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on. So much so, that it often became difficult to keep his erection contained within the tight sheer fabric. I had him wait in the naughty corner, facing the wall while I prepared for our guest. A glance at the clock showed that I had an hour to kill before Karen’s arrival. That gave me plenty of time for a leisurely bath before I dressed. I also had a few glasses of wine to steady my nerves. An hour was a long time to keep Stu waiting in the naughty corner, so I carried a gift-wrapped box and set the present at his feet to appease him somewhat. I knew Stu was dying to find out what was inside the box. I had dropped clues all day, but I wouldn’t let him peek. He had to wait.
    Karen arrived right on time. I answered the door, first peering through the peephole to make sure the neighbours were not watching, my heart beating wildly in anticipation. Karen looked more anxious than I felt, but then she had placed her trust in my hands. To my surprise, she arrived in denims and T-shirt. I don’t know why that surprised me, or what I had expected her to wear. What does a young woman wear to a pre-arranged sexual encounter? I had put on what I call my ‘bad girl’ outfit   knee-high boots, short leather skirt and a laced leather bodice. I noticed the awe on Karen’s face as she took in my outfit, or maybe it was merely surprise at seeing me in a new light   the ubiquitous business suit I had worn when we first met now neatly stored away in a different compartment of my wardrobe. In truth, I felt a little silly when Karen arrived in denims, but she allayed my fears by telling me how wonderful I looked. Then she leant forward and gently kissed me on the lips. I was   I must say   a little taken aback and I simply stood there, rather tight lipped, until she had finished. I don’t think until that moment I had fully realized the implications of inviting Karen into our private life. I knew the young woman liked me   a lot, it appeared. She had made that plain at our rendezvous. I suppose I must have known the truth about Karen; after all, she had explained her previous experience. Maybe that was the reason why she had agreed to our meeting. It did seem incredibly fortunate that she liked submissive men. Perhaps I had read her wrong completely. Perhaps she simply preferred dominant women.
    I asked Karen if she wouldn’t mind changing into different clothes   for Stu’s sake. For the evening to go as I had planned I wanted Karen to appear – well, like something from hell. I let her have the pick of my play clothes. I must say that once she had changed Karen certainly looked the part, though more like a fallen angel in fishnet stockings and a tight leather skirt. She wore her own top, but it was obvious that she had removed her bra. I reiterated the basic plan, which was for her to humiliate my husband. As I said, Stu got off on that sort of thing, but until that moment, I had been the only person to know. I realised introducing Karen was a huge risk.
    When we were ready, I held Karen’s hand and led her into the living room, pausing in the doorway while she took in the sight of Stu waiting patiently in his naughty corner. I had told Karen all she needed to know about my sexual relationship with my husband. She had listened, but looking at her gaping jaw, I don’t think she truly believed all I had said. Stu is a true submissive. My sex slave   at least on weekends. I watched a blush rise on Karen’s face as she took in the sight of my husband dressed in pink. Karen had such a lovely blush that for a moment I questioned my decision not to have her strip naked.
    ‘Stu, this is Karen, a friend of mine.’
    ‘Hello, Stuart.’
    I could see Stu’s shoulders tense when he realised I wasn’t alone. You could almost see the shivers run along his spine. I resisted making him turn around right away, wanting instead to build the anticipation and tension. I squeezed Karen’s hand, offering her some reassurance. Not that