The Perfect Pair Pt. 08

She paused for a moment, and looked at Kelly, "I really do despise the thing."

Kelly ignored her, and prompted her about the thigh bands, "Ok, tell them about the thigh bands."

Victoria sighed again, "they are really frustrating. They don't let me walk normally. I can only take short little steps. I can barely climb stairs, and sleeping in the things is really difficult, they pinch and poke me if I try and lay on my side." She took a breath for a minute, "And, since I can't spread my legs, I have trouble getting at my pussy plate and my ass hole to clean myself after I pee or shit!"

"Wow, I never thought of that aspect," Denise said, sadly.

Brooke and Denise sat quietly, thinking for a few minutes as Victoria took a long drink from her glass, and tried to relax.

Brooke then asked about the last component, "how about the bra? Do I see nipples poking out from the thing?"

Sighing yet again, Victoria answered, "yes. It comes with molded-on nipples, big and hard metal ones. It looks like I'm always turned on, or chilled or something!"

"Isn't that cool!" Kelly chuckled, enthusiastically.

Victoria gave her a dirty look, "But apart from that, the bra is comfortable enough. It does seem to get a little warm, and I can't take too deep a breath, but the straps do flex a bit so I can move all right. It does do a good a job of shielding my breasts from any pleasure, that's for sure."

"Well that's all good, I suppose," Denise responded.

Kelly then smiled, "this is what you two have to look forward to when your new accessories arrive." She giggled and then continued, "oh, and as a gift from me to you, I had Suzette throw in the expandable plugs for your belts, along with your other things. My treat."

"Oh, you didn't!" Brooke said, shocked.

"She sure did." Victoria chimed in.

"We won't be wearing them!" Denise said with a finality that made it clear what she thought.

Kelly smiled, "not even if you award yourselves extra points for doing it?"

"Nope."

"Well perhaps if you get horny enough, you'll change your mind."

"Give it up Kelly," Brooke said laughing, "Denise is not a fan of anal."

Denise blushed and gave Brooke a 'you need to stop talking' look.

She held up her hands in surrender, and then asked of both Kelly and Victoria, "how long will you be wearing your new ensemble?"

She knew it wasn't solely up to Victoria. After all, Kelly was the dominant one and she held the keys.

Victoria looked at her lover, before answering, "well, I don't have to go back to work, or school until next Monday, so I guess I'll be wearing everything until Sunday night."

Then she looked tentatively at Kelly, who smiled, "that sounds about right. After that, we'll see."

Brooke thought that Victoria was probably hoping for something better, but she got what she really expected.

"That seems like a long time to be in that complete get-up" said Denise.

"Oh, it's just a few more days," Kelly said dismissively.

Victoria thought, 'that's easy for you to say', but knew better than to speak out loud.

Kelly continued, "why don't you two come over on Friday? I'm sure Victoria could use a refresher on her statistics, before her classes resume."

Brooke answered for the both of them, "sure, that should be fun."

"Oh, and if your belts' accessories show up, you could wear them. We could have a really fun time, and you three could compare notes," Kelly said, smiling delightedly.

That caught Brooke by surprise, but she too knew not to challenge Kelly, and it could indeed be fun.

"OK."

After that they all just relaxed for a while listening to the music.

Eventually though, they decided that they'd all had enough, especially Victoria, so they finished their drinks, paid the bill and headed out.

Denise watched Victoria stand, and moan, and then walk slowly and haltingly out through the tables. She didn't like what she saw and felt sorry for her friend. She was also worried about how she would feel when they started wearing their own bra and thigh bands.

They parted in the parking lot, after their normal, affectionate hugs and kisses.

At home, Denise whined, "I don't really want to wear our new stuff over to their house on Friday."

"Oh, if it shows up in time, I think we should. What the hell, it should be fun," Brooke answered.

Each day, for the rest of the week, Brooke and Dennis returned home from work, excitedly looking to find a box on their doorstep. They were looking forward to it, but also dreading the coming of their new chastity gear.

When it still hadn't arrived by Friday evening, they were actually relieved. They wouldn't have to wear the stuff over to Kelly's house.

Dennis quickly changed and they hit the road, shortly after 6:00, ready for another visit with their friends.

When Kelly saw them pull up, she could easily tell that they were not wearing their thigh bands, or their new bras, either, and she was disappointed.

