Play Time

Joanne looked up at the second floor window of Olivia Wright's townhome and saw the curtains part slightly. If that was Olivia looking down at her she knew that leaving was out of the question now. That would be awkward and hard to explain.

Sitting in the back of Charley's sedan looking up at the building, Joanne's thoughts were on pleasing the Major by bringing him the information he was after. She doubted the Major would approve of the way she was dressed, but she had wanted to look appealing to Olivia and hoped the question of her sexual preferences could be answered once and for all. In the present political and moral climate, Joanne understood the leverage the Network would have over the woman if she was, indeed, a lesbian.

At the same time, she knew that she had to guard against making herself vulnerable. Peter had stressed that she wasn't to bring scrutiny on herself or the store.  If she came off as being interested in Olivia sexually, that could be used against her, or...reported to George Wright? Any feelings of arousal she had felt earlier when she was getting dressed had now dissipated. The feeling that she had made a bad decision was making her chest tight as she tried to envision how this was possibly going to play out.

"Just go to apologize and socialize; plain and simple."

Plain and simple, Peter had said. This was not plain or simple, and that was her mistake. Joanne swore she would follow Peter's instructions more closely in the future. He obviously knew what he was doing, and just the calm way in which he imparted instructions showed his experience. She wondered what it would take to make him nervous? Thinking about the man helped her focus on what she was doing, and her nerves seemed to settle down as a result.

"Stay seated, Miss," Charley said as he got out of the car and came around to open her door. He held his hand out to help her stand up and then took control of the leash to guide her up the steps to Olivia's front door. Holding a clipboard in one hand, he pressed the doorbell with his other. Moments later the door opened slightly and Lani peeked out.

"Oui?" she said, looking at Charley. "Puis-je vous aider, Monsieur?"

Joanne was surprised to see Olivia's friend answer the door, and a little put off by being ignored while Lani spoke to her driver in French. Just as it had the previous evening when the women were made to kneel beside the men at the dinner table, this humiliation incensed her. Speak to the person in charge - the man. The woman will do as she's told. Ouu, that was maddening, but she was able to keep her expression neutral.

Charley, with no indication of whether he understood Lani's question or not, held the clipboard out while maintaining his grip on Joanne's leash. "Sign please."

Lani took the clipboard and pen and scribbled her name on the ledger. "Packáge accèpted!" she said in thickly accented English as she handed the clipboard back to Charley. "Merci, Monsieur." She reached for the end of the leash and winked at Joanne.

Charley turned to go and said, "Call me if you need a ride home."

Joanne nodded and then felt a tug on her collar. Once through the slight opening Lani allowed in the doorway, Jo saw that the woman was dressed in a long black fur coat that ended mid calf. Below the hem, she wore dark stockings and shiny black high heels.

"Come," Lani said in English as she started to close the door, prompting Joanne to scoot into the foyer before she was shut out. "Miss Libbie is upstairs."

Had Lani just arrived? Why else would she still be in her coat? And why hadn't Olivia answered the door herself? And what was up with the French? And why was she still holding onto the leash?! Of the scenarios Jo had pictured in her mind on the way over, this was not one of them and that caused a real feeling of disorientation.

"I'm sorry to intrude," Joanne said as she fell into step behind the petite blonde as she started up the grand staircase leading to the second floor. "I just came over..."

"Miss Libby will decide if you are intruding," Lani cut her off. "You needn't explain yourself to me, Miss."

The rebuke, while not said maliciously, stifled any other comment or question that Jo might have entertained.

Once on the second floor of the magnificent townhome, Jo was led along the banister overlooking the large foyer to a room at the front of the home. Lani stopped at the door and, without looking back at Joanne, shed the fur coat, letting it fall to the floor near the wall. Beneath the coat she was wearing what Joanne recognized as a sexy French maid costume. She'd seen such outfits on kinky websites catering to fetish enthusiasts, and adult party goers. Although, from the looks of it, the costume was not ordered on-line. It was not a cheap outfit one pulled from a plastic bag, but a finely manufactured article of clothing. Around her neck was a thin black collar.

Lani reached up and knocked softly on the door in front of them.

