The Perfect Pair Pt. 10

The Perfect Pair, Chapter 10

(fetish, chastity, consensual, cross dressing, anal)

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

A story of a loving couple exploring their sexual fantasies, together.

Read Chapter 1 - 9, first.

Dennis and Brooke, continue their game with sex and fun.

Come Monday morning, both Brooke and Denise are relieved when they remove the cursed thigh bands, before dressing for work. Of course, Denise had to also remove her chastity bra, but Brooke kept hers on.

Brooke also kept her expanding butt plug in-place. She was learning to enjoy the kinky and evil thing, and really appreciated the points she earned by wearing it.

Denise challenged her on her choices, "are you sure you want to wear that bra? What if someone bumps into you and needs an explanation? And how can you work all day with that plug driving you crazy?"

"Oh, I'll manage, and think of the points I'm earning," Brooke replied, pleasantly.

"Well, don't let anyone catch you pumping the plug in your office chair!"

Brooke, laughed, "I won't. But thanks for the reminder," and she kissed her lover to reassure her.

That evening, on the way home, Dennis questioned Brooke on her day. Especially her experiences with the plug.

"It was tough. I was in and out of my desk chair, and various others all day long. The interruptions for meetings seemed never ending."

"So, your poor ass hole got a thorough workout?" Denise responded, chuckling.

"Yes. It did. But I survived," and then with a smirk, she added, "actually, I kind of enjoyed it."

"Hah, you would, you slut!" but he followed it up with a kiss on her cheek, as she drove along.

A minute later, he added, "I must say that it was great being free of the damned thigh bands."

"I certainly agree with that!"

When they got home it was a mad scramble for Denise, in particular. Brooke only had to add her thigh bands, and get Denise to lock them in place. Dennis had to strip out of his male clothes, slip on the chastity bra and thigh bands, get Brooke to lock them both on, and then dress in his female clothes, and finally do his makeup and nails.

When Denise was finally ready, they drove over to Kelly & Victoria's for their normal get-together and tutoring session.

That night was a peaceful one. Brooke and Denise were surprised when Victoria met them at the door wearing a simple little dress, obviously with none of her metal underwear in place.

The greetings were lengthy and loving, and Kelly showed up behind Victoria and soon joined in.

As they all walked into the back of the house, Brooke asked the big question; "OK, what's going on. Why are we the only ones in our chastity gear?"

Kelly smiled over her shoulder, "we decided that Victoria had had enough, for now. She's been out of that stuff since Friday night."

"Yes, and we've been making love, almost non-stop ever since," Victoria added, dancing a little jig as she walked along beside them.

"Oh, that's no fair," Denise whined.

"And you're mean for rubbing it in. Especially since it's been weeks since we got any," Brooke added.

"Hey, it's your game. Don't blame us for the tortures you're applying to yourselves."

They all laughed; some more than others, as they sat down at the dining table for a quick drink before the tutoring session was to begin.

Kelly and Victoria both watched slyly as Brooke sat and moaned, at which point they both giggled. Brooke stuck her tongue out at the both of them, and then at Denise, too.

"What did I do?" she complained.

"Knock it off, all of you," Brooke scolded.

After that, they sat and chatted amicably for a few minutes sipping the wine Victoria poured, before she and Denise headed out to study.

Kelly and Brooke continued to sit, chatting about this and that for a while before Brooke asked for an explanation of Victoria's freedom.

Kelly told her that Victoria was showing signs of strain, and she was feeling horny, so she unlocked the poor girl and they started in, only coming up for air and food all weekend.

"Well, now that you two are satiated, are you going to lock her up again?"

"That's really up to her. Remember, although we're not as even handed as the two of you. And.although I'm still the dominant one and she's still the submissive one, I don't make all the rules around here. She still has to agree to play."

"Good, that's the way it should be. Even I was getting a bit concerned, last week, when you got all Dom on Denise."

Kelly smiled, sadly, "yah, I understand. I got carried away. I do love you two, and I guess I started seeing Denise as another submissive plaything, to be toyed with. It won't happen again."

"It better not! You just remember, she's mine."

