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Top Katie Part One

(FDom, D/s, Hum, Blackmail, NC, F/Dog (lick), 
uniform, exh, latex, toys, ws)


By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)



(1)

Hecate got off the plane, tired after the long 
journey, but happy that she was going to see 
Katie McN again. There was a bit of a car 
journey still to go, but a nice, air-
conditioned limo would keep out the Texas 
heat.  It was nice of Katie to have arranged 
all this so that they could stay at the 
mansion for a while.

The limo pulled up the door and a wave of heat 
hit Hecate as she got out. She wasn't used to 
this sort of heat. Dry and dusty, unlike 
anything she'd experienced in England. She 
looked up as the front door swung open and a 
blonde woman, about 125 pounds and about 5' 
7", rushed out and hugged her.  They looked at 
each other.  "Hello, Darlin'," said the 
blonde.

'Katie', thought Hecate, 'is absolutely 
gorgeous!' Especially in that black silk mini 
dress, Hecate's favourite colour.  

"Hello", said Hecate staring at Katie's chest 
and laughing, "You cold or just pleased to see 
me?"

Katie grinned. "It's the aircon - it's being a 
little difficult!"  Hecate and Katie grabbed 
the suitcases and walked to the mansion.  "It 
is big," said Hecate, "lucky, you're really a 
rich author in real life!"

"It's not that big - remember, this is Texas," 
Katie said with a smile.  

"Where's Lexi?" asked Hecate.  

"She'll be back in a couple of days," answered 
Katie, "she's had to make a quick trip to 
Canada. Nothing wrong, just needed to go."

"As I'm going to be here a while, can I use 
one of your computers to write?" Hecate 
inquired.

"Sure," said Katie. "You use mine and I'll use 
Lexi's."


(2)

Hecate was enjoying Katie's company. She was 
as much fun in the flesh as she was on the 
Net.  Katie had had a tiring day and went to 
bed early, so Hecate decided to do some 
writing.  Being the sort of person who 
couldn't resist it, she snooped around Katie's 
story files and found some plot outlines. She 
sat back and began to read.

 * * *

In the morning, Katie was her usual bubbly 
self and they decided just to travel around a 
bit. Katie promised to take her to one of the 
bars she'd mentioned, but Hecate wasn't sure 
that was a good idea.

"So, how'd ya get on last night?" asked Katie.

"Incredibly well," said Hecate. "I actually 
managed to write a complete short story.  I 
posted it; proofed it myself. I was so excited 
about it, I couldn't wait to send it to be 
edited."

"I'll have to read it," enthused Katie, "I 
usually enjoy your stories!"

"Yeah," said Hecate with a wavering grin.  
Katie looked at her. All of a sudden she 
didn't seem to be very enthusiastic, thought 
Katie. Oh well, she thought, mentally 
shrugging her shoulders, let's have fun!

Fun, on Katie's terms, meant a tired and 
rather bedraggled Hecate arriving back at the 
mansion with an impossibly fresh-looking 
Katie.

"Shleep, I need shleep," slurred Hecate.  
Katie looked disappointed. 

"But it's only midnight!" she said.  Then, 
looking at Hecate, she thought she'd better 
put her to bed.  She could write a bit and 
wind down before bedtime.  Supporting the 
slightly staggering Hecate, she took her to 
the main staircase and walked her up. She took 
her to her bedroom, undressed her, with the 
odd admiring glance, and put her to bed.  Lexi 
would be proud of me, she thought.

Katie headed on back down to the computers 
leaving Hecate mumbling away in her sleep, 
something about "Why, oh, why?" 


(3)
Hecate woke up the next morning, her head a 
little tender and her body a little achy.  She 
hadn't done this sort of thing in quite a 
while.  She got up, went to the en suite 
bathroom for a pee, and got herself ready and 
feeling human again.  She dressed and went 
down to the kitchen, two floors down.  Katie 
was already making breakfast - American style. 
Hecate smelt it and wondered if she could 
possibly eat it. Pancakes, syrup, (*real* 
maple thanks to Lexi), bacon and a lot of 
other goodies.  On balance, she thought she 
could; she had never let a tender head get in 
the way of good food!

