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A Week in October
Part XVI Angela's Outfit
According to Sharon, Aitken had already called four times looking for a venue and time for tomorrows shoot, leafing through the other messages I threw them on my desk in the passing and headed straight for Sadler's office. I needed some ideas on a location for the shoot and if nothing else Sadler certainly had the contacts, I quite literarily ran into him as I barged into the outer office.
"Ah Ms Holden my wife informs me that Jackson will be collecting you at 12:00pm sharp and driving you and Ms White to view some appropriate attire for Wednesdays ball. "
His wife….. Mistress Elizabeth was his wife. – an idea struck me.
"Oh yes thank you – but what I really came to ask is if it would be possible to use Bayswater Hall as the back drop for the shoot tomorrow."
"Excellent idea my dear – should have thought of that myself – good thinking" " See Ms White for directions etc " and he was gone out into the main office area. Ms White was very accommodating and kept smiling at me as she jotted down the required details.
"The ball should be a hoot" I quipped
"A Hoot! ….. A Hoot!" as the smile drained from her face
"Do you realise how privileged you are even being invited " she frowned " Six months worth of planning goes into this annual ball - trust me when I say its like nothing you have ever before attended." Handing me the details.
"Great – cant wait" almost apologetically " I bet you will be as stunning as you were last night"
"Thank you" as the smile started to re-appear.
Heading back to my desk I passed Emma and Daniel who were, as usual thick as thieves, huddled over Daniels desk they barely looked up as I greeted them which I thought odd given yesterdays events. Sitting down I picked up an A4 manila folder which had mysteriously appeared, opening it up I instantly realised why they hadn't wanted to delay my return to my desk. Photocopy number 1 was of Emma's ass and pussy, number 2 was Daniels's ass and balls and so it went on, they had gotten quite adventurous by the last few, two of Daniels fingers up Emma's ass, Daniels dick in Emma's mouth and finally both squished faces staring out at me. Laughing out loud and looking over at the pair of them, who were by now giggling and smiling up at me, I mouthed back at them "DISGUSTING", they seemed pleased with their efforts.
Arranging the contract photographer, video crew, directors, catering and miscellaneous others saw me through to 11:55am when I eventually called Aitken to arrange for the cars to be delivered and his bimbos to be on-site by 10:00am. Finishing my call I looked up to see Ms White towering over me.
"Jackson is downstairs" as she turned and headed for the main entrance.
Quickly tidying up I threw on my overcoat I chased after her only catching up as we stepped outside onto the street
"Jesus H" I gasped
A uniformed chauffeur, whom I assumed to be Jackson, stood next to the biggest, blackest, damnedest Rolls Royce I had ever set eyes on let alone been a passenger in, all it needed was a white gloved hand waving from the window and union jacks on the wings to complete the majestic picture. As we approached, Jackson, whose complexion was as black and shinny as his charge's, swung the back door open and Ms White jumped into the vast cavern inside. Following her inside I sat in one of the "sofas" inside.
"Isn't this the most wonderful vehicle Stacey"
"It really is amazing Ms White" I agreed
"Elizabeth has such exquisite taste - and please call me Angela outside the office" she smiled.
Pressing the intercom button built into the door Angela spoke to Jackson
"Jackson you know the routine "
"Yes Mistress"
Pulling away from the office building I was surprised by the silence, no road noise , no engine noise just a mild sensation of movement, almost gliding. Gazing through the smoked glass windows I felt almost voyeuristic as I watched the people go bye knowing they could not see me and watching Jackson sitting on the other side of a smoked partition.
"Have you been to Submissions before" Angela asked
"No – is it a boutique or something"
"Oh its much more than that " she smiled " You'll see"
Several minutes later we pulled into a large out of town type supermarket car park, Jackson parked almost as far from the building as was possible.
"Do you need something" I asked puzzled.
Angela did not reply, instead she hoisted up her knee lendth tweed skirt and pulled down her dowdy looking "Bridgette Jones " type panties. Meantime Jackson had left the drivers seat and was approaching the door on Angela's side.
"This damn car makes me so horny"
Jackson entered the rear cab and without instruction or hesitation he closed the door , kneeled in front of Angela's now wide spread legs, unbuttoned his uniform trousers and pulled out a thick black cock. Angela slid forward in the seat and Jackson's already hard cock slid into her easily. Neither spoke for the next five minutes or so as Jackson hammered his cock in and out of her pussy, almost impatiently Angela said
"Come on Jackson harder – I'm not getting there!"
Jackson re-doubled his efforts as a band of sweat started to form on his forehead, glancing at me he lifted his eyebrows as much as to say help me out here. I smiled and much to my surprise reached over and started rubbing Angela's clit. Grinning and nodding Jackson struggled on. Angela had become aware of my manipulations and glanced at me smiling. Three or four minutes later Angela exploded into her orgasm, screaming and shouting, banging against Jackson's chest with clenched fists and practically weeping with joy. Surprisingly within only ten or fifteen seconds Angela slid back in the seat and detached herself from Jackson, left kneeling on the floor with a rock hard cock bouncing in his groin Jackson looked up at Angela with what could only be described as pleading eyes
"That'll be all Jackson"
As she adjusted her clothing and climbed back into her panties, Jackson meanwhile tried hard to stuff his hardon back into his trousers and manoeuvre himself out of the car..