"Enter." It was Olivia's voice.

Pushing the door open, Lani led Joanne into a large sitting room. The walls were painted a rich lavender, accented by white woodwork and thick white curtains. Immediately to her left was an area with a coffee table surrounded by a sofa, two plush chairs, and a flat screen television mounted to the wall. On the right side of the room was a couch with an attached chaise and a small table and lamp which made the area look perfect for reading and relaxing. There were doors on both sides of that sitting area. Directly in front of her, near the curtained windows, sat Olivia in a large red wing-backed chair. The Mistress of the house wore a shiny black spandex outfit that looked to have a built-in corset, giving her waist a severe hourglass shape. Stiff underwire cups held her breasts firmly in place, displaying the top of each orb while just barely covering her nipples in the front. The spandex of her leggings clung to her shapely legs like a second skin, ending at her ankles where leather straps held stylish black toe-less high heels on her feet.

A quick analysis of the last three or four minutes told Joanne just about everything she needed to know. The discrete movement of the curtains surely meant that either Olivia or Lani had seen her arrive. They could've just not answered the door but a conscious decision had been made, almost assuredly by Olivia, to allow her inside. Lani had thrown on the fur coat to cover herself while answering the door. Olivia could've made her wait in the foyer while she changed clothes, but instead she was brought directly to the bedroom. Olivia wasn't hiding anything from her and from all of the small signals she had disbursed, Joanne had no further doubts that the woman had set her sights on her and was confident she was reeling her in.

Joanne looked up at Olivia's face, beautifully framed in her shoulder length black hair. She knew she should say...something...but no words seemed to come into her head. Lani broke the silence for her.

"Un invité de vous voir, madame."

"Speak English you jackass," Olivia crowed, "You know I don't understand you when you speak French."

While Olivia's language was harsh, Joanne could see that the woman was suppressing a grin. This was obviously a game between the two of them.

"My apologies." Lani performed a slight curtsy and then said, "A guest to see you, madame."

"Much better, now take your place."

Lani's place appeared to be kneeling next to Olivia's chair, as the woman stepped over and sank to her knees on the thick carpet. Olivia's hand went over to rest on top of the blonde's head.

"Are you shocked to see us acting in the same way that we condemned the men for acting last night, Joanne?" Olivia petted Lani's head softly as her eyes locked onto Jo's. Lani's eyes were looking down towards the floor.

"I suppose I am," Joanne replied. "Although the circumstances are somewhat different."

"Oh? How so?" Olivia's fingers dug into the blonde's hair, gripped a handful, and pulled upwards a little, causing Lani to lean towards the seated woman.

"Last night we weren't exactly willing participants in that Minister guy's misogynistic little show. What I see here is a consensual dominant and submissive relationship."

Olivia released Lani's hair. "Good lord, I do like you, Miss Hallewell. You have a sharp mind and an eloquent tongue." She looked over briefly to straighten out Lani's hair and then resumed petting her head. "And how do you feel about consensual dominant and submissive relationships, dear?" she asked, using Jo's wording. "Do you think about such things?"

The aroused sensations that Joanne felt as she picked out her clothing and squeezed into them was seeping back into her mind. The woman seated in front of her had that air about her that just hit all of the right buttons. It somewhat surprised her that a woman would cause her to feel the way she did, but Olivia's straightforward dominant behaviour had sparked her interest from the moment she had met her. This led Jo to the realization that she was attracted to dominant persons, regardless of their gender. She had just always imagined her Dominant to be a man.

Had she thought about such things? Obviously. Her fingers went to the collar of her leather coat and pulled the high lapels to the side to reveal her wide black collar. Olivia's eyes were following her every move and Jo could see the anticipation in them. Nervously, she began to unbutton the coat, starting at the top.

"I do think about such things, miss," she said, working on the third button and then the fourth. "I was thinking about it when I prepared myself to come here today."

Saying those words out loud, in the presence of other people, was like stepping out of a dream...or was it a fantasy? Prepared myself? Those were the words of fictional tales, read in the privacy of her bed, not something she would ever imagine saying in real life. Yet there they were, and they flowed out of her very easily. Maybe that was because she had, in fact, prepared herself for Olivia's approval, and from the look of it - Olivia approved.