"Oh? Are you getting all Dom, now?"

Brooke laughed, "no, it's never really been my thing, but occasionally it does seem like something I'd like to try."

"Well, if you ever want any tutoring on that subject, I'll be happy to provide a lesson plan."

They both laughed, and quickly moved on. Brooke, in particular didn't want to go any further.

Later, they headed to the kitchen and prepared chicken salads for all. And, then called in Victoria and Denise.

Victoria happily reported good progress, and Denise agreed that she was indeed, doing well.

After dinner, Kelly made it clear that she expected to see Brooke and Denise, the next night at the club, in full chastity mode. Victoria added that she would be in her chastity gear too, surprising Kelly.

Brooke and Denise agreed, admitting that they had already planned to, to get their valuable points.

When asked, Brooke told them that, by her calculations, both she and Denise would be out of their belts on Saturday; a rare occurrence, and one that she expected to be mind-blowing.

Even though it was, by Denise's definition TMI, she smiled broadly at the thought.

Kelly asked if they might want to get together either during or afterwards, to celebrate the occasion.

The pair remained non-committal, as they weren't sure how their day would go, or if they'd have any energy available for socializing.

They left soon thereafter and headed home to relax and prepare for bed.

Once home and in their bedroom, after she had cleaned up and slipped into a night shirt, over the top of her chastity getup, Denise had to help Brooke with the lock on her plug, before she could take care of her chores.

Brooke was already growing tired of that aspect of her nightly, and morning rituals. And she could tell that Denise didn't exactly enjoy it either. It was weird having to ask someone to unlock you, so you could use the bathroom. It made her uncomfortable. Like she had lost all control of her body, not just of her pussy, and breasts.

But the more she thought about it, the more aroused she felt. Weird...

After work on Tuesday they again rushed home from work and hurried through the change and dress routine.

But just as they were ready to walk out the door, Brooke stopped Denise in the doorway. "Wait here."

And she rushed back into the bedroom.

Brooke came back a few seconds later with the choker she had bought for Denie, and also the little bag from the piercing studio.

"Turn around," she requested. And when Denise presented her back, Brooke reached around and added the choker around her neck. It pulled snug as she closed the fitting on the back.

"Why?"

"Because you're mine. And I want everyone to see that," Brooke said, kissing her on the mouth.

Denise couldn't deny the thrill she got as she heard her wife words. Her cock confirmed it, quickly hardening and straining within its enclosure.

"Like Roxanne to Christine?" she mumbled.

"Well, perhaps not as seriously as they play at it, but, yes, like that."

Denise swallowed, feeling both nervous and thrilled at the same time.

Then, with no other way to respond, "I love you."

And they kissed again.

Only then did they pile into the car and drive away. Brooke had been too excited to really notice the feeling of the plug expanding in her ass, and Denise had been too surprised to pay attention to her reaction, or lack thereof.

Arriving at the club they joined up with Kelly and Victoria, who as promised, was also locked into her complete chastity outfit.

While they were settling in, Christine led Roxanne, over, and asked if they could join them for the evening.

"Of course, all four of them said, laughing, and room was made for a couple more chairs. It was a snug fit, but they were all friends and actually enjoyed the intimacy of it all.

They all had a really good time for the next hour, drinking and eating, and discussing various and sundry topics.

All six of them got along well, and they all enjoyed their friends' various kinks and motivations.

Several times other women stopped by the table and visited. Many of them were new to Brooke and Denise, but good friends of Christine. Brooke liked expanding their group of acquaintances, especially when the women had similar tastes in sexual perversions.

A couple of times she even shared her and Denise's secret about their chastity ensemble, much to her wife's discomfort. Each time, though the women were receptive and intrigued.

After the table was cleared, Christine commented on Denise's choker.

"You know, If I didn't know any better Denise, that choker looks like a very nice collar, a slave's collar, that is. Wouldn't you agree Roxanne?"

"Oh yes." She nodded, smiling brightly. Have you moved up to be Brooke's slave now Denise? You know that 'slave' is a step above 'wife', right?"