Neither talked much while eating. It would've 
been difficult given the amount!  Hecate 
wondered how Katie stayed so slim. It just 
wasn't fair!  Hecate wasn't fat, but 
voluptuous was a reasonable description; she 
worked hard to keep the nice side of too big.  
Eventually, the chomping noises stopped.  
Hecate looked at Katie, smiled, and said, 
"Thanks for putting me to bed and everything. 
I haven't had such a wild time like that for a 
while. Just not used to it."

"No problem," said Katie with a grin.  "Why 
don't you go and sit while I put the plates in 
the dishwasher?" Thankfully, Hecate got up, 
and wandered upstairs to a back room looking 
into a surprisingly lush garden.  She sat and 
stared at the garden, happy, but with a 
nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

She dozed off a bit, but woke up when she 
heard Katie's high heels tick-tacking across 
the polished wooden floor behind her.  She 
looked back. Katie was looking at her with a 
funny expression. 

"Something the matter?" asked Hecate.

"Maybe," said Katie shortly.  "I read that 
story you wrote. Couldn't find it in the 
folders, so I downloaded it from the 
newsgroup. It was very good. You should be 
mighty proud." 

Hecate didn't look proud. She looked worried.  
Katie started up again, "I loved the plotline. 
It was all worked out so nicely. Good 
denouement. Good characters."

To Hecate, it seemed as if she spat every 
word. "Thanks," she said, not looking Katie in 
the face.  Her gaze moved down to the floor 
and remained there.  The pause allowed Katie 
to carry on.  

"You know", she said, "I thought there was 
something familiar about it as I was reading 
it, and when I went to start writing, well, 
there it was: the self-same plot, the same 
characters, everything".  Katie paused. Then 
she said at the top of her voice, "So *WHAT 
THE FUCK* are you playing at!!!!"

Hecate looked up, tears in her eyes. "I, I, 
just c-couldn't h-help myself", she stuttered. 
"I-I'd h-had an idea, but your p-plotline f-
fitted it so much better. A-And the c-
characters.  I k-knew after I'd done it that I 
shouldn't have. I was j-just s-so excited 
about what I'd written."  Hecate stopped and 
took a deep breath. "Katie, can you ever 
forgive me?  I don't know what came over me.  
It's only us who know."

Katie stared at her.  Hecate could almost see 
her brain working.  She wasn't sure she liked 
the smile that was beginning to form on 
Katie's face. Not a welcoming smile or a 
friendly smile, but something akin to wicked 
delight.

"Of course, Darlin'," she said. "But an 
injustice like this can't go unpunished." 

Hecate looked down at the floor, her face 
reddening. In a small voice she said, "Yes, I 
know. But can't you ever forgive me". 

She heard Katie's voice, sounding hard, but 
with a hint of delight, saying, "Well, I 
suppose I can, you are a good friend.  But, of 
course, you *do* have to pay when you do 
something wrong, don't you?"

Hecate was a little worried. What did she 
mean?  She was obviously just playing some 
little game, so Hecate acquiesced.  "I suppose 
so.  What had you in mind?"

Katie smiled a sweet smile and said, "Well, 
you, missy, are going to what I tell you. 
Anything I tell you and everything I tell you. 
Because if you don't, I might decide to 
publish some of my outlines to help the up and 
coming young writers, mightn't I?"

Hecate looked horrified. "But, but, Katie! 
What do you mean, do everything you say?"

"Just that!" said Katie, sternly. "You do have 
a choice. You can say no."

Hecate thought for all of ten seconds before 
gulping and saying, "Yes. OK. Anything you 
say. Anything."  Hecate thought that things 
could only get better now.


