Free Leather and Lace: Part 1 "Have Another Serving of BDSM Bondage" (BDSM Discoveries Series) by Wicked Pleasure Page B

Diane was practiced at heading out to dinner alone. Mark tried his best to make his dinners but often failed. Grabbing a cab Diane headed to the restaurant. Diane sat in the bar and had a few drinks. After fending off a few heavy handed advances Diane took a table and ate a salad. It was nearing ten thirty when Diane paid the bill and climbed into a cab for the lonely trip back to the house.  Walking up the cobblestone path to the front door Diane could see a piece of paper taped to the small window at the top. Diane retrieved the note and tucked it into her pocket and turned the handle. There were no lights on in the house, only a single candle burned on the dining room table.
    The light from the candle made eerie shadows on the pastel walls of the dining room. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and retrieved the note from the front door.
    "Diane, do not turn on any lights, follow the candles for the clues to this mystery. Do as each note commands and you will remember this night forever. If at anytime, you break the rules then the mystery is shattered, and you will find me asleep in our room. Go to the dining room for your first clue. M."
    Diane walked hurriedly to the dining room table. A note was stuck to a candle with a straight pin.
    "You have taken the first step. If you want to know more, go to the garage."
    She drew a deep breath and began easing towards her next destination, the garage. Though the kitchen and linen room, Diane tiptoed like a cat burglar. She was sure he was going to spring from a dark corner and scare the bejesus out of her. Diane was on pins and needles. The door to the garage opened with a long
horror movie
squeak. She never remembered the door making that sound before, but then again she thought, "I have never opened this door so slowly before."
    The garage was, well, a garage. It had never been used for anything more than storage space and play room.
    "The cars longed for chance to sit in its enclosed space on a rainy day,"
    Diane told Mark once, hoping he would clean it up enough for parking. She noticed immediately, it was straightened up. It looked positively empty except for a table in the center of the room with a flickering candle in the middle. Diane took more full strides towards the table and was startled by the loud echoing click her heels made on the concrete. The candle, a note, that's all.
    "If you are here you are following the rules and are in the game all the way now. This is your last chance to turn back. Leave this room and turn on the kitchen light if you don't want to go any further. "
    "Fat chance"
    Diane whispered in the near darkness and read on.
    "Light the other candles and see the choices you have before you"
    "What candles?"
    Diane spoke aloud before noticing at the edge of the table there were in fact three other candles. She took the one and lit the three. As each wax obelisk came to life the room brightened. Diane was startled to see draped on hangers on the wall, four outfits. She hadn't seen any of them before, but was surprised to see they were very similar to ones she already owned or wanted to own. The first was a white lacy thing; a teddy with spaghetti straps, not too sheer, almost wedding night virginal in its style. The second was naughtier. It was almost completely see through, black fishnet material. The third left little to the imagination. Black with red trim, it was cup less with thong back and transparent, and the fourth was, well, the one she chose. Its faux leather gripped her body tightly. The cups held her breasts high and the slits in them allowed her nipples to peak through if she turned the right way. It wasn't the easiest thing to get on, and the snaps at the crotch made it a contortionist dream. Once in it, she felt incredible and incredibly sexy. Diane couldn't help but notice it was more
not there
, than
there
. Open sides and midriff, with small straps connecting the top to the bottom. Diane slipped her heels back on and plucked a