Angela sat up and looked me straight in the eye as if waiting for some judgement on her behaviour.
"You horny old tart" surprisingly without even smiling.
For a moment her expression remained stern and questioning until finally she burst out laughing, hugged me and then grasped both cheeks and kissed me full on the mouth.
Once Jackson had organised himself he drove us out of the car park and headed towards Submissions.
In an area of the city that was largely commercial we pulled up outside a very unassuming darkened front entrance, only a small brass sign engraved in copperplate with the name Submissions revealed we had arrived.
"Can't wait to try on my new outfit" she said excitedly "Hope it's finished"
As we approached the door opened from inside to reveal muscle bound, no necked, bald headed doorman in a DJ and dickie bow.
"Afternoon Mistress Angela" he beamed at us
"Where is Marcus? – is my outfit ready? – go and get him"
"Of course Mistress Angela " as he scuttled of down the dark corridor.
Moments later we were joined by a rather effeminate looking forty something wearing a navy blue velvet jacket and 70's style shirt with the cuffs folded over the outside of the jacket sleeves.
"Well Marcus – have you finished my piece de resistance"
"I have indeed Mistress Angela – come with me"
We followed him into his workshop where the most bizarre collection of materials and outfits hung on racks, the smell of rubber and leather and glue was almost overwhelming and the flashes of silver and gold and sparkling sequins was kaleidoscope like.
"Here we are " he said lifting a bundle of leather and chains from the bench and holding it up to us triumphantly.
Angela started stripping off where she stood, once naked, her and Marcus appeared to wrestle her into the leather and steel contraption. Whoops and squeals of delight fell from her lips and Marcus hummed and hawed in obvious satisfaction. Finally Marcus stood back to admire his work from a distance and Angela turned to me
"Isn't it stunning Darling"
Initially my reaction was its just a belt but the delirious look on her face warranted a kinder approach. Around her waist was a three inch lether belt which widened to a diamond shape the lower peak of which almost touched her pussy while the upper peak almost reached her belly button, several steel hoops were riveted on at various places around the belt which buckled at the rear. In the centre of the diamond a there appeared to removable steel ring with several lengths of chain dangling almost to the floor. Stepping back to the workbench Marcus lifted anther bundle
"Now lets get you dressed" with a big grin.
Holding up a single two inch strip of leather with a buckle at one end it was plain to see two solid steel dildos had been strategically attached to the two foot strip and two lengths of chain hung from the other end.. Disappearing around behind her I assumed Marcus was buckling one end to the back of the belt, returning in front of Angela, Marcus pulled the other end through her legs. Leaning forward he sucked and moistened the end the first, and smaller, of the two dildos and quickly inserted it into Angels ass, the squeals and giggles left me in no doubt that Angela was expecting it. As he grabbed hold of the second dildo which was about seven or eight inches long and at least two to three inches across
"Be careful to put this on the proper way round dear or you're gonna have one sore ass"
They both giggled. Leaning forward again, Marcus moistened the second dildo and inserted it into her pussy and finally he took the two chains and clipped them to steel hoops either side of the belt, both dildos were now held firmly in place .
"Now lets see if those damn springs work ok " said Marcus
Kneeling down in front of Angela he put one finger through a steel loop attached to the bottom of the larger dildo, which I hadn't previously noticed. He pulled and the dildo slide out of her pussy and through the belt, he did the same with the dildo up her ass,
"So far so good" he remarked.
Suddenly he let go and both dildos snapped back into their respective orifices at high speed, Angela gasped in surprise and stood motionless for few seconds before kneeling down and hugging Marcus
"Amazing Marcus – exactly as I had imagined - you are a genius !"
"Good – now lets put it all together!" he replied as they stood up
Marcus called to one of the two rubber clad assistants to fetch the rest of Angela's outfit from the rack, she returned with a pair of thigh length black stiletto boots in the most sumptuous leather and a black peep hole bra in the same material. After slipping into the bra Angela turned to allow the assistant to buckle the back, and additional length of leather was buckled between the bra and the belt. Slipping the boots on Angela, the assistant began lacing the boots all the way up the back, a difficult job given there must have been twenty yards of leather thong in each boot. During this Marcus had lifted a black box from the workbench and sidled over to me smiling, he showed me the box which had a number of switches, buttons and slider controls mounted on it and a small flexible aerial extended to about three inches from one side. Nodding towards Angela he winked at me flicked a switch and pushed one of the buttons
"Jesus" squeaked Angela and froze where she stood.
Marcus pushed the button again, I had no idea what was happening as I followed Angels stare down to her pussy. Again Marcus pushed the button and I watched as the dildo in her pussy suddenly shot out through the belt and back in again. Angela's gaze rose to meet Marcus's smiling face
"Fuck " as the smile spread across her startled face
"Very well" said Marcus as he manoeuvred one of the slider controls to about 25% of capacity.