Grasping the arms of the over-sized chair, Olivia shifted slightly, sitting up a little straighter as she watched Joanne's fingers unbuttoning her leather coat, and then glanced up at her face. Their eyes met for an instant before the woman's gaze returned to the unveiling in progress.

When Jo had unbuttoned all but the last two buttons Olivia asked, "And when you were thinking about it, which role did you imagine yourself playing?" An audible inhale of air followed her question as Joanne pushed the final button through its hole and drew the two halves apart to reveal her spandex clad form.

Jo let the coat slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor, and then held the end of the leash out towards Olivia. "I think you know the answer already, miss."

Olivia rose from her chair and walked the short distance to where Joanne was standing and took the end of the leash that was being offered her. She held the leash and examined the leather loop at the end, but her eyes were not fixed on the loop as if her mind was somewhere else. Looking at Joanne from the side, she said, "How you have perceived me, and how you have presented yourself to me, has me a little worried."

Worried? She's worried? "I'm sorry," Jo said, somewhat confused. "I didn't mean to...I mean...I thought..." she wasn't sure how she should respond.

"Do I come across as a lesbian dominatrix? We only just met yesterday and you've read me to a tee so quickly. I hope you can see how much that would concern me? Who else might think that?"

Olivia's concern was instantly apparent. Regardless of who her husband was, to even appear to be a lesbian in the present environment was dangerous. Too, because of George's role in the regime she was acutely aware of what would happen to her if her secret life was revealed.

It's true that Joanne thought Olivia had a domineering personality, but she had just chalked that up to her being wealthy and expecting to get whatever she wanted. The scene she had walked into had completely taken her by surprise, though. Turning to face the worried woman, Joanne said, "Oh...well...I don't think you have to worry about any of that. I hadn't read you at all, at least not like this..." she held her arms out to indicate she was talking about Olivia's attire, and her kneeling French maid, "and if anything, I was thinking you were a little on the dominant side, but not actually a dominatrix."

Olivia gave a slight nod with her head to acknowledge the distinction Joanne had made. "Then, what's with the 'Miss', and the leash, and...and the submissiveness, and why did you come over dressed like this?"

Jo hesitated as she considered how much of herself she wanted to reveal. She looked at Lani, still kneeling in place and looking at the carpet in front of her. Damn, she was obedient! These two had something very real together, and Olivia had just put herself, and Lani for that matter, out on the table.

"I had just planned on coming over to apologize for reacting like I did earlier. The store was raided by the MRU just last week because they thought some women they were looking for might be hiding in there, and I guess I'm still a little jumpy because of it. You've been nothing but friendly towards me, and it wasn't right of me to think that of you just because of your husband's job. I'm really sorry about that."

"Oh, believe me, it's not easy for me to make friends because of George's job, is it cunt?"

"No, Miss Libby," Lani said without taking her gaze off the carpet in front of her. Olivia winked at Joanne and her smile showed she had relaxed a little.

"The truth is," Joanne started, "I have fantasized about Mistresses and slaves, or submissives I guess, and when Lani took off her coat outside and brought me in here, I just sort of went with what I felt was going on. I just dressed this way because I thought it would please you. You were giving me some signals, weren't you?"

"I guess I was being a little overt, wasn't I?" Olivia laughed. "Maybe a little careless, too."

"Maybe a little," Joanne laughed back. "But it also begs the question of why you allowed me up here at all?"

"Your comment about me being married to someone in the MRU hit the same nerve that's been struck many times," she paused a second before continuing. "I guess I just wanted you to see that we're not that way." Olivia motioned towards her kneeling friend. "I wanted you to trust me, and we need more friends, don't we pussy?"

"Yes, Miss Libby," Lani replied dutifully.

"And I had a feeling about you from the moment I set eyes on you yesterday," Olivia continued. "And look at you now, confirming my intuition."

This brought a blush to Jo's cheeks. "Now maybe I'm the one who should be worried."

"Maybe you should be. May we touch?" Olivia dropped the leash and moved her hands forward as if she were about to touch Joanne's waist.

