Cathy plays dress-up

"Hey, Anita, can I see that corset?" Cathy asked.

"The silk one?"

"Yeah, pass it over for a sec. Here, Suki, hold this." Cathy passed the whip to Suki, who held and looked at it as if it were a cobra.

"What are you doing?" Allison asked as Cathy stripped off her shirt and kicked her shoes from her feet.

"I just want to try it on," Cathy said. "I want to see what it's like."

"All right, but be gentle with it," Sam said. "It must be delicate, and I want to try it on too." Her eyes dropped to Cathy's large breasts as they came free from her brassiere, and she licked her lips at the sight of the mostly naked American girl.

Cathy didn't stay naked for long, as she gently slid the soft corset down over her head and adjusted it around her waist. "Hm, I think this was made for someone a little shorter than me. And with smaller tits. There's no way I'm getting these in here without ripping it."

"Just leave 'em out, girlfriend," Allison suggested.

"Here, don't forget this," Jo said, holding out the scarf.

"Hey, I never said anything about a blindfold!" Cathy insisted as she slipped the white heels on her feet - miraculously, they fit rather well, if a bit tightly.

"Excuse me?" Sam said. "Who's wearing the submissive outfit here? I think you do what we say, girl."

"Besides, if I can stand being blind, so can you," Jo said as she approached with the scarf.

"Oh, fine," Cathy agreed. She bent down slightly and allowed Jo to tie the scarf around her eyes. "Now what?"

Suddenly she felt cold metal on her wrist, then the other one. Before she could even scream, Cathy was suddenly dragged bodily across the room to the wall, where she felt her arms pulled apart and fastened somehow to the wall. Immediately she tried to pull her hands from the cuffs, but they held her fast.

"Hey!" she shouted. "What the fuck?"

"Silence, ****!" shouted a voice. Cathy felt a hand lift the blindfold slightly away from her face, and to her astonishment saw Eric standing before her, dressed in the leather corset and brandishing the whip. Her breasts had also been too large to fit inside the garment, and she had solved the problem in the same way Cathy had, by just allowing them to spill out over the top.

Cathy shivered - whether from fear or excitement, she couldn't tell. "Listen, this is really funny and all, but -"

Eric pulled back and snapped the whip in the air inches from Cathy's face, the sharp CRACK echoing in the basement. "You will speak only when asked a direct question, ****, and you will call me 'Mistress'." Her face was deadly serious, her lip curled in a sneer of disdain. Only a quick, fluttering wink told Cathy this it was only a game, but the question remained how far Eric intended to take it.

"Yes, Mistress," Cathy whispered, and felt a thrilling shiver as she spoke the words.