Wife of the Party

Chapter 5

"Perhaps an occasional short term lease? If you would be open to considering this, it would be appreciated by my acquaintance. I am available to meet at your convenience."

Monique printed the email that arrived two days following the meeting with Alan Chisholm and handed it to Pierre.

"Couldn't hurt," was Pierre's response. "Besides, I'm still curious about who his acquaintance is."

"It would all depend on how short short is. I could part with Laura for a few days but I don't think I would like her gone for weeks on end."

"This might work out well for all concerned. We retain property rights. We get to keep them together. And the acquaintance gets to romp in the hay with his very own beautiful slavegirl. Set up the meeting."

Monique responded to the email. "We would entertain the idea of short term leases as long as it is understood that no property rights will change hands. We can meet to discuss."

At four o'clock, they were seated at the same table as before. A very relieved Alan Chisholm sat across the table from them. "You can't possibly imagine how grateful I am for this," he said.

Then he went on to disclose the identity of his acquaintance. Mr. X was his son, Mark, a friend of Katherine's from college. He had met Laura at a couple of Katherine's parties and became hopelessly enchanted by her beauty, her poise and her raw sexuality. He had also apparently "sampled" her charms and described it as the most unbelievable pleasure of his life.

Mark was so enamored with Laura that Alan was afraid he would let his future slip away. All that he talked about was the beautiful slavegirl. He showed no interest in studies or sports. He almost lost his girlfriend because he was pining away so badly. The renting of the slave would at least provide some hope for his son. And it would provide some leverage to Alan as he tried to put his son back on course.

"Might I rent her for the night, tonight?" Alan asked.

"I think renting will be unnecessary," replied Pierre. "We would be happy to loan her to you if it's just for an occasional short stint. But I don't know about tonight.

"Oh, I can look after Brigitte," Monique cut in. Pierre raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife. She reached up and casually lifted her breasts in her hands. "They may not have milk but she still loves to suck on them."

"I can imagine," said Alan wistfully as he eyed the magnificent chest on Monique. "I would too."

Then Alan blushed. "Oops. I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me. That was so rude of me."

Monique laughed as she lowered her hands to her lap. "Nonsense! I took that as quite a compliment."

"Thank you for your forgiveness. I meant what I said. I just shouldn't have said it."

"We will have to invite you to our next party. Is your wife into the lifestyle?"

"Lifestyle?" stammered Alan. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Yes, the lifestyle. Domination and submission. Master and slave. That sort of thing."

Alan blushed again and shook his head. "I'm afraid we aren't. In fact, I never would have believed that slaves existed if our son had not come home with his outlandish story about your beautiful girl."

"Ooo, this will be fun!" thought Monique to herself. "A virgin to the lifestyle."

Monique smiled. "Then we definitely must invite you. You really should check it out. You can participate or simply observe. And if you choose to participate, who knows? Maybe I'll be your personal slavegirl for the night."

Pierre chuckled at the conversation. He tried to imagine his very dominant wife naked and kneeling at someone's feet. It was hard to believe that she would actually do that but it certainly made for an erotic picture in his mind. He would enjoy it.

Monique called home and instructed Laura to get ready. She protested being loaned out but quickly gave in when Monique reminded her of her new station in life. She was to express enough milk to get Brigitte through the night, bathe and then get dressed. Monique told her what to wear.

The three of them arrived at the Chambeaux home at six o'clock. Laura was waiting in the living room, wearing a white knit dress and shoes, with nothing else. She held her collar in one hand and her cuffs in the other and held them up as Monique, Pierre and Alan entered.

"Will I be needing these, Mistress?" she asked.

"No pet. If your new owner wants to collar you, he will provide his own collar."

Laura gasped in horror. "New owner?"

Monique smiled and kissed Laura's cheek. "Don't worry, little one. It's just a temporary arrangement. We could never sell you. You will be returned tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress," Laura blushed as she cast her eyes down.

"Divine," commented Alan. "Simply divine. I can see what Mark sees in her. She's a lovely creature."

Alan said his goodbyes and led Laura out to his car. He was looking forward to seeing his son's reaction when he brought this delectable beauty into the house with him.