Touch?! Jo was a little surprised that her permission had been sought, but in a way it was re-assuring to know that Olivia wasn't just going to try and force herself on her. Her earlier reservations about overstepping the Major's directive of 'plain and simple' flew through her head, but if she declined this advance she would surely have to leave without finding out where George Wright had gone off to. It was obvious that she might have to go a bit further than she wanted to in order to get that information. Gathering up her courage, she replied, "Sure, I guess so." She wasn't really sure, but at this point she felt drawn to allow Olivia's request.

"That's no way to respond!" Olivia said, her tone a little ominous.

"Oh...I mean, yes Miss!" Joanne shot back, grinning, and feeling a little nervous excitement building.

"Come, Lani," Olivia ordered as she stepped in front of Joanne and put her hands on the smooth spandex covering her waist.

Lani rose from her spot on the floor to stand behind Joanne.

"Raise your arms to the side, level with the floor. I think we need to search this intruder, don't you, Lani dear?"

"Absolutely, miss!" Lani replied with enthusiasm.

As Jo's arms went up, she felt two pair of hands begin to roam around her tightly clad body. Lani's hands went up to her shoulders and then along her outstretched arms, and then down her sides to her waist. Olivia explored her collar, tugging slightly on the strong d-ring on the front, and then her hands went straight down to her breasts. Jo fought the urge to slink back from these caresses, but held her body as firmly in place as she could. After feeling the weight of her breasts, Olivia's hands continued exploring southward to her stomach and then to her legs. Meanwhile, behind her, Lani was zoning in on her shiny spandex covered ass.

Joanne had always felt that she was at least somewhat adventurous, but she had never imagined the situation she now found herself in. Standing in her spandex bodysuit between two women having every inch of her body caressed and explored. With her eyes closed, she tried to let down her guard, to release the tension in her muscles that was causing her to feel stiff and excepting.

"Oh god, she feels wonderful, do you agree, slut?"

"Yes, Miss. Quite wonderful!" Lani purred from behind.

"How about you...Jojo?" Olivia's eyes lit up. "Jojo! I love it!! You'll be my little Jojo!" The woman stepped forward to wrap her arms around Joanne in a tight hug, her head resting against her shoulder. Somewhat awkwardly, Joanne began to lower her arms to return the hug but encountered two hands pushing them back up from behind. Lani.

"How about you, Jojo?" Olivia repeated her question. "Does this feel good to you?"

"Honestly?" Joanne asked.

Olivia leaned back and looked Joanne in the eye. "Of course honestly," she said with a slight edge to her voice. Her black finely tweezed eye brows furrowed as her eyes squinted slightly.

"It feels..." Should she be honest? There was little time to weigh the consequences. "It feels really good," she finally said. "But I think I'm just too nervous to relax and enjoy it."

Stroking Joanne's cheek with the back of her hand, Olivia said, "Aww, you needn't feel nervous around us, Jojo." The woman backed away and looked down to find the end of the leash still attached to Joanne's collar.

"Let's just relax a little, okay?" Olivia said as she turned, leash in hand, and headed towards the small sitting area. "Maybe you'll just be with us for awhile, you know, get to know us a little better. You don't have to leave right away, do you?"

"No, I don't have any plans for..."

"Good! Then you'll stay."

As she followed Olivia towards the sofa, Joanne felt some of the nervousness leave her. Twice now she had been...accommodated. First when she had been asked if they could touch her, and second when she said the touching was making her nervous. Even though she seemed to have stepped right into the middle of Olivia and Lani's little play time, she was not going to be forced to participate.

The answer to why she had been allowed in, and to the way she was being treated with kid gloves, lay in Olivia's comment about not being able to make friends easily. For all of her bravado, Joanne sensed a sort of despair about Olivia, some kind of solitude that may have been forced on her by the position her husband held in the regime. The party the previous night was suppose to be a gay affair, with friends she had known for years, but that had turned into a disaster with the appearance of the Minister. No wonder she had broken down in tears as that chance to reclaim some of her previous camaraderie had been dashed. Now maybe all she had was her life-long friend, Lani, who had been by her side through thick and thin.

