“You don’t expect me to let him breed me do you?”

At the mention of the website Sarah should have guessed that would have been the next question. “No, of course not.” She said.

Emily nodded, taking another sip of her coffee, “Does Friday night work for you?” She asked.

Sarah started, “Just like that?” she asked.

“Well I do find both of you attractive so why not?” She said.

Sarah paused wide eyed, “Wait both of us?” Emily nodded, “You’re Bi?” She nodded again. “I had no idea. I’ve never been with a woman.”

Emily smiled, “Well, if Ethan is like most men I know, you will be on Friday night. So date?”

Sarah agreed and they spent the next hour talking and planning things over coffee, what Emily was going to wear. The rules that Sarah and Ethan already had, that the **** can put on the collar, and the master can take it off. Sarah told Emily that she would have a nicer collar before Friday and that she could wear her old dog collar.

“So I have a question for you?” Emily said, “If I enjoy it, is it only going to be a special occasion thing? Or can I come over to your place wearing a collar on a more regular basis?”

Sarah thought for a moment but before she could reply Emily continued, “Or maybe you and I can have a ladies afternoon.” She winked.

Sarah was unsure how she felt about Emily’s eagerness, “Let’s see if I enjoy it first.” She replied.

“I will do my best to make sure you do,” Emily responded, “come on, this calls for new lingerie.”

Emily grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled her to her feet. Sarah followed Emily to a local lingerie store which specialised in only very erotic lingerie. “Emily, this place is quite expensive,” Sarah whispered as they entered. The woman there to serve them was wearing a covering but very suggestive piece. It was sort of a lingerie skirt which came up to a bralette which, although was technically covering, only left the nipples to the imagination.

Emily smiled and spoke much louder than Sarah thought was necessary, “Well, if you and I are going to be slaves for a night for your husband we should have a matching set.” The serving woman didn’t bat an eyelid as she approached, “How about I shout you and you find a way to make it up to me?”

“I am Viv, planning a special evening?” The assistant asked.

“I’m hoping for more than one, but one for now. We need something erotic and revealing, matching colours.”

The assistant looked at both of them, “Well black works for most skin tones, but we do have a black and red number which should work for both of you,” she led them to a seat as a second assistant brought out two glasses of champagne. This other assistant was very dark of skin, her ebony accentuated with an azure blue number which was lacy and not really covering at all, under the fine lace a sparkling set of pasties could be seen hiding her nipples. “Would you like Amanda and myself to model for you? Or will you be trying on each number?”