Bell tossed the last outfit she had considered down on her bed with a huff. The third time hadn't been the charm and neither was the twenty-third. She stood disheartened in her purple lace bra and panties, her shoulder slouched in defeat as her amber hair flowed over them, a little dishevelled for her troubles.

She'd been trying to find a suitable outfit since she got home from work. Usually, it wasn't too difficult to find something she felt good in. She might not have been a model but she was still attractive with her sultry 5'6" figure.

“Damn it!” she exclaimed to an empty room. “It's no good. I can't find anything that will work.”

'What did Annie say again?' she thought to herself, already flustered, as she checked her messages.

“Oh, come on... Where is it now?”

The Rolling Stones track, 'Wild Horses' was playing in the background as she grew even more frustrated looking for the missing message. She hadn't been sure to begin with if she should accept the invitation, and her difficulty to find something to wear was making her second-guess her decision. If it had been anyone other than Annie who invited her, she knew she wouldn't have even considered it. A Fetish Convention, her first one ever, and it was tomorrow night.

Certainly wasn't the first place she considered meeting new people, but the other options hadn't worked out, and at least this option had Annie there. Who knows maybe she would enjoy it, and her inner Kinkster, hidden deep within would finally be unleashed. Bell chuckled to herself at that notion.

Bell had always considered herself to be adventurous in the bedroom, but she had never really tried anything like BDSM. She went through her phase of experimenting - albeit badly - at self-bondage, but that was about as far as she got. She gave up after never being able to get the knots to look quite the way she wanted. It didn't matter how many tutorials she watched or how many times she hid behind a locked door practising. But she never forgot how beautiful it could look when done right, and she always liked the idea of having sex bound like that.

Besides, it was already coming up to a year since her last date when Jasmine returned her ring and broke her heart. She knew she had to start meeting new people, and she was ready for it.

'It's just... life gets in the way sometimes,' was the excuse she told herself.

The truth was, Bell had always been shy. Even though she loved meeting new people and making new friends. She never did master the mystical art of introducing herself to them. Definitely not when she thought someone was cute. After all, those are three difficult words, 'Hey I'm Bell' - can takes a lifetime to master it.

Still, none of that changed the fact that she didn't know what to wear to this convention and her closet was almost empty now. She had nice clothes that made her feel hot and confident but none of it seemed right. She thought she got close, with a sexy maid uniform she had from Halloween, but felt it was a little too cheesy even for her. She let out a sigh of relief as she finally found the message from Annie and read to herself.

“LOL stop stressing about silly things hun. Just grab something sexy and kinky. If you struggle, I can help you out. Love ya xoxo” the text read.

Bell looked into the mirror considering if her birthday suit would count as 'sexy and kinky'. As she sat down on the end of the bed, absent-mindedly caressing her long legs and trying to soothe herself, she read it over and over again. Trying to piece together a suitable outfit in her mind. But nothing seemed right. She gave up and called her best friend Annie, she had said she would help and Bell knew that she needed it.

“Heya gorgeous,” Annie said as she answered the phone with her usual happy tone.

It didn't matter how Bell felt, whenever she rang Annie, within seconds she would have her smiling again. Was it really just the confidence Annie had always radiated?

“Hey, Ann... err look... I... I,” Bell stumbled over her words. She had rehearsed before calling, how to ask for help to avoid this stuttering mess, apparently to no avail.

She heard a soft chuckle over the phone, “Still being a lil' stress-head huh? Well, if ya need my help, you're gonna have to ask me,”

Annie had always liked to tease Bell, even back when they were roommates. It never did upset Bell, if anything it made her feel closer to Annie. It was her bubbly personality that made her Bell's best friend.

Bell gave a deep sigh before responding with a gentle laugh, “Annie, I need your help, we both know I haven't got anything kinky to wear. I'm not you,”

Bell was already smiling again as she spoke, with her fingers playing with her hair.

“Hey, whatcha mean? You make me sound like I'm all naughty or something.”

“Yep... Can't keep your secrets from me, hun, known you far too long,” Bell couldn't help but giggle.