(4)
	
With Katie's first words, Hecate realised that 
she was wrong.

"OK, Hecate!  Stand up and get that dress off! 
Then wait here, I have a few things of Lexi's 
that I want to get."

Hecate stripped off her clingy black dress to 
reveal black silk underwear beneath.  She 
stood there, with a slight shiver from the 
coolness of the aircon, her nipples hardening 
from the temperature drop.  She waited 
starting to feel slightly humiliated as she 
heard Katie come downstairs, a slight clanking 
noise accompanying her.

Katie appeared carrying some strips of what 
looked like leather and a small chain. Hecate 
started to get *really* worried.  Katie looked 
at her standing there.

"You look worried. And I thought you liked D/s 
and bondage and so forth. Oh well, we shall 
see." 

With a wolfish grin on her face, Katie told 
Hecate to move back to the big, soft armchair.  
Katie pushed her down so that her back rested 
against the front of the chair, her legs out 
in front of her. Sliding her forward slightly, 
she moved her head so that her neck was 
supported by the front of the cushion, and her 
head was flat on the seat of the chair.

"Whoooeeee, you do look good like that," said 
Katie.  "Now keep still while I make sure you 
aren't going anywhere."  

Hecate gulped as Katie strapped on what turned 
out to be leather cuffs onto her ankles and 
wrists, and a larger strap just under her 
breasts. Katie then threaded a couple of what 
seemed to be half a dozen small chains through 
eyes on the straps, then tying them back to 
the chair. By the time she'd finished Hecate 
couldn't move. Oh, she could lift her head 
slightly, but that was all.

"Now that's a pretty picture," said Katie, as 
Hecate saw the light of a flash go off. Katie 
said, "of course, you'll be wanting me to keep 
the pix private, won't you?" At that moment 
Hecate knew she was doomed.


(5)

Hecate heard zips undoing and clothes hitting 
the floor. She tried to look up, but couldn't 
really see what was going on.  Then Katie 
appeared in her line of sight. And what a 
sight!  A slim, taut body dressed in red bra 
and panties, capped with wild mop of blonde 
hair, her eyes flashing with amusement and 
desire.

"Now then, Darlin', I really have some reading 
to do.  I'm going to go and print a few things 
out then come and sit and read," said Katie, 
with a big grin on her face.

Hecate watched as Katie turned round following 
the movement of her tight, firm buttocks as 
she marched away.  She felt herself become 
more than a little aroused. Of course, tied 
down as she was, feeling herself was the last 
thing she could do. So she waited instead.

The clacking of Katie's heels announced her 
return. She was holding a pile of pages. 
"Thought I'd get me some story reading done - 
catch up a bit, y'know."  With that, she 
approached Hecate, leant over, giving Hecate a 
wonderful view of her breasts, and placed the 
pages on the top of the wide chair back.  She 
moved round and climbed on the chair seat, her 
knees resting on the seat of the chair. 

"All comfortable, are we?" said Katie.  Hecate 
wasn't sure how to react, though she could 
guess what was coming next. Looking up, all 
she could see, was the stretched red material 
across Katie's crotch.  Being in a position 
that many of her admirers would wish to be in, 
was no consolation to the chained Hecate. She 
felt used and humiliated. But she also felt 
more and more turned on.  'What was Katie 
doing to her?' was her last thought as Katie 
lowered herself onto Hecate's face.

Hecate's nose was just the other side, so she 
was able to breathe lightly.  But what a 
breath! All she could smell was the aroma 
wafting from Katie. All she could feel was the 
impression of Katie's pussy lips on her mouth.  
Hecate felt her own body reacting.  Her 
nipples had swelled to hard points and she 
could feel her own juices leaking into her 
panties. She kept trying to resist, but it was 
no good. She felt humiliated at being used 
like this, but when she thought about it, she 
was finding that this was turning her on even 
more. It frightened her.  She was terrified 
that Katie would realise that there was 
probably nothing she wouldn't do.

