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8. Appointment Time
When Sarah finished, Nancy was standing by with one of Sarah’s garment bags. "Misses Kneeler, this is your outfit for your appointment. Clean up and change in Suzanne’s room, use her makeup too. The master bedroom is booked," she said as if they were in the office and an appointment location had changed.
"Misses Clarke, can you help me with my corset?"
"Misses Kneeler, no, that is outside of my duties. Nothing wrong with wearing that beautiful item out, you know," she said with a smug tone and laugh, having anticipated the request.
Sarah took the bag and made sure to hold her smile until at the top of the stairs. She heard loud, thumping industrial music coming from the master bedroom as she passed. She did not want to know what Edward was going through, but she was glad he was behaving and avoiding more punishment for them. The heft of the bag was puzzling. Curiously, she unzipped it, saw her favorite classic navy blue pinstripe suit, and smiled. Then she looked for the blouse, none. "This jacket is cut too wide to wear without a blouse . . . oh shit," she whispered as she saw the boots. White thigh-high boots with 5” heels. Sarah was disgusted, but not as disgusted as she was with what she was still wearing. She stripped, and then tried to get the corset off. It seemed to take forever, but she finally untied the laces with the help of a mirror. Then she began to figure out how to loosen them and finally got it to move. Her full belly and bladder were not helping. Eventually she stepped out of it. A glance at the mirror gave her the image she was pregnant again. ‘Thank God they can’t breed me now,’ her next thought flashed through her head. She made sure the stockings, heels went into the wastebasket, the corset, and wig could stay on top of the hamper until Edward got to it. A quick sit to pee before a trip into the shower.
Suzanne’s makeup stayed on the pink side, from rose to hot. She made due and still thought she looked like a child who got to wear makeup for the first time in junior high. She searched for the bra and panty set. Of course, nothing but white fishnets, the suit and boots, no underwear. She grudgingly put it all on. Sarah really did not mind the way that the jacket looked. She was not so big breasted that she spilled out or anything. The boots and stockings, those were the problem. They did not match the suit at all and were out of season. At least the cut of the suit hid her bulging belly and it was fully lined, no slip needed. She emerged clean, her long straight blonde hair in a ponytail to her lower back, and hurried downstairs.
"Misses Clarke, where is my appointment?"
"I’ll drive and show you," Nancy said as she flashed Sarah’s car keys, handing Sarah her purse. Sarah fumed as Nancy drove the new Mercedes like a maniac. Sarah recognized the truck in her driveway, as one she had seen around town before, but she did not recognize Joe. The puzzle left her mind as Nancy took a left turn and threw Sarah against the right side of her seat. Was Nancy stock-car driver back in the hills, or wherever the hell she was from? The screen on Sara’s side of the dash ran an odd video of various Mercedes driving up to various homes; she quickly recognized the cars as hers. Then one scene caught her eye, it was her new car arriving at a warehouse and she got out wearing a plain navy-blue suit with black pumps, hair in a long ponytail like now. She looked like she was fresh out of college attending an interview. The scene ended and cut to the next one, her new car arriving at a kink club. Sarah turned red and turned off the monitor as Nancy pretended not to notice. In a short time, they were pulling into a parking lot that was not familiar to Sarah. The row of shops had a crafts store, a lingerie shop, a pawnshop, and a seamstress/tailor store.
"Misses Kneeler, your secretary should dress as well as her boss, especially if they expect to be in the executive ranks."
"True, Misses Kneeler. I will be glad to help you select the appropriate things."
"Don’t forget your corporate AmEx card, Misses Kneeler, you are going to need it."
"Nancy, this has gone far enough. I am not buying you a new wardrobe!"
"Misses Kneeler . . ."
"No Nancy! No!"
Nancy locked the doors from her side and pressed the button to tint the windows black so nobody could see in, turned, slapped Sarah’s pink painted face hard, and grabbed a fistful of hair, shoving Sarah against the passenger window. "Listen, princess, if I don’t report back to Master Joe that I have the right wardrobe on order, he is taking Eddie to 'boys town' with a camera and a wad of money, then sell it as an undercover report of teen male sex abuse. If that doesn’t work, I am sure I can find some teens, besides the one you performed with this morning, for you to star with on camera. Oh, by-the-way, that little video you turned off? Eddie has a copy and instructions to show it to you. If you do not realize the importance of the scenes, ask him what I mentioned."
Sarah’s mind flashed back to her first marriage at Nancy’s mention of sex with minors. She was in her early twenties, just after Sarah was born, she and her Dominant husband went to a weekend long party. He selected her partners, as always, but part of it had her in severe sensory deprivation. For over a day she could feel people taking her any way they wanted, no pain, just sex. She could not see or hear any of them. Mark had tried to pair her with under-age teens before, it was something he got off on, apparently, but she always kept that as a “hard limit.” Later, she found the tapes and watched every second of them, at least ten of the boys looked under age to her and it was the last straw. She destroyed the tapes, left him, and got full custody of Suzanne in the divorce. That was the only thing Sarah could think of that could be used against her, besides the video from the breakfast delivery, if the kid was under age. Then she remembered the warehouse scene and all the cars she parked with hers. It was a 'fake interview' fantasy that she set up with some of her favorite Doms who were still closeted about the D/s scene. She was 'lured' to an interview and 'raped' by the group. It was fun, lots of fetishwear, no pictures inside, no pain, just bondage and sex. They transformed the vacant warehouse into a fabulous dungeon. Still, what could it be? Some of them were married . . .
When Nancy felt Sarah stop struggling, she released her combative grip and turned her around, pulled her close and kissed her. Sarah relaxed into the make-out session, playing along at first, and then getting passionate. Nancy did know how to turn a person on. She really could not blame Edward for playing with another woman either, they discussed and agreed on non-exclusivity before they were married. Her rule for him about cumming without permission was only a rule about cumming to thoughts of her. It seemed to be the only thing he never really grasped, or he just enjoyed deepening his self-imposed servitude. Sarah stopped thinking and gave in to her bubbling libido. When the blushing, passionate, and very wet Sarah came up for air, it took her a second to notice Nancy turned the windows back to clear and Sarah was atop Nancy in the driver’s seat. She rolled off her secretary back into the passenger seat, sighed, and said, "Let’s go shopping."
Sarah wondered how they were going to get away with using her corporate card on clothes for Nancy. She played along, thinking she could just pay it off with other funds. She stopped and asked, "Misses Clarke, if I use the corporate card it will show up in the audits. Purchases like this are flagged."
"Nice to know, use one of your own if you like, but the company really should be paying for this just like they do the janitor’s uniforms, there are ways around those audits too,” Nancy said as she smiled and unlocked the doors. Sarah did her best to look comfortable in what she thought looked like an exotic dancer’s "first song" outfit. Every eye was on them while they were making out in the car and every eye followed them into the seamstress’ shop. By the end of the day, Nancy had five new outfits for work on order. She handed the keys to Sarah and they drove back to the house. Sarah was relieved that there was not a stop at a strip joint in store today, a scene she had done before but did not want to with Nancy. As they arrived, Sarah noticed the truck was gone.
"Oh, our men must be out having fun," Nancy giggled.
Sarah began to giggle with her, and then felt panic. "Misses Clarke, having fun where?"
"Don’t be alarmed, Misses Kneeler. I sent a text to Master Joe that you performed properly. They are not there, getting in trouble, if that is what you are worried about."
"Misses Clarke, promise me they are not there?" Sarah begged, as if she had any pull in this situation, as if Nancy would even tell her the truth.
"Yes, I promise."
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