1. Nicolette - 2


    Date: 12/24/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Lesbian Sex, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    ankles, and I step out of them. She pulls them to her nose, before folding them and placing them on top of my clothing, piled on the table. Liz leads me over to another table that has several different types of clothing. We start with bras and panties. Then she shows me several different blouses and skirt combinations. I try them all on and show them off to Rachel, who sits quietly observing us. When we have picked out several of the items for work and casual wear, Rachel asks about some play oriented clothing. Liz jumps to another rack of things that she has already retrieved, and holds some things up for us to look at. Rachel picks out a rather severe corset and leather skirt combination and asks me to model it. I slip into the skirt rather easily but require Liz’s help for the corset. I love the feel of it tightening around my waist. It accentuates my hips and makes my breasts more pronounced. With the little breasts that I have, any help I can get would be appreciated. When Liz has finished lacing me up, we head over to Rachel and show her the results. “Oh Nicolette, you look good enough to eat!” I blush at her remarks, “Thank you Mrs. Boroughs.” She frowns, “If you call me Mrs. Boroughs again, I will give a lesson you won’t soon forget. Now you will call me Ma’am or Mistress. Is that understood?” “Yes Ma’am, I’m sorry, you have been so nice and so giving. I don’t want you to be upset with me,” my eyes fall to the floor. “Dear, I’m not upset with you. It’s just that I ...
    don’t like having to correct you more than once or twice. If you’re going to be my personal assistant, you will have to anticipate my needs. You won’t be allowed much of a learning curve.” “Yes Ma’am.” Liz helps me try on some other things, all of which Rachel purchases. When we were ready to leave, Liz removes her collar, and gets dressed. She e****ts us to the door and kisses us both on the cheeks again. I like her, she is bubbly and kind. I look forward to seeing her again at the club sometime. Chapter Two Our driver takes us over to a restaurant and we get a table outside, along the street. It’s a French place, and the outside table reminds me of home. I haven’t been back in several years. I miss it sometimes. One day I want to go back and show everyone who thought it was a terrible idea to move to America, that I made it. That I am a successful business woman. Rachel and I sit next to each other. A nice younger man takes our drink order, as she asks me about myself. I tell her I was born in rural France, in Roquevaire, not too far from the coastal town of Marseille. My father was an organ keeper, and my Mother was a musician. “When was the last time you saw your parents?” “They were both killed about 5 years ago in a car crash. I only had 3 months before finishing prep school. I left and came to America to study, using the money they had left me.” “Oh dear,” she takes my hand in hers. “I’m so sorry, forgive me for bringing such bad memories up. I’m sure they would be proud ...
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