After a while, she felt a dampness through 
Katie's panties. She could feel with her mouth 
that Katie's lips were more prominent. She 
opened her mouth and poked her tongue into the 
little indentation that had formed.

"No!" scolded Katie. "You just keep that 
pretty little mouth shut. If *I* want you to 
do anything, *I'll* tell you!"  

This went on for about fifteen minutes. Then 
Katie lifted herself off Hecate's head and 
stood up.  Hecate's face was red from the 
pressure, but, as Katie looked down, she could 
also see the hard nipples pushing through 
Hecate's black bra and the wet patch on her 
black panties.  She looked, and smiled.

"Well," she said, "that was nice wasn't it?  
You obviously thought so, didn't you?"

Hecate decided she'd better try and get out of 
this, though she didn't hold out much hope.

"No. I was bound to get turned on with your 
pussy in my face.  Anyway, what's Lexi going 
to say when she hears about this?"  There, the 
ultimate threat, thought Hecate.

Katie arched one eyebrow and with a playful 
look snapped out, "So you think Lexi is your 
way out, do you!" Hecate looked down. 
Obviously not.  Katie hadn't finished though.

"Lexi made me promise that I wouldn't have sex 
with you, but that we could play.  So, you 
can't do anything to *me*.  Hahahaha! But I 
can do whatever I *want* with you!"

Hecate really *was* in trouble.


(6)

Katie left her there for a while, feeling 
vulnerable and still a little turned on.  Then 
she came back and started unlocking Hecate.

"OK. Now we're going to go out.  I've laid out 
some clothes for you to wear and some 
jewellery.  We'll go upstairs now and get you 
dressed."

Hecate found her limbs were a little stiff, 
but they soon eased up. Katie, who had left on 
the chains holding her hands, led her 
upstairs.  Hecate still had mixed feelings 
about this, though getting close to Katie in 
the flesh had always been one of her dreams. 
Not quite what she had in mind though!

Katie had been rummaging through Hecate's 
wardrobe, and when Hecate saw what she had 
selected she was horrified.  Clothes she might 
wear in private, with friends, but not 
outside, were lying on the bed. She didn't 
notice any jewellery, but the clothes were 
enough.

"Right, Hecate. Strip!" said Katie 
commandingly.  She unlocked Hecate's hands and 
watched intently as Hecate removed her bra, 
then her panties, which she had to peel off 
herself due to the earlier 'situation'.

"OK. Stop. Leave on the garter belt and 
stockings.  They frame your cunt nicely!"

Hecate shivered at the words.

"First we're going to put on the jewellery," 
said Katie, as she moved over to the dressing 
table and picked up a small box.

'What on Earth?' thought Hecate.  Katie moved 
close to her and put the little box on the 
bed. Katie moved her hands to Hecate's breasts 
and began playing with her nipples. She told 
Hecate to stay still, which was difficult, as 
Katie surely knew how to get a woman aroused. 
After a short while Katie seemed satisfied.  
Hecate, on the other hand, wasn't.  She was 
trembling with desire. Her nipples felt hard 
as nails and she felt really wet.

Katie pulled out of the box a longish gold 
chain and two gold hoops.  Hecate watched as 
she attached the hoops to two of the three 
ends of the chain. (Why were there three ends 
to the chain, Hecate thought). Hecate 
anticipated what those two hoops were for, and 
was not surprised when Katie placed them over 
her hardened nipples and tightened them until 
they were keeping the blood from flowing back. 
Hecate looked down apprehensively as she saw 
that the third arm of the chain dropped 
naturally between her legs.

"Y-you're not going to..." stuttered Hecate.

Then the breath whooshed out of her as Katie 
started fingering her clit, lightly, but 
vigorously.  She stopped for a few seconds to 
attach a third ring to the chain, and when 
she'd caressed Hecate sufficiently and almost 
beyond her endurance, she slipped the ring 
over Hecate's clit and tightened it.