It wasn't a well-hidden secret. Annie had always been open about her sex life, she was who she was and didn't care who knew. And she was a kinky minx with a body to match, at least Bell had always thought so.

Annie's voice softened, “My place, 7:30. I'll get us some dinner, some bad wine and... Well, I've already brought something cute for ya, that I think you'll like. See ya later,” without waiting for Bell to reply, she hung up. They both knew Bell would be there.

Bell threw herself backwards over the bed with relief, countless outfits had been flung with frustration over the bed all around her. Annie to the rescue, as always. She turned to her clock, it was still 5.30 pm. Plenty of time to get ready. Best stop by the bank as well, need to pay her back, even if Annie always refused to take it.

It didn't take Bell long this time to get ready. Before setting off she flashed her bright blue eyes and checked her make-up in the rearview mirror. She looked nice, maybe a little too nice. It was just a visit with a close friend after all but she always tried to make herself look her best around Annie.

Sadly, that was part of the reason she split with Jasmine - too much jealousy and one too many heated arguments. With her high-waist black skirt, hugging her subtle curves and a cute low-cut blouse, with just a touch of her bra showing, she thought she had succeeded in looking sexy for her friendly 'date'.

She knocked on Annie's door and opened it some as she walked in. Annie always left it unlocked when she was coming around. Bell smiled as she entered the familiar surroundings, calling out to Annie. Before long she was greeted by the tall buxom brunette, emphatically throwing her arms around her and pulling her in tight. Her vanilla-scented shampoo caught in Bell's nostrils during their embrace.

They gossiped together on the sofa while sipping wine in front of the fireplace. Bell caught herself thinking how sexy Annie looked, as the light from the flames danced over her porcelain skin. It had been a wonderful night. However, after dinner the part that Bell was actually nervous about loomed.

“So anyway... About what we spoke about on the phone,” Bell started sheepishly, looking anywhere but into Annie's eyes, “You said you got me something to wear tomorrow?"

“Sure did. Come on, I'll help you try it on,” Annie brushed a loose lock of Bell's hair behind her ear as she answered. Then took Bell's hand and pulled her to her feet.

“What here? Now?” Usually, trying on clothes with Annie wouldn't concern her but this was different. She'd never worn anything she considered kinky before, let alone what was kinky by Annie's standards. What made it worst was, she knew how important it was to Annie and didn't want to upset her, if she felt awkward while wearing what was brought to her. Couldn't she try it on when she got home when she could get used to wearing it a bit, before having to wear it in public?

“Yeah, we really should try it on here,” Annie spoke, as a gentle smile broke across her face showing off her little dimples. She stepped closer, their bodies pressed one to another, causing Bell's heart to race a bit and her cheeks to turn flush.

“You're gonna need some help getting into it," Annie continued, "Just the first time. After that y'all good.”

Annie didn't leave much of a choice for Bell. She simply took the wine glasses that they had been sipping and started to head towards her bedroom. Her butt swayed as she walked, the same way it always did. The way that made Bell have that silly crush on her years earlier. Fidgeting with her hair, Bell followed Annie into her bedroom. 

'What did she get me to wear?' she was equal parts nervous and excited for the grand reveal. Well, probably more nervous.

Annie beckoned Bell into the room as she sat down on the bed. She couldn't help but notice the four straps at each corner of the bed. The room was cosy, with an overly filled bookshelf covering the far wall, and a few more stacks of books hidden in the corner as moonlight flooded the room from a double-panel window. A single full-body-length mirror stood beside a wooden dressing table. It always seemed so neat in there but never in an excessive way.

As Bell saw her reflection in the mirror, she saw her rosy cheeks highlighting her freckles. How she would do anything to be able to control those blushing cheeks. She ran her fingers along a leather flogger Annie had left out on a counter and then wondered who was doing the flogging. Annie or some mysterious person, her bestie had yet to tell her about. Surely Annie wasn't flogging herself. Even if Annie might enjoy that, Bell simply couldn't envision a scenario where Annie couldn't find a partner.