When they reached the sofa Olivia sat down and Joanne sat down next to her.

"Will you play with us just a little?" Olivia asked.

Joanne wasn't sure what "play" meant exactly, but she felt fairly safe with the two women and just the way in which they conducted themselves was proving to be a huge turn-on for her. She had fantasized about this sort of thing for years, but had never actually been exposed to the real thing. Her heart rate quickened as she replied, "A little? A little bit would be fine, miss."

"Good! Now get your ass off of my furniture."

"What...?" Joanne started as she quickly lifted herself from the soft sofa. The sudden change in the tone of Olivia's voice caught her by surprise. Part of the surprise was that she seemed to be able to summon that domineering tone so quickly and convincingly.

"I didn't give you permission to sit, did I?" Olivia continued, the edge in her voice slicing through the air.

"No, but..."

"Silence!"

Joanne knew this was all part of their game, but she had the disadvantage of not knowing the rules! She quickly stood and looked down at the woman sitting back comfortably on the small couch.

Glancing up at Lani, Olivia said, "Bring it."

Lani performed a quick curtsy and hurried over to one of the doors by the sitting area and opened it to reveal a closet. The petite blonde stood on her tip toes to reach the back of one of the shelves. Her fingers searched for a moment before her hand came down holding a riding crop. After closing the door, Lani walked back to Olivia while holding the crop across both of her upturned palms. When she reached her mistress, she knelt and offered the crop.

"What's the punishment for sitting on my furniture without permission, Lani dear?" Olivia asked as she lifted the crop off of Lani's hands.

"Six strokes, ma'am," Lani replied, her eyes looking downward towards the floor.

"Ah yes, but we don't want to be too harsh on our new plaything do we now?"

"No, ma'am"

Joanne sensed that Lani would agree with whatever Olivia said anyway. Six strokes?! She was going to use the crop on her?! Six didn't seem like a lot, but then she had never been struck by a crop before.

"Stand right there, Jojo, facing away from me," Olivia commanded as she pointed to a spot directly in front of her. When Joanne moved into position Olivia continued, "Good, now bend over and place your hands on the table, palms down. There you go."

Joanne bent at the waist and did as she had been ordered. The tight sensation of her spandex outfit pressing against her flesh felt wonderful, but she could picture the ripe target her ass would pose in that position!

"Come, help your mistress find her target, whore."

Joanne took a peek back to see Lani sink to her knees behind her, and slightly to the side so as not to obstruct her mistress' view.

"Look forward, Jojo," came Olivia's command.

"Yes, miss," was her response. The anticipation was driving her crazy and she jumped a little when she felt two hands on her ass. The hands roamed around and then she felt light taps, as if the tautness of her flesh was being measured. Finally the groping and slapping stopped.

"Right here, miss."

Joanne could feel a finger pressing against the latex and pushing into her butt.

"That's the spot?"

"Yes, miss."

"Right there? You're sure?"

"I'm sure, miss."

Why are they drawing this out??!! Is she going to strike me, or just talk about...OH! Joanne felt the stiff leather end of the riding crop strike her ass sharply and her knees bent slightly as the sting began to register. That had hurt a little more than she thought it would!

"Straighten those legs, Jojo!" Olivia commanded as she began to swat the back of Joanne's well toned thighs with the crop.

The blows were not painful but Joanne was sure they could become so very easily. She hurried to correct her stance.

"We're still not being harsh, right pet?"

"No, miss," Lani replied immediately.

"Then you had better soothe that spot, don't you agree?"

"I do!"

Joanne could hear the suppressed laugh in Lani's reply, and she grinned, knowing that the two women were enjoying this quite a bit. She may have interrupted whatever it was they had planned for the afternoon, but she had the feeling it was a welcome interruption. After straightening her legs, she expected the crop swatting to stop, but Olivia continued to direct light taps up and down her spandex clad limbs. A little pressure applied to the spot where the first hard swat on her ass had been delivered nearly made her turn to look back, but she resisted that urge. It felt like Lani had just...kissed that spot! As the swatting continued, so did the kisses.

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Olivia tapped Lani a few times on the top of her head with the end of the crop. "Pick another spot for the second one."