Opening her door, she greeted them with, "really? The shipment still hasn't arrived?"

"Nope, nothing."

"Oh, too bad, I was really looking forward to seeing you and Victoria all locked up. In any case, come on in."

They met Victoria in the hallway, she wasn't wearing anything other than her bra, belt and bands.

When she saw their reaction, she said, shyly, "Kelly figured that as I'm fully covered in metal, there was no reason for clothes."

"Aren't you cold?" Denise asked, glancing between Victoria and Kelly.

"A little, but we turned up the heat," Victoria replied.

Kelly nodded, "yes, I figured all three of you could have hung out, in just your chastity outfits. It would have been so much fun."

"For you, maybe." Brooke laughed.

Victoria then spoke up, "come on Denise, let's go. I need to review some of those formulas, and get back into thinking like a statistics nerd." Then she shuffled off, taking the short steps her thigh bands required of her.

Denise followed along, intrigued by the sight of Victoria in her outfit. From behind he caught sight of the small plunger of her butt plug, sticking out of the bottom of the belt. Kinky, but frightening too...

Victoria took her time settling into the desk chair. Slowly lowering herself down, and groaning as her bottom, and the plunger came in contact with the hard surface of the seat.

Once down, she sighed as she looked up, embarrassed, at Denise, "I tried it with a pillow, but Kelly forbid it."

"Is it too painful?"

"No, not really. It just takes a lot of getting used to. I never had anything like this in my ass, before."

Then she gave Denise a shy smile, "I have to admit that it feels really sexy and gets me hot."

Denise was surprised, and turned on herself, as she sat down next to her sexy student.

Victoria cranked up her computer and pulled out her book and some scratch paper, and they got to work.

She was a little rusty, but with a few words of encouragement and some hints, it all started to come back.

Denise tried to focus on the work, but she remained distracted by Victoria sitting next to her, half dressed in her metal with the rest of her bare.

Finally, at a break in their review, Denise's curiosity got the best of her and she asked, "how's the chastity bra feeling? Have you gotten used to it?"

Victoria exhaled, "well I've gotten used to wearing it. But I have to tell you sleeping in it is tough. So far, I've only been able to lay on my back. If I try and lay on my side, it pokes and pinches. I'm not sure if I'll ever to get used to that. Otherwise it's OK. The nipples poke out and tent my tops. It doesn't make sense to wear a bra over the thing so I can't hide them that way."

Victoria paused and smiled at her. "Why? Are you worried about wearing yours?"

Denise smiled, "yes, I am."

"Well, it's not that bad. You got used to your chastity belt, you'll get used to your chastity bra. Now these damned thigh bands are a different story. They're really a pain! I don't think I'll ever get used to them."

"I'm sorry," Denise said, sympathetically, "Kelly will let you out of them soon."

"Yes, thank God! I can only hope that she never makes me wear them again."

"Fat chance," Denise replied, and started laughing.

Victoria joined in. "I know, right?"

It was almost an hour later that they were called into dinner.

"Uhg," Victoria moaned as she stood up.

Denise couldn't help but giggle, and Victoria punched her playfully on the arm.

They joined Kelly and Brooke at the table, and of course as she sat down, Victoria moaned, quietly.

But Kelly heard. "Will you please stop that! It's, ah, undignified."

Brooke laughed, "undignified? Geez. Every time the poor girl sits down, she's being poked in the ass by that big plug. What do you expect?"

"It's almost like she's whining; complaining, and I don't appreciate it."

Denise stepped in to defend her friend. "You should be pleased that she's not complaining about those damnable thigh bands. The girl can hardly walk in them!"

"Oh stop, the both of you. She's wearing her new outfit because she wants to. Just you wait. Your new parts will be here soon, and then you'll see."

Denise looked at Brooke and they were both a bit uncomfortable about the thought. They'd seen how difficult it was for Victoria, and had lost some of their interest in the stuff.

Kelly saw the looks on their faces. "You know I'd be happy to hold onto your keys for you."

"Not a chance!" Brooke responded, quickly.

"What she said." Denise laughed.

They all joined in the laughter before settling down to finish their meal.

After bussing their dishes, they settled into the living room, all accompanied by a barely stifled groans from Victoria as she stood and sat.

