Annabel woke up late despite having gone to bed early. It was an uncharacteristically gray day outside, and she didn’t feel particularly motivated to leave the warmth and comfort of Carla’s bed. Instead she wrapped herself up in the covers and lay staring out the window, trying to remember the details of a crazy dream she’d had involving some kind of medical procedure. But she couldn't quite catch it and eventually she forced herself to get up.
On the way to her room to get her robe, Annabel caught a glimpse of
herself in the mirror, naked except for her collar. It gave her some
comfort to see it there, made her feel less lonely.
After having coffee and toast she took a long bath and then a shower.
After that she mainly just moped around the house. She tried
reading a book, then a magazine, then watching TV; nothing could hold
her interest for long. She was just laying on the couch staring at the
ceiling when she heard the sound of an engine.
Going to the front window, she peeked out the curtains and was
thrilled to see Carla pulling up in front of the house. But she didn’t
want to seem like she had been sitting there waiting, so she grabbed her
magazine and went into the kitchen. She sat down at the table with the
magazine open and tried to look nonchalant.
A minute later Carla appeared carrying a duffel bag and smiled over
at Annabel, happy to see that she was wearing her collar as instructed.
Setting the bag down, Carla hooked a finger into the ring on Annabel’s
collar, lifted her to her feet, and kissed her hard on the mouth.
Carla was in no mood to play games. She'd been on her best behavior
during her visit to Frieda’s and she was horny as hell. She led Annabel
up the stairs by her collar and quickly began to strip her, squeezing
her tits and sucking on her nipples. Annabel gasped as Carla’s nails dug
into her butt cheeks, then moaned as Carla lifted her skirt, pulled her
panties down, and began to finger her.
It was just getting good when a high-pitched whine split the air. It
was the sound of a high-revving engine approaching, and Carla and
Annabel stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. They both
knew what that sound meant: Annabel’s husband, Carla’s father, was home
Carla sighed. That man really did have an amazing sense of timing.
Annabel scrambled to get her clothes back in place, then took her collar
off, momentarily unsure what to do with it. She finally put it in the
top drawer of her dresser and covered it with a scarf, then walked as
calmly as she could down the stairs, trying once more to look casual.
* * *
Again that night Annabel found herself laying in bed next to her
husband’s snoring form. Again they’d gone out to an expensive dinner; he
was in a celebratory mood because there had been a breakthrough in
negotiations on a big merger he’d been working on for months. He ordered
bottle after bottle of champagne and Carla and Annabel both drank their
share, slyly eyeing each other across the table.
After finishing their entrees they excused themselves to go to the
ladies room. Inside, Carla followed Annabel into a stall and fondled her
as Annabel moaned softly. Carla pulled up her skirt and pushed Annabel
down between her legs; she was naked underneath and despite the cramped
conditions, Annabel obediently started licking her.
But Carla couldn’t really relax and enjoy herself under these
circumstances, and after a few minutes she decided they’d better get
back. She pulled Annabel up and kissed her, enjoying the taste of her
own pussy on Annabel’s lips. Annabel washed up and fixed her lipstick
and they returned to the table. They had a delectable chocolate mousse
cake for dessert.
When they got back home Carla immediately disappeared upstairs.
Annabel busied herself in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher and
tidying up, while her husband poured himself a brandy nightcap and sat down to watch golf on TV. When she’d done all she could Annabel walked into
the living room yawning and stretching exaggeratedly. “I’m beat,” she
said. “Think I’ll turn in.”
He nodded at her and quickly returned his eyes to the TV screen.
Annabel brushed her teeth, changed into pajamas, and climbed into bed,
doing her best to look asleep. Her husband appeared about an hour later;
he fell heavily into the bed and rested one hand on Annabel’s butt,
making her flinch, but went no further than that. Soon he was snoring
For what seemed like an excruciatingly long time Annabel lay there in
a state of indecision. Her body wanted to get up and go down the
hallway to Carla’s room, but her brain was telling her to stay where she
was. As time passed and the snoring grew louder, her mind started to
change. It might have been five minutes later, or it might have been an
hour, when she finally slipped out from underneath the sheets and stood