that she stood there in her underwear, she had to admit that she didn’t look half bad. She might have to keep the makeup. Who knew she could look this sexy?

A quick glance at the clock told her she had another five minutes to spare, so she sat back down on the bed and waited. She drummed her fingers against the bed coverings and thought about what could possibly be planned for her finale. Conal hadn’t given her any clue, and she cursed herself for not having questioned Nicole more about what happened on these BDSM weekends. Of course, Nicole had refused to give her any information after the weekend was booked, saying it was more fun to expect the unexpected, but she could have given her a hint! If everything she’d done, and had had done to her thus far had been a build-up to the finale, what was left?

The lotion on her pussy tingled and the G-string rubbed against all her sensitive bits. Her arousal was building again. The temptation to touch herself was almost overwhelming. Whatever was planned, she wanted it to happen soon!

At precisely eight o’clock the door opened and a chauffeur stood in the hallway. “Good evening, Miss Neilsen. Please follow me.”

He moved out of sight and down the hall, not giving her time to think, so she hurried to follow him as best she could in the unfamiliar heels. Why was she leaving? Had she somehow failed?

“Come now,” the chauffeur said, as he held open the front door to the mansion. “The Master awaits.”

She looked out at the cool night and down at her skimpy clothes and shivered. “Do I at least get a coat?”

The chauffeur arched his eyebrow and glared. “The Master provides all that is required.”

The stretch limousine was parked in the driveway, and the rear door was wide open. The interior was dark, so she couldn’t see if Conal was inside. “Okay, I get it. Do what I’m told.” If she’d been a betting woman she could’ve sworn his face cracked a little at what she’d said, but his stoic composure didn’t betray a thing. Holding onto the door, she sat down, swinging her legs inside the car. She jumped as the door closed as soon as her feet had hit the floor.

Good thing she’d been quick else her feet might have been caught!

The limo was in complete darkness, making it near impossible for her to find the seatbelt to strap herself in before the car took off down the driveway and sending her sliding across the bench seat. She reached out, patting the soft leather in an attempt to right herself.

She jumped, almost hitting the roof as her wrist was grasped firmly. “Shit. You scared me half to death.”

“You don’t have permission to speak,” said the deep voice belonging to the person who had hold of her arm.

Her mouth went dry.
Oh crap!
It wasn’t the sexy Irish lilt she’d been expecting.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I was just surprised.”

“Quiet!”

She gasped, and drew in a breath, but then blew it out slowly. She could do this. She could sit there and wait.

He tugged on her hand and drew her to the middle of the seat where another warm body sat beside her. These limos must be roomier than she thought because she could have sworn she was the only person there when she’d climbed in.

The rough material of her companions’ clothes rubbed against her naked thighs, warming her, so she couldn’t complain about that. The second man found her other wrist and together they placed her hands in their laps. Now she knew they were both men judging by the impressive erections rising under her fingers.

“Don’t move,” the first voice whispered in her ear.

Redundant phrase
, she thought. How the heck would she move anywhere, squashed in as she was by two warm, hard bodies, and of course they made it even harder for her to move as both touched her.

Their warm hands slid inside her bra and pulled her breasts free. Their fingers tweaked her nipples, pulling them hard until the pleasure/pain had her gasping. Moisture pooled inside her pussy and dripped between her legs.

“Ahhhh…” she sighed.

“Silence,” said a voice on her other side. Another voice she’d never heard before. Where the heck was Conal?

As one of her captors moved his hand from her breast, sliding downwards into her panties, she tensed, but remembered Conal’s words about how a sub can please her Master, by allowing others to touch her. She should lie back and enjoy, because she knew all the pleasure came at his bidding. She relaxed back against the plush leather seat. And there was definitely pleasure. Whoever it was certainly knew his way around a woman’s clit. He’d found that nub and circled and pressed hard in all the right places. The other man moved his hand to her other breast while he latched onto the first with his mouth.

