Ffion and the Trial - Chapter 4
Ffion's week flew by as she worked on her report and prepared her presentation to her former colleagues and their client. Although technically everything went smoothly, there was an unsettling vibe in the room. Ffion had always given her presentations while dressed in her geeky attire of t-shirts, jeans, and boxers. This time, however, she was wearing a skirt over her panties and tights. She could feel some disapproval from a few places in the room. Ffion took pleasure in showing off her plunging bra and low-cut top, especially when she saw their faces as she caught sight of her cleavage. If only she had worn stockings and suspenders with a shorter skirt, she mused. In the end, she wasn't invited for a drink afterward.
Amy drove her and Rosie away from the office. They all chuckled about the disapproving reactions of some of their senior managers. Afterward, they picked up Rosie and went to a country pub. Amy informed Ffion that she was in charge of splurging for the evening. The three of them ate, drank, and had a nice conversation together. Ffion mentioned how much she was looking forward to reuniting with C and Jenny but also enjoyed her time spent away. Amy and Rosie both thanked Ffion for visiting.
Amy held Ffion's hand and made eye contact with her, "I've been really touched by the fact that you came out to me and then confided in me about your wish to be a slave. And then you made me your bridesmaid. I feel like I've been involved in your journey."
"You've been the best friend I could have ever wanted. You helped me with the ceremony; I'm not sure I would've made it through without you."
"Thank you, Ffion. I couldn't have imagined missing that."
That evening, Amy talked about her plans for the following day.
"You'll be making dinner for six people. Flora is driving you back to the West Country and she's bringing Catryn with her. And I want to introduce you to some friends."
"Sounds fun," replied Ffion.
"And you'll be the after-dinner treat!"
Confused, Ffion asked, "What do you mean?"
Amy laughed, "My friends are a gay couple, and it's their 10th anniversary. Rosie and I have decided to make you into a tasty treat for them. You'll be covered in cakes and cream."
"So I'll be like the dessert?"
Amy beamed, "You've got it! We're going to go out tomorrow and buy lots of sticky treats. Rosie needs a new sports bra, so I'll get you some lingerie while we're there."
The next day, Ffion was busy in the kitchen until Amy and Rosie took her to town for a trip to the DIY store. They bought plastic sheeting, the supermarket for various ice creams, fruits, whipped cream, cakes, and trifles, and a visit to Bravissimo for Rosie's sports bra. While Rosie disappeared to try on bras, Amy and Ffion browsed the lingerie.
Amy spotted a pretty white bra with embroidered flowers.
"This could be perfect for you, Ffion."
Ffion giggled, "It's adorable but a bit pricey here."
"But it's my treat. Since you're a big girl, you should be a Bravissimo girl."
A saleswoman approached them.
Amy inquired, "Do you have this in a…what size are you, Ffion?"
"I'm currently wearing a 36D, but I don't see one on display."
"I'll go check our stock."
A few minutes later, the saleswoman returned, carrying two bras. "Shall we try you in a cubicle, Ffion?"
Ffion followed, joined by Amy.
"I'm bringing a 36D and a DD."
She led Ffion into a fitting room and left her with the bras. After a little while, Ffion peeked out and the assistant checked the fit.
"My money's on the double D."
Ffion stepped out and was checked once more by the assistant. Amy stood at the door as well.
"You're looking stunning, Ffion," said Amy to the assistant. "And I'm going to need a pair of panties with it too."
The three of them returned to Amy's house but made a stop at Boots for a couple of items. At home, Ffion was sent for a bath with a bottle of Nair.
"I'll be in the kitchen. You need to primp up and be ready for your custard party!"
When Ffion stepped out of the room, her long hair flowed effortlessly behind her, showcasing her flawless makeup. She donned a navy wrap dress which was adorned with tiny daisy patterns. The dress’s deep neckline highlighted her cleavage. Around her shoulders, she draped a soft blue pashmina and accessorized with earrings and a necklace.
Ffion gave a promise to Amy, "I'll put on my heels later on."
In response, Amy said, "You look stunning, Ffion, I wonder if you're wearing stockings instead of tights!"
"They're holdups, Miss Amy."
Amy inquired if the dress would be effortless to remove.
"Yes, Miss Amy, it just involves undoing a few ties and removing the belt and sash."
Ffion blushed, and Amy presented her with a tiny bottle.
"You'll need this later, Ffion," she stated.
Ffion took a peek at the bottle.
"Is that lubricant?" she swallowed anxiously. "I'm not just here to serve dessert tonight?"
Amy assured her, "It's part of your role to bring their fantasies alive. I hope you're feeling sexy, wearing that lovely lingerie you have on."
Ffion laughed and hugged Amy. "Thank you, Miss Amy. I was unsure about how you'd handle my enslavement. I initially thought you couldn't cope with this aspect when it wasn't with the group, and you've been a fantastic mistress thus far. How do you feel?"
