Allison was a young woman of 22 years old, and average was all she had ever know. Average height, average weight, average grades, an existence she considered “average”; sometimes she wondered what she must have done in a past life to feel so boring.
She was prettier than she gave herself credit for and she didn’t notice the guys that liked her; probably because she was too busy daydreaming and being ignored by the guys she was attracted to.
Her hair was light brown and typically pulled into a low pony tail which lay along the back of her neck, contrasting softly against her pale skin. She owned some makeup, but was too afraid to use it. The thought of others laughing and snickering at her had crossed her mind more times than she could count; more times than she cared to admit to herself.
Working as a waitress and being a student in college, she lived in a studio apartment that might as well have been a closet. Allison felt like it would be an eternity before she would be able to break out of her shell. She wanted to be a designer, or a chef, or a museum curator – anything, anywhere other than what and where she was right now.
The muted tones and style of clothing she wore did not do her any favors in the “finding Mr. Right” department. She could always rely on the guys at the bar in the restaurant she worked at for a whistle, or a stare that made her feel like “men are the absolute worst”. Maybe this was why she hid in plain sight, a camouflage of sorts.
There were many days that Allison looked in the mirror and told herself “Today. This is the day that things change for me.”, but it was always just more of the same. School, work, home. Study, minimum wage plus tips, sleep. Blah, blah, blah.
What was she doing with her life?
She was committed to getting a degree, but hadn’t yet figured out what she wanted get a degree in; working now on general education classes. More of a book-worm than anything else, but she had trouble focusing, particularly during exams. The pressure got to her and diminished her grades, perpetually.
As for dating, she had dated so many of the wrong guys that it was starting to feel impossible. Mr. “I’ll pick up the check after being a jerk for an hour and you know what that means?” “It means you’re going home with less money than you started the night with” she laughed to herself. Nerds, jocks, even the guys who seemed like they might be “perfect”; they had baggage, or they were liars, or rude, or angry at the world, or angry at themselves. The list goes on.
Her most recent date involved meeting online and talking for weeks before meeting in person. Immediately after meeting this guy, she wished that she hadn’t. He was even more self-conscious than she was and she got the distinct feeling that if he made a move, it would be very awkward to say the least.
With regard to sex, it was like a foreign subject. Guys never knew where to touch or what to do so that she felt pleasure. Her experiences told her “They don’t even really care”. “I’m in, I’m out, I’m done with you.”
One particular experience she had was during the summer between high school and college, years ago. There was tension and excitement in making out and having sex with one of the better-looking guys she had been in school with. A writhing ball of heat and flesh, hands grasping wildly and exploring each other’s bodies. He finished before she even felt an orgasm beginning to dwell; wet and juicy, but not yet satisfied. She never heard from him again.
It’s not that she had never orgasmed, but it was almost always her “helping” herself.
She would lay awake at night staring at her ceiling and imagining what foreplay must feel like. Softly running her hands over her body wishing that a man would come along and be that person for her. Imagining movie stars or guys she had seen and was attracted to then inserting them into her memories of the better sex that she had in the past.
Sometimes it was almost like a ritual. The lights turned low and music playing softly in the background. Her favorite pornographic movies on her cell phone. Listening to the women moaning and wishing just once that she could feel what they must feel to make the noises that they make. Her belt unbuckling itself and her pants being pulled off. A hand caressing her stomach and ribcage on its way to her breast and grasping it. A finger lightly teasing her nipple until it became hard. A second hand finding its way into her underwear causing her to bite her lip.
What must that be like?
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Today was an ordinary day, nothing special. Allison found herself at the mall alone walking around and people-watching. She did this from time to time as kind of a hobby, maybe she would meet someone, or maybe she would find herself in an interesting situation. One time a person collapsed and paramedics had to take them out on a stretcher; it must have been horrible for that person, and it wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world but at least she wasn’t at home, on her fold out couch, again.
As she was walking, she noticed a couple. She guessed that they were somewhere in their 30’s, and something about this man and woman just seemed different; she couldn’t put her finger on it exactly but something about them drew her attention.
The man was handsome with short dark hair, wearing dark jeans with a button up shirt and dress shoes. The vibe she got from him was that he was kind, but not a pushover – just something about the way he was treating the woman.
It was the woman though, who Allison found herself staring at. This woman was pretty, wearing cute wedges, a frilly skirt, a tank top, and a collar. A collar. Her makeup looked effortless, like her face naturally contoured itself in all the right places, and her wavy shoulder length hair looked like it was professionally colored; black with bright purple highlights.
