They pulled into Tom’s driveway and looked at each other. There was no need to invite her in for a drink. Janet clearly had a plan, and it involved the two of them going inside and getting down to business.

Janet moved first, opening her car door and getting out. Tom quickly followed. In a slow and tipsy way, Janet made her way around the car and met Tom. Her dress was bunched at her waist and her rope tied breasts were on display for all the world to see. As the wine continued to affect her she leaned more and more on Tom's arm. Once inside the house she raised her arms and turned round and around as she paraded into the living room.

Tom said “I'm going to get myself a drink, since you are clearly well ahead of me.”

Janet followed him into the kitchen.

“So Melissa helped you get dressed,” Tom started. “But she's not planning to stop by this evening. Is she?”

“No, it's just us.” Janet smiled.

“Alright, I guess we can work around a little bit of rope.”

“Actually, there is one more thing.” Janet sheepishly confessed. “Melissa put this on me too.” Janet reached behind herself and unzipped her dress the rest of the way. It slid off her body and landed on the kitchen floor. She was wearing a black leather thong. When Tom looked close he saw a padlock in front where the crotch strap came up and joined the waistband. The padlock matched the one holding the breast rope harness together, with the same engraving: PROPERTY OF MELISSA.

“Why is there a lock on your thong?” He asked.

“Well...Melissa chose this. As you said, she can have a bit of a mean streak sometimes. I'm sorry, but it's not coming off until she wants it off. Hopefully at work tomorrow.” Janet hung her head in apology.

Tom felt a growing frustration with Melissa’s tricks, but was still determined to enjoy his time with Janet.

“Damn that Melissa. There must be some way around this. Let me take a closer look.” Tom said.

Janet put her hands back on the kitchen counter and hopped up. Sitting near the edge, she leaned back on her elbows and slowly spread her straight legs to almost a full split. If she couldn't give Tom full access she could at least put on a good show.

Tom followed the leather strap down between her legs where it narrowed and disappear between her ass cheeks. There were four little holes punched in the leather gusset just below where he thought her clit was, and then two chrome studs farther down.

“What are these?” Tom asked, pointing to the details.

“The little holes are to let my pee out. Although, even with the holes my pee ends up going everywhere,” Janet explained. “Then there are the two pegs.”

“The two pegs? What do you mean?” Tom asked.

Janet reached down with one hand and pulled the crotch strap slightly away from her pussy lips. “There are two stainless steel pegs attached to the inside of the gusset. They are about the size and length of your middle finger. One is in my pussy, the other is….in my ass. There is no way the thong is going to pull far enough away to pop those out.”

Tom thought for a moment. “So you can pee thru the holes, but what about…”

Janet chuckled with Tom’s realization. “Oh, that. Melissa cleaned me out before putting this on me.” Janet explained.

“She cleaned you out?” Tom asked.

“Melissa keeps a variety of personal things at office. This afternoon she set up her enema bag in the supply closet. She would fill me up with a quart or two of warm water, and then proceed to shave around my pussy for as long as I could hold it. Eventually I would have to interrupt her, ease myself down off the table, and carefully hobble to the bathroom to expel. We repeated this routine for about an hour. By the end I swear she had shaved me three times over. I couldn’t get much smoother, front to back and everywhere in between. After that many enemas I was completely clean on the inside. Then she eased the pegs into me, wrapped the straps around, and locked it up. She was very pleased with her work. She’ll probably release me tomorrow, or the next day. It can be hard to predict her sometimes.”

Tom replaced her finger with his and pulled, but she was right. There was no way to get it off short of breaking it. And that would certainly bring down the wrath of Melissa that neither of them wanted. Tom took the liberty of hooking another finger in the strap right in front of Janet's clit and gave it a little shake. She wasn’t kidding about the shaving. Janet was smooth and bare everywhere that Tom could see.

“Mmmmmm. You tease.” Janet said, squirming around in the counter. “You know, along with getting me tipsy, you've also given me a full bladder. Will you excuse me for a minute?”

Tom looked directly into her eyes. “No. I will not.” Tom said sternly. He helped her down from the counter and then took her hand. “You are coming with me.”

Tom lead Janet out of the kitchen and down the hall. Janet was surprised and turned on by Tom’s firm command. She obediently followed him towards the bathroom, desperately trying not to wet herself along the way. Then Tom passed the bathroom and went to the backdoor. He turned on the backyard lights and opened the door. Janet felt a wave of nerves briefly wash over her, but her submissive side quickly shed them and the nerves were replaced by her trust in Tom. He lead her across the patio to the picnic table, held her hand up to steady her step, and walked her right up on top of the table. Janet could look over the fence and see into the next door neighbor’s windows. She squatted down so that no one would look out and see her standing up so high, naked, and tied in rope. Then Tom sat down on the bench directly in front of her, looked up at Janet, and said “Now you may go.”

Janet hesitated for only a moment, then balancing on the balls of her feet she spread her knees wide so that Tom had an unobstructed view of her captive crotch, and relaxed. It took about five seconds for her muscled to give up their control and Janet started to pee. At first it flowed out thru the four holes in her leather thong like a small watering can, then the volume exceeded the capacity of the holes and pee started to spray out around the sides of the crotch strap. It rained all over her legs, around her ass cheeks, and ran down her ankles. She flooded the table top and it ran down between the board gaps and onto Tom's pants. Janet's breathing slowed and a satisfied grin came over her face. Tom had never been that up close to a woman peeing before, and was surprised to discover how incredibly turned on it made him. When the last of the warm liquid stopped flowing and the remaining drips were making their way down her skin, Tom looked up to Janet’s face.

