Part 1

Getting Her Gloves Back By Ellie

It was several weeks later and I had just settled down with a scotch to watch the late news. Anne came in and sat quietly at the other end of the couch. I was pleased. She was wearing one of her too tight and too short T-shirts. After that night a few weeks ago I wasn't sure what to expect. As it turned out my work and her dating kept us from even having the opportunity to talk about it or even be embarrassed by each others presence for quite a while. I had to leave the country on one of my frequent business trips and had only just returned.

I was careful not to say anything, and true to her work neither did Anne. We had both been home the last few evenings and talk was about work, family, friends, politics, anything except that night. At first I noticed she was dressing a bit more conservatively around me. I was a bit worried that we had gone a bit too far and perhaps soiled the wonderful relationship we had. Tonight's outfit told me, I needn't have worried. Anne was back in full tease mode. I was back playing the game of trying to pay attention to the news and steal glimpses of that beautiful form beside me. Damn her, she just sat there with that same teasing little grin and pretended not to notice me as she pretended to watch the news.

Suddenly, she got up and wiggled her butt up the hall to her room. She returned a moment later wearing a long heavy housecoat. My heart hell, was our game over? I know she could see the disappointment in my eyes.

"We need to talk." She said

"Yes, but no need to ." I started my reply, but she interrupted.

"This is going to difficult enough for me to say without you looking at me that way." She spoke in a very low, uncommonly sexy tone. I was not used to that, she always avoided any sexy talk between us and something told me this was not the time to interrupt. I gave her a little nod to edge her on.

"Well" she began to fidget with the belt on her robe. She was inspecting a spot on the floor very closely. "I've been thinking, a lot actually, while you were gone, about, well ." She looked up at me, there was a small tear beginning to form in one eye. She was scared, she was incredibly nervous. I didn't dare say a word, I just smiled gently and let her fumble her way through it. Finally, with a sigh she blurted "Oh damn it, I want my gloves back!"

Now that wasn't it. I knew it and she knew I knew it. There was something else. Time to get it out. "And ." I ventured.

"Damn you" she almost sobbed, and then whispering and looking at the floor added "well . I've always wondered what it was like. I've snuck peeks at you before that night you know, and well . I was wondering if you . if we . Oh, fuck you, please don't make me say it!"

It was time to rescue the poor thing. I could see her shaking. She just couldn't bring herself to say it. Fair enough (for now). I pointed at the floor at my feet. Without a word she knelt there and continued to stare at the floor. I spoke quietly and chose my words carefully not to ruin the opportunity that was being presented to me. "So I assume you'd like to wear the gloves with some of the accessories?"

She looked up with a look of obvious relief. I had saved her the embarrassment of having to admit it, and the wording kept the nasty subject of what were talking about still unsaid "Yes" she whispered again drooling of sex.

"How far did you want to take this?" I asked.

"What was it you said that night ." she paused and then looking very deep in to my eyes added "All the way."

I was screaming inside, fireworks were going off in my head. My cock immediately sprung to life and firmed up. My mind was racing. I had to be careful, very careful. "That can be pretty heavy, can you give just a little suggestion of what you mean by all the way."

She fidgeted a bit, but now her mind was made up, the subject was broken and her words came easier. "That night I watched you a long time. You were so busy setting everything up you didn't see when I cracked the door and peeked in. You were just so involved. It was so sexy to watch you dress and then tie yourself up like that. I just got too excited I had to do it. Looking at this." her eyes darted down to the growing bulge in my pants "I assume you enjoyed it almost as much as I did. So now I'm offering you a chance for revenge." She paused a moment but her look told me not to interrupt. Then she continued " I would like to know one thing. When you pulled down the blindfold I stepped into the room and watched you lock yourself in. That's when I grabbed the string that went to the keys. Then after I scared you a bit when you pulled the string and nothing happened, I finally spoke."

"You should have seen yourself. Even with that big gag in your mouth your jaw still dropped. Your eyes just about blew out from behind the blindfold. You turned beet red. Totally, from head to toe. I couldn't get over it. I thought you might have a heart attach. I've never seen anyone that shocked, mortified ." I interrupted "humiliated."

"Yes," she continued "it must have total humiliation, what was that like?"