“Well! Come on girl. Just the two of us here,” Annie said with a wink, “Gonna be even harder to try on what I've got ya unless you start stripping and show me whatcha got.”

She sat on the end of the bed, in front of Bell, as she hurried her along. Annie looked beautiful with the moonlight highlighting her curves. She wore a white crop top with a short red ruffle skirt. Bell smiled at Annie's obvious emphasis on the stripping part. 

'There she goes again, my Annie, teasing me again'.

Bell started taking her clothes off and handing them to Annie, she paused looking at herself in the mirror. Standing, bathed in the moonlight, her purple lace lingerie was quite striking.

Bell jumped out of her skin, as she felt delicate fingertips on her hips, slip under the garter that held her matching stockings up. The touch was electric, divine even. Bell was melting into that touch. That spot had always been her greatest weakness. She thought only her past lovers knew that. How did Annie know? That briefest of moments sent her mind racing as goosebumps over her arms betrayed any hopes - despite her best efforts - of hiding her excitement.

“Ooh, cute,” Annie cooed, her fingers running softly down Bell's thigh. She leaned in and whispered slowly, her cool minty breath flowing over Bell's neck, “Was someone hoping to get lucky with me tonight?”

'Wait! what?' Bell panicked 'She's got to be teasing, She's gotta be. There's no way she's seriously asking that. I mean sure when we were roommates. God, yes within a heartbeat back then. But we've been friends for so long now. You're trying to help me meet someone, aren't you? No.. no this is Annie, it's Annie. She's always teasing you, that's why you love her... No! Damn, it!' That's why she's your best friend... But... Fuck why do her fingers have to feel so good? Aargh, get a grip girl! Just calm down.' Bell's mind raced but her heart was racing even faster.

Snap! Bell gasped as she felt the elastic of her garter belt slap against her thighs.

“Hehe, something distracting you dear? You haven't answered my question,” Annie was enjoying this. Of course, she was.

“N...No, just... liked the way it feels,” Bell shrugged trying to appear as though the divine touch hadn't entranced her but she was a poor liar at the best of times. She might not have planned on it but she knew what she said wasn't what her heart wanted at that moment, as that electric touch lingered within her mind.

“You know what I mean Ann? Makes me feel sexy, just needed a confidence boost today is all.” Bell pretended.

“Well, it works, you look sexy in that for sure. Shame really...” Annie paused before giving Bell a friendly pat on her butt along with each word, “Time. To. Lose. It.”

Bell smiled at Annie's compliment. She looked into the mirror and saw Annie sitting on the edge of her bed carefully watching her, cupping her chin within her palms. Bell smiled at the reflection and wiggled her hips, shimmying her panties down her long legs. She began to blush thinking of that touch, which sent shivers through her body.

It felt almost as if she was giving Annie a striptease as she became acutely aware of her friend's gaze. Strangely the thought sort of excited Bell. The stockings followed next, sliding down her legs as she bent forward, her soft bum now on full display. The bra was last to go, as her DD-cups dropped just a little more than they once did.

As Bell stood naked she found herself mimicking that electric touch herself as she chewed her lower lip. Freezing when she remembered the eyes behind her.

'She couldn't have noticed that; could she?' Bell couldn't bear to turn around and check.

Annie sauntered over to her, wrapped her arms around her and held her tightly from behind. She placed an affectionate kiss on Bell's cheek. Her perfume was still the same as always, the same one Bell always stole when they were flat-mates.

Annie held out a can: 'Body-Glide 2000.' Bell looked puzzled at it. 'What was she up to?' Before she had a chance to ponder it further, Annie had dropped down. She pressed some of the lubricant into her hands and softly massaged Bell's supple skin, rubbing the warm substance into her thighs. Which left a pleasant tingling sensation on Bell's skin. Or were Annie's fingers the culprit of those sensations?

“Mmmm,” Bell quickly gasped as she tried to reclaim the quiet moan that escaped her lips before it got too far away from her.

She looked quickly into the mirror trying to see if Annie had noticed. It was too hard to tell with her focusing on massaging her legs with the lubricant. But she could have sworn she heard her giggle in response to her moan. Eventually, Bell was able to ask Annie what she was doing.