Again, Joanne felt Lani's hands on her rear as they roamed around in search of the next target for her Mistress. Seconds after feeling a slight poke, the crop landed on that spot with a little more intensity than the first stroke. Afterwards, even though Jo had not bent her knees, Olivia's crop returned to it's gentle swatting of her legs while Lani planted multiple kisses on the location of the second crop strike. This pattern repeated itself for the next three strikes, and by the sixth stroke Joanne was gripping the far edge of the table, steeling herself for what she suspected would be a very hard swat.

The final stroke stung quite a bit, and Joanne bit her lip to keep from crying out. It took all of her concentration to maintain her position, but after it had been delivered she felt proud of herself for staying so still and maintaining her silence.

"Have you learned your lesson, Jojo?" Olivia asked. She could feel Lani's kisses on the abused spot on her ass, but she could also feel a second pair of hands touching her butt, and hips, and down her legs; Olivia's hands.

"I have, miss," she answered.

"Good girl, now take your place."

Take my place? Joanne remembered Olivia saying those words to Lani and knew where her place must be. Since Lani was situated to Olivia's left, she sank down to the floor on the woman's right side and knelt on the carpet. Glancing over at Lani, who had sank to her knees on the opposite side of their Miss, she received a smile and a nod. She was apparently doing the right thing.

"Very nice!" Olivia said as she rested her hand on Jo's shoulder. She leaned forward and pulled open a small drawer on the side of the coffee table and withdrew a TV remote. Aiming it at the wall-mounted wide screen, she turned on the set and then sat back to flick through the channels. When she found a show she liked the looks of she patted Lani on the head and crossed her spandex clad leg so that her foot dangled in front of her friend. As if that was a signal, Lani moved forward and started kissing Olivia's black leather high heel.

Joanne was unsure of whether she should be watching Lani, or if her eyes were suppose to be cast downward towards the floor. All she really had to go on was what she had read in fiction novels, and while her instincts told her that she should be sitting quietly with her eyes averted, she couldn't resist watching the two women interacting. Olivia, for her part, was seemingly ignoring her friend and simply sitting there watching the television. Subtle movements of her foot contradicted that conclusion though, and it appeared she was fully engaged in what Lani was doing as she offered slightly different surfaces for her friend to adore.

After several minutes of kissing the leather surfaces of Olivia's shoe, Lani's lips lingered over her Mistress' exposed toes. Maybe it was the lack of contact, or the warmth of Lani's breath on her bare digits, but the submissive's action was enough to tear Olivia's gaze from the television. Just then, Lani began to tenderly kiss each toe. Joanne's eyes glanced up quickly at Olivia and saw the woman's head roll back, her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and then her tongue darted out to lick her luscious lips. When her head came back down Olivia caught Joanne watching her and the crop she was still holding in her right hand came up to touch Jo's cheek and push against it, gently forcing her to face forward.

Jo realized she needn't worry about what she should or should not do as it was clear that Olivia would correct her when necessary. But now, a new dilemma had been presented to her as Olivia re-crossed her legs, leaving her suspended foot directly in front her. Was she suppose to kiss it like Lani had just done?

Will you play with us just a little?

This was part of how they played, and she had agreed to participate. Nervously, Joanne leaned forward to press her lips against the leather of Olivia's shoe. Movement to her left caused her to glance up to see Lani rising up to bend over the arm of the chair and lean in towards her Mistress. Jo could see that they were about to kiss so she looked back down towards Olivia's high-heel and concentrated on her kissing. While thinking it was probably the most ridiculous thing she had ever done, she also knew that people really did get off on this sort of thing. It was obviously part of Olivia and Lani's activities. Why? What was it that appealed to them?

As she continued to gently kiss the black leather surfaces of Olivia's shoe, Joanne reasoned that the act was certainly a show of submission for the...submissive, and for the dominant it must be quite the feeling of power to have someone actually kissing their shoe, and their feet. The sounds of kissing had increased above her and the breathing had gotten louder, too. Joanne wondered if what she was doing was having any effect on the two women. Remembering how Lani had performed the task, Joanne leaned forward just a little more so that her lips could reach Olivia's toes.

