My n finally came together when I convinced Debbie to join my wife and I at our ce for one of the weekends she was scheduled toe home for. I made sure to keep my tone light and jovial so that Tina wouldn’t be suspicious of my motives. Once thedies had arrived and dinner had been eaten, we settled down in the living room, opened several bottles of wine and began to catch each other on our respective days and lives. Since the girls knew practically everything about each other at this point, I spend much of the time talking about my life and work. I also ensured that I only had a few sses of wine, while I kept their sses overflowing with bubbly.


    Soon the two of them were stered drunk and were giggling at everything I said. It was at this point that I decided to put my n into action.


    As lightly and nonchntly as I could I began, “So Debbie. Tina was telling me the other day that you read my stories. What did you think of them?”


    “What? Oh, they were really good. I can’t believe your imagination!” Debbie eximed.


    “What parts of the stories did you like?” I asked, pretending indifferent curiosity.


    “Mmm…. I guess the issues of control, and the stuff they were made to do. It was all so very surreal, yet sexy,” she replied.


    “Well, I’m really d you enjoyed them.” Again staying as light and indifferent as I could, I added “did Tina tell you that she also enjoyed those stories?”Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    “Umm…. no I don’t think so,” was the slurred response.


    “Oh she did. In fact she enjoyed them so much that she volunteered to be my ve,” I said, watching Debbie’s reaction closely as I dropped the bomb.


    Her head snapped up from her wine ss upon hearing that. “She what?” she asked incredulously. I could see Tina turning a few shades of red as she listened to our conversation.


    “She wanted to know what it felt like to be those women in the stories, so she agreed to give control to me in our sex lives. I believe she finds it very liberating, don’t you slut?” I asked, turning my head slightly towards my wife.


    Clearing her throat loudly she quietly responded, “yes Sir.”


    “What? You’re fucking pulling my leg, aren’t you Carl?” Debbie asked between hups. Her half-full ss of wine temporarily forgotten as she tried to determine if I was kidding around with her or not.


    “No, I’m quite serious.” Turning to my wife I ordered, “open your shirt and let Debbie see your breasts.”


    Not trusting her voice any more, after only a slight pause, Tina reached up with shaking hands and unfastened the buttons on her blouse, and slowly pulled the material aside, exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks and stuck out at least half an inch as if begging for attention.


    Debbie just gaped at them for several seconds, disbelieving what she was seeing. “Tina told me that you were turned on by the content of my stories. Would you also like to know what it feels like to be those women in the stories?” I asked with bated breath.


    This was the moment of truth. Either Debbie would take the bait and things would unfold as I had hoped, or she would be disgusted by the thought and my weekend ns cut short. Several seconds of silence passed as Tina continued to hold her blouse open while her best friend openly ogled her bare breasts.


    When she finally answered a much muted “yes”, I could barely contain my excitement.


    “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that Debbie. What did you say?” I asked again, just to be certain.


    “Yes, I would,” was her reply.


    “Are you prepared to giveplete control to me? To do whatever I tell you to do, just like the women in those stories?” I asked, wanting to make sure the ground rules were agreed upon beforehand.


    “Yes.”


    “Are you prepared to ept the consequences should you not obey me in all things?”


    “Yes.”


    “Even if that means taking you over my knee and spanking your ass?”


    “Yes.” By now it was as if she was in a trance, answering yes to all of my questions.


    “Very well. Stand up Debbie,” I ordered.


    Hesitant at first, and with obviously shaking knees, Debbie finally rose to her feet to stand before us. Tina was transfixed by the sight before her and was oblivious to the fact that she was still holding her shirt open.


    “Take off your shirt Debbie.”


    Her eyes fixed on Tina’s breasts, she grasped the sides of her t-shirt and lifted it off over her head, dropping it to the floor beside her.


    “Now the bra.”


    Reaching behind her, she unhooked the sp on her bra and allowed the material to fall away from her breasts, before itnded on the floor next to her t-shirt. Debbie’s breasts are still firm, like Tina’s, but have much darker ares and fatter nipples. These too were standing at attention.


    “Now the jeans Debbie.”


    Like she was on auto-pilot, eyes still glued to Tina’s exposed breasts, Debbie unbuttoned the front of her jeans, slid the zipper down and shimmied out of her pants until they were in a bunch on the floor with the rest of her clothes.


    “And finally the panties,” I added, admiring the skimpy ckce barely covering her pubic mound.


    Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she slowly rolled them down her legs until she finally stood before uspletely naked. I could see that Debbie had taken care to keep the hair shaved around her pussy lips with just a small tuft of dark hair at the top of her slit.


    “Very nice Debbie. You have a beautiful body,” Iplemented her as I shifted in my seat, to relieve the ufortable pressure building in the front of my pants, as my hard-on strained to break free of its bonds.


    “I want you to kneel in front of Tina. Spread your knees wider apart. Now sp your hands behind your back.” Once she hadplied, “Very good. Tina, go get your cor,” I ordered, turning my attention to my wife.


    Without a word, she hopped up from the couch and ran to the front door to grab her cor from the hook upon where it’s kept. Racing back, she stood in front of me, holding the cor out.


    “No slut, I want you to put the cor on her for me.” As she began to fasten the cor around the neck of her friend, I exined to Debbie, “this cor symbolizes your agreement with me to obey me in all things. You will hasten to obey my every order instantly for to do otherwise, will result in a severe punishment for you. Is this clear?” I asked.


    Nodding her head, and with a frightened look in her eyes, she quietly replied, “yes.”