The woman noticed Allison staring, and smiled. Allison immediately felt herself blush and turned away for a moment. When she looked back, the woman was talking in the man’s ear and then they were both looking at her. Allison felt butterflies in her stomach as intense as she has ever felt them. Part of her wished that she could absorb herself into a wall and that they had never seen her, but she also couldn’t help but feel curious about them. She stood around faking interest in the scenery and the products in the windows, glancing back at the couple every now and then.
The woman must have known exactly how Allison felt because the next thing Allison knew, the woman was walking in her direction. Even the way this woman walked seemed like she was controlled and intentional but at the same time like she was floating. The woman started talking about the soaps and candles Allison was pretending to be interested in. After a few pleasantries, the woman introduced herself as Lacey and handed Allison a black card with silver writing on it. Lacey said that this card was for Allison and no one else. If Allison was interested in meeting up or just talking some time, she should contact Lacey and tell her they met at the mall.
As Lacey left, walking back to the man, holding his hand and kissing his cheek; Allison watched, enviously. What had just happened? She looked down and felt the card in her hand. It seemed thick and sturdy. On one side silver writing read “Steele & Lacey” with an ID for a private message service. The other side had a symbol that she had never seen in the center, a lightning bolt was recognizable through the middle of it.
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That night Allison did not know what to think and placed the card on her dresser, and there it sat. She looked at it every day. Sometimes she would find herself holding it and looking at her phone wondering whether she should reach out, and what would happen if she did.
A week passed and the curiosity overwhelmed Allison, her thoughts were filled with questions. This was not like any experience she had before. After multiple arguments with herself, she downloaded the app onto her phone and reached out using the address on the card simply saying “Hi”. “I can always just say ‘no thanks’ if things seem weird.” she rationalized.
A few minutes passed and Allison had not looked away from her phone. “What was I expecting?” she thought, “did I expect an immediate response?” Why did she feel this way? Like she just got asked to a dance.
A couple of hours went by and there still wasn’t a response. Did she send the message to the wrong person? Then Allison remembered that she should write about the mall and sent a second message.
About an hour later she got a response “Hey, how’s it going? Did you end up getting any of those soaps?”. Allison smiled and began talking with Lacey. They talked about general likes and dislikes; music, tv shows, movies things like that. Lacey had asked if Allison had a boyfriend, and Allison said she didn’t. A little while later Lacey asked if Allison wanted to hang out some time.
Allison felt nervous again. Would Steele be there? Who was he? Who were they? She realized it had been a while since she had received the message and told Lacey she had to go.
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It had been a couple days and Allison was very confused. A week ago, she was “plain Jane” and now all of a sudden, she is talking with a woman who… She thought about it for a moment. Was she attracted to Lacey? Was she attracted to Steele? Were they attracted to her? Or were they just trying to be friends?
A scenario in which the couple became horrified and disgusted at Allison’s assumptions ran through her mind more than a few times.
Once again, Allison after struggling with herself reached out to Lacey. She asked what Lacey had in mind if they did hang out, and if Steele would be there. Lacey responded that they could do whatever Allison wanted and gave suggestions of bowling, pool, and mini-golf. Steele could be there, or he could not be there depending on what Allison wanted, but he was buying regardless.
Allison was not expecting a response like this. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but this was certainly not it.
Allison and Lacey made plans to go bowling that Thursday night without Steele.
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Allison and Lacey met outside the bowling alley. Allison immediately felt like she was the under-dressed “friend”. Lacey was glowing in skin tight jeans, a stylish blouse, make-up, curled hair, perfect French tip nails, and a collar again only this one was different, dark silver and black with a heart shaped lock on it. They said “hi” and hugged, Allison couldn’t help but notice Lacey’s perfume, which was intoxicating. They made their way into the building and got a lane.
They were at their lane inputting their names and getting ready to bowl now and Allison was very intrigued by Lacey but had no idea how to approach talking to her.
“So, you and Steele?” Allison offered. Lacey was putting her hair up and smiled at Allison. “Yup, me and Steele”. “Does he make you wear that?” Allison asked pointing at the collar around Lacey’s neck. Immediately, Allison felt like that was the lamest question she could ask. Lacey smiled again “He makes me want to wear it”.
Allison clearly did not understand. Lacey leaned in and whispered in Allison’s ear “Steele is my lover, and he is my Dom”. Allison gave another look like this was a language she did not understand – “lets finish our game and I’ll tell you about it later”.
The two women bowled for a couple of hours and had a good time in spite of Allison’s un-itched curiosity. Allison explained that she was in college but hadn’t found a direction yet; Lacey encouraged her to continue and that she would figure things out when they needed to be figured out. A song came on that Lacey liked and she made Allison dance with her, Allison couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun.
