Part 1
“It’s packed; there are men everywhere. This is not a good idea.”
“Emma, you are there now. It’s time for fun, look around for a guy you would not go near if you had your way.”
“Emma. Answer me.”
“That’s most of the men in here!”
“OK now let your coat open so the guy near you can see your breasts, a little more than normal.”
“It’s bloody boiling in here.”
“Emma, open your coat.”
“Emma, open your coat. Let it hang open.”
“EMMA, talk to me!”
Emma
It’s been a real eye-opener being on this site. To be honest, we had looked around at a few sites and hadn’t been too impressed. A free account and then a look around and I was suddenly getting pictures of random cocks and some quite offensive stuff. A few things were interesting, but then we stumbled upon Lush.
I had once told Eddie we should write about us, or rather, what has happened to us over the last ten years. And after reading a few stories on Lush it seemed OK. That was a few months ago now.
And a few weeks ago, I was chatting online with a lovely chap when I got a message from someone I hadn’t chatted to before. But it was clearly not meant for me.
I messaged back, just saying, 'Sorry, but I think you got the wrong person.' The message was interesting, but I deleted it and went back to my chat.
It was a few minutes later I saw I had another message from the same person.
“But you found that intriguing, didn’t you?”
I had a look at the profile of this mystery messenger. She called herself Mistress Sue and, obviously, the instructions were for one of her girls. It had simply said something about undressing in front of a window so people passing by could see her.
“Well, I’m not sure about that.”
“Why not? Don’t you find the idea horny?”
I thought for a few minutes and then another message.
“The fact you have hesitated means you do, doesn’t it?”
This time I replied immediately, along the lines of I’m not sure, but there is something about showing yourself and I suppose it could be fun. And then she replied.
“So would you strip in a window looking out on to the street?” And suddenly I find myself in a full chat.
“Not at my house. I’ve done something similar in a hotel,” and I giggled to myself.
That had been fun. Eddie had pressed me against the window and fucked me from behind. I had just returned from being fucked by two guys in a room a few doors down the corridor.
“Lights on, curtain open and pressed against the glass?” I replied.
“See, it’s more fun if you do it at home a total stranger seeing you strip and you knowing the front door is on the latch.”
“Ha, but that’s not going to happen. Imagine it would be fun.”
“So, you are a close the curtains when you’re in the bedroom and changing or stripping for a shower.” I now realise this was bait. And I took it.
“Oh no. We both walk around naked, but no-one can really see us.” To be honest, this is not something I’d really thought about.
“Try it at home leave curtains and nets pulled back in a room where you would be seen, and go in that window strip you don’t have to look to see if you're being watched. Then back to me and tell me if it made you wet. Knowing someone might have seen you.”
I didn’t reply. Instead, I just looked in amazement at the message. I wonder.
“And even now it’s ticking over in your mind, about how wet it might make you.”
Quite true, but I needed her to stop this, so I thought I’d change the subject.
“Ha. We’ll see. Does showing your foxtail to the Amazon delivery man count? I was wearing it at the time.” Ok, I thought, if that doesn’t change the subject nothing will, but then, almost immediately, I regretted telling her this.
“Did you open the door with nothing else on?”
Oh, bloody hell. That had been funny. Eddie and I were planning to go to a sexy party. It was fancy dress and we had decided that I would go as a fox and Eddie as the hound. So, he had bought me an anal plug foxtail, and a set of fluffy ears with furry gloves and ankle bands. That would be it. Nothing else. And though I say so myself, I did look rather cute. So, I had put this on, and in, and was waiting for Eddie to come home.
And when the doorbell rang, I had run to the door but just before I opened it, I glanced at the door monitor on the table and saw it was the delivery man. So, I whipped off the ears and gloves and threw them behind the door.
“Initially yes, as I thought it was Eddie. I ducked behind the door as I opened it but he handed me a big parcel, so I took it and walked over to the table.” I couldn’t help giggling about it, and still do, every time the doorbell rings.
“And did he comment?”
“No, he was speechless, mouth open, it was funny and very horny.” I naively thought that’s that, but no.
“So how often do you have Amazon drivers call?”
“Too often according to Eddie.”
“So, a couple of times a week?”
“Yes.”
“So, you know when they are due why not strip, put your tail in, and open the door full face naked to the driver.” I had to laugh. I had walked right into that one. I thought this was the time to say goodbye.
“Ha. I’ll give it some thought. I’ve got to go now, I’ll let you know if I do. Bye for now X”
And then finally her last message. “Emma, add me as a friend and, baby, do it. Don’t think about it. Do it.” And I logged out, but not before I sent the friend invitation.
Eddie was surprised but also intrigued. We were snuggled up in bed, and we went through the messages again. It was something we had never talked about. In fact, he thought the idea I had a submissive side to me was a bit of a shock. He thought the most submissive thing I had ever done was allow him to strip me in front of other men and then hold me as they helped themselves. But even then, I would eventually take control. And he was right, but here I was thinking this might be fun.
Eventually, we agreed to give it a try. I could always so no, and that would be that. And when he slipped his hand in between my cheeks and I opened my legs, he found my pussy was hot and wet and we made love.
Eddie
Submissive Emma! I don’t think so. But the fact that she was actually thinking about it was interesting. Of course, we had joined Lush for exactly this, to learn what else is out there, and things that we would not have even thought about, let alone try.
So, we decided to give it a go. Now, I know Emma. If she decides to do something, and we have agreed that she can, she will give it her best, so I was looking forward to seeing how things panned out. And we both agreed our basic rules still apply.
We were both working the following day, but Emma messaged me mid-afternoon to say she was home and was just finishing some notes. And she asked me to be home soon, as this mysterious woman had messaged her.
