"Seems strange that �I' the most conservative one, find myself in the position I do, faithful to you by being owned by others, servicing whomever, and now a woman� and this time because �I' sold �myself' into this situation� of my own choosing� and because I like the sex, the sensuality of being owned by someone." Karen placed my firm cock at her wet mound, closing her eyes she sat slowly, softly, sensuously onto my cock.

It was Friday PM when we crated Vicki. It took Vicki an hour of cleaning and fussing just to get the thing ready for use. It had sat in storage at the back of the garage for several months now. She wiggled and giggled as she sat onto the dildo protruding from the seat. Then I began to fasten and strap her into the crate. Ankles, thighs, wrists, and neck all locked securely into place. Then I worked the leather hood over her hair securing the laces snuggly.

"You comfortable?" I asked with a touch of caution.

"About as comfortable�." I pumped once� twice� three times� on the ball gag inflator. "as�mmmmppphhhh." The response became muddled by the swelling ball in Vicki's mouth.

"Lastly the Electro-stim." I said clearly as I flipped the switch. An immediate squeal emitted from the leather hood. I laughed then screwed the crate's side panel into place. I set the crate at the garage the same as last time. The phone rang almost before I had removed the hand truck from the crate.

"I'll be right back. You okay?" I asked leaving the hand cart under the crate.

A muffled, "Mummphh.", was Vicki's response.

"Hello." I answered after the sixth ring.

"Is the crate ready for shipping?"

"Yes. Where exactly are you shipping her?" I asked with more concern than curiosity.

"Locally� in town." Karen responded. "Can you help me load the crate into my truck?"

"I suppose so." I answered more curious than concerned now. Almost before I hung up the phone a truck pulled up to the curb. She must have been up the street when she called. The tailgate had a lift which the woman, a cute blond thing, lowered before she got out.

"Thank you. If you would put the crate next to the cab then I can tie it secure. We don't want to damage the cargo with any shifting about." I tipped the crate enough to slide a hand truck under my crated Vicki walking her to the tailgate. The woman raised the gate. I corner-walked the crate to the cab. She began roping it off� rather skillfully I might add. In a few minutes the crate, Vicki, was tied securely to the cab and the bed of the truck.

"See you Sunday night about ten." She climbed into the cab and sped away with my wife, Vicki, crated like cargo in the back of her truck.

"This is the crate I was telling you about. It is very fragile so be careful." It was Bobby's voice Vicki heard as the two talked. "Just leave it in the center of the living room. I'll uncrate it later." Vicki's sighed as she bumped to the floor. It was going to be awhile before she was freed.

Questions raced wildly thru Vicki's mind. Did Bobby know? What did Bobby know? What had she told him? What was she going to do with her lease? Was she to be presented like this to Bobby� now� as an engagement gift� or later. Vicki did not want Bobby to see like this, crated, like cargo� not now. Vickis heart pounded as she waited.

The door closed behind Karen and Bobby as they left while talking about dinner plans. Vicki sat in the silence of her crate. It was late when Vicki heard the door open. Two voices�

"Make love to me here� in the living room." She said leading Bobby to the couch. "Tie my hands to the crate� take me here� now."

"Okay." Bobby began undressing his fiance. Vicki listened attentively. Even though it was his fiance jealousy raged wildly inside Vicki's mind. Bobby had been her lover, her man to fuck for many months. Karen was noisy as Bobby tied her hands to Vicki's crate. She struggled tugging and rocking Vicki's crate as Bobby tied her ankles to the opposing legs of the couch. Bobby began licking her twat.

"Yes�. Yes� I'm cumming�. Yes!" She squealed. Vicki was sure that this was directed at her. Bobby grunted pummeling Karen's pussy. Tears welled up in Vicki's eyes.

"Yes� Bobby� fuck me�"

"I'm cumming." Bobby grunted squirting his hot jism into Karen's pussy. Vicki flushed hot, angry with jealousy. It became silent. She struggled to overcome the reality of her situation. The logic of Karen's engagement did little to ease the anger, the jealousy, and pain in Vicki.

Bobby left. The crate sat silently in the dark. Vicki's owner simply went to bed ignoring her completely� not even a tap on the side� a rude comment� nothing� just silence after the fucking. It was morning when Karen opened Vicki's crate. Vicki struggled with her emotions as the side of the crate opened.

"Interesting, I've never seen the inside of the crate. I just made the shipping arrangements. This is Jack's own design." She fondled Vicki's breasts examining each part of the crate. She took the hood off of Vicki. Vicki blinked struggling with the light of day. She left Vicki crated for another hour while she showered� and another hour while she fussed about the kitchen. It took another fifteen minutes for Karen to free her.

"Ever been with a woman?" She asked sitting on the couch across from Vicki. Vicki struggled to her feet. Her legs cramped and wobbled. Vicki held to the crate stretching her legs.

"No." Vicki said focused on her stiff limbs.

"Neither have I." She said honestly.

"And?" Vicki puzzled as she stood straight the pain almost bending her in half again.

