I nodded swiftly, wanting the conversation to be over with, everything over with, out of here.
‘You’ll have to learn to behave yourself, won’t you, dear?’ she said, measuring my hips now. ‘I’m sure Mr Jay is helping you with that, is he?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered.
‘Show some respect,’ said Jasper reproachfully. ‘Say, “Yes, Miss Frost” please.’
‘Yes, Miss Frost.’
What had started as a corset fitting was turning into a double-topping scene. We had never discussed introducing third parties into our play – indeed, Jasper gave me to believe that he would never share – and yet this was happening so smoothly, so organically, that it seemed natural to accept Miss Frost as my Domme.
‘There,’ she said. ‘I have all the measurements I require for our standard corset. But I wonder if you might have any of my special accessories in mind?’
Special accessories? I was relieved, in a way, when Jasper shook his head.
‘Not yet,’
he said. ‘I may bring her back in a few weeks, though. Get the thing customised.’
‘Very well.’ She put the measuring tape away.
I bent to pull up my knickers but Jasper stopped me with a raised palm, clicking his tongue.
‘Stay there,’ he said.
Miss Frost had pulled out several big catalogues of fabric samples and she went through all of them with Jasper, a process that seemed to take for ever while I stood there, perfectly naked, with my hands at my sides. As they browsed, they periodically looked up at me as if to picture the different designs on my body.
Once the fabric was chosen, the whole rigmarole was repeated with the design and the trimmings. In all, this took nearly half an hour. I was desperate to move from my spot, get my clothes back on, get away by the time the final decisions were made. This was partly due to the physical discomfort of my position, but I was also beginning to burn up with arousal. The more they looked at me, the more I wanted them to go further. In my idle mind, fantasies grew and wove around each other, of the pair of them treating me like their submissive sex slave, putting me in depraved outfits, tying me up, spanking me, using my body in every way they desired.
I imagined Miss Frost bending me over her desk and having me with a strap-on while Jasper sat in the chair opposite, making me maintain eye contact with him all the way through.
By the time they gave me permission to dress again, I was glazed and dreamy with lust and the order came as a disappointment.
‘Get dressed?’ I repeated idiotically.
‘Yes,’ said Jasper, with some impatience. ‘Miss Frost can’t make the corset while we wait, you know. It takes time and skill. She’ll have it delivered in a week or so.’
‘I know that,’ I grouched, pulling up my knickers. I was just as fumbly getting dressed as I had been getting undressed and the pair of them watched me like hawks, which made it even worse.
‘She lacks polish but I imagine you will train her well,’ said Miss Frost, which made me trip over my leggings and stare at Jasper. I felt like bloodstock.
‘I’m working on it,’ he said, returning my gaze with a cool appraisal of his own.
‘You’d both be more than welcome at our gatherings, you know. Do consider bringing her.’
‘I’ll consider it. You’d like a deposit now, as usual?’
‘Yes, if you don’t mind.’
That rather incendiary topic of conversation diverted – what exactly were these ‘gatherings’? – Jasper and Miss Frost left me to finish dressing while they dealt with business.
* * *
‘Well, that was weird,’ I said, once we were outside on the street again.
‘Weird, was it?’ He took my arm and steered me sharply around a corner into one of the many little alleys and courtyards that were still a feature of this unreconstructed part of east London.
‘Jasper!’