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Irina selected clothes for me, presumably to Mira’s instructions. She rolled nearly black stockings up my legs and clipped them to a suspender belt of black silk. She held a long, crimson silk evening dress for me – I had never seen it before. It had a slit up the side that revealed my stocking tops and the bodice was almost transparent so that my nipples showed through the fabric barely but noticeably. The straps of the dress were like cotton thread, and the back dipped to just above my arse. Irina knelt to strap shiny patent sandals onto my feet, then she spent a while brushing my hair into some semblance of order. ‘Irina, you seem to have forgotten something.’ She looked surprised. ‘Knickers, darling.’ She smiled. ‘The Mistress has said that you will not need them.’ ‘You may have forgotten that small item of jewellery you shoved up my bum? Suppose it falls out?’ ‘Her instructions were quite clear, Miss.’ ‘Well, bugger that.’ I went to a drawer and took out a thong which I hoped would hold the plug were there to be an accident. ‘Miss, please. She will punish me.’ ‘No. She might punish me but not you.’ I pulled the thong up over my stockings and felt a little more secure with it in place. Irina was distraught. I looked at her pretty face and the alarm it showed Kartal Escort and relented, reluctantly taking off the thong and returning it to the drawer. ‘Well, if it slips out, she can do the explaining!’ The look of gratitude on her face was reward enough. Dressed and more than a little uncomfortable I made my way to the boat deck where I found Mira standing by the rail. Her hair was covered in a large silk shawl of deep blues, reds and gold which matched the dress, more like a sari, that she was wearing. She kissed me. ‘I am glad you didn’t defy me.’ I looked at her, the question in my eyes. ‘Irina was told you would not need panties, I am glad you obeyed her. Don’t be surprised, there is nothing that happens on this boat that I don’t know about. Let us get ashore.’ One of the ships boats took us into the quay and from there a large, black Mercedes drove us a short distance to a restaurant. I felt I was being exhibited as Mira walked through the restaurant, stopping to say hello to some, kiss others. Always she kept a firm grasp on my hand and introduced me as her ‘new treasure’ to her friends who smiled knowingly. We sat at a quiet table waited on by fawning staff. She ordered, without referring to me, Kir Royale Kartal Escort Bayan and then took a menu. I was not, it seemed, to be given any choice. She ordered for both of us, a light starter of anchovies on toast with salad followed by scallops served with a thermidor sauce and salad. The drinks arrived as the waitress departed. ‘How did you know about the panties?’ ‘I was watching.’ I should have been angry but I was not because I suppose I had already assumed so. ‘Why do you watch me?’ ‘Because I choose to.’ She smiled. ‘I watched earlier when Irina served you too. Hasn’t she got the most industrious little tongue? Ivanova was watching too. Well, she tried to, but she was busy like Irina. You intrigue me, Joanna,’ the first time I recall her using my name. ‘You don’t stay with me for the money, I know that. Is it perhaps because you find the whole experience interesting? Are you intrigued by my lifestyle? Perhaps it is just the sex?’ ‘I am intrigued, I admit. I think the sex is a part of it but so is the work.’ She smiled. ‘I’ve never met anyone like you. I don’t ever know what to think. I don’t feel at risk nor do I feel safe. I ought to leave.’ ‘But you wont.’ ‘No, I wont.’ ‘Good.’ Her knee pressed against mine Escort Kartal under the table. ‘Where are we going this evening?’ “Patience. You will find out in good time. Enjoy your meal and tell me about your life before you came here.’ I gave her a potted history. Happy home, wonderful university life where I was at last able to be me, the lesbian me with no more pretense. The lowly start in journalism, with a local paper covering courts and Women’s Institute fairs. My first long term relationship with a woman almost twice my age. A messy break up when I found her in bed with her secretary – that made Mira laugh. ‘At least with me you expect that now! When I caned Irina I had an orgasm.’ I must have looked shocked. She smiled. ‘Irina did too. It is not uncommon you know. Perhaps in your world it is, but not in mine. But you don’t need to worry, I do not intend to cane you this evening.’ She laughed at my expression. ‘How does the plug feel?’ The truth is that I had forgotten it and I told her so. ‘You see, my little western girl, something so unusual for you and yet you have forgotten it. I am sure that you are aware of it now though?’ That was the truth. Her mention of it had made my mind focus on it and I had to resist the urge to squirm. ‘It will not slip out, trust me but if it does I will do the explaining.’ She laughed. ‘I love knowing you have that jewel there for me. I love Irina knowing and Ivanova too; she was jealous. Ivanova loves pain even more than Irina. Perhaps sometime you will see that.’ She never discussed work when her day was done.
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