"I showered this morning. Take a shower. And we'll see how this works out." She pointed to the hall. "I'll wait for you in the bedroom." Karen stood leaving Vicki to herself.

The shower felt good. Vicki had an inkling, a concern better said, that this is where things would be when she sold her the lease�if anything at all� but now facing reality it was more than a little intimidating. She did not desire a woman, though she had not been repulsed by it either. And in the light of the moment she had NO interest at all. That was in a large part, her delay at the signing, and in part the confrontational factors too. Yet she had signed the lease. Vicki dried herself. Wrapping a towel about her Vicki opened the bathroom door. Vicki had not packed an overnight bag in the crate. She had no clothing with her. She never used or needed clothing with Jack's �crate & freight' trips. The blond lay waiting quietly wrapped in soft floral sheet.

"I have been contemplating this since I found your phone number." Karen spoke softly, barely above a whisper. "You see Bobby is into� well� you know� he likes to tie me up for sex. I like it too� and so do you or your number� well� wouldn't have been on his phone and all." Vicki sat on the corner of the bed still wearing her towel.

"Yes� and�" Vicki encouraged Karen to continue.

"Well, you see I've been exploring this whole tying up� bondage type thing, on the internet. I thought that since you and I have Bobby in common I thought that we could help each other out by experimenting� learning� training each other. I want to learn more for Bobby� and I'm going to make a gift of you and I� as bondage partners, to him later� so I figure it would help you too." Karen struggled with her nerves hiding behind a thin smile.

"Okay. So, now what?" Vicki enquired, her curiosity peaking. She had never considered anything of the sort but the ideas Karen expressed did have a certain intrigue for Vicki's imagination. And it did explain Karen's purchase, her in-experience, and commitment to Vicki's presence.

"Come here. For now I want us to get used to being together� I want you to� you know�" Karen blushed pointing to her waist.

"Ah, yes�" Vicki dropped the towel wanting to slip quickly between the covers. She had never done � you know ' with another women either and frankly was at least as nervous as Karen seemed. That felt reassuring in some odd way.

"You're bald� shaved clean." Karen exclaimed as the towel fell to the floor.

"No, laser shaven. Jack had all my hair from the neck down removed the first week he owned me. I haven't touched a razor since." Vicki knelt to the edge of the bed.

"That is absolutely stunning. I'm going to have Bobby do that to me. I mean I hate shaving my legs� much less trimming and preening." She sat up to observe the smoothness of Vicki's sex. "May I?" She reached to feel between Vicki's legs. Vicki lay back into the pillows exposing sex to the woman's curious fingers. "Soft. No stubble or anything." Vicki smiled. She was nervous but the touches felt good.

"I'm sure Bobby would take care of it for you. He likes the feel too." The woman seemed a bit taken back� momentarily� it passed.

"That's right. You've been with my Bobby." Karen chocked on her own words barely getting them audible. "I feel a bit out of my element. I'm more than a bit nervous about being here with you... and the whole Bobby thing too." She sat back.

"Me too. I've never done this with a woman so I am struggling a bit too." Vicki began to caress her breasts.

Karen closed her eyes relaxing into silence. Vicki kissed softly upon her nipples. Her nipples responded in a familiar manner. Vicki's touch found the woman's sex. She was wet. Vicki knew where to work magic upon her sex. Her fingers danced lightly subtly about the woman. Vicki pulled her hair back above one ear. Her sex smelled musky, strong. The tip of her tongue flicked across unfamiliar areas. It was tangy. Vicki let her tongue part the folds of the woman's sex. Slowly Vicki licked tracing lightly the tangy pungent folds of a woman. She began to twitch. Vicki focused her attentions again. The woman moaned. Vicki began slowly sucking on her clit. She came loudly. Vicki continued.

"Don't stop� don't stop�" The woman came again and again, wave after wave of passion crashing thru her being. "Yes. Oh, yes." She came wildly again. "Don't stop." Karen rasped wildly after she came. Vicki noticed the flushing of vaginal moisture as she came. She avoided it. Karen came again� and again� and again.

"No� lick me� suck me dry." The woman chided begging Vicki to continue. Vicki did as she was told.

"That was the best I've ever had! I've never had so many orgasms� like that� one after the other. Wow!" The woman bleated exhausted by Vicki's attention

"Let's get dressed and I'll buy us some lunch." She almost bounced out of bed. Vicki smiled following with a bit less enthusiasm. "I don't�."

"I took the liberty of buying an outfit for you to wear." She called to Vicki from the bedroom. Vicki had arrived naked.

"Where is that?" Vicki asked.

"It is in the upper right draw of the vanity."

Vicki slid the drawer open. A new pair of suntan, shear to the waist panty hose� a dark blue bra� with a hole at the end of each cup� 36C so it should fit � in a manner of speaking�a shear lace black blouse� and burnt sienna skirt� almost knee length and spit up both sides to the waist � laced with black ribbon. It was not intended to close the gap just keep it from flapping open.

"Interesting, do you really expect me to wear this thing?" Vicki presented the bra to Karen� a finger protruding through one of the holes.