“Your clothes, Pet,” Annie responded nonchalantly as if it was such an obvious thing to know.

“Oh ok,” Bell replied focussed on keeping her moans deep within her as her flush chest rose and fell with each increasingly aroused breath. Annie moved up to her inner thighs, her thumb softly caressing Bell as she worked.

'Wait... Did she call me Pet?' Bell's thoughts caught up with her. That had never been a nickname she had used before. Bell shook her head deciding it was just her imagination or maybe she misheard Annie. She took a deep breath steadying herself before speaking again.

“What d... Do you mean my clothes?” She asked probing for more details, wincing at her stutter knowing that her exhilaration was all too clear in her voice.

“You'll want to apply this all over and be sure to apply it to the inside of the garments too. Don't worry, Pet. I gotcha a couple of cans just in case,” Annie replied, her fingers now teasing the dressing aid into Bell's back and breast.

Bell's thoughts fell again on Annie's choice of words. It was there again, she was calling her 'Pet.'

She could feel each nipple stiffening as Annie's fingers one by one rolled over them, leaving the silken mixture of the lubricant over them. Once; it felt so nice. Twice; Bell couldn't stop herself from snuggling into Annie more. Again her nipples were caressed, 

Oh, don't stop. Not now.' 

Annie effortlessly turned Bell, with a single finger gently placed on her shoulder, and took her foot in hand. Annie knelt and worked a black latex stocking, with a pink frill around the hem, along Bell's leg. Annie was smiling, delighting in every second of Bell's lustful embarrassment. As she carefully worked out the creases while sliding the stocking on, she placed soft kisses along Bell's thigh.

Each caress and kiss sent shivers through her soul. Bell almost forgot to breathe as she looked down, Annie's head was right next to her mound. She could practically feel her hair against her outer lips. At that very moment, Bell became painfully away of how wet she had become.

'Oh fuck. She's going to be able to tell.' Bell was sure of it now, she was being tormented by a demoness.

When Annie moved over to her other leg, her hand trailed along Bell's trembling skin, fingers passed through her trimmed bush and caused her to almost lose her balance. She couldn't stop herself from moaning again, this time much louder. No hiding that one.

Bell panicked as she looked at the door even the window. Could she just run away? Hide for a year? Would that be long enough? Maybe two? Should she move country while she's at it?

“Hehe, don't worry it's normal,” Annie reassured her, revelling in Bell's sweet embarrassment, “Shoulda seen me the first time I wore latex. Though I don't moan quite as cute as you.”

'Yeah? That's because you didn't have someone tormenting you with magical fingers your first time. Damn, why do they feel so good?' Bell kept those thoughts inside.

However, she found her panic abate and even began to enjoy the snug feel of the thin material. Her moans were becoming more pronounced. Did she still have to hide them? As the last stocking was almost pulled on fully, Bell closed her eyes and began to rub her thighs together. To Bell's surprise, that act earned her a spank, as Annie's hand slapped her butt, causing ripples of pleasure through her.

“Naughty, Pet,” Annie giggled, “Not time for that yet.”

Was there going to be a time for it? Bell wondered. Or more accurately hoped. She was already having fantasies about things so deeply hidden, she hadn't known about them herself. Each naughty scene teased out by a side of Annie that she had always known about but never saw herself. Well, not until tonight anyway. As the fantasies flashed through her mind they all had the same brunette calling her Pet.

“S...Sorry Ann...” Bell stuttered before being cut off mid-sentence.

“Miss,” another spank, firmer this time, left a pleasant sting across her right cheek. Annie continued as her fingers traced delicately over her now pink bum, “You'll address me as Miss from now on, Pet.”

Bell's knees trembled as her submissive lust built. All she could think about were those devilish hands of Annie that held such control over her. She wanted to fall to her knee and play with herself. No longer beholden by her inhibitions of doing such an act in front of Annie. What worried her the most however was that she hoped 'Miss' would demand it of her.

“Ahh, Sorry... Miss,” The trembling girl managed.

