<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1d/ec/47/1dec47a1a335e7511d188b27f8936718.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Karen Fitzpatrick</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today was the big day and Karen was undoubtedly excited.<br/><br/>It wasn't in her nature usually to get so amped up over anything, but this was pretty big. A step forth that she and her wife Claire had never taken before. After years of always pushing things up a notch as far as kinks in their relationship went, this was going to be on a whole different level. She and Claire had always been at it. Constantly pushing the envelopes, challenging each other and them as a couple which had led to a very healthy relationship that had sustained through thick and thin and emerged through it all.<br/><br/>Karen would never have been able to imagine how her life might have been if she had not met the charming photographer who was doing a series of photos on the college soccer team all those years ago.<br/><br/>Claire had been there when an injury ended what was a promising career, helping her get through it all, overcome and start the next chapter of her life..<em>their</em> life together. Since then she had finished college with a degree in business management and started her own shop named 'Play It As It Lays', one of the few shops specializing in gear aimed towards women. The concept, a novelty initially had turned out to be quite the successful venture and now they were up to three outlets. A result of twelve years of blood and sweat that both Karen and Claire were proud of. But what made Karen's chest swell with pride was the fact that her wife was proud of her.<br/><br/>It had come out from an idea that had taken a root in Claire's mind and being the meticulous couple that they had been, had put up a rather thorough advertisement on the kink website they had been members of for a long time, iamshameless.com.<br/><br/>There had been few response, but most were vetoed before any actual contact could happen....that was, until Celeste had got in touch with them. Since then, the way everything had gone down? It was too good to be true if Karen were to be honest. They had gone through the vetting process quite thoroughly. The meetings with Celeste had gone rather smoothly and finally, it was decided that she was the most suitable contender they would have for this little experiment they were going to run where two would become three but not quite in a conventional manner.<br/><br/>That morning, Karen had gone up to Celeste's dorm, helping the petite young woman in packing her stuff. They had carried the boxes together and placed them in the back of Karen's Ford Explorer. It was a trusted ride that Karen had maintained fine tuned over the years. They had others but there was that X factor about this which had made Karen persist with it, even if it was a little old. In many ways, the car reflected Karen's personality. It was strong, robust, had the benefit of being an incredibly well oiled machine and was bigger than many small cars that you witnessed in the town.<br/><br/>Karen was wearing one of her seemingly endless supply of suits as she had gone mid-work to pick Celeste up. It was kind of fun, to get back to the campus, to see some of the dorms, her shop supplied goods to the uni team but she had not been <em>really</em> inside in like, forever. The other girls at the dorm were intrigued at the dapper woman in Louis Vouitton suit that had showed up, wondering exactly what kind of arrangement that Celeste had done with this woman to be whisked away suddenly. Karen had only given a smirk at here a casual wink there.<br/><br/>They had talked about a lot of stuff en route back to the house where Claire was going to be waiting for them. Both Karen and Claire had spent time setting up the room and house in general to make the transition an easy one for Celeste. It was important that she felt at <em>home</em> instead of at say, a hostel or something like that. This was not supposed to be an arrangement of that sort but on the contrary there was a definite domestic element to the whole deal which was really crucial here.<br/><br/>As the car snaked in the driveway, Karen killed the engine and grinned. "We're here Princess!" She announced in a cheerful tone before stepping out and easing Celeste out of the car. Leading the way she moved to the door and Claire was already there, inviting them in. Karen shared a passionate kiss with her wife and motioned Celeste to come in.<br/><br/>"Let me help you....Princess, you take the lighter stuff." Karen instructed and immediately went for the heavier of the boxes, holding them up rather effortlessly.<br/><br/>The truth was, it was a bit of a foray into an unknown even for them, but therein lay the fun, didn't it? Karen thought to herself as she placed the boxes in the redecorated guest room. It felt nice to have an occupant in the room, they had remade it according to Celeste's tastes, carefully asking her for her preferences in every context but the reveal of the done room was meant to be a surprise to Celeste on the day she moved in. The door was opened and Celeste was let in while Karen placed the boxes next to the bed.<br/><br/>"So, what does Princess think of her abode?" Karen asked with a warm grin.</div>