I watched as the dildo started to slide in and out of Angela's pussy, her eyes widened and her smile broadened
"WOW"
In a single movement Marcus flicked another switch, pushed a button and moved another slider, the other dildo started sliding in and out of her ass, Angela looked over at us with her mouth gaping open. For the next few minutes we all stood in silence as Angela had her pussy and ass slowly fucked by her new outfit, Marcus moved the slider controls further along and the pace of both dildos increased dramatically. With one hand on the workbench to steady herself Angela began gasping at each stroke, her nipples were now hard and protruding through the holes in the bra, her knees splayed and bent slightly as if trying to push against the dildos and her pussy was now glistening with her own juices. Her panting now matched the alternate inward strokes of the dildos and her eyes had started to glaze over when, without warning, Marcus pressed the 'off' button and all movement ceased.
"Shit Marcus – you bastard switch that fucking thing on right now – do you know how close I am"
"Still got lots to do sweetheart – haven't got all day to hang about while you get fucked " he said smiling "You can play all you want tomorrow"
Instructing the assistant to complete the lacing in the boots Marcus walked over to Angela and began to explain that there was a battery pack built into the bra and the remote controlled electromagnets housed in the couplings were controlled remotely by the box in his hand and drew their power from the batteries via a connection in the harness. While explaining this he was connecting light chains from Angela's nipple rings to a small wheel in the centre of the diamond part of the belt, a third similar chain was connected to the gold ring in her clitoral hood and attached to a smaller wheel, all three chains were then adjusted until taught.
"Lets try those " Marcus declared as he lifted the remote control box once more.
Switching the remote control on Marcus turned a knob and the two wheels started to slowly oscillate backwards and forward about 180 degrees. The effect was to tighten the chains attached then release then tighten again, hence each nipple was stimulated in turn and the chain attached to the smaller wheel lifted her clitoral hood about quarter of an inch with each oscillation. Angela stared at her nipples as they were alternately extended by half an inch and released again, after a few moments Marcus shut of the remote again.
"I swear I will kill you Marcus" Angela scowled.
"Just one last thing to test "
Angela was about to hurl further abuse when, with a sparkle in his eye he hit yet another button on the remote, Angela froze rigid instantly then relaxed, her eyes were practically on stocks as she stared at Marcus. Again he pushed the button and again she froze. Marcus then turned to me and explained that that particular button sent a pulse of low voltage electricity down each of the three chains attached to the front of the belt and also to each of the dildos.
"OK Angela all seems to be well, lets get you out of that outfit and I can prepare it for tomorrow."
"If you think that I am leaving here without……."
"Oh do be quite !" Marcus interrupted "Sam get her out of that outfit and finish her off will you – poor girl is desperate" he instructed the assistant
Angela complied and Sam started removing the various parts of the outfit, once completely naked Sam pointed to the workbench and Angela hopped up and lay back with her legs wide open and dangling over the edge of the bench, Sam stepped forward bent over and ate hungrily at Angela's sopping pussy. Within a few minutes Angela was screaming encouragement at Sam as she slide her whole hand into Angela's pussy and lapped busily at her clitty, as Sam thrust her fist in and out Angela beat the same rhythm on the workbench with clenched fists until eventually she could no longer endure the treatment and gave way to an explosive orgasm. Marcus and I watched as Sam gradually eased off as Angela's orgasm peaked and slowly subsided,
"Judging by the size of that puddle on the floor, I would say Angela needed that" Joked Marcus
"Now then what are we going to do with you" he said turning to me
"I have no idea " I replied "But I have a feeling I'm in safe hands"
"You sure are honey – now jump out of those clothes and let's get you measured up"
Stripping off I was hardly surprised to find my panties sopping wet yet again, this was becoming the norm I thought to myself, the fact hadn't gone unnoticed
"Can I get Sam to help with that " Marcus said pointing to my glistening pussy
"Thanks – but it can wait a while yet " I smiled.
As Marcus measured me for whatever contraption he had in mind he explained that he had had a call from Elizabeth (his business partner in the club) and had been instructed to clear his day on Wednesday to prepare an outfit for me.
"You must be one special lady , Elizabeth never throws her weight around down here !"
"I honestly don't know why Marcus, I only met her briefly at dinner"
"Oh I know why honey – You feeeeeeeeeel like one seeexxxxxy bitch"
"OK that's us honey " he said scribbling in a notepad " Be here tomorrow evening before the ball and we can do any last minute stuff before you go"
Pulling on my clothes which were by now a heap on the floor, I lifted my sopping wet panties and held them out, I didn't relish the thought of pulling them on cold and wet as they were, by now Angela had managed to pull herself together and dress and as she strolled towards she asked
"Are you sure you don't need some help down there" staring at my pussy
"No but I may need Jackson on the way back to the office if that's ok?"
"I can't see Jackson objecting, anyway even if he did he would do as he was told" she laughed
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