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I paid for the items on my credit card, deliberately choosing not to hear the total the shop assistant had asked for. I knew it was in the hundreds and way more than I had planned to spend, but I figured that if owning Hannah was going to be the way to counteract what I was feeling about Sophie and Alex, then I needed to go for it.
We walked back to the car, arm in arm, Hannah happy and excited about her new toys, stopping only once on the way, briefly, in the food hall at M&S.
I was very conscious of the items I had in the plain plastic bags I was carrying and just wanted to get back to the car and be on our way home.
As we cleared the outskirts of Chester the conversation turned to the evening, and night ahead.
Hannah wanted to go out for a few drinks after we'd eaten, because she was dying to try out her new love egg. Then she said that I could take her back to mine afterwards and have her in her new wrist to collar restraint.
Who was I to say no to that. The idea of both things had me hard.
As we drove on my mind wandered to Sophie. What was she going to be doing tonight? What had she already been doing today? I hadn't had any messages from her at all. I took that as a sign that she had been otherwise engaged. I hadn't messaged her either, to be fair, but that was mostly because I was trying not to think about her, especially after seeing her pictures and profile on the contact website at lunchtime.
Hannah had said that sometimes Alex would get another man to join them at his place on a Saturday night. But surely it was too early in Sophie's time with Alex for him to be introducing her to that. And too soon after he had set up the new profiles on that website for him to have arranged anything.
Wasn't it?
I realised that this was Alex I was talking about. I was now sure pretty much anything would be possible.
I sighed deeply. I think not knowing what Sophie was doing got to me even more than when I did know. My mind was capable of creating all kinds of situations if I let it.
I resolved to forget about it. As Hannah had said, it was done. The thing now was to make the most of tonight.
When we got home I took the bags with the food to the kitchen, whilst Hannah took her new toys upstairs to mine and Sophie's room. Our room for last night and tonight.
I called after her to put them on the bed for now, that we could look at them after. But she shouted down to ask if Sophie had a vibrator. Puzzled, I went to the bottom of the stairs and shouted up to ask why. She wasn't going to have a play now was she? With Sophie's vibe!
"I forgot to get wipes for the egg and the anal toys," she shouted back, "I thought Sophie might have some for her vibe?"
I think I remembered Sophie wiping her rabbit with something, but I wasn't 100%. I told her to check the bottom drawer of the bedside unit on the side she slept on.
Ten minutes later Hannah came downstairs, satisfied with her work. She held her hand out to me. She was holding the jewellery box with her necklace in. Her day collar.
"I'd like to wear this tonight," she said, "will you put it on me Master?"
I took it from her and she turned round, holding her hair up, bowing her head slightly. I lowered the necklace over her head, one end in each hand, and fastened the clasp.
She let her hair drop and looked down at her chest, then turned, beaming. "I love it," she said, picking the ornament up and looking at it. She turned to me, "it's much nicer than the other one."
"Good, I'm glad you think so. I want to do everything better for you."
She smiled. "You know this means that I'm officially yours now?" She said, in a questioning tone, but it wasn't a question. "I know you haven't put my proper collar on me yet, but I am collared now."
"Yes, you are." I said and took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. It was a surprisingly tender kiss, given what the little ceremony had signified; That she was mine to use as I wished.
We ate tea without too much fanfare, watching some kind of crap on the telly, and went upstairs together to get changed around seven o'clock.
Hannah stripped completely naked, pushing me away as I advanced towards her. "Not yet." she said, teasingly.
She put a new red bra on and walked over to the bed, a matching pair of lacy, red panties in her hand. She picked up the little bag containing her egg and sat down on the edge of the bed. She shuffled backwards a little, then pulled her feet up, planting them flat on the bed, her legs, bent at the knees. Then she opened her legs wide.
"It's up to you," she said, "you can either use lube, or get me wet enough for this some other way." She dangled the bag containing the egg from her forefinger.
I didn't need to think that one through. I knelt by the bed and ran my index finger around her labia, which were already parted. I circled them, then pushed my finger up to her clit, simultaneously pushing my thumb into her open hole. I rubbed her clit as I worked my thumb back and forth against the front wall of her vagina.
To be honest, I thought she was already wet enough for the egg, but it couldn't hurt to make sure.
I played with her pussy like that for a few minutes. She just lay there, propped up on her elbows, with her head hanging back, moaning softly.
I decided it was time to to take things up a level and I raised myself up and leaned forward, ready to plant my mouth on her now properly glistening pussy.
But she sensed what I was doing and intercepted me with a hand on my forehead. "Not now... Later." Then she remembered who was supposed to be in charge. "Will you put my egg in me now please Master?"
I took the bag from her and extracted the egg. I held it just behind the point where it was widest and placed the narrow, rounded tip against her open hole. I pushed gently and after a tiny bit of initial resistance it glided into her smoothly, up until it's broad mid-point, after which it disappeared inside quickly, as if her pussy had gobbled it up.
She gyrated her pelvis a little, moving it inside her and reached down with her hand to sort out the tail, which was sticking out of her. Then, satisfied with the way it felt, she grinned, stood up and quickly put her panties on. She slipped a tight-fitting red dress over her head and pulled it down, smoothing it with her palms, then turned her back to me and asked me to zip her up.