She felt a latex garter belt placed around her waist and clipped carefully to her stockings. This time the colours were reversed, being mainly pink with the trim being black, blending seamlessly into the sleek stockings. Bell's hands shivered as they slowly moved closer to her mound, the heat must have been radiating off her at this point.

Annie stood up. Placed a finger under her chin and lifted the moaning girl's gaze to her own passion-filled eyes. Her other hand rested on Bell's breast, the thumb gently flicking across her erect nipple. Annie smirked as she played with her captive.

“Am I going to have to tie you up to finish dressing you, Pet? Or are you gonna control those hands of yours?” Annie spoke with a filthy glee that Bell had never before heard from her.

As her heart screamed 'Yes', she quickly shook her head and whispered, “No An...Miss, I'll control them.”

Her correction in referring to Annie as Miss earned her a reward. As Annie leant down and took her nipple into her warm ruby lips. She kissed them so softly. Bell's head rolled back, her mouth fell open as each aroused breath escaped. Annie's teeth slowly rolled along her areola, then gave her a soft nibble.

With some of the ruby lipstick left on Bell's nipple, Annie turned her to face the mirror and fetched another piece for the new Kinkster's outfit. This was the first time she had looked to see what the outfit looked like on her. She liked it, Sure it was just the girdle and stockings but it was nice. But was it just because of how Annie made her feel?

Bell let out a silent moan as she looked down at her reflection, a small strand of desire trickled out from her inner lips, trembling as much as her body did. She got spanked the last time she reached down there and even when she rubbed her thighs together, Annie had told her off. She couldn't do anything but leave it there. Shamelessly announcing her lust to her new 'Miss'.

Her thoughts returned to the temptress as Annie appeared again. She placed another latex garment at her feet and allowed her Pet to step into it before, wiggling it up her tender body. As the garment unfolded and hugged Bell's body it took the skin-tight form of a black latex pencil dress, with pink peplums trailing out on the sides, which made her hips look a little wider and her waist a little thinner.

The dress cut off just above the stockings, which left a glimpse of skin between them and rose seamlessly to her bust. It fitted so snugly, her puffy nipples could clearly be seen beneath the latex. But maybe that said more about her condition than the dress. It was strange, she was more covered than some of the outfits she had tried on earlier, even some clothes she normally wore. But, she felt more naked in this than anything else. Yet, her body was screaming for more.

Annie's hands reached around her Pet, gliding over her thighs. The latex was amplifying every touch and making it impossible for Bell to think of something other than Annie. While Bell wrestled with her lust. Annie placed one hand on her breast caressing it through Bell's dress. Then ever so slowly ran her tongue along Bell's neck up to her ear and whispered as she nibbled her ear lobe.

“Last item, Pet. Close your eyes.”

Bell was far beyond being able to formulate words at this point, she mouthed them but nothing came out. She simply nodded meekly and closed her eyes. In the dark she bit her lips, tasting the strawberry lipstick she had on. She could hear Annie's heels clicking steadily on the wooden floor, each one heightening her desires. Eagerly waiting, even needing them to come closer.

She wanted more of Annie, of whatever this was and wherever it was leading to. The clicks slowed down, she must have gotten the last piece, Bell somehow reasoned in her lust-addled mind. The steady clicks started again growing louder and closer.

Click. Click. Click.

She was in front of Bell, and that's where she stopped, then nothing. Until it was anything but nothing.

Bell felt it and knew exactly what it was, her dress lifted just enough so Annie's tongue could press against her folds. Annie's tongue! The girl she had known for years. The same one she wanted so badly all those years ago. Her Best friend Annie was licking her pussy. No, no that wasn't right. It wasn't Annie, not any more, it was Miss. And her Pet was already addicted to her.

Bell placed her hands on Annie's shoulders trying to keep balance as each teasing lick removed yet another ounce of restraint until she was like clay in the sculptor's hands. A soft kiss on her mound. A slight nibble of her outer lips, pulling them away until they 'popped' from the trickster's lips. Even a bite high on her inner thigh, leaving a faint mark to remember it by. Every second was bliss, as the tongue danced like a ballerina across the greatest stage on earth, with all the grace and passion such a festival affords.

