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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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But what did follow took me completely by surprise. She grabbed a purse from the dressing table and moved towards the bed. She leant over and kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll see you later princess, I’m going out for a few hours. If you’re a good girl maybe we will have some fun later.” The look of horror on my face must have said it all. “Come now princess, what did you expect? I couldn’t possibly waste this outfit for just a little fun with you. It needs to be admired by some people and what better way than to go the club with the girls. Who knows, I might get lucky with a guy, or two.” She laughed loudly.
A hundred thoughts flashed through my mind. Anger, jealousy, fear and dare I admit it, erotic thoughts too. Tears started to form in my eyes. Amanda saw this and smiled. “Oh princess, don’t cry. I’m sure we will have plenty of fun later, after I have warmed up a little.” She blew me a kiss and with that she was gone.
So here I am, alone, stuck, thinking about what Amanda will be getting up to, wondering what will happen later on when she gets home. All the tension, fear and excitement of what had gone before had drained me and I drifted off to a restless sleep.
I awoke with a start, my bonds and ball gag making me realise this hadn't been a dream. How long I had slept I have no idea. Laying there bewildered, my mind started to replay the events which had occurred earlier on. The teasing by Amanda when she helped me dress. The erotic strip, then dressing in the most stunning and sexy outfit. The bombshell of leaving me bound and going off to the club for the evening. All the emotions I had experienced earlier returned. My mind thought about the club. We had been there quite a few times and it is certainly a great night out. There is usually a crowd of us, but occasionally we go on our own. Amanda always seems to catch the eye of the men, which I have to admit, makes me proud and jealous at the same time. But nobody gives us any hassle. Yes, I know that club well. The usual situation of men looking for a good time, trying to chat up the women with the intention of a getting shag later on.
Oh god! Amanda, out with the girls, dressed in that 'I want a fuck!' outfit. She did look sophisticated, but oh so horny. My mind started to race with the thoughts of what might occur. The girls all walking down the wide staircase, that leads to the bar area, where all the men stand to 'eye up the talent'. Amanda amongst the girls partially hidden from view. Then, as the girls near the bottom of the ever widening stairs, they spread out a little. Amanda in all her resplendent glory on view. The sheerness of the dress teasing everyone with the hint of sexy lingerie underneath. Her erect nipples trying to force their way through the material. The guys will be drooling, with immediate erections caused by the wonderful goddess approaching. I hate to admit it, but the thought made me horny too. The tightness of my pantie girdle restricting my own erection. It was uncomfortable but couldn't stop. I started to push myself back and forth in an effort to stimulate myself. It was working, but very slowly. The rustle of the material of my dress and the silkiness of the satin added to my excitement.
My mind refocused on the possible scenario at the club. The girls would approach the bar and get their drinks. Guys around them like bees round a honey pot. Amanda, I'm sure, the main focus of their attention. The girls would respond to any comments with either a giggle or a sneer, depending on what was said and what the guy was like. They would then go to one of the seating areas and have a laugh and a joke about the guys and their comments. |