There was a small ring holding each of the 
three chains, which rested on Hecate's 
stomach.  Katie fiddled with a small clasp on 
the side and as she did so it pulled the chain 
tighter. As Hecate felt the rings pull 
slightly on her nipples and clitoris, a thrill 
surged up her spine.

"Now put your panties back on," demanded 
Katie. Hecate reached across. As long as she 
was bent over, apart from tightness round her 
nipples and clit, nothing happened. As soon as 
she stood up again and the chains pulled she 
got a twinge of excitement. Finally, after 
several contortions, as she tried not to pull 
on the chains, she got her panties on.

"And now..." said Katie with a large grin, " 
...the clothes."

Hecate picked up a blouse off the bed. Blouse 
was a description that hardly covered it, and 
the blouse hardly covered Hecate.  It was 
black, as usual, but cut with a very deep vee 
and with only spaghetti straps to hold it up. 
It wasn't see-through, but left little to the 
imagination.  Then, the skirt.  A short 
leather one that barely covered her thighs, 
with a side zip. Of course, it meant her 
stocking tops were almost completely visible.  
Hecate just looked at Katie.

"I can't go out like this!" she said.

Katie just smiled and said, "What other choice 
do you have?  Come on, there's somewhere 
special I want to go to for lunch." Katie 
walked towards the bedroom door.  Hecate 
started to follow and stopped. As she walked 
the chains were pulling on her nipples and 
clit. She was aroused, and the more she 
walked, the more aroused she got.  She looked 
at Katie pleadingly, her eyes defocusing 
slightly.

Katie just looked and shouted, "NOW!!"

Hecate obeyed.


(7)

By the time she got to the car, Hecate was on 
the verge of coming, but once she was sitting 
down the pressure eased off.  She was still 
feeling extremely aroused though, and her 
panties were wet.

The journey to the restaurant was a nightmare. 
As the car moved, so did Hecate's breasts, and 
the chain kept pulling on her nipples. She was 
just thankful that the slack created by 
sitting down meant that her clit wasn't being 
tugged at the same time, else she'd have 
surely come in the car.

Katie, of course, had other ideas. As they 
neared their destination, she ordered Hecate, 
"Pull that skirt up, right up, and spread your 
legs!"  

Hecate complied, leaving her sitting there, 
her panties exposed.  Katie then reached over 
every so often, between steering the car and, 
through her panties, stroked her cunt up and 
down. . It didn't matter that her clit wasn't 
being pulled on by the chain.  By the time 
they came to a stop in the restaurant car 
park, Hecate was almost on the verge of 
coming.

Katie got out. But Hecate was afraid to in the 
state she was in. She knew what would happen 
when she straightened up again.  But Katie 
left her no choice, and she found herself 
walking to an outside table, the chain pulling 
on her nipples and clit. And her clit was 
being further stimulated by her panties 
rubbing against it.  With a massive effort of 
willpower, despite the sight of people staring 
at her in her abbreviated clothes, she thought 
she was going to make it. But, just as they 
reached the table she came. She forced herself 
not to cry out, and just grabbed the edge of 
the table shaking, before sitting down with a 
thump in one of the chairs.

Katie sat down genteelly, as if to emphasise 
what had happened. Hecate looked around to see 
if anyone was watching and saw several smiles 
from people at other tables looking in her 
direction. She reddened, even more than the 
flush from the orgasm, as she realised that 
despite her efforts, other people were aware. 
What she had trouble coming to terms with, was 
that the obvious humiliation of her situation 
wasn't turning her off. The opposite in fact. 
She turned round and looked at Katie and said, 
"I hope you're enjoying this!  I thought you 
were my friend!"

Katie smiled. "Of course I'm your friend. But 
you're the one who seems to be particularly 
enjoying this..." Then she laughed 
uproariously.