Besides thinking what she was doing was ridiculous, she had always imagined it to be somewhat gross. Kissing someone's shoes or feet? Yet, surprisingly, this hadn't grossed her out at all. Olivia's heels were spotlessly clean, as if they had never been worn outside the house, and she had noticed a pleasant aroma as her face neared her foot. Now, as her lips touched Olivia's toes, the aroma was stronger, as if it was her foot that smelled so good. She couldn't place the scent, but it was floral and very mild. Without further hesitation, Jo allowed her lips to graze lightly over Olivia's toenails and then she kissed the smallest toe.

Hearing a muffled squeal from above, Joanne peeked up at the two women and saw that besides the passionate kisses, Olivia's hands were now pulling Lani towards her and reaching down to hold her ass. The short maid's outfit did little to hide Lani's pantiless butt, and Olivia began kneading her friend's flesh. Joanne continued to plant kisses all along Olivia's flawlessly painted toenails and was rewarded with more gasps of delight from the Mistress of the house. Putting aside her previous discomfort with this toe kissing fetish, she found that it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was somewhat gratifying to be doing something that was giving Olivia so much enjoyment.

After several minutes of kissing Olivia's toes, she sat back quickly as Olivia's foot swung away from her and came to rest on the floor.

"Damn!" Olivia exclaimed. "That was fucking awesome!" She leaned forward and grabbed Joanne's leash with one hand and lifted the coffee table with the other. When the leg closest to Joanne came off the floor, Olivia placed the looped end of the leash under the leg and lowered it to the floor.

"Stay," she commanded Joanne. "Entertain yourself." She pushed the TV remote towards Joanne and then rose from her chair. She looped a finger through the small D-ring on the front of Lani's thin black collar, pulled upwards, and said, "Come".

Lani rose and followed her friend and mistress across the room and through the other door near the reading area. They closed the door behind them leaving Joanne kneeling on the floor, alone. Not knowing what else to do, she picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels until she came across a movie that looked somewhat interesting. She could only imagine what was going on in the other room as Olivia seemed to be pretty worked up when she hauled her submissive away. She wondered how long they would be in there.

Pushing the "Guide" button on the remote, Jo was able to see the time. Grandma Tina should've made it back to Long Riston and she had told her she would call to make sure everything had gone okay on the trip home. Feeling somewhat naughty for disobeying Olivia's order to 'stay', Joanne unclipped the leash from the d-ring on the front of the wide collar around her neck and went to get her phone out of her coat. She looked at the door that the two women had gone through and decided she should go out into the hallway to make her call so as to not disturb them.

Once in the hall, though, the next door over would have to be the very same room Olivia and Lani had gone into and she was once again right outside their door. Looking around the curved railing to the opposite side of the open foyer she saw another door and decided she'd just duck into that room to use her phone and then high-tail it back to 'her place' in front of the television. It would only take a moment to make her call.

The room she slipped into was obviously a man's office, and that man would be George Wright. It made her more nervous than she already was to be in the room, so she quickly dialed her grandmother's phone number and listened to the ringing at the other end. When Christina finally answered, Joanne learned that everything had gone well with the trip and that they had just finished moving her belongings into the little house she had purchased. That was very welcome news and Joanne was happy she was 'home' and able to settle in. Jon was staying the night with their parents and returning to London in the morning.

While they were chatting, Joanne walked around behind the large desk and sat down in the leather executive chair. The desk and the chair probably cost more than some people earned in a year. There was a computer monitor towards the back of the desk, allowing for space in front to write or do other business, the keyboard was on a slide out drawer under the desk. The drawers were unlocked though, and as she said her goodbyes to her grandmother, she began opening drawers to see what she might find.

There was still the question of where George had gone off to, and she might find some hint of that in his office. Surely the computer was password protected so Joanne dismissed any thoughts of even turning it on. Glancing up at the door, she stopped to listen, but the house was quiet. She imagined the awkwardness of being caught in George's office but figured she could just fall back on the truth as an explanation; she was using her phone in there so she wouldn't disturb her Miss. Images of what she had just done with Olivia flashed through her mind and she smiled, knowing she had just done something totally bizarre...and had sort of enjoyed it!