"Your choice actually, but the blouse won't hide much." She smirked. She was right in that. It was a choice between being virtually bare breasted or the Holey Wonder she held in her hand.

Vicki tried the blouse without the bra�. No� she would be arrested for public nudity. She fastened the bra, spun it around, bent over at the waist and adjusted it. Vicki stood to the mirror. As she expected, a nipple peaked thru one hole while the areola showed at the other. She adjusted it a bit further. Finally adjusted to fit, a nipple and partial areola protruded thru each hole� now erect from the fussing. It was simple enough� she was going to show something. The only real question was how much. Vicki put on the blouse. Her nipples showed though the lace of the blouse disguised most of her breasts.

"I've got a few other surprises for you this weekend."

"I can't wait!" Vicki pulled on her hose grimacing at the thought.

"I need you to cinch this up for me." Karen had put on a pale blue corset, half cup shelf bra with laces at the back. I want to improve my waist line. I signed up at the spa to tone things but I am gonna use this until I get the size and shape I want." Karen began to snug the laces. "Tighten it as tightly as you can to begin with." Karen struggled mightily pulling hard upon the laces. Finally Karen slipped into her blouse. It was shimmering in the light but opaque and very light weight. It clung to every contour of her breasts� and nipples. Even in the bedroom overhead light shadows removed all doubt. Her skirt was a complimentary print flowing well past the knee� and split at the front� to the waist. There was enough fabric to allow coverage if she was careful how the split fell. With a quick flick of her wrist she thru the fabric back across her thigh.

"Well, what do you think?" Karen had shaved her own sex. It was a tiny neat trail of light fuzz� a few inches tall, no more than two fingers wide� ending at her clit, which she had neatly shaved. "Not as permanent as yours but it makes a nice presentation, don't you think?" With that they we off to do whatever�

Lunch was simple enough, Village Inn. "We look positively trashy!" Vicki whispered self-consciously.

"Excellent!" Karen ate her lunch with fervor. Karen was much more eager for this than Vicki, though Vicki did understand and felt a genuine curiosity developing.

Next stop was �Bed, Bath , and Beyond'� several large candles� those with several wicks and a fondue pot and the last stop was at a pet groomer's.

"This is Brutus. I asked Bobby to get him just last week." It was a four month old Lab, finely bread and groomed. She led Brutus to the car. Vicki sat silent, nervous, overwhelmed� and more than a bit intimidated.

Karen drove along the road. The sun was warm thru the window. Vicki sat silent. Her mind was racing wildly considering the �Toys'� their conversations� and their attire.

"Brutus is� a curiosity I came across while doing a bit of research."

"Do I dare ask?" Vicki said glancing sideways.

"Oh, sure, you can ask. You may not like the answer but you can ask." She said with a bit of a giggle.

"I don't think I will. I'm sure I don't want to know just yet. And what if I don't want to go along with all this stuff?" Vicki asked flatly.

"Same as always, you choose, but I think you will. And besides I want you to help train me too. I don't want to do anything with you that you don't try on me. And in time Bobby can play with both of us. At least that is what I hope will happen."

Vicki sat in silence fidgeting occasionally with the buttons of her blouse.

"So?" She asked insisting upon a response.

"I'm not going anywhere." Vicki said with more than a touch of reservation.

"Good." It surprised Karen to have Vicki agree so readily.

The drive to Karen's home passed in silence. Vicki listened to the panting of Brutus, the quiet hum of the engine, and a blue spring sky. She found it nerve racking and yet still it gave her time to consider things. So much had happened in the past few days� the passed few hours had been a trip too. She smiled to herself staring out the window. Maybe Karen was serious about sharing in this � do and be done ' thing after all. It could be interesting. She did enjoy being tied with Bobby. But this, this, bondage stuff. She mused at the odd turnings of things.

Vicki had never expected things to go this way when she signed the Bill of Sale with Karen. In fact truth-be told she had not expected anything to come of it. She figured it to be a �revenge � embarrassment thing' to get even with her, though at some level she had contemplated something like this mornings tryst. And while Vicki did not consider herself a lesbian or homophobic for that matter or one to go both ways, she had considered the possibility and not found it revolting� curious was a better expression. Not curious of what it was to be with a woman but rather curious about what THIS woman might want of her. Her mind drifted.

Vicki thought about her husband. Wait till he hears about this one! She smiled at the window in front of her. It was not often that she thought about him when she was with someone else. Usually her sense of the moment, her own passions and desires kept her in the moment. She was not given to fucking one while considering another. Vicki's passions kept her focused upon the cock inside her at the moment. That was okay too because she would make that same dedication to every moment with her husband. Once in a while she thought about him, missed being in HIS arms, and questioned where she was, what she was doing, and why. Those thoughts created conflicts in her. And seldom was it that she could just pack it in saying sorry I want to go home now.

Vicki learned to accept the situations and her feelings. She loved her husband dearly and had NO desire to leave him. At times she wished they had never started this extra- marital stuff. But they had. And what's more she liked the attention, the responsibility to keep her men well serviced; she liked the sex and didn't want to give it up now. Vicki smiled blushing at herself.