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            In The Bank Manager's Cupboard.

                Part Thirty

Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.

Catrina Strikland pulled up outside Karin's apartment
block. She locked the car and opening the boot, she
took out her briefcase with her toys. "Follow me," she
ordered abruptly as she strode ahead of Brian in her
long leather coat, her high heels clicking
authoritatively on the pavement. Brian followed as
always, ten paces behind, having climbed out of the
boot and closed it behind him. When he was dressed as
he was, Catrina liked to make him walk alone and

It was just as well that Karin had warned the doorman
that she was having a fancy dress party. Brian was
wearing the full slave garb; shorts, ankle cuffs, tee
shirt, collar, wrist cuffs, and hood. 'D' rings were
attached for later bondage treatment, his outfit was
black leather.

The doorman downstairs politely showed Catrina to the
lift, "Good evening Madam." He raised his eyebrows as
Brian scuttled in after her, just before the doors
closed. In the lift, Catrina took out a rubber plug
gag, blindfold and lead, and snapped them all into
place on Brian's hood and collar. She led Brian to
Karin's door.

Catrina was the last to arrive and Karin was pleased
that finally the party could get into full swing. She
buzzed David to let her in. By now David had become
accustomed to his duties, less embarrassed as nobody
seemed to notice or acknowledge his presence. As the
door closed behind them Catrina took off her coat and
dumped it on David's arm. Handcuffed to the door, David
had difficulty reaching a peg to hang it on. As he
turned back he was caught by Catrina, gawping at her
outfit, or rather the barely covered body enclosed
within it.

Catrina was wearing black shiny patent boots, with
heels that must have been over four inches long. They
strapped tightly at the top of her legs, around her
thighs, barely three inches from her mound. The black
shiny material over her vulva was so soft and supple
that her features were visible through the glossy
covering. Her outfit was a gleaming black that formed
like a second skin over those parts of her body that it
covered. It would Resemble a one piece swimsuit, except
for what it left uncovered. It plunged from a high
collar style neckline, down between her totally exposed
breasts, covering the rest of her shapely torso as
though it had been painted upon her. It passed over her
mound of venus and reappeared as a thin strap of
material between her cheeks, separating the buttocks
into two shapely orbs. Her shoulder length gloves were
of the same material and with straps to hold them in
place they completed the outfit.

Catrina slapped his face twice, "Lust is a punishable
offence, I will ask Karin for the pleasure!" She turned
on her heel, to make her entrance.

David was left with both cheeks glowing and hoping that
Karin would deny her 'the pleasure'. Although he was by
now realising the chances were slim indeed.

Christine & David Stevenson
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