But now she was doing something quite different and quite dangerous and she needed to push those kinky thoughts out of her head and concentrate. If she was going to find something she had better find it quickly and get the hell out of there! That something turned out to be a large planner in the bottom right drawer. Joanne set it on the desk and flipped it open. There were about a dozen pages for notes and then a fold out page with a large calendar on it. Then a dozen more pages followed by the next month's foldout calendar.

Opening the calendar foldout for the current month, Joanne pulled the desk lamp over and turned it on to illuminate the page. Entries with meeting times and places had been scrawled in some of the squares, while others simply had names of towns and cities. These entries had lines extending out three or more days, as if he was going to be in that location during those days. Looking at that day's date she saw the word 'York'. The end of the line landed on Wednesday, and then the word 'Leeds' was written in that square. The line following that ended on Saturday. It looked like he would be gone all week.

It was a lot to take in and there was no way she could remember all of the entries, so she opened the camera app on her phone and snapped a picture of the calendar page. Folding it back neatly as she had found it, Joanne turned to the next month's calendar and snapped a quick photo of it, too. The following month only had a few meeting entries but she snapped a picture of it anyway. Flipping back to the notes pages she didn't even try to read if there was anything of interest on them, she just started taking pictures of each one beginning in the previous month and going through what had been written during the current month.

Joanne's heart was racing as she snapped photo after photo, knowing that Peter would soon be viewing the images. This was sure to be valuable intel that the Kink Support Network could use. While focusing on the one of the pages she saw several notations mentioning the Prime Minister and some other names she didn't recognize, but were most likely prominent officials. The back of one page was filled with notes from what seemed like a single call or meeting. She snapped a picture of that and then jumped when she heard the doorbell ring.

Shit!!

Careful to ensure all of the pages of the planner were neatly tucked into place, Joanne closed the folder and placed it back into the drawer where she had found it. Who ever was at the door had gone from ringing the bell to knocking quite loudly. With the desk drawer closed, Joanne turned off the desk lamp and re-positioned it before creeping towards the door. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard Olivia's voice in the hallway. She was telling Lani to "go get Jojo and hide in the closet in my room...and pick up your coats on the way." Lani come back immediately with her standard, "yes, Miss."

Oh shit! Lani would go back to the sitting room and find no one there. Would she then come back out to the hallway? Joanne didn't want to be seen coming out of George's office.

"I'm coming!" Olivia shouted down into the open foyer below as she made her way down the stairs. Joanne knew she could be seen from below through the railings above if she were to step out of the room. It was a large open foyer where you could see up to the second floor. She was trapped in the office.

Finally the banging stopped and Jo could hear Olivia speaking rather harshly and a man's voice coming back equally as harsh. It may not have been an argument, but they were definitely not exchanging pleasantries. The sound of the door being shut drifted upstairs and then the two voices started getting closer.

They're coming up the stairs!

Looking around, there didn't seem to be anywhere to hide, but there was another door on the left side of the room. Joanne ran to the door and opened it only to find a large safe that took up the entire space. There was no hiding in there. The voices outside the room were getting louder by the second, and then Joanne heard the doorknob rattle. There was nowhere else to go except for under the desk and she had just pulled the chair up against her when the office door opened.

"I don't know what you're so upset about, Mrs. Wright," the male voice said.

"Of course you don't, Captain. You're so used to breaking down doors that you don't even realize how uncivil you are!" Olivia was clearly agitated. "I heard the doorbell when you rang it the first time. You might have allowed me time to throw on a robe and come down to the door before pounding on it."

"I'm in a hurr..."

"How humiliating! I'm sure my neighbors...Director Wright's neighbors...ran to their windows to see what all of the banging was about. This isn't some back alley slum for Christ's sake, it's fucking Knightsbridge."

"I'll just get the roster folder and be..."

"I'll get the folder, Captain," Olivia scolded. "I will not have you going through my husband's personal affects." Olivia came around the desk, pulled the chair away, and went to sit down when she spotted Joanne Hallewell couched down in a tight ball under the desk.