Once inside, they turned to me. Michael put his arm around Kathie’s shoulder and said, "Lana, take a shower. We’ll do the same in our bathroom."
Kathie looked at me through half-closed eyes, leaned against Michael and added, "Be quick about it and I want you wearing red lipstick and blue eye shadow, lots of it."
I quivered inside.
"Don’t just stand there," said Michael smoothly, grinning. "Get in the shower and put on what you find on your bed."
I felt frightened and excited. Somehow, I knew that if I went along, I would never be the same. They were sexy and strong and I wanted them to have me. I trusted them.
Without a word, I went to the hall bathroom, stripped off my clothes, looked at my face, covered with road dirt and sweat, in the mirror and said to convince myself that this was the right thing to do, "Lana, this is going to be good."
The cool water felt good against my hot skin. I want them to take me all the way, I thought as I watched my nipples harden under the stinging spray. I covered my body with liquid moisturizing soap, using a natural sponge, paying special attention to my crotch, from front to back. I couldn’t help but circle my sensitive clitoris with a soapy finger and think about Michael and Kathie touching and caressing my naked body for their pleasure. I almost brought myself to orgasm, but decided to deny myself the pleasure, to save it for them.
I dried myself, watching my reflection in the mirror and whispered, "You are their toy." My pussy ached for attention, but another little voice said, "What are you doing? Don’t listen to your pussy. You shouldn’t lose your virginity like this. It should be for love, not lust. Don’t be the slut your father said you were."
I heard them on the other side of the bathroom door and brought myself back from my inner conflict. I combed my hair straight back and covered my lips with scarlet-red lipstick and painted all around my eyes with blue eye shadow. I thickened my eyelashes with black mascara and inspected my face. I looked exaggerated, like the dancers at the club. I liked it. I looked like a slut. My body told the rational little voice, "Lighten up. They’re good friends and wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I want to do what they want. Leave me alone!"
I wrapped the towel around me and saw no sign of them as I crossed the foyer and closed the door to my room behind me.
I gasped, putting my hand to my mouth when I saw what they laid out for me to wear. On the bed were a dog collar, a black thong and a black bikini top that tied in the back and behind the neck. What do I do now, I thought, body and mind, and picked up the collar. Do I let them treat me like an animal? What are they thinking? The smooth, black leather was too thin to be a dog collar and had one big shiny metal ring attached to the middle. The inside was as smooth as the outside and a small label on the inside behind the ring read "front." I put it down on the bed and put on the thong and top.
I thought, what would happen if I don’t put on the collar? Standing back, I studied my reflection in the dresser mirror. The top barely covered my nipples. The thong left my entire ass exposed and only small triangle of material covered my pubic hair. My belly was flat, but not gaunt. My arms and legs were toned, but not muscular, just right. My smooth skin was light brown and flawless. I was gorgeous. I ran the palms of my hands over my curves on the sides of my torso. I thought, would they say no to this?
Again, I held the collar, contemplating the soft leather, the buckle and the smooth, shiny ring in front. I knew Kathie and Michael weren’t your ordinary couple. They went to topless bars and he was a biker who carried himself erect, confident and strong like an ancient warrior. Most other men seemed weak in demeanor compared to him and I noticed the women with those men admire him from the corners of their eyes.
I remembered asking Kathie, when I moved in, if the six-year age difference between her and Michael bothered her and she said, "No. He’s a mature man, not like the boys my age. He knows what women want and need, better than most women do."
"And what is that?" I asked.
She thought for a moment and replied, "To let go and give herself sexually to a strong man who knows her desire to submit to him."
Her answer seemed strange at the time. I thought she meant to have sex whenever he wanted, but holding the collar, I saw that it went deeper than that. The thong, tiny top and the heavy makeup were for his pleasure, but seeing my reflection, dressed for his satisfaction, heightened my desire. They changed my appearance twice today. The first time, they had me dance to show off my body publicly. Now I both feared and anxiously waited for what they had in store for me privately.
Michael showed me his strength through Kathie and, at the end, made it clear he was in control. I remembered his last words to me, "Don’t just stand there. Get in the shower and wear what you find on your bed." I wanted to obey him. I felt the smooth leather of the collar in my hand. I realized that wearing it symbolized what she meant by ‘giving herself sexually… to a strong man… to submit to him.’
I put the collar to my throat and buckled it behind my neck as I watched myself in the mirror. The snug feel of smooth leather around my throat excited and frightened me. It was the only thing I ever put on that made me feel naked. I took it off and, like removing a Halloween mask, I became myself again.
I opened the door to my room, collar in hand, and tiptoed toward the sound of soft music mixed with the aroma of incense that drifted into the foyer from the front room. I turned the corner. The last light of the setting sun filtered in through the narrow slits of the Venetian blinds, exposing the smoke from the sweet incense and leaving the room in semi-darkness. Michael sat, facing me, on the recliner. He wore a leather vest and jeans, nothing else. His thick hair, parted down the middle, reached his strong, tattooed shoulders. At first, I didn’t see Kathie kneeling, sitting on the backs of her feet, back straight, head held high, on his right, also facing me. Except for the collar, she was dressed exactly as I, down to her makeup. She was beautiful.
Michael said, "Lana, kneel." He leaned forward, pointed to a spot directly in front of him, and sat back. The look on his face was neutral and confident as if the possibility of my disobeying didn’t exist.
I looked from Michael to Kathie.
She smiled slightly and nodded.
As weird as this may have looked, it felt right, as if this is what I had been waiting for. I took a deep breath and slowly walked, my eyes riveted on Michael’s, to the spot he pointed out a few feet in front of him and kneeled, copying Kathie’s position.
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