I’m sure both of them just chalked the conversation up to the drunken ramblings of two best friends, but upon hearing the story several days later, I began to have other ideas. Not wanting to let my wife in on my thoughts, for fear she might say no, I kept things to myself, and never discussed the matter with her again, as I began to plan on how to bring my ideas to fruition.
My plan finally came together when I convinced Chinaza to join my wife and me at our place for one of the weekends she was scheduled to come home for. I made sure to keep my tone light and jovial so that Omolara wouldn’t become suspicious of my motives.
Once the ladies 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 spent much of the time talking about my life and work.
I also ensured that I only had a few glasses of wine, while I kept their glasses overflowing with bubbly.
Soon the two of them were plastered drunk and were giggling at everything I said. It was at this point that I decided to put my plan into action.
As lightly and nonchalantly as I could I began, “So Chinaza. Omolara 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!” Chinaza exclaimed.
“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 glad you enjoyed them.” Again staying as light and indifferent as I could, I added “did Omolara tell you that she also enjoyed those stories?”
“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 become my slave,” I said, watching Chinaza’s reaction closely as I dropped the bomb.
Her head snapped up from her wine glass upon hearing that. “She what?” She asked incredulously. I could see Omolara becoming fidgety 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?” 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?” Chinaza asked between hiccups. Her half-full glass 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 Chinaza see your breasts.”
Not trusting her voice anymore, after only a slight pause, Omolara 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.
Chinaza just gaped at them for several seconds, disbelieving what she was seeing. “Omolara 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 Chinaza would take the bait and things would unfold as I had hoped, or she would be disgusted by the thought and my weekend plans cut short. Several seconds of silence passed as Omolara 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 Chinaza. What did you say?” I asked again, just to be certain.
“Yes, I would,” was her reply.
“Are you prepared to give complete 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.
“Are you prepared to accept the consequences should you not obey me in all things?”
“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 Chinaza,” I ordered.
Hesitant at first, and with obviously shaking knees, Chinaza finally rose to her feet to stand before us. Omolara 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 Chinaza.”
Her eyes fixed on Omolara’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 clasp on her bra and allowed the material to fall away from her breasts before it landed on the floor next to her t-shirt. Chinaza’s breasts are still firm, like Omolara’s, but have much darker areolas and fatter nipples. These two were standing at attention.
“Now the jeans Chinaza.”
Like she was on auto-pilot, eyes still glued to Omolara’s exposed breasts, Chinaza unbuttoned the front of her jeans, slid the zipper down and shimmied out of it until they were in a bunch on the floor with the rest of her clothes.
“And finally the panties,” I added, admiring the skimpy black lace 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 us completely naked. I could see that Chinaza 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 Chinaza. You have a beautiful body,” I complimented her as I shifted in my seat, to relieve the uncomfortable pressure building in the front of my trousers, as my hard-on strained to break free of its bonds.
“I want you to kneel in front of Omolara. Spread your knees wider apart. Now clasp your hands behind your back.” Once she had complied, “Very good. Omolara, go get your collar,” 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 collar from the hook upon where it’s kept. Racing back, she stood in front of me, holding the collar out.
“No, I want you to put the collar on her for me.” As she began to fasten the collar around the neck of her friend, I explained to Chinaza, “this collar symbolizes your agreement with me to obey me in all things. You will hasten to obey my every order instantly to do otherwise, will result in severe punishment for you. Is this clear?” I asked.
Nodding her head, and with a frightened look in her eyes, she quietly replied, “yes.”
Taking a small digital camera out of my shirt pocket, I began to snap several pictures of her naked form. I could see Chinaza was surprised at my actions, but she resisted saying anything.
“From now on Omolara you will be referred to as ‘slut’ and you Chinaza will be referred to as ‘whore’. Now whore, I want you to look up at the slut and ask to eat her pussy,” I ordered.
Eyes wide with fear, and a tinge of excitement, Chinaza looked up into the face of her best friend and very quietly asked, “May I lick your pussy please?”
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