Annie licked a couple of fingers and gently pressed them within Bell, her lips happily parted and squeezed the fingers as they entered her. She had curled her fingers towards herself as the pads of her fingertip rested on the rougher surface of her G-spot. She leant in kissing Bell's clit and sucked against her bud, inviting her out from her hiding place.

Her tongue wouldn't relent as her fingers, slick with Bell's juices, applied just enough pressure to her G-spot while moving in a small circle. Bell could feel it, her body was taking over and her pelvic muscles tightened.

'Oh God, it feels so good, I have to. But I don't want it to end.' Bell's libido was getting out of control.

She had always enjoyed someone's tongue on her clit, but she couldn't think of anyone as talented as Annie was. She gasped deeply as her body shuddered. Her fingers clung tightly onto the brunette's locks as if everything could slip away if she foolishly let go.

She felt Annie reaching up, her hand gliding over the latex tightly hugging Bell's tummy. Then further over her cleavage kneading her breast softly. The room filled with a chorus of latex shifting against itself as well as the devilish sounds of Annie's tongue, with the Pet's desperate groans providing the sweetest of overtones.

Bell couldn't resist any more, her best friend was about to make her cum. Then...

Tap.

The Pet gasped as the tongue left her at the very last hurdle, one more lick was all it would have taken. But she was left wanting. As a light slap from the devil landed on her clit and two slick fingers were slowly withdrawn from Bell's pulsating flower.

Annie ran her tongue across Bell's thigh as she slid her black latex panties over her engorged lips. She could feel the material hugging her wet pussy, that alone was almost enough to send the poor girl over into ecstasy. Annie gave her one final kiss on top of the latex, which covered her throbbing clit.

“If you want me to finish that Pet, then I guess you'll be wearing this tomorrow at my side, won't you?” She rose to place her finger on Bell's chin once more before continuing. “And no cumming when you get home.”

“Ahhh ye... y...” Bell gave up trying to speak. How could she after that? And just nodded with a pleading look in her eyes. Her lower lip quivered between her teeth.

The pleading was answered by a smirk and a shake of her head, as Annie whispered, “Afterwards, Pet.”

Annie took the store bag and dropped a note in it, along with the half-empty can of lubricant then placed the bag beside Bell's normal clothes. Clothes that once seemed sexy to Bell now seemed mundane. Finally, the She-Devil relinquished her prey and sat on the end of her bed, somehow looking innocent and sweet once more.

“You look beautiful,” She complimented her masterpiece, “Think you'll be able to get it all on by yourself tomorrow?”

Bell quickly nodded, she must have seemed as though she was in shock. Maybe she was. It all happened so fast and Annie had never done anything like that before with her. She hadn't even hinted at doing those sorts of things with Bell. For the rest of the night, the two girls cuddled.

Once Bell had regained some composure, Annie explained some of the basics for taking care of latex and promised to answer any questions she might have. Bell may have been nervous about wearing what Annie had chosen beforehand but now that she was in it, Bell loved the feel of the soft material that snugly showed her natural body off. Every soft squeak of the latex brought a smile.

However, the night was almost gone so Annie helped Bell out of the new dress and back into her normal clothes, she folded the outfit, giggling at the state of the panties and placed them into the store bag from before.

Bell was driven home in her car by Annie. She didn't trust Bell to drive in the condition she was in and Annie could easily get a cab back to hers. On the way home, Bell clutched the bag close to her chest, her body still tingling. The night would be a memory she would never forget. One she would think about when all alone, with no one to interrupt her.

She wished she dared to ask what had been on her mind, but once more, simple words eluded her.

'What are we now?' She whispered in her mind, 'Friends? Lovers? Fuck-buddies? What?' She kept the thoughts painfully inside as the car stopped on her driveway. She wished Annie goodnight with a long kiss before she left to catch a cab home.

Bell ran upstairs to her bedroom as soon as the front door was shut, not even remembering to lock the front door in her rush. She placed the bag on the bedside cabinet and then fumbled through her drawer for her vibrator. As she turned it on and wiggled her skirt up past her waist she lay down on her bed. Her fingers brushed across her outer lips still damp from Annie's teasing and then remembered the words spoken to her earlier.