“Wow.” is all he could manage to say.

Janet reached between her legs with one hand and started slapping at her skin. She slapped the thong strap, she slapped her thighs, and she slapped the front of her ass cheeks. Without tissue to dry herself she had learned that slapping and smacking the drops away was the next best thing.

Tom stood up, took her wet hand, and steadied her as she stepped down from the table.

“We need to get you out of those wet pants.” she said.

Janet took Tom by the hand and this time she lead the way back into the house and down the hall. In the living room she stopped and faced him. First Janet unbuttoned Tom’s shirt and pulled it off. She ran her hands over his shoulders and chest and down to his belt. She then stepped closer so that her pointy squeezed tits rubbed and brushed against his chest as she worked to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. She moved her hands around back to his ass, slid her fingers inside his waistband and pushed down his pants and boxers. The pants hit the floor and Tom’s cock sprung back up and hit the thong strap just below Janet’s pubic mound. She grinned, grabbed his ass firmly, and pulled him close.

“Melissa may have locked me up down there,” Janet whispered to Tom, “but she can’t stop me up here.” She planted a seductive kiss with a slightly open mouth on Tom’s lips. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth for a moment and then pushed him down on the sofa. Tom sat near the edge, slouching back, and watched Janet lower to her knees. Janet parted Tom’s legs and took up a kneeling position between his thighs. She stroked her hands up and down his thighs and watched his cock twitch in anticipation. Tom rolled his hips forward a little bit and Janet took the cue. She lowered her mouth down on his cock and closed her lips around him, trapping the head of his cock. At first she just slowly swirled her tongue around his head. Once Tom let out his first audible sigh she started to push her lips down on his shaft. She pushed down a little and then pulled back up to the ridge of his head, pushed down a little farther and back up to the ridge. The way she kept her lips tight and caught them on the ridge of his cock head pulled at Tom’s length, and made him feel so big. The ring of her lips felt tight around him. Eventually she reached a point down on his shaft where his cock head was pushing against the back of her mouth, probing the opening to her throat. She stroked her lips up and down, slowly, setting a steady pace that was deliberate and wonderful, without accelerating Tom over the edge too fast. Janet kept her eyes focused on Tom’s face. She gazed into his eyes with enthusiasm. At times Tom would closed his eyes, and then Janet studied his lips and mouth and breathing.

“You are amazing.” Tom faintly spoke. He was focused on the sensation Janet was creating on his cock, and he was trying not to cum too soon. He wanted to make this feeling last as long as possible.

The next time Janet pulled out to his ridge she took a few deep breaths thru her nose and then lowered back down until his cock head was resting at the back of her mouth, pushing on her throat. Then she pushed down harder, popping his thick head into her throat. This was a new sensation of tightness for Tom, as she made his cock slide down deep in her throat. Janet felt so incredibly full. It felt like Tom’s cock was occupying the full volume of her head, and stretching her neck from the inside. She worked up and down, up and down, in the same slow rhythm that she had already established.

After about a dozen strokes she pulled all the way back up to the ridge of his cock head, took a few deep breaths thru her nose, and then pushed all the way down again so that her throat could massage his cock head on each stroke. Her mouth never lost contact with his cock. Janet’s lips were now firmly planted against his body, with her nose pressed to his belly, and her chin nestled in his ball sack. This continued on for only about another minute until Tom could not hold back any longer.

“I’m going to cum,” Tom managed to say just before his entire groin began pulsing and pumping uncontrollably. When Janet heard him say this she drove her head down as far as she could and pressed her face against his stomach. She reached her hands behind his waist and pulled him to her, making sure his bucking cock was as far down her throat, and far inside her body as it possibly could be. Tom’s cum shot down her throat, burst after burst, disappearing deep into her stomach. Janet managed to put her own breathing on hold for the entire time Tom’s body was pumping. She held on tight to keep her face in contact with his belly during all of his full body convulsions. Her dedication to his orgasm was something Tom had never experienced before. He truly felt he was inside her. When he was empty and could shoot no more, Janet slowly pulled up the length of his cock, sucking tight to his shaft, leaving no drop behind. When she finally let his cock leave her mouth with a kiss on the tip, Tom let out a noticeable sigh. Janet remained kneeling, motionless and silent. When he regained enough energy to lift his head to look at her, she said, “That was fun.”

Tom could only reply with “Yes. Yes. It. Was.”

Janet stood up, leaned forward and gave Tom a kiss. His hands lifted just far enough to give her nipples a gentle tweek. Janet moaned and lingered there for a moment to let him roll then around between his fingers.

“I’m going home now.” Janet whispered. “You just relax. We will get together again soon.”

Janet stood up and walked to the door. Tom scrambled to catch up to her before she left.

“Thank you.” he said.

“Thank you.” she replied. Janet proceeded to walk into the night, across the street, and to her house. She was naked except for a length of rope and a leather thong. Tom watcher her go into her house and close the door. Tom thought to himself, for a submissive sex fiend she sure enjoys being in charge of the situation. Returning her shoes from the car and her dress from the kitchen floor were going to be a good excuse to see her soon. But right now, Tom had only enough energy to return back to his sofa and finish his drink.