They talked for a while, relaxing, before Brooke finally declared that they had to head out.

They exchanged kisses and hugs as part of their traditional farewell ritual, and then Brooke and Denise were on their way.

During the drive they discussed Victoria's issues with the thigh bands and plug.

Of course, Denise swore off any thought of wearing the plug, and she was surprised when Brooke didn't appear to share her condemnation of the thing.

After arriving home, they took their turns cleaning-up and then dived into bed.

Lying there, Brooke reminded her mate that she will be making her release goal on Saturday, and Denise sadly admits that she is still at least a week short.

Denise in a moment of jealousy and weakness considered, for just a moment, the possibility of earning more points via anal sex, but still couldn't wrap her head around the idea. She had a hard enough time living with the plug.

Sleep came quickly, and they both dreamt about their new accessories.

After Saturday's breakfast Brooke made a phone call while Denise looked on curiously. The half of the conversation she could make out left her confused.

When Brooke hung up, she happily explained, "We have reservations, with early check-in, at the big Hilton downtown; you know, the one just up the block from the bank."

"What? Why?"

"Well I thought we needed a change of venue, so we'll park in the hotel's lot, walk down to the bank, you'll unlock my belt, and then we can walk back to the hotel and spend the rest of the day and night down there. It should be fun."

"Hmm," Denise replied, noncommittally.

"Oh, come on, we can do a little shopping and visit the museums between rounds of sex, and have dinner at one of the nice restaurants. And, mind you, I'm paying for it out of my 'mad money' fund."

Denise thought for a moment, then smiled, "Sounds like a good idea. A nice change, especially if you're buying. Let's pack."

It didn't take long for them to get dressed and pack overnight bags. Denise had to borrow a spare one from Brooke as everything she had was Dennis'. Manly black, manly stuff.

Of course, Brooke wore sexy Bimbo Brooke clothes, while Denise dressed in a more conservatively, feminine dress, as she liked to do.

And then they headed for downtown.

AS planned, they went straight to the hotel, parked in the garage and then walked over to the bank. Brooke bringing the backpack where she usually carried her chastity belt, on those rare occasions when it was not locked on her body.

The procedure within the bank went as it usually did, including the stares and ogling by staff and customers.

Soon, though they were walking out, with Brooke naked beneath her short skirt and tight, turtleneck sweater.

When Denise opened the door for her, she couldn't help but notice how erotic her nipples and their rings looked. Their outlines were clearly visible beneath her top. They looked wonderful and sexy as hell. And she adored them.

From the bank the two of them hurried back to the garage and their car where they dropped off the backpack and picked up their travel bags.

The Hotel's lobby was busy with evidence of several active meetings and small conventions taking place in the large rooms in the adjacent convention center. Again Brooke, and Denise too, drew a lot of attention, as they were wearing neither business attire, nor casual weekend clothes.

Brooke enjoyed the lusty looks, and whispered to Denise, "if those guys only knew what I have on under this skirt."

Denise giggled, "honey, if a gust of wind blows through those doors, they'll all get a good look. And they'll probably all cum in their pants!"

Brooke laughed out loud, as she continued to prance across the room, her high heels clacking.

Arriving at the reception desk, they stood for only a few minutes before a young guy called them to his work station. He smiled as he examined the two women in front of him. "How may I help you?"

"We have a reservation for tonight with an early check in, already arranged. It should be under the name Brooke Karlson, with a 'K'," she said, smiling back.

It only took him a moment to find the listing on his computer. He nodded and taking Brooke's driver's license and credit card he began entering the information.

As he typed, he started on easy small-talk, looking up periodically as he did. "Are you ladies here for one of the sessions, or is this a pleasure trip?"

"Oh, this is strictly for pleasure, a 'stay-cation'. My wife and I just had to get away, right dear?" Brooke answered before turning to Denise and kissing her on the mouth. As she did, she reached up and held the back of her head so Denise couldn't pull away, and she held the kiss for many seconds, even pushing her tongue into Denise's surprised mouth.

The guy behind the desk, and several of the people in the lobby stopped what they were doing to admire the performance.

When Brooke backed away, Denise was blushing, and when Brooke looked back at the hotelier, he was too.

Brooke smiled pleasantly, at the guy who was still standing, mesmerized, "Are you done? Can we get up to our room?"