“No cumming when you get home,” those were the cruel words the Mistress had spoken That now bound her from exquisite release. The words that somehow teased a moan from her desperate lips. She put the vibrator down. Not fully understanding why it had become so important to her, she did what Annie told her.

Later Bell lay, in her lingerie, on the bed hugging her pillow trying to recall Annie's fragrance. Then her mind turned to the note Annie had put in the bag. She stumbled out of bed, curiosity winning her over. Peering into the bag, the sight of the black and pink latex within sent ecstatic chills throughout her body. Both for the memories of that night but undeniably also for the anticipation of tomorrow, even future nights she hoped. She fished out the note and read it carefully then smiled to herself.

“If you want this to continue, Pet. Ring me tomorrow at 12:30 on your lunch break. Not a second later,” the note read, with an imprint of Annie's kiss on it with her deep ruby lipstick.

She bit her lips as she lay back on her bed and spoke to herself, “There's no way I want this to end, Miss.”

Bell woke in a daze, the morning sun shining through the blinds on her body, she was on auto-pilot, getting ready for work as if everything was normal. Blissfully ignorant of the looming memories from the night before. While she did her makeup, she accidentally knocked that bag over, spilling the content over the table.

All the memories came rushing back at once, it woke her up better than any amount of coffee could do. Her new Mistress had brought her to the brink of sanity and the more she thought about it the more she realised how easily Annie had done it. She smiled as her hand covertly crept down her body and traced over her pussy.

“Not now. Need to get ready for work,” she nibbled her lips as the true reason was kept in her heart, locked up in case anyone learnt her secret, 'Not now. Not without, Miss.'

Her work was as boring as always, with the same tedious routine in the same bland offices. She worked as an administrator at a local business, filing away records and making sure there were copies of anything that might be needed for the business. Bell knew her job wasn't exciting, but the people were nice and the pay was good, plus it allowed her time to think about things like, what she really wanted to do in life, or more importantly, today, how much longer before she gets to ring Miss Annie. Was it just to discuss the convention?

The ringtone rang, once, twice, three times...

'Oh, don't keep me waiting, Miss'. Bell checked the time, fearing she lost track of it and was somehow too late. Only, 12:21, she was still early, but she couldn't have waited any longer.

She wanted to hear her again. Finally, on the seventh or maybe the eighth ring Bell heard that sweet voice.

“Heya, glad you called... So have you been good, Pet?”, the teasing voice made Bell lean back against the wall outside her office smiling like a school-girl in love for the first time.

Bell replied with a simple affirmative 'Mhmm' before thinking maybe she needs to say more. “I mean yes, Miss,” She had to whisper that last word, just in case anyone heard her.

“Hehe. Good, go to your office, if someone is there, go to the restroom or somewhere private indoors. Call me back when you're there,” Annie said with such confidence, it never occurred to Bell that she could simply say, no. Surely she wasn't so far gone after just one steamy night that she would do anything Annie asked.

Moments later, Bell found herself alone in the restroom there had been someone in the office when she looked there. She rang Annie again, there wasn't as much delay this time. But each ring still sent her heart racing. When she answered, quickly Bell quickly understood why she needed to be alone.

“Two fingers,” was the greeting Bell got.

She saw her eyes widen reflected in the mirrors and then almost ran to lock herself in a stall. Before licking her fingertips and sliding them down under the elastic of her lingerie. She gently pressed them against her clit in a small figure eight. She had wished it had been Annie's tongue of course. It wasn't long however before she softly moaned Annie's name down the phone and listened to teasing giggles reply.

Annie instructed her Pet on how she wanted her to play with herself. Bell leaned against the side of the stall, slowly humping her fingers that teased her clit. Her panties had long since dropped to her ankles, letting her move her fingers to the exact position where Annie desired them. It felt so good but it was nothing like the delectable touches of her Mistress. She whimpered into the phone.

