I sent Louise an e-mail telling to stop by in that evening and to wear play clothes.

We don't have a regular relationship; she is not "my" sub and I am not "her" Dom. We play with others when we feel like it, but when I have something new I want to try, or when I just feel the need, Louise is the one I usually call. And when I call, she always comes.

About eight o'clock I heard her car in the driveway. I met her at the kitchen door. She was wearing play clothes: a sweat suit, in case there was the odd welt or bruise that she didn't want to display as she drove home, and under it a thong with Velcro closures on the side and a tightly laced satin corset. And shoes. Always shoes with ridiculous heels. Tonight, they were three-inch platforms with at least four more inches of heel.

Louise says her legs look better when she wears them and she feels sexier.

I hate them. They are awkward in play. I don't find them visually appealing. And once she kicked me when I sma...

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