When I got home, Emma was waiting and pulled me over to the computer to show me the messages.
“So are you game to play sometime soon?” We both looked at each other. Emma had already replied.
“Still thinking about it. There is something incredibly horny about it.” I smiled at her, and I could see her eyes were alight, and she kissed me.
“Then be mine and have fun with me controlling you. Are you at work?”
“Working from home.”
“Take time off. How long before hubby is home?”
“Next half an hour or so.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“I’m out for the morning, be home in the afternoon.”
“Ok, dress sexy for me I will be about. Tell me that you will obey tomorrow. You are mine now.” I quickly looked at Emma. Her expression was a delight. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the messages.
“We’ll see,” Emma had replied.
“We will see baby, dress nice and sexy for me tomorrow. Let’s have some fun.”
As I turned to look at her, Emma jumped onto my lap and kissed me. But this wasn’t just a kiss, this was an Emma special. Her mouth was warm and wet and she sucked my tongue and my lips and was soon kissing my neck and ears, her long black hair covering us both.
And when she did come up for air, she led me over to the sofa and undressed me.
I might be wrong, but I think she might have found all this rather exciting.
Emma
The morning was a bit of a write-off. I tried to concentrate but all I could think about was the afternoon. What was she going to ask me to do? And will I do it? So many things were going through my mind but what was absolutely evident was that I was so turned on. And that had started as soon as I had woken up and it wasn’t yet mid-day.
In bed, last night, Eddie and I had chatted about the various scenarios, and it was also evident all this turned him on as well. But there were a couple of scenarios which seemed obvious, but we had both agreed they could not happen.
One of these scenarios would break one of our golden rules, namely that no-one involved must know where we live. We had spent the last ten years making sure of our privacy. The other, which was linked to the first one, was that I would not be standing naked at our window with the front door on the latch. I could stand there naked all day and all night; no-one would see me. We live at the end of a cul-de-sac and none of our windows are visible from the road anyway.
So, whatever I was instructed to do, it wasn’t going to happen at home, so I was going to prepare to go out. And just that made me tingle.
It was about 1.30 pm when I got home and as I went upstairs to change, I realised I was excited. I had worn a black jacket and skirt to work and as I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty damn sexy anyway. But I could spice it up a bit more. I quickly removed my blouse and bra and then slipped my skirt off and removed my tights and panties and put on my favourite black stockings and suspenders. I put the jacket back on and then my skirt.
It was when I logged into Lush I began to worry. There was the message.
“Emma, message me when you’re dressed and ready to play.” I think I was shaking when I replied.
“I’m home. Think I’m ready. But that depends, ready for what?” I stood still and waited for her reply.
“Ok. Tell me what you are wearing,” and I did.
“I want you to go for a walk. And you are to get a couple of young lads to follow you home.” Well, that is not going to happen. It took a few messages to convince her but I suddenly found myself thinking of something which she would agree to! There was a scenario which Eddie and I had thought of. It wasn’t that it would be easy, far from it, it had just been something we had thought I could be asked to do. I took a deep breath.
“I was thinking of a trip to a local pub where I am not known.”
It was Cheltenham race week here in the UK. For those of you not in the UK, it is a massive horse racing festival, and the racing is shown in many pubs throughout the country. And the pubs would be full of men.
“Will you be online there?” I knew I would be, but I needed a bit more protection.
“Probably. It’s cold so can I wear my lovely coat.”
“Yes, but it comes off once you’re sat in the pub.” Oh, dear. My jacket had a single button, and I knew the sides of my breasts would be clearly visible. And as for my stockings and suspenders, the shirt was short. I felt sick. I had a moment of panic.
“Could I keep my coat on if I don’t wear my jacket and skirt?” And as soon as I hit send, I regretted it.
“OK but once you are sat down you open it a little.” She said a little. I thought I can get away with that. It’s a lovely big coat, which is buttoned from top to bottom, with the helm well below my knees.
“OK, I’ll try. I need to lock up, I’ll message you when I’m leaving home. Fuck, can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“OK, I will wait here. Tell me when you are leaving.”
I locked up quickly and then stood in the hall looking at the mirror. I took a deep breath and took off my jacket and skirt, as I had been told, and put my coat on, making sure every button was done up. And I quickly messaged Eddie.
“Kings Arms, like we said. I’m leaving now.” And I waited. And within seconds he replied.
“OK. Remember you are in charge. If you want out, you leave. And I can get to you in less than a minute. Love you x.” We have a safety letter. Yes, just one letter. And if he said a minute, he meant sixty seconds, not sixty-one.
“I love you too X.”
“I’m leaving now. It’s a good ten-minute walk. I’ll message you when I get there. I’m as nervous as hell.” That was probably the greatest understatement ever.
As I walked, I was thinking. This had to be the most stupid thing I’ve ever done. But I also realised how exciting this was. Just being nude under my coat gave me the most incredible thrill. My nipples were hard, and the texture of my coat combined with the movement of my breasts was wonderful. And the nearer I got to the pub, the more the butterflies flew. But as I turned the corner, my heart missed a beat and my stomach turned. And I stopped dead.
There, outside the pub, were probably twenty men. They were all smoking with beers in hand, and they blocked the pavement so you could not even see the door. At first, I thought ok, go home Emma. You tried but this isn’t happening. And do I do that? No, and I cannot explain why.
“I’m here. It’s heaving.”
I didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, I took a deep breath, and I pushed my way through and went in. It was packed. But I managed to get within a few yards of the bar and waited. Even in my heels I am at best 5’ 2” and here I was in the middle of a bar, surrounded by men, every one of which was a good deal taller and bigger than me. I checked my phone.