“Hehe already struggling, Pet?" Annie replied, her voice thick with lust, "Got something for ya,”

Bell's phone vibrated in her hand. She checked the phone and saw a single message from Annie. She gasped in disbelief as the message opened and she saw herself in the latex dress from the night before. Bell could see herself biting her lips, cheeks flush with wonderous lust while under the watchful care of Annie.

'When did she even take this?'

It didn't matter long, the floodgates of her memories were already shattered. She let out a long sigh as her fingers slipped in. A soft moan rolled off her tongue only for her and her Mistress' ears. She imagined how Annie had used her fingers last night and tried to replicate them. She had started singing a naughty melody in a place that she never expected to. All while her fingers squelched deep within. Her body suddenly tensed.

“Ahh... Mmm please, Miss, may I ple...” She jumped, quickly cutting off the question she desperately needed to ask as she heard the restroom door open and a sink turn on.

She wasn't alone any longer.

Annie had already figured out her predicament, maybe even counted on it. Her voice came slow and clear. It wasn't threatening but at the same time, it certainly wasn't a suggestion.

“Keep going, Pet. Faster. Oh, and if you can't ask me that question, then of course the answer is no.”

Bell bit her lips, she couldn't be found like this, but her fingers obeyed Annie rather than sense. She was doing her best to hide her moans, but she felt them bursting to escape. Was she getting more turned on because she wasn't alone any more? Bell started hearing a noise she hadn't expected from the phone: moans much clearer than hers and unashamed, Annie's moans.

'She's playing with herself while listening to me.' Bell thought biting her lips.

“Ah! If.. you can't keep quiet any more, Pet... Mmm,” Miss spoke, still sounding in charge despite her arousal, “Then you'll need to find a gag for yourself.”

Bell looked around, there wasn't anything where she was. Her eyes rolled back as her fingers find just the right spot. Her fingers almost felt like Annie's now. It took everything she had to not scream at the person on the other side of the stall to get out. She breathed heavily as she looked down.

'Maybe... That might work.' She couldn't believe what was going through her mind but she reached down and stepped out the panties around her ankles.

There was a wet patch from her day's frustration, hesitantly she balled the pair up and pressed them within her mouth, biting down hard on them. Not a moment too soon either, it was getting too hard to remain quiet.

Annie was getting more excited as well. Her purring grew faster, demanding Bell to follow her pace. Her secret surely would have been revealed if she hadn't gagged herself. As soon as she heard the restroom door open and close once more she let out a long groan. Not even considering the possibility it was yet another intruder on her second - albeit - unusual date.

She listened as Annie came loudly on the other end of the phone. She needed relief as well. She couldn't hold back much more. Bell fumbled with her phone and amidst her lust took a selfie of herself masturbating, with some fabric hanging out her mouth making it clear what she had chosen to gag herself with. She messaged it to Annie followed by a simple plea.

“Please Mistress let me cum too?”

A moment later the one-word answer came over the phone, cutting through Bell's moaning and the rustling of her clothes.

“Stop,” silence fell, except for an evil giggle from Annie.

Bell couldn't believe it, Annie made her do that, in public at work and then tells her to stop. 

'And why the hell is my hand obeying her!?'

 She couldn't help it no matter how much she yearned for release. She couldn't bring herself to disobey Annie. It was starting to feel like Annie controlling her was bringing even more pleasure than her eventual climax could ever do.

“Good, Pet. Be at mine by 6 pm. It'll take a while to get to the event,” unlike Bell, Annie's breathing had calmed since her orgasm. She continued contently, “Maybe if ya really good I'll give you another gift.”

With that, Annie hung up. Bell rested her head against the stall wall, her panties finally falling from her mouth as she lets out a lustful moan, clear for anyone to hear. No responses, no gasps of astonishment or cries of disbelief from the other side of the stall. She had somehow got away with it. But now she was left horny for the rest of the working day.

Gradually she gathered herself together and slowly made her way back to civilized life. But she knew that she was Miss Annie's little Pet, and in around five more hours she would stand at her Mistress' door and enter her world again.

The horny Pet could barely wait to be there once more.