A plan was already formulating. I had been fantasizing about just such a situation for years,. I had been fantasizing about Anne ever since I moved in. Put the two together and . "Would you like to find out?" I asked.

Her answer was slow in coming and again was in the soft sultry whisper I was really beginning to like "Yes I would , but ."

"When?" I cut her off.

"My son is going to a friend's house for the weekend. Saturday would be good, but."

I interjected again "Don't say it. Let me say some things first. I only want one word replies to questions and please very VERY honest okay?" She nodded her acceptance. Then she stood, took off the robe and knelt back down at my feet. She didn't look at me, just did it as a act of faith. This was going way too good!

First I had to ease her mind, I knew what all the buts were about "There will be no pain. You know me better than that. I don't play that way, it's all about humiliation and bondage. No pain, that riding crop is only for show. As a matter of fact, you're the first person that ever used it that way. Very good by the way, very effective!" She looked up and smiled at my compliment.

"Yes, you were quite the bitch! But, you know what they say, pay backs can be a bitch too" There was a flash in her eyes when I said that. She was hooked.

I reached down and held her head gently. I looked deep into her eyes and asked;

"You will wear what I say?" - "Yes"

"You will go where I say?" Her eyes bulged, she glanced sideways at the front door. This was hard for her. She obviously hadn't expected the action to leave the house. I pushed a bit "You did say you wanted to go all the way." She looked back at me and slowly replied "yes"

"Okay, Saturday it is. Starting a noon. From that moment on you will address me a sir. That includes in public, do you understand?" Her reply was quick and anxious "Oh, yes and ." My nod gave her permission to continue. She was playing the game well already. The fireworks were going off in my head again.

"About the no pain thing . Well, maybe just a little." With that she reached up and brushed a finger across her nipple. For the first time I noticed how hard they were. They were each trying drill a hole in the T-short she was wearing. "Okay" I said "A little, but I'll keep it sane."

She looked at me with those eyes again and sighed "Thanks, thanks for being so understanding."

"You're going to regret it" I promised and then added "Now not another word. Don't speak about this again. Be here and expect a phone call about noon Saturday. Oh and don't make any plans for Sunday morning either."

With that she stood, and bending at the waist reached down to pick up her robe. Presenting her near nude butt (white G-string this time) to she said snidely "Oh, I'm just so scared!" With a wink and a blow kiss she wiggled out of the room and I heard her bedroom door close.

It didn't seem like forever for Saturday to come. It was forever for Saturday to come. It must have been the first 4000 hour work week in history. I kept myself pretty busy but I also spent some time dreaming up plans and schemes that I hoped would give us both what we wanted. It had to be daring, but sane. Nothing to get us arrested but at the same time she wanted humiliation. We weren't going to get that sitting in the livingroom at home. Soon enough I had a loose plan. Nothing fixed, just a series of ideas. The details I'd fill in as the whole thing developed.

Meanwhile at home they days passed normally. I tended to get home late. Sometimes I saw her put her son to bed, sometimes I was even later than that. Almost every evening she played her little cock tease game while I watched the news (or tried to) and wound down to get ready for bed. The last couple of nights I whispered "Bitch" loud enough for her to hear when she finally left the room to go to bed. The last time I heard her giggle down the hall. The message had been received and understood.

Saturday morning came and I got up at my usual early hour. I made a few preparations. I took a small leather back pack I owned and filled it with my good thermos, some bathroom stuff, and a few of my bondage toys. I also packed a small overnight bag with a good dress shirt, jacket and dress pants. Little too formal for work, but I didn't want to go back to the house before dinner. That would be too easy on her.

Originally, I was just going to leave the gloves and the note in her bathroom. I decided to take a chance and opened her bedroom door quietly. She was sound asleep. I folded the gloves on the empty pillow beside her and left the note on top where she was sure to see it. So much for the sane part. I crept out of her room and out the front door and was at work for an hour I'm sure before she woke.

The note was very simple. I had promised her nothing crazy and I wanted her to know she had a way out. The note read.

Green means I'm fine Yellow means I'm nearing my limit Red means stop, backup, too much.

If you can't speak; 1 finger for green, two for yellow, three for red.

These will be respected. Anything else, including pleading, begging, crying, stomping your feet, or swearing will be considered the wonton blabbering of a spoiled brat bitch. That's you!