How the heck could they see? Did she care?

Hell no!
She lay back in complete darkness and was pleasured by two anonymous men. The sensations were unbelievable. Conal certainly had her number, but even amid the myriad of sensations she closed her eyes and only saw his face. It was Conal who sucked her breast. It was Conal who rubbed her clit so expertly. He controlled her pleasure and the freedom that came with acceptance left her feeling lighter and more relaxed than she had in years. Nicole had been right all along—she needed this. She needed Conal. The problem was, how would she cope without him after this was over? She doubted she’d find another Dom who gave her the same feeling of
rightness,
but she’d have to try.

The double assault on her senses continued for some time as the limo drove to wherever it was they were headed. Both men brought her to the brink of orgasm so many times, but had a knack of retreating just before she slipped over it. She was as frustrated as hell, but boy was she horny.

Finally the car stopped and both men withdrew, tidying up her bra and panties as if nothing had happened. Before the door opened a soft hood was placed over her head, and her heart stopped when it tightened around her neck. Her breathing went into overdrive, making her slightly dizzy until a voice whispered in her ear, “Everything will be fine, just breathe slowly.”

She sat without moving, and willed her breathing to slow down, but that didn’t stop her poor little heart slamming itself back and forth at breakneck speed inside her chest.

The voice spoke to her again. “Calm down. Trust your Master.”

The thought of Conal and his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes staring at her with disappointment was enough to do the job. She took one last deep breath, then blew it out slowly, bracing herself for what came next. “Thank you. I’m fine now.”

She heard the door open and one of the men got out. The second man assisted her to move to the edge of the seat, where someone grasped her arms and helped her out of the car and into a standing position. Bands of soft leather-like material were placed around her wrists and she heard a click. When she tried to move her hands, she realised they were now chained together. She struggled not to fight against the restraints as her wrists were held firmly. At the sound of another click, she realised they’d attached what she could only imagine was a leash.

This was getting scarier by the minute, but Conal had warned her that the final evening would be all about submissive training, and that’s what she was there for. Better suck it up, because deep down she knew the chances were that she’d be getting some more of those killer orgasms.
Nothing to complain about there,
she thought. Just to prove her point, her pussy, still sensitive from all the recent attention, started throbbing. Apparently her body was ready for this, even if she wasn’t entirely sure her head was.

A sharp tug on the leash propelled her forward.

“Where are we?”

“Do not talk unless directed to,” said the voice from the car.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m just a little scared here.”
Oh great.
Here I am, almost done with the weekend, and I forget the number one rule at the last minute. Good one, Erica.

The procession stopped. She waited, wondering if they were going to punish her there in the street.
Oh God. What if people are watching? What if they are people I know?
At least she had a hood on, so no one would recognise her.

She felt the heat from the man behind her as he moved closer to her body. The person holding the lead moved closer to her face. His breath was warm and the spicy scent of his aftershave was very familiar.
Conal.
She sighed in relief. Knowing he was there was all it took for the panic to subside.

“Where’s your spirit of adventure, fire girl?”

She gulped. Did he expect her to answer? Was it a rhetorical question?

Conal tugged on her hands and she fell against his chest, her nipples jumping for joy at the contact.

“Do you want to use your safe word, Enya?”

“No,” she said quickly. “No, I don’t want to use my safe word, Sir.”

She felt a jerk on the leash again, as their procession continued. If she hadn’t known better she could have sworn she’d heard him laugh. Oh joy. What the heck did he have planned for her?

She heard the sound of a door opening just before she was shuffled inside. The men talked around her, but the hood made it difficult to hear clearly, so she decided to concentrate on not falling over in the high heels. It was bad enough that she had forgotten to keep quiet, but she shuddered at visions of slipping over in her sexy underwear, hands tied in front. Definitely not the way she wanted to be remembered. Especially by Conal. If he remembered her at all after this weekend, that is. God, she hoped he did.

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