An Eveasdropped Conversation

It wasn't long before the slow progression that had been formed took a leap forward.

It was a normal day and I was coming home from work. Normally I would have been greeted by Paige at the door. Though, Sandra had taken up the practice at times. But, neither were in place today. But, from the voices in the kitchen, it was clear to me that not only was Paige at home. But, Sandra was too.

Now, what probably would have been the proper thing to do is announce that I was home and greet them. I wasn't feeling particularly proper today.

Instead, I crept to the side of the kitchen and listened in to the conversation. From my vantage point, I could see that Sandra was wearing her matching Maid outfit.

"You didn't seriously go to the store this way. That's so naughty." Sandra said.

"Martin ordered it." Paige said. It was true. The previous day, I had sent her to the supermarket in nothing but her fetish outfit. Though, for the sake of public decency, I had allowed her a real set of underwear.

"But, how did you even get out the door? It's cute and all, don't get me wrong..." Sandra laughed. "It's a cute dress and all. But, you have to find it humiliating."

"I believe that's the point." Paige said. "If it's embarrassing. But, I have to do it. Then it...then it...it really drills it in. The fact that I don't really have a choice in the matter."

Paige let out a long sigh.

"You know, maybe you might experience that sort of lack of choice soon. Considering how things have been going..." The statement from Paige trailed off. But, she'd said the entire thing with an uncharacteristic giggle.

"Oh shut up." Sandra growled. There was a soft thud that I took to be a very weak shove.

"Look, if we're being serious here." Sandra shifted her tone to something more serious. "The truth is...I don't know if we're going to go that direction. Yeah, we've been having a lot of fun lately. But, it's not like I'm over his hang ups. And who even knows what's in his head? We've certainly never talked about it seriously."

"Well what do you think he'd say?" Paige asked softly.

There was a paused, I strained even closer to the doorway, my curiosity having gone from playful to **** interest.

"Martin? I think he's too honorable for his own damn good." Sandra laughed. "We are talking about the man who keeps his best friend naked in his apartment and won't even make a move on her."

"I bet I could tell him eight times in a row that actually, I wanted him to really take it up a notch. And he'd still be asking me if I was sure, and tripping over himself not to go too far."

"He was always that way." Paige said with a giggle.

By this point, I was pretty close to protesting. It was probably true, mind you. But, I wasn't going to take it lying down, dammit. Ultimately, I elected not to. Instead I kept waiting near the door.

The truth was, I was just as unsure about the question as Sandra was. I was enjoying the new, kinky edge to our relationship. It gave a lot of the euphoria of dominating Paige, but none of the guilt or indecision. But, it still was just a bedroom game with her. I hadn't tried actually moving into something like a full dom/sub relationship. Would it all remain so breezy if I did?

"Besides, who'd want to deal with all that formal rules nonsense?" Sandra laughed, taking a teasing tone. "A girl would have to be prettyyyyyyy crazy to let herself be...eh...locked in a chastity belt, full time."

"Hey!" Paige squeaked.

Back where I was, I was still wrestling with what Sandra had said. Was I really too honorable for his good? Was I wasting an opportunity?

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