I worked through the morning. I took time to make dinner reservations and was pleased that I not only got the restaurant I wanted, but also was able to get the table I hoped for. I also checked the hours at the club I wanted to visit and ensured that there were no special events happening that night. Sometimes they had special closed door parties there and I didn't want any last minute disappointments. With everything set up I called her at home at about 12:05. No since prolonging her agony. I was going to have plenty of time to do that later.

"Yes" she answered the phone.

"Do you remember looking at my toys that night in my room?" I spoke gently using a quiet polite voice. She fell for it.

"Yes, sure do" was her eager reply.

"Do you remember a heavy black paddle, sort of like a ping pong paddle" I asked.

"Yyyess" was her now nervous reply.

"That's three" I said curtly.

"Sorry sir, it won't happen again." She was pleading. I replied "Oh yes it will, three isn't nearly enough" There was silence at the other end. She played the game beautifully.

"Tonight I would like a too date." I left it there and waited. In a moment she replied "I'm sorry sir, I don't understand."

"Very simple Anne too, as in extreme. Your heels will be too high, your dress or skirt will be too short, your top will be too low cut. You will show too much skin. Your makeup will be extreme, your nails too long and painted too garishly. Basically tonight I'd like to go out tonight with a woman that causes me to have premature ejaculations in their pants as she walks by."

I heard her gasp "Oh my god, I couldn't! What if ? Oh you wouldn't dare"

"That's four, five and six are you finished?" I interrupted.

"Yes sir, but." I cut in again, "For that little outburst I'm going to enact plan B. You see you can't win, fighting my authority will only earn you a red butt and make matters worse. Did you read the note and understand?" It was time for a sanity check and to make sure I hadn't gone to far.

"Yes sir I did. Is it possible to be green with anger?" Great not only did she get it, she was playing along wonderfully. Now it was time to push.

"Outburst like that last one will not be tolerated. You must act like a lady. Even if you won't be looking like one. So as punishment you are going public. I want you visit two salons. One for your makeup and hair and the other for your nails. You will tell the attendant what you want and then call me on my cell so they can confirm they got the right idea. I expect to here words like sluty, hooker, tramp. Colors like cock sucker red and fuck me blue will earn you extra points. Do you understand?" I waited.

I heard her swear quietly, but not quietly enough "Oh shit, Yes sir, but where ?"

Perfect she was going to play. "I don't care, use the phone book, visit the mall. Just be sure I get those calls, and be ready to walk out the door at 5:45" I did know some places in town that would be perfect for her, these places catered to the fetish community, but I didn't want her getting off that easy. Going public was just too juicy.

I was just ready to hang up when she asked "Sir, about the dress. I don't really have anything like that and I was hoping not to spend too much, I don't even think I have a skirt like that anymore but I want to look good for you."

"Silly girl," I mocked "you know damn well I've been in your closet. Several times I assure you. You've got some great clothes. Unfortunately, most of them don't fit me. Seems I'm not the only one that likes things snug" I said that knowing she'd recognize the comment from something she said that night that started all this. "I remember at least one dress, a little black semi-see through number that still had the tag on it hanging there. Fredericks makes some pretty scandalous stuff, don't they?"

"Oh shit!" she gasped "That was never to be worn out of the house. It was surprise I planned for an ex before we broke up. Oh no I just couldn't, it's positively indecent ."

"That's ten!" I interrupted and hung up.

A couple of hours later my cell phone rang. Knowing who it was likely to be, I closed my office door for privacy as I answered. "Good afternoon sir, this is Suzie from Nails and Rings in The Valley calling." It was a oriental voice that had to be coming from a very embarrassed young lady. She was nearly giggling as she spoke. I heard Anne in the background edging her on, trying to get her to go on. A long pause with some whispered pleading told me it was pretty high stress at the other end. Perfect!

"Well, um . I have this customer that has made some rather unique requests." She was having trouble, searching for words and I didn't think it was her command of the English language that was causing her the difficulties. I was loving it. "We've already decided on a color for her nails, but I need to know how you define too long." She sighed indicating she was pleased to finally get it out. I heard Anne whisper "Thanks" in the background.