Denise was embarrassed, and had no answer for their friendly and sexy harassment.

"Oh stop, you two. Give the girl a break. I gave that pretty thing to her as a symbol of my love for her, and a way of telling the world that she is mine. The other day Kelly forgot that for a couple of minutes."

Everyone looked at Kelly, who held her hands up, professing innocence. But then she spoiled her denial by admitting, "only a little bit."

And everyone laughed, before turning back to Denise and Brooke.

"It is lovely," said Victoria.

They all agreed. But then Christine jumped back in, "but I still think it looks like a slave collar."

Brooke laughed, and Denise smiled, nervously.

"Well, now that you mention it, I do have one more piece to add to it, but I'll need some help. Christine you seem to be the most interested, can you give me a hand?" Brooke asked.

"Sure."

"OK, take this piece and, don't drop it!"

She then handed Christine something small, that no one else could see.

"Denise, don't move." Brooke then ordered.

She then stepped up to her lover and proceeded to work a C shaped gold ring under the tight choker and position it in front of her right ear.

Of course, Denise couldn't see any of this, she just sat still and looked across the table at Victoria, who smiled, reassuringly back at her.

With the partial-ring in place, Brooke pulled out a pair of pliers and fitting them inside the C instructed Christine to position the piece inside the opening. Within a few seconds the C had become an O, and Brooke swiveled it around until it was sitting just below Denise's chin.

Christine and Roxanne both clapped, and Kelly smiled, too. Victoria's smile was a bit more subdued.

"What did you do?" Denise asked, shakily.

Christine answered, excitedly, "now it really looks like a slave collar. It's lovely."

Denise's hands went up and she felt the ring looped under her choker. She could feel it pressing against her throat. She grabbed it and swiveled it back and forth a bit before looking up at Brooke.

"Is this what you want?" Denise asked, upset.

Brooke could see that her lover was frightened and confused, by the whole thing.

Roxanne slid over into Christine's chair, before she could sit again, so she was now sitting next to Denise. She grabbed one of her hands and held it as she leaned over to whisper in her ear, "remember, a slave is a step up from a wife."

And she kissed Denise on the cheek.

Although Denise appreciated Roxanne's encouragement, she still wasn't comfortable with the situation. And she wasn't really prepared for the slave role. Especially when she considered what it meant to Christine and Roxanne, who were fully into that lifestyle.

Brooke quickly realized that she had gone too far. That Denise, who hadn't been too concerned about wearing the pretty choker, didn't like one bit the implications of the ring and how it definitively shifted the look into something a sex slave would wear.

"Honey, please don't be upset. I bought that because I wanted everyone to understand that you were mine, and not someone to be trifled with."

She paused for a minute, and gave Kelly a dirty look, "like Kelly, or more importantly Annette and that type. I've seen the way some of those Doms look at you and I don't like it. And it makes me worry for you."

Kelly tried to protest, but a look from Brooke shut her up.

Victoria tried to help out, "Denise, you do sometimes come off like a submissive, so you draw the attention of those mistresses looking for a new toy."

Victoria's comment distracted Denise for a moment. How can I explain that part of my shy behavior is because I'm afraid of being discovered as a man in drag? She thought.

Denise just sat there lost in thought. She recalled some of Dennis' old fantasies of being submissive to a dominant woman, but they weren't among his favorites, not on the same level a chastity and cross-dressing. So, actually the thought of being a submissive sex slave to her lover wasn't really a terrible thing, but still she wasn't prepared for tonight's happening.

She continued to just sit there, fingering her collar with its ring as she listened to Brooke, and Victoria, and Roxanne too, try to make her feel better about her new accessory.

Finally, Brooke, hoping to calm the situation stood and invited Denise to dance. She was still upset, but she too decided that it would be good to get away, so she got up and began shuffling over to her lover.

Christine, though, wasn't going to allow them to sulk, alone, "good idea, come on Roxanne, we need to dance too," and she tugged gently on her slave's leash.

So, the four of them wound up working their way onto the crowded dance floor, nudging their way into the mob.

With their thigh bands, Brooke and Denise were limited in their movements and that made it easy for them to stay close, simply swaying to the music.