He snaped out of his trance and sputtered, "ah, not quite yet. Just a couple more seconds."

He then refocused on his computer, and only his computer, as he finished up and handed back her ID and a couple of keys for room 1123.

As Brooke and Denise turned to head for the elevators, he called, "have a nice time, ladies, and if you need anything, anything at all, call down and ask for Johnathon. I'll be glad to help."

Denise turned and mouthed a kiss at the guy, as they walked away.

Around the corner, in the elevator lobby, Brooke and Denise giggled like a couple of school-girls. While the people standing there, waiting for a ride, stared, confused by the laughter, and fascinated by the sexy girls.

As soon as they got into the room, Denise complimented Brooke on her performance. She responded while stripping off her clothes. "That was fun, did you see all of those people lusting after bimbo Brooke?"

Denise nodded and laughed.

"But, right this minute, I need sex," and she threw off the bed's covers and plopped onto the sheets with her legs spread wide.

Denise, didn't even bother to strip off her clothes, she continued to laugh as she crawled on top of her lover and began kissing her, and massaging her wonderful breasts and their big rings.

Once started, Denise slowly worked her way down Brooke's body, applying her mouth and tongue to every part of her neck, chest, nipples, rib cage, navel and its jewelry, and finally to her mons and pussy.

Brooke sighed and moaned, squirmed and sighed throughout. She was loving it, and she needed it.

By the time they were done, Brooke had orgasmed several times in succession, and Denise was laying calmly next to her, nibbling on her ear and neck.

Brooke laid quietly for a while before she mumbled, "we need to get going, I think we need a mani-pedi and nice, dresses for tonight."

Denise stopped, "we have dresses."

"No, I mean really nice dresses, for a really nice restaurant."

"What, like long and fancy?" Denise asked, while still tickling Brooke's ear.

She chuckled, "yes and sexy, too."

"But that'll cost us even more."

"Yes, but it will be fun, and we can afford it, so just relax and go with the flow."

Then she began climbing out of the bed.

"Straighten out your makeup, while I get dressed."

Denise quickly grabbed her make-up kit and headed into the bathroom. When she came out, Brooke headed in and took care of hers.

Then they headed out, happy and excited about their plans.

The hotel was in a nice area, as downtowns go, and it was surrounded in all directions by several blocks of upscale shops and restaurants. As the two of them walked along, hand-in-hand they made note of the various dress shops and restaurants until they stumbled on a nice beauty salon. They were feeling lucky when they found that they would only have to wait a few minutes for a pair of technicians. Apparently, in that area, mid-morning on a Saturday, wasn't a busy time.

An hour later they were back outside, feeling nice and feminine, and looking for dresses for their big night out.

The third shop they visited, was surprisingly large and it had everything they were looking for. Their semi-formal collections included several dresses that were sexy, on the verge of slutty, and just what Brooke had in mind for their dinner date. The well-stocked store also included sizeable offerings of fashionable shoes and lingerie.

They explained to the rather elegant sales lady what they needed, and included words like erotic and eye-catching, as well as 'price wasn't a factor'. The last statement, in particular, made their continued shopping a pleasure.

After examining several dresses, they were each outfitted in elegant evening gowns. Of course, Denise had never worn anything like the long tight gown that they had selected for her. It was royal blue and fit her snuggly, with long straight lines all the way to the floor.

Brooke's deep-red gown was much more shapely, as she had splurged on a lacy, and classic corset to pull in her waist. The dress was tight and its low-cut top exposed her extensive cleavage. The outlines of nipple rings were obvious and drew even more attention to her breasts. Her distracting jewelry posed several challenges, but they were conquered to her satisfaction.

The shop's seamstress had quickly made the necessary adjustments while they waited, and in the end, everyone in the store agreed that the two of them looked fantastic.

They were out of the shop, for a very late lunch, carrying a pair of long dress bags and others with new shoes and sexy undies.

Most of the lunch crowd had already come and gone so they had no trouble finding a quiet place for a meal. They were quickly seated and enjoyed their food, all the while receiving a lot of attention from the staff, and patrons, both men and women. Their gracious treatment was an aspect that Denise always loved. Dennis had always been envious of pretty women and how they were so often cherished, and now here she was, in that very position. And she adored it.