Oh, she wasn't getting off that easy. "So what color did you decide on?" I asked. A short reply and some whispering later I heard "She had an original name for it, something like Take-Me-Now Red." I could feel the blush over the phone. "That's a funny name, are you sure you got it right?" I replied.

There was a long pause on the phone as I heard Anne pleading in the back ground. She was begging the girl to just say it. I even heard Anne offer a special tip if the girl on the phone would help her out of this jam. Seems she had told the girl she had lost a bet or something. I figured, fair enough she would have to come up with some sort of a story. I waited a bit and then finally "Well sir ."

"Oh, YOU can call me Al." I interrupted.

"Okay Al," she continued. I knew that would get to Anne. It obviously had, I could sense the girl smirking at Anne as she filled me in "Well actually the color she picked can only be described as Fuck-Me-Red." The last words were heavily accentuated, the girl was enjoying it.

"And what about the length?" I queried.

"That's why she asked me to call. How long is too long?" The girl's voice told me she already had an idea.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Oh, I can get pretty crazy Al." she said with a giggle. I knew the familiarity of the conversation had to be bothering Anne. That was good.

"Okay, do it, and what is your going rate?"

"Oh usually 20.00 for a job like this, 25.00 is you want it special."

"Tell her to double that and I'll pay her back." The girl didn't hide her glee when she repeated the message. I then added "Ask her where she's going next."

I heard the exchange and then the nail girl spoke "First Victoria's Secret, then to a beauty parlor."

I couldn't resist. "Tell her to do it the other way around." and before Anne got the message I gently hung up the phone.

I sat back and though for moment. She had gone out to the Valley. That made sense, she wouldn't want to be doing any of this too close to home. If someone she knew saw her, we'd both feel bad. Out in the Valley, she was an unknown. There was a big mall out there, and from personal experience, I knew there was a Victoria's Secret store in the mall. I remembered it being one of the bigger stores I had ever been in. That had to be the place she intended to visit. It only took a minute to find the number in the phone book.

"May I please speak to the manager?" I asked.

"This is she." came a very pleasant reply.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I figured, if I ruined it for Anne, I'd have a chance to warn her when she called from the beauty shop. "Do you have just moment to talk?" I asked hoping being cordial would help my cause.

"Of coarse, always time for a customer." was her reply. Good seemed receptive already.

"Well, I have this thing going with a lady friend of mine." I started. And then "We had this bet. A big bet, and well she lost."

"Oh I like this already!" she interrupted "Sounds like a nice purchase coming in the door."

"Nothing nice about it." I replied.

"I guessed as much. That's why this call, right?" She was chuckling which told me I was free to go on.

"Yes, she's getting her nails done now, then the makeup, and then she's coming to your shop for something she needs, don't know what but I was hoping you could complete her look for our date tonight." I paused hoping she would get it.

"Now what look would that be? Usually purchases here are not visible when worn in public." She was leading me on. She was playing the game. Maybe, just maybe.

"Oh, tonight Victoria's Secret has an opportunity for a walking billboard. I believe that tonight she'll be wearing a very short, almost transparent, see-through dress."

"Low cut too, I bet." She stated

"Oh yeah, if it's the one I requested, very low cut!" I chuckled.

"So going for the hooker look ." she said "Worse" I interjected.

"Seamed hose, stay-ups obviously, push up bra, G-string . What color is the dress trying to be?"

I liked this woman. "Kinda steel blue with small metallic flecks." I replied.

"So aqua blue would go well and be very visible underneath, yes that would work fine." She trailed off thinking.

"She had great breasts, please don't cover her nipples. And, I'd like you to it charge to my card."

"I have the perfect little demi-bra. All show and no support. She'll hate it. One size too small and you'll love what it does! Oh and did you say nails, long I bet?" The woman was having way too much fun.

"Yes very" I replied.

"That means she'll have a hell of a time putting on her hose without putting a run in them. Do you think she'll mind if I . help?" The last word was very suggestive.

"Oh, I think it would be good if you dressed her entirely." I offered. And then taking a wild guess I added "Just watch your fingers, and don't pinch too hard."

Her reply told me I guessed right "Oh yes, I'll be very careful, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun. What is her name, and how will I recognize her?"

