Free Roses and Chains by Delphine Dryden

smirk but just a little something amused.
    Delia had it relatively easy. Mara’s skirt was just tied on, and a single tug at the bow was all it took to release it. It swirled down and around her ankles, leaving her in her underbust and a matching thong, along with strappy black heels. She tried not to fidget, tried not to look nervous as Delia’s slim fingers traced the spaghetti straps over her hips and looked at Master Daniel for permission.
    “The thong too, Sir?”
    He nodded, but said nothing. He didn’t look particularly interested or impressed.
    Mara thought he must be getting better at the control thing every day. And then she
    didn’t think as those same cool, slender fingers tucked themselves under the straps of her panties and pulled them down her legs. One hand clasped her calf gently, coaxing that leg up. Then down and around, off the other leg, and the thong was gone.
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    Nothing but a corset, heels and a whole lot of waxed skin. Mara’s favorite outfit.
    With it came the feeling of delicious, naughty freedom. She was a wanton, and anybody looking at her in this hardly there ensemble would know instantly that she was a needy little slut. Which gave her permission, in her mind, to act like a needy little slut.
    “Pretty,” murmured Delia, making a stroking gesture with her hands over Mara’s
    ribs but not quite touching the lace. Mara felt the heat and thrill as clearly as if she had been touched, felt her nipples and clit start to swell in approval of the goings-on.
    “Delia,” warned Master Daniel.
    Delia snatched her hands behind her back and waited patiently while Mara
    unfastened her jeans. It took both of them to peel the jeans off and they were giggling by the time the process was over, but at last Delia stood in her lingerie, which didn’t include a thong or other underwear of any sort. Just the underbust corset, which in her case came a bit lower on the hips than Mara’s and featured garters. Any good garter
    deserves stockings, and she was also wearing those—very sheer, with lacy, white tops.
    Shocking pink-silk stiletto pumps that Mara thought might be some crazy-expensive
    designer brand.
    “Snow White and Rose Red,” Daniel said again. He sat up and scrutinized them
    both from head to toe and back again. “The story had a prince who’d been magically
    transformed into a bear because a dwarf stole his treasure. The two girls ended up
    killing the dwarf, the bear transformed back into a prince, and of course he ended up marrying one of the girls.”
    “Snow White,” Mara said. “I looked it up too. Sorry, Master.”
    “I’ll add it to your tab, sub. Let’s see, where was I? Oh right. So the story goes, he marries Snow White. Rose Red marries some brother the prince pulls up from
    somewhere, that wasn’t in the story. And they all live happily ever after. But,” he said with a dramatic flourish, “I don’t buy that ending.”
    He got up and walked to the bench as he continued, fussing with the straps and
    smoothing a hand over the long top surface. “I think the prince ended up with both of 63
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    them. Why pick one over the other, when they were both brave enough to help him get
    rid of the dwarf? Okay, who’s first on this thing? Eeny, meeny, miney…oh fuck it.
    Mara, get your ass over here.”
    “Oh! Yes, Master.” Mara had been caught off guard by the sudden shift. She was
    still puzzling out the possibilities of the revised story ending. She liked Master Daniel’s version better than the original, she knew that much at least.
    She liked the spanking horse too. It was big and solid, and felt sturdy enough to
    take anything she did to it. Kicking, screaming, biting. This thing had an air that said it had seen it all before. She climbed atop and straddled it almost reverently.
    “All the way down,” Master Daniel instructed. She pressed her chest and face
    against the padded leather, letting her arms hang down on either side. He must