Amy mulled it over. "The unfamiliar side of our relationship has thrown me for a loop, but I'm thoroughly enjoying dominating. I find it extremely satisfying."
The doorbell chimed, and Ffion was instructed to answer it. Two women burst through the door, Catryn and Flora, full of life and vigor. Ffion prepared a bottle of prosecco and proceeded to the kitchen.
The doorbell rang again, and two men appeared. Ffion knew one of them as the hairdresser that Amy had recommended when she first came out. He was tall, slender, and possessed a dazzling smile. Ffion greeted him. The subsequent man was muscular, bearded, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a broad smile.
Ffion ushered them into the living room and then dashed to the kitchen for two additional glasses.
Amy broke the silence, "Jack, Gordon, this is Ffion. Amy told you that she has something special planned for you tonight, and Ffion is truly looking forward to providing it."
Ffion smiled, "Hi Jack and Gordon, a pleasure to meet both of you. I'm Ffion, and I'm eager to give you a memorable experience."
Jack responded, "Have you been informed about our request?"
Ffion giggled, "Well, I have an idea. But I'd prefer if most of it was a mystery for me."
"Do you enjoy surprises?"
She replied, "I hope I'd like your surprise along with Gordon's."
Ffion sashayed her hips as she returned to the kitchen. Her feelings oscillated between excitement and apprehension, similar to a Victorian bride anticipating her wedding night with anticipation but concerns over the physical act. Once she had served the main course, Ffion retreated to the bathroom to cleanse herself down below before applying lubricants.
She retrieved all the desserts from the kitchen, carrying them carefully. She flirtatiously engaged with Jack. "Hey fellas, are you in the mood for something sweet?"
She discarded her dress, revealing a satin chemise, black panties, and hold ups. On the table, she sat, spun around, and lay down, spreading herself out. She winked at Jack. "Warning: this might mess up my hair!"
Gradually, Flora and Catryn started unraveling boxes, applying cream and custard over Ffion's body. Ffion graciously accepted a cherry from Gordon. The six of them indulged in their meal, taking sweet morsels from Ffion's body with spoons. Finally, they sat back, content and fulfilled.
Amy announced, "Alright, Rosie and I planned to head to the cinema."
Catryn chimed in, "And I thought we might spend the evening at my favorite bar along with Flora."
Amy directed, "Well, then Ffion, you should prepare for fun with Jack and Gordon."
Ffion pulled herself together, exiting the room and re-entering in her sexiest black lingerie, only to find herself alone with the two men. Two whiskey tumblers were brought over and set on a table. She was wearing stockings and suspenders under her satin chemise, and she exuded sexual energy.
"Hey guys," she winked, "Are you ready for something sweet?"
The group seemed anxious.
Fion mentioned, "I'm uneasy as well, but I yearn for this, therefore don't hesitate."
She moved towards the sofa where they were seated next to one another and offered them their drinks. Then she stooped down, kissed them both back to back, and chuckled. Her breath vibrated.
"Would you like to remove each other's clothing? I believe I'd appreciate that."
Fion wandered into the center of the space and watched as they stood up and embraced. They kissed each other while undressing, and their excitement was evident. As their desire increased, Fion questioned if they may embrace without her. But they faced her magnificent, aroused, and all set for pleasure. She sunk down and kissed each tip, lingering with her tongue. There had been anticipation, now there were genuine occurrences. In her pants, she felt the lubricant she applied. She realized she must act or the moment would slip away. She coated the second man then shifted, lowered her undergarments, and guided him.
He was engulfed by her.
She knew he was inside her.
She was conscious of the flesh of a man against her face.
She took him into her mouth.
She merely desired him inside her.
She was a receptacle of bliss, ecstatic at the attention of two men.
She knew the man within her body was becoming desperate
She wished him deep within her.
And he thrust.
She was filled with his pleasure.
She recognized him as he softened.
And his position was taken by the third.
And she understood he would be soon.
And she knew she could be soon.
And he thrust.
And he jerked.
And she nearly shared his delight.
The three of them collapsed onto the floor in a heap of compassion and kisses, sweaty and pliant together. And she kissed their faces and basked in the strength of their arms. Then she wept. They were concerned that they had harmed her, but she explained her tears of elation.
And as the dream faded away, they smiled together, then Fion stood, adjusted her underwear, and smiled.
"Are you genuinely a slave?" Jack inquired.
Fion flashed a grin and nodded.
"Did you want to do this with us?" he persisted.
Fion couldn't suppress her smile, "No and yes. No one inquired if I'd like it. I was told that it had to happen. It wasn't my decision, it wasn't my objective, it wasn't my plan. So, no. But it was simply so enchanting. I can't cease grinning. Therefore, yes."
Her finger brushed against Gordon's organ. It pulsed with her contact.
"And if you asked me right now, I'd say yes and yes and yes."
On a delicate rug on a warm floor, the three of them engaged in lovemaking. And eventually, the other two males left, abandoning the slave in a pool of bliss and their bodily fluids.
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