She sat back down on the bed and put her heels on, then stood again and smiled mischievously. "Let's go then!"
We decided to go back to the bar where we met Alex, because we thought the tables and sofas were perfect for what we had planned for the evening.
I called a taxi and although it was only a short ride, I buzzed her a couple of times on the way, just to warm her up. And then once more, without warning, as we were about to walk into the bar, causing her to come to a complete standstill in the doorway.
She turned to me and smirked, "OK mister, bring it on!" She was clearly looking forward to this.
The remote was small and fit discreetly in my pocket. There were only two controls, a dial to set the intensity of the vibrations and a button to buzz her.
The bar was much busier than it had been the night before and the tables were all taken, so we stood by the bar and I told Hannah that she could order the first drinks, although I did give her my debit card to pay for them.
She ordered an orange flavoured gin for herself and was just asking for a pint of IPA for me when I buzzed her again. She got as far as "And a pint of the Nokota I." and stopped. She was looking right at the barmaid, trying to keep her face straight, her body still. The only giveaway was the tightening of her hand on the bar.
It took her a couple of seconds to regain herself. She smiled, and carried on as if nothing had happened. "PA Please."
She turned to me, her eyes narrowed. I just smirked back. "What?" I said, "This was your idea. Oh, and just so you know, that's the lowest setting."
"Turn it up then!" she replied, with an air of defiance. I felt for the dial on the remote in my pocket. I knew it had ten settings. I turned it clockwise and felt it click twice. I pressed the button, holding it down a fraction longer this time.
She inhaled sharply and her nostrils flared. But she maintained eye contact with me.
"Fuck, that's nice." she said, after exhaling slowly. Her eyes flicked to a point over my shoulder, and a wicked smile came over her face. "Oh, can you excuse me, I've just seen some friends I want to go and say hello to. "
She picked up her drink, indicating that she might be gone a while, and as she passed me, she whispered, "Do your worst."
I turned to see where she was going. There was a group, males and females, sitting on the sofas we had sat on the night before. They all looked around Hannah's age and I guessed they might have been old schoolfriends.
I knew instantly what she wanted. I let her get halfway before I buzzed her again. Her step faltered and slowed, but then she quickly regained her rhythm.
As she approached the sofas one of the girls noticed her and her face broke into a big, surprised smile. I lip read her exclaiming "Oh my God!" and she stood to greet her. Hannah was just about to reach her when I buzzed her again. I think she was waiting for it, because it didn't visibly affect her so much this time. There was just the slightest pause as she went to hug her. So I waited until they were actually hugging, clicked the dial two more stops and buzzed her again.
I saw her tighten the hug and hold it a little longer than I would have normally expected.
The other girl sat back down and a guy next to her, stood up and kissed her on the cheek, before sitting down again, leaving room for Hannah.
Or rather Victoria, as I supposed she now was.
Victoria swept the faces of the group, beaming and saying 'hi' to everyone, clearly she knew most, if not all of them.
One of the guys opposite her leaned forward her and addressed her. A question perhaps. She opened her mouth to reply and in that instant I buzzed her again. She laughed out loud. Obviously covering up what was happening in her pussy.
I continued to watch her from afar, sometimes buzzing her when the conversation was elsewhere and she was listening intently, sometimes whilst she was speaking. Gradually turning the dial higher and higher.
Each time I did it I saw an instant reaction from her. The freeze, the tensing, and each time afterwards a long, slow exhalation. A few times she wriggled a little on the seat and I could tell that her pussy was fluttering and she was dying to attend to it.
Once, when the dial was on nine, she reached for her drink, I buzzed her and kept my finger on the button for four seconds. Her outstretched arm froze and she sat, paralysed, until she managed to turn her head to look at me. I let the button go, but she remained static for a few seconds, until the girl sitting opposite her touched her knee. I think she might have asked her if she was OK, because Victoria just nodded her head, then smiled and I could see her saying "Yes, yes, I'm fine."
After that I turned the dial down a couple of notches and only had a chance to buzz her a few more times before she finally got up and headed to the ladies. She looked back over her shoulder at me, a sign for me to follow.
There was a flight of stairs down to the toilets, followed by a corridor with a couple of rooms, little more than box rooms, used for junk and storage, as well as the toilets themselves.
She was waiting for me just inside one of these rooms. As I stepped inside she took my hand wordlessly and placed it under her dress on the inside of her thigh, right at the top of her leg. It was damp.
"We have to go now." She said. "If you keep on doing this I'm going to look like I've pissed myself." she looked genuinely concerned, but then she broke into a giggle. "I'll tell my friends that the other friend I was meant to be meeting just messaged to say that she is in a different bar. So I'm going to say I'm going there. Give me a minute and follow me out. OK?"
I smiled, amused at her giving the orders, but said "OK, fine."
She stepped forward and kissed me fiercely, opening her mouth and searching for my tongue with hers. I responded, taking hold of the nape of her neck and holding her onto me. It was obvious that she was very, very horny. After a few seconds she pushed herself off me and looked up into my eyes. "And then Master, I need you to take me straight home and fuck all my holes...and fill them with your cum... "
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sounds to me like she needs to be made to go into another bar on the way home to show who’s in charge 
The next twist??
