Lead her to a private booth.

With an air of control and confidence you tug Bridget to her feet. The Scandinavian beauties pale blue eyes show her desire. Her small pert nipples bud out, large and erect, begging for attention. “This way pet. Does Steve know what you get up to whilst he is out of town?” You ask, a curious look on her face as you mention your best friend’s name. Her husband’s name.

“Mistress, have we met?” She asks.

“Quiet pet.” You instruct her firmly, a tug of the black leather leash tightening the choker and silencing her. You find yourself getting excited leading her all but naked in her heels and garter to a curtained alcove. Steve would be jealous. You like the sense of power and control. She is yours. You sit and make her kneel compliantly beside you, controlling her with firm tugs of her leash. She positions herself as you previously instructed her. Your hand cups one of her small breasts and she shivers as you play with her pronouncedly erect nipple. “Maybe I should take you back to your house. Your husband’s away for the weekend on a business seminar after all. While the cat’s away...” you suggest as your hand caresses her slim body. She shivers.

“Home? Er... no Mistress Michelle... um... that... is... um.” She blushed as your hand moved down her taut belly and toyed with her navel. Your intent is clear. Your objective is her sex.

“Out with it. You must obey me after all.” You tell her firmly, giving her ass a small slap. She is easily controlled.

“He isn’t away on business.” Bridget confessed ashamedly. She swallows as your hand finds her mons. Her sex is clean shaven like yours. You forefinger circles it a slow, deliberate spiral. Clean shaven... So you can’t be certain she is a natural blonde. “I... I used X-Change to become Bridget. When she confessed her fantasy... it caught me fancy. I’m Steve. Bridget thinks I’m at a seminar.” She admits.

You blink in surprise.