Wendy sat up from her large, soft, king size bed. She unconsciously reached to pull her gown around her, and was mildly startled to find she had once again fallen asleep in the nude. She had been doing that a lot lately, and though it seemed perfectly natural to sleep unhindered by clothes, it wasn’t normal. She looked down beside the bed, and saw her familiar blue flowery dress in a heap. Her feet hit the floor as her hand scooped up her Wal-Mart underwear and dress. A glance at the clock confirmed she was nearly late for her group therapy session. She had made great progress getting over the mental warping and physical events at the costume party, but several of the people who had attended still met at the therapy, to discuss their recovery and issues they had encountered. Wendy clutched her clothes in her left hand, walking carelessly through her home naked, toward the bathroom. She laid the clothes on the counter, turned on the vanity lights, and bent over the tub to start running the shower water. She stood as the phone rang, and she laughed. “Ten more seconds and you’d be out of luck, whoever you are.” She shook her head as she skipped quickly out the bathroom and around the corner to the wall mounted phone. “This is Wendy, and you almost missed me, whoever this is!” She giggled as the rich male voice echoed in her ear. “I need to speak to Sleepy Crystal.” Wendy looked around. She was sitting in her small car, which was off. A garage door was automatically closing behind her vehicle, making it dark from the sun’s absence. There was a wood door open, into the home from the privacy of the garage. The expensive luxury car beside hers was a testimony to the quality of home she had entered. She wasn’t sure, but felt reasonably certain that she had hung up, showered, dressed and come here. She wasn’t sure where she was, but she wasn’t too freaked by that. She looked again at the wood door, realizing someone was probably waiting for her. Slamming her door with a loud thump, Wendy stepped silently around her car. Her bare feet made no noise on the cement, as she stepped up into the doorway, and onto the plush carpet. She nervously jingled her car keys in her left hand. “Hello?” She cried out. The large home was full of pretty glass statues, prisms, and delicate ceramics. She stepped hesitantly, getting only a few feet in the door when a door closed down the hallway behind her, and a man appeared. He was holding on a hanger, a small leather minidress, black vinyl thong, shiny black accessories and black ankle boots each with a bright brass zipper on the side. Wendy blushed lightly at the unknown man. “Excuse me, I’m sorry but I was kinda spacing out while I was driving,” she started. “Please stand still as I dress you.” “Do wha,,” Wendy tipped her head sideways, half in shock. The man was slightly taller than she was, a little older, with dark hair and blue eyes. His stare was familiar, and his smile was disarming. She couldn’t help smiling too, as she formulated a polite comment. “That’s very nice, but those aren’t really my kind, um, what are you doing?” The man had bent over in front of Wendy, and lifting her left foot with both hands, then the other, he then lifted and slid the shiny black thong up her thighs. Wendy was more shocked at the fact she hadn’t tried to stop him. He stepped close enough for her to smell his after shave, his fingers firmly gripping and feeling around her, snugging the fetishy article over her butt and yanking it roughly up her hips. “Excuse me!” Can I say something?” Wendy was appalled, humiliated and furious. She was turning purple in the ears and cheeks. She had to stop him, and get answers. “You cannot move but you may speak.” The man stood beside Wendy, and she found her neck too stiff to turn to face him. The alarming dark haired man leaned back, and around Wendy, running his left hand up her right thigh and buttcheek. He patted her ass with a nod of approval. The store owner pivoted on an ankle, her right hip, and some shoulder, to look at him. Fear welled up inside her. Her body was quickly stiffening up. “Just, wait ok, I need to know,” she started, when the charismatic man firmly began rubbing the crotch of her new vinyl undies. Wendy gasped, a tightening of her inner muscles signaling an oncoming hot flash. “Stop! I need to know why, ok?” She tried to look down at the hand of the violator in the white oxford shirt. She could feel him rubbing from the band across her lower tummy, down to the moist area directly between her thighs, then back. The strangely attractive man smiled lightly. “Why am I rubbing your hot new thong, or why you drove here naked?” Wendy’s mouth dropped. He had pulled the thong up. He hadn’t pulled anything down. She felt his fingers reach deep under her, his hand cupping her entire vinyl thong. His fingertips curled upward as his thumb pressed exactly where her clitoris was stirring, growing. She tried to grasp his hand but her arms simply didn’t get the message from her brain, and they hung limply beside her. Goosebumps covered her, and she fought against her own body, which was rapidly becoming excited, not repelled. Visions of the drive over replayed in her mind. Flashes of stopping at red lights, slowing for turning trucks, moving the seatbelt to lay between her displayed breasts. “No! no,, no why, why am I,” She managed with great effort to tip her pelvis away from his hand. “Why you came here, or why you must let me play with your pussy?” His right hand landed softly on her private area, her hip muscles twitching. His thumb wiggled above her clitoris as his fingers pressed the vinyl into her sticky wet lips. Wendy looked downward but could not see his hand, and couldn’t tip her head. “Yes, Oh my God,, yes, why, why am,, am,, I,” The man stood and stared directly into Wendy’s eyes, calm confidence radiated from him. “Why you love wearing Blueblood brand clothes?” Wendy fought against