Christine and Roxanne were both more energetic in their movements, with only the leash draped from Christine's hand to Roxanne's neck to get in their way, and they were used to dealing with that.

They danced through a couple of songs, and Denise decided that it had been a good idea. She began to relax, enjoying the music and the dancing, and forgetting that she wore a slave collar around her neck.

As she moved, she constantly caught glimpses of their two friends, and noted that Roxanne was doing her best to keep an eye on her, always smiling and encouraging her.

Denise also noticed one particular woman, nearby, who was also watching her, through the other dancers. She was pretty, well dressed and very statuesque. The woman was tall and well-muscled, as if she spent a fair amount of time in a gym, but she wasn't heavy or bulky.

It made Denise self-conscious, as she suspected that it was the collar that the attractive stranger was staring at.

When the song ended, Brooke and Christine decided that they had had enough and, with Brooke leading and Christine following they began making their way through the crowd, toward their table. Of course, Roxanne trailed closely behind on her leash, leaving Denise as last in the parade.

She had only taken two short steps when the statuesque stranger stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

Smiling, she reached up and hooked her finger through Denise's collar ring, and holding it, she held Denise in place.

When she reached up to try and free herself, the stranger slapped her hand away with her own free hand. Denise was surprised and confused, not knowing what to do. The woman then moved her hand to the back of Denise's head, and cupped it, while she pulled her face up by her ring. Then she bent down and kissed the surprised Denise. She held the kiss for several moments and even nibbled on Denise's lip before straightening, smiling.

Denise was shocked. Not only by the woman's actions but also by the way her cock was reacting to the event. She was very turned on.

When she tried to say something, the powerful woman put her finger to Denise's lips and mouthed 'shhh'.

She then, still holding Denise in place with her finger through her collar ring, used her free hand to begin caressing her. She started with a gentle swipe of her cheek, moving slowly down to her throat, brushing over and along her collar. The hand then moved down beneath her neck to her upper chest and then onto her breast, where it paused.

Denise stood frozen unable to move, not just because of the woman's grip on her collar, but also because of her confused feelings. She did see the momentary look of confusion in the woman's eyes as her hand encountered the solid chastity bra.

But the caress continued after pausing for only a moment. The hand continued sliding slowly, and sensuously down her belly to her waist where it again paused when it came across the metal band of her chastity belt.

Denise saw the woman's expression change again. It became a look of recognition, she thought.

The hand didn't stop. It followed the band toward the center of her body and then down further following the hard surface all the way to Denise's crotch.

There it finally stopped, cupping Denise's sex for several long seconds.

The woman was now smiling, pleasantly, at Denise, who couldn't help but smile back, bashfully.

The stranger finally used her knuckle to tap several times on Denise's chastity belt's plate, before retracting and moving it back up to Denise's face.

She caressed Denise's cheek as she again bent slightly and kissed her. This time the kiss lasted longer, and Denise even felt the strange woman's tongue push gently between her lips. It felt wonderfully sumptuous, and Denise found herself sucking it deeper as she returned the kiss, her eyes tightly closed.

Denise's arms, almost of their own volition moved around the woman's back and closed around her waist, holding the two of them even more tightly together.

All the while the band was playing and people were dancing around them. Denise didn't notice or care.

The woman finally broke off their kiss. When she released her hold on Denise's collar, Denise didn't move, she just stood there, still with her arms around the sexy, loving woman.

When she opened her eyes, the stranger was smiling down at her, gently and lovingly.

Denise smiled back, overwhelmed with her feelings. But she did release her hug, as the woman took a small step back.

The wonderful stranger then bent down toward Denise's ear, and whispered, "good slave," before turning abruptly and disappearing into the crowd of dancers.

Denise stood dumfounded for a few minutes, ignoring those around her, until she finally came to her senses and shuffled off of the floor and to the table.

Everyone else was back, seated, and only Brooke paid attention as Denise walked up toward her chair.

Brooke mouthed, 'bathroom?'

Denise just shook her head, 'no', as she slumped into her chair and took a big drink from her glass.