"Oh, you won't have any trouble picking her out," I ventured "and just call her . toy. Yeah, that's it, Al's toy is a good title, what do you think.?"

"I think she's going to hate us both by the time I'm finished with her. And don't worry I'll give you a good price break on the lingerie. All my best stuff, she'll get at least that out of the deal."

With that we covered the credit card details, and I bid her a good day. She quickly replied "It's going to be now." I really liked this woman.

About a hour later the phone rang. "Yes," I answered

"Please yellow sir, may I speak" I was surprised to hear Anne's voice on the line. I also heard other noises in the background that told me she was a beauty salon somewhere. I respected the color code and replied "Yes Anne of coarse you may speak. Out of character, be yourself. Is there a problem?"

"I was doing okay until now. It all pretty wild and I'm surprising even myself at actually doing it. That was mean at the nail salon, poor girl was so embarrassed. She sure perked up with the money offer though. The nails are incredible. Just too damn long. I can't do a damn thing with my hands. I had a hell of a time just starting my car to come here. And that's the problem ." She paused briefly.

I took the opportunity to enlighten her. "Would you say your hands are about as useless as if you were wearing handcuffs. Sort of like you are in open public bondage?"

"Oh my god yes!" She gasped "You bastard!"

I stayed silent and let her continue "I know the nail girl told you I have to visit Victoria's Secret before tonight. There's one near here in a big mall. I was going to get something to . please you. But if I get the makeup as ordered before then . well I can't go into a shopping mall like that. I mean later tonight, after dark, in some secluded bar or restaurant well maybe, but in a mall, daylight. I just couldn't."

I hadn't come this far to let her off that easy, besides the potential in the Victoria's secret store was just too great. Time for a little gentle pressure. "Anne, poor sweet innocent Anne. All those evenings flashing your body at me on the couch. All those baby dolls and G-strings you wear around the house. And you expect me to believe you are not a true closet exhibitionist at heart. Yeah right. Do as your told and have the girl call me after you describe your special needs. Oh and by the way ." I waited nervously, would she bite, was it going to happen .

"Yes sir, sorry to interrupt you at work, I'll try to do this . And the other thing?"

Thrilled that I covered that hurdle, I was ready to give it to her again "Your color selection for nails earned you two strokes off. By the way did she blush when she said Fuck-Me-Red? But, calling me a bastard earned double back. You are up to 12."

I heard Anne say as I hung up the phone "Yes sir she did blush, but not as much as me."

Fifteen minutes later the phone rang again. I picked it up but before I could say a word a voice laughingly called out "Boy you got a live one here. What did she ever do to deserve this? You should see her now! Too embarrassed to speak, asked me to make the call. So, what did she do?"

I replied with my own chuckle "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, actually I do. This one is just so good. I would like to know." The words were directed not at me, but I bet Anne who must have been standing near by.

I waited a bit and when I didn't hear anything at the other end I offered my own explanation. "I have a room at her house. We barely know each other. Every night, after putting her kid to bed she changes into some little nothing, too short, too tight, whisp of a thing and comes out to tease me. No touch, just gets me all hot and then goes to bed. Tonight she's giving the show for a lot of people. We have a dinner date. You okay with that?" I asked cautiously.

"So we have a little cock-tease, eh" The comment was made loud enough for more than just Anne and I. I heard the shop go quiet in the background. Anne must have wanted to be invisible right then. The a little quieter the beautician continued "So that explains her choice of colors. Cock Sucker-Red and Spank-Me-Blue."

"Wow, did she really ask for that I'm surprised! Tell her eight" I waited as the beautician said the one word to Anne.

"Man it's going to take some serious makeup to cover that blush. Am I right in assuming she will be doing a lot of that tonight?" Again the beautician already knew the answer she was just making it hard on Anne. The woman knew how to get a good tip.

"Oh, yes, that and more. Can you keep her natural beauty, just make it more ." I was searching for words when the beautician came to my rescue. "Let me guess . slut!"

"Oh, I like your style. Be sure to give yourself a big tip." I offered.

"Don't worry about that, besides I'm really going to enjoy this. She'll stop traffic when she walks out here. The hookers down the street will probably file a complaint. This will be fun. Poor girl." The phone went dead to the sound of the beautician telling Anne to take a seat.

To be continued in part II