Apr 4, 2011: Molly and Stephanie Here

I’d met clients for lunch to discuss revisions to a document I’d worked on over the weekend and returned home afterwards to incorporate the changes for a meeting tonight. About 2:30, I heard a car door shut, looked out my window and saw Molly and Stephanie coming up the front walk. Before I got out of my study I heard them enter (Molly and her key). I’d made it as far as one of the landings on the stairs when I saw them. Molly looked up the stairs and asked me what I was supposed to do when I saw her in my house. I felt my face flush and started taking my clothes off. They didn’t say a thing until I’d stripped off everything except my panties. Molly sneered and said my pussy was not supposed to be covered. As soon as I was naked she scolded me and said this would make the fashion show that much worse. I blushed and apologized.


She told me to leave my clothes right where they laid and fix them a rum and coke. I came down the rest of the stairs and headed to the kitchen. As I passed by them they felt me up, palmed my cunt and twisted my nipples. I fixed them drinks. They demanded some munchies so I got a box of cheese crackers and a can of peanuts. I poured myself a glass of wine.

She asked where the package was with all the slut goodies and I said in the closet of my study. We went upstairs and I got the package. She led me to my bedroom closet, went through my shoes and selected three pairs; the Lucite’s, a pair of high heeled red strappy sandals and a pair of purple and black open toes pumps. Then she told me to get my toy bag.

She asked if all my toys were in the bag. I said yes. But she told me in a conversation with Tisha that I now had some chain and padlocks, was that in the bag. I said no; it was in the boot of my station wagon. She looked thoroughly disgusted and told me to go get it. I told her my car was in the garage and in order to raise the rear hatch all the way up I had to open the garage door. She said that wasn’t her problem. I politely reminded her I was naked. Again she said that’s not her problem. I said please I cannot. She sneered and said I better hope the neighbors on that side of my house weren’t looking.

I calculated the odds. I know both of them (neighbors) work, my garage door opens to the side of the house and there’s probably 100 feet of woods between my house and theirs and my house itself sits back at least 150 feet from the lane. But if someone was driving by slowly or walking and looked in my direction I could be seen. Finally I gave in. I went downstairs, opened the garage door, dashed to the back of my car and opened the hatch. I got the bag with the chain and locks, lowered the hatch and ran back inside. My heart was beating a mile a minute. They were in stitches.

We went back upstairs and they were still laughing. Molly told me to get a piece of luggage and pack the shoes, the package of slut lingerie, and the toy bag. I got a medium sized wheeled suitcase and did so. I asked what about the chain and she shrugged her shoulders and said I could bring it when I came over. I about flipped out. I was livid!

She had me sit in the floor with my back against the bed. She let me kiss her pussy once then lick her ass and had me do the same to Stephanie. She asked if I wanted her pussy and I begged yes. However, she said there will be no real pussy licking until I came over to her house for the fashion show. She told me to frig myself and as I did, she told me the slut show would be on Wednesday. They taunted me about what they had in mind and it drove crazy. I frigged until I came. Molly said I owe them and paybacks are hell. I nodded. Without any hugs or kisses, they said goodbye, took the luggage with the things in it and left.

I sat here for a long time trying to breath normally again. I replayed what had happened a dozen times in my brain. They’d ordered me around with one thing or another for an hour and a half. That is the strangest feeling … being ordered around inside my own house but somehow it gets right to my core. Now she has the slut lingerie, some of my high heels and all my toys. I shudder to think the significance of that.

I frigged again and crawled to my feet and retrieved my clothes off the stairs. I threw them on and took the chain back in my car.

This whole thing is driving me crazy.