She held onto the shower’s curtain rail and closed her eyes. Lauren extended her middle finger and ran it along the length of her slit. It felt wond...erful to touch it at last, and she put her hand on Nikki’s neck and pulled her closer. She brushed her lips against her friend’s as gently as possible, delighted that there was no resistance at all. Slowly, Lauren introduced a finger into her vagina, but found the angle awkward. She settled for simply rubbing her fingers from Nikki’s clitoris down. S: Hi!Me: Hi, how are you?S: Good. You?Me: I am good. What’s up?S: I need to talk to you. Hope you are alone.Me: Yeah I am. Go ahead.S: After our meeting, I thought a lot about that. I am also in need of money and I wish you can help me.Me: Sure. You can ask me anytime. How much do you need?S: I am looking for a regular amount, i.e. every month.Me: What are you saying? Are you trying to blackmail me?S: No I don’t do that. I am talking to you in a business prospect. I just want the money the way. .. I am faithful, chastised, and enjoy serving my wife and some of her lovers in every way. She fucks whoever she wants with my consent, and although she does enjoy the odd one-off, usually sticks to her stable of regular studs.Which is how I came to be in my present situation - I am sitting on a padded red leather chair in the corner of our marital bedroom, my perfectly shaved legs bound by leather ankle-binders to the chair legs. My feet are encased in tight-fitting black-leather ballet. I could hear my husband’s voice near the bar, so I headed through that door, still not sure what sort of place I was in.The receptionist ladies – owners? – hadn’t complained about what I was or wasn’t wearing so I assumed it must be alright. Still, I couldn’t help but cover myself with my hands as I went in. The hand between my legs absently gathered up the hem of the slip so I could touch fingers to slit. Wet.I knew my husband was at the bar, talking with someone. Thanking them. Telling them.