Hecate couldn't deny what she'd said. She knew 
Katie had always wanted to do something like 
this with someone, and knew that Katie 
wouldn't be able to resist the chance, and she 
hadn't. She was still ambivalent about how she 
felt though. Still, she thought, forgetting 
what she'd assumed earlier, it couldn't get 
much worse than this.

Katie, despite her efforts at portraying 
herself as such, was no dumb blonde. She was 
well aware that her friend was enjoying this 
more than she'd ever thought possible. And she 
had some more little treats lined up over the 
next hours and days that she'd set up before 
going back into the room with Hecate.

Hecate was still trembling slightly while 
Katie ordered. Drinks were brought to the 
table, a couple of cold 'long necks', as Katie 
called them. Surprisingly, as Hecate was 
expecting some place with a menu consisting of 
beef done in a hundred and one ways, this 
restaurant was Italian. Apparently, it did 
nice pasta (not pizza, which was the next 
thing she expected, though it was on the 
menu).  Hecate was looking forward to the 
meal, despite her current situation. She was 
'cooling down' nicely at the moment, as she 
wasn't moving around much.

Katie, watching her out of the corner of her 
eye, was grinning to herself. She called out a 
name, "Marcie!" and Hecate turned to look and 
saw a statuesque brunette heading towards 
them. She was evidently blind as she had a 
Seeing-Eye Dog with her, but she looked 
gorgeous.

She came and sat down next to Katie who asked 
Hecate if she minded if Marcie ate with them 
and then introduced her. Hecate agreed, 
thinking this would save anything else 
happening, at least while she was there.

That thought disappeared out of the window 
when, after they were into the second course 
and chatting away, Katie casually said, "you 
still got those wet panties on? I think it's 
time you removed them. Wouldn't want you to 
catch a chill!"

Hecate stopped, a fork full of pasta in front 
of her open mouth and went bright red. "K-a-t-
i-e!!!" she said, falteringly. Marcie was 
looking interested, but didn't seem to find 
this behaviour anything out of the ordinary. 
Hecate began to wonder about her.

"You heard me!" Katie demanded.

Hecate resignedly complied. She sat as far 
into the table as she could, pulled the table 
cloth over her lap as far as possible, then 
inched forward in her seat till she was 
completely covered. The tops of her legs were 
right at the front of the seat, and she only 
had to lift herself slightly. She reached 
under her skirt and pulled down her panties, 
bending down to pull them off first one foot, 
then the other. Covered as she was, an 
interested observer could make a good guess at 
what was happening, and there were several of 
those, not least Marcie.

She held them in her hand under the 
tablecloth. They were still quite damp. She 
looked at Katie, wondering what to do next.

Katie stared back at her, stretched out an 
arm, and said, "Give!"

Mortified, Hecate obeyed, hoping not too many 
people would notice, and, at the same time 
realising this was turning her on again, 
despite her feelings of humiliation.  She 
watched as Katie said to Marcie, "Like a 
souvenir?". Marcie grinned, nodded and grabbed 
them from Katie. Hecate could only watch as 
the panties were transferred to Marcie's bag.

Then Katie reached under the tablecloth and 
flipped her skirt back and told her to stay 
like that for the rest of the meal.

They had now reached the last course, and 
though Hecate was still nervous, she was 
beginning to calm down again when Katie nudged 
her and seemed to slip. Her hand brushed the 
tablecloth back a bit and knocked Hecate's 
hand so that the spoonful of ice cream she had 
been going to eat fell into her lap. Actually, 
right onto her bare cunt. It was very cold, 
but Hecate didn't make a sound as she quickly 
pulled the tablecloth back over herself.

Guess you'll just have to sit there, won't you 
Darlin'," smirked Katie. Marcie laughed and 
the two of them seemed very happy with the 
situation, which again got Hecate worried. She 
could feel the ice cram melting on her and 
running down her cunt lips and between her 
legs, then slowly dripping off her.