her waist, trying to fall down, turn away, even plie’, but it was as if the thong wanted her to stand there and be petted, fingered. Her pelvis turned and leaned toward his rewarding, warm touch. “Yes, why,, no. No. Why am, am,” “Why you want to relax and obey your owner and fiancée?” Wendy’s thigh muscles let go, as all her tight and terrified tendons loosened. Her body slumped slightly as she stoodShe gasped in horror. “Yes, but, please, please,” Wendy uttered. “You want to ask me why you can’t remember what you want to ask me don’t you.” The maddeningly calm man placed his left hand on Wendy’s shoulder, while his right continued stroking her crotch. “Yes, I,,” Wendy searched for what she was about to say. “You want to put your Blueblood Brand bell collar on while I explain don’t you?” The peculiar man with nice skin was smiling as he raised an eyebrow, producing a pretty, small black collar with shiny brass bell in front, and a dark metal buckle in the back. “Um,, yes, I think,, Yes and tell me please!” Wendy felt her belonging drape around her slender neck, a gift from the enigmatic man. He deftly secured it under her blonde ponytail in seconds. She looked at him, for a forthcoming explanation to something, a question she couldn’t recall. The man reached up slowly with his index finger of his right hand, and with a smile of victory, tickled the bell hanging from Wendy’s neck. Wendy giggled. Doctor Lewis tinkled the bell again, and Wendy laughed, her body wriggling. She couldn’t remember what the joke was but she was sure it was funny. Her fiancee’ was great at telling jokes. “You want to finish dressing while I start the cameras, don’t you?” He was walking away before she could answer. She looked at the very small amount of light, leather bedroomwear. Something wasn’t right. She frowned. As she stared at the clothing, she heard her husband-to-be say something, but before she could decipher his words her eyes and mind went dark. Lewis was beside her from nowhere, his after shave arousing her as it always did. She smiled. His camera was set up on its tripod, where it usually stood. She looked around the large bedroom, at the carpeted walls, track lighting everywhere and numerous friendly little cameras. She sat up, propping her self up with her arms behind her, legs stretched out in a familiar, comfortable way. She felt some time had passed, and hoped she hadn’t missed anything her lover had said. “Baby, tell me what you were going to do now.” He stood staring into Wendy’s vacant eyes, blue into blue. Wendy curled her hair around her right finger, absently. “Um, well I was hoping I could model some new clothes I got from Blueblood!” She held out her arms, in a classic pose, displaying the new leather minidress. The spaghetti straps tied around her neck held the small triangular pieces of delicate black leather in front of her nipples, allowing most of her breasts to show on the sides. The leather snugly formed around her tummy, turning into a shiny black cheerleading skirt which barely covered her athletic ass. At the point the tight corset area became a skirt, four silvery rings were sewn in place, on the sides and in front and back. With the ankle boots, small black wrist straps with shiny D rings, and her black velvet collar with bell, she looked like she had stepped out of a catalog for discerning subs and dommes. She watched Lewis hurry back to the main camera, and knew he was as turned on as she was. Every stance, every curled arm and turned head gesture brought her closer to orgasm, and she knew he must be close as well. Knowing this exaggerated her poses, deepening her frontal bends, lifting her ass higher while on all fours, flipping her hair high into the air. Several minutes of erotic enticement rolled into the digital cameras, and the motion picture cameras, and onto film, chip, and internet hard drive. She laughed as a mini-orgasm rippled through her insides. She slowed her poses as her body began to shiver, rolling onto her back, on the large round bed with the beautiful red silk sheets. Wendy’s hands went to her thighs and crotch as the orgasm washed over her, consuming her, filling her. She spasmed, little shrieks of ecstasy proclaiming her complete release to nature and its will for her body. She slowed in her pulses, wet fingers rubbing her juices into her thighs as the mind-numbing orgasm subsided. She lay spent on the bed, half wondering what had happened. Lewis crawled up onto the circular bed, standing on hands and knees by Wendy’s left side. She glanced over. “Um, baby, there was somewhere I had to be, was it therapy, or something,,,” she asked. Before she could finish, Lewis flicked the brass collar bell several times with his finger, and she giggled instantly, blinking several times. “Wendy baby, you have to just forget what you were thinking and freshen up, because at lunch time you’re going to have some company, won’t that be great?” “Yes! God that’s great! I need to shower and put on something nice,” new found energy catapulted the dancer off the bed and in front of her fiancee’ doctor. “You have to wear something soft and sexy don’t you?” Lewis flexed and wiggled his knees, now on both sides of the leather clad blonde. She looked at him blankly for a second, as if not understanding what he said, then smiled. “Well hon, I was going to wear my brown sweater, and white corduroy”,, she was cutoff by the resonating voice of her sexy man. “You wanted to wear the white latex set and your collar.” Wendy looked up, and realized her lover knew her so well, he could almost read her mind. “That’s what I was going to say!” “Now slowly undress as sexily as you can, and if I get good and hard, you can suck me off and go shower, while I go to work till lunchtime.” With the click of a pocket remote, a dozen small red lights came on around the room and ceiling. He replaced it in his pocket, now tighter from his growing hard on.