Then she felt hot breath on her leg and 
something cold. It was Marcie's dog. She 
quickly pulled her legs together but could 
still feel the dog sniffing around. She went 
red and looked at Marcie and said, "Er, your 
dog - he's under the table, and he's well..." 
she tailed off, unsure how to explain.

Katie looked at her and said, "Well, Darlin' I 
think you ought to open you legs wide and see 
what happens. Right now in fact!"

"But, but..." Hecate stammered. One look at 
Katie though, made Hecate realise that this 
was part of the price for what she'd done. 
She'd never had anything like this happen to 
her before, but she couldn't see a way out. 
Anyway, what could a dog do?

A lot, was the answer. From the second that 
the dog licked her inner thigh, Hecate knew 
she had a problem. The feeling of the 
roughened tongue on her skin was incredible. 
Then she felt the cold nose sniffing between 
her legs and she almost jumped. But she had to 
stay still. If she got up or did anything, 
people would see what was happening as the 
tablecloth came away. And, anyway, then she'd 
be in big trouble with Katie. No, she thought, 
I've just got to keep calm and I'll be OK.

And she was, until the nice doggy started 
licking the mixture of her juices and ice 
cream running down her cunt lips. She thought 
she'd be able to stand it, but soon realised 
that the dog wasn't going to stop once the ice 
cream was gone. With her juices, the ice cream 
and the dog's saliva she felt as if there was 
a river running between her legs. It didn't 
help that the clip down there was keeping her 
clit stuck out. Every time the dog did an 
upward lick, its tongue ran across her clit.

Katie told her to sit as far forward as she 
could, and Hecate obeyed and pushed herself 
forward until she had to grip the table to 
keep her from falling off the chair, her legs 
opened very wide. The dog began licking up and 
down, all the way from the bottom of her ass 
to the top of her cunt, then it narrowed the 
area and began trying to push it's tongue 
inside her, licking her juices.  Hecate began 
to tremble as she tried to control the 
sweeping feelings racing up her spine from 
between her legs and the explosions of colour 
before her eyes. She felt as if her brain were 
going to explode.  It was fantastic. She 
forgot where she was, or who or what was 
licking her. The dog was licking faster and 
faster, almost drinking from her. Its cold 
nose was continually rubbing her clit, and she 
even moved to try and get it to lick her 
there. When the dog finally did so, it sent 
her tumbling over the edge. She had a fleeting 
memory of being in public and tried to control 
herself, but the best she could do was stifle 
the cries she would have made in private. Her 
hands gripped the table hard as she came, 
throwing her head back, flushed from her 
breasts to her face, her whole body shaking 
and her sight a mass of half-seen coloured 
specks.  The dog kept on, but mercifully, the 
owner said something and it moved away, 
leaving a shattered Hecate, slumped down on 
the table, publicly humiliated, but not caring 
at all.

A minute or two later, Katie said to her. 
"Darlin, you better sort yourself out, cause 
we're going now."

Hecate looked up at her, now fully aware of 
what had happened. She acquiesced, just 
saying, "Yes, Katie". She carefully pulled 
herself back on the chair, making sure her 
skirt slid back into place, before pushing the 
tablecloth away and standing up. Immediately, 
she felt that insidious chain and clips start 
to tease her again.

They walked to the car park with Marcie and 
her dog. As they passed several of the tables, 
she heard mutterings and giggles and saw that 
people were staring at her. She just plodded 
on regardless. When they got to the car park, 
Marcie took off the dark glasses and pulled 
out some car keys, Hecate realised just how 
she'd been set up. But, hell, what an orgasm. 
She could still feel the dog's tongue. When 
Marcie said goodbye, she gave her a big kiss 
full on the lips, and she felt the dog stick 
it's head up her skirt and give her another 
quick lick too, almost causing her to collapse 
with the sensation. She was never going to 
forget this. After they'd said their goodbyes, 
Katie and Hecate got into the car and drove 
away.


Continued in Part Two


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