The moment they walked outside Allison brought the conversation back to the collar and the “Dom” thing. Lacey laughed quietly and suggested they go back to one of their places and have a drink so they could talk in private. Allison was embarrassed about her apartment and did not want Lacey to see it. She imagined Lacey taking one look and walking away, so she agreed to go to Lacey’s for “one drink”.
Allison followed Lacey back to her place, wondering the whole time “what am I getting myself into?”
——
Lacey and Allison pulled up to a house in the middle of a suburban street. The house wasn’t a mansion, but it was big and it was beautiful. Rock accents were lit up by lighting in the front lawn. Lacey parked her car in the garage then escorted Allison to the entrance of the house and opened the door.
The entrance they walked through led them into an open area immediately adjacent to a living room that Allison felt could fit her entire apartment and still have extra space around it. The décor, art, furniture, wall paper, everything looked clean, tidy, and immaculate. Lacey took Allison to the kitchen and made herself a spiked lemonade, “would you like one?” she offered. Allison nodded, taking in the stainless-steel appliances and the granite counter tops. Lacey handed Allison the drink and escorted her to the living room.
A wrap-around sofa with an oversized ottoman invited Allison to sit before Lacey even offered. Lacey grabbed a remote and turned on a rather large TV then handed the remote to Allison. “I’m going to tell Steele we’re here and I’ll be back”. Allison started looking at what was available to watch. She found a teen comedy she enjoyed in theaters when she was about 20. Lacey returned “Awesome, I love this movie!” “Turn it on” she said.
The ladies had their drinks in hand and with the movie in the background began to talk as Lacey promised. Allison wanted to know what the collar was for and what a “Dom” was.
Lacey asked about Allison’s familiarity with “kink” and “BDSM”. Allison had heard the terms, but wasn’t quite sure what they meant. Lacey explained what the terms meant in her opinion, and what the roles of a submissive, a dominant, and a switch are. She explained about the collar, what it meant to her, and that she had earned it.
Allison found herself a little overwhelmed by the information. She was excited and nervous and a little scared again. Lacey took the drinks and placed them on a table near the couch. Then Lacey put her hand on Allison’s and said “We can talk about whatever you want to talk about, and I understand if you aren’t interested” Lacey guided Allison’s hand gently to Lacey’s knee.
Lacey’s touch was causing Allison to become warmer, her heart beating faster, she could feel perspiration beginning to intrude upon her skin. Hormones started to race through her veins, the butterflies fluttering anxiously. An unscratchable itch of pleasure and desire building up between her thighs and moisture finding its way into her panties.
Lacey leaned in and whispered in Allison’s ear “I want you to know that you are seen. I gave you the card because you seemed curious. Steele and I will not push you beyond your limits, and if you want, you will never hear from us again.”
The warmth of Lacey’s breath on Allison’s ear caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up, a jolt of nerves running down her spine. The perfume pleasantly enticing Allison in ways she never expected to feel.
Lacey then kissed Allison on the lips.
Allison resisted for a moment out of shock, then she felt exhilarated, and stimulated. She realized that she was into Lacey and really enjoyed what was happening. Upon this recognition, she kissed Lacey back like she didn’t want to lose the feeling. It was electric.
Lacey put her hand on Allison’s thigh and started moving it slowly upward. Allison could feel her underwear now beginning to soak with anticipation. Lacey took her hand all the way into Allison’s crotch and could feel the moisture through Allison’s jeans. Lacey moved her hand slowly and softly up Allison’s belly, across her breasts and ended up gently grabbing Allison by the face.
Allison had a look of great surprise when Lacey looked her in the eyes. “Do you like the way this is going?” Lacey asked. Allison nodded yes. “If at any point you don’t like the way things are going, say the word “Red” loudly, do you understand?” Allison nodded her head “yes” again vigorously. “Take off your pants” Lacey ordered.
Allison took off her pants as fast as she could manage not caring about how clumsy she must have looked while Lacey sat comfortably. “Lay down” Lacey said while pointing. Allison laid down on her back in the spot as told, unsure of what to do with her hands and her legs. “Good bitch” Lacey said “Now close your eyes and I will be back”.
Allison could not remember the last time she felt this nervous. She finally decided to leave her arms to her sides and her legs together. She admitted to herself that she wasn’t sure how she felt about being called a “bitch”, particularly in this context, but she was not about to argue.
Allison heard Lacey return and then she felt her underwear being taken off. A hand gently caressing her legs and then her pussy. “So much pussy juice” she heard Lacey say. Allison felt a finger that wasn’t hers touching her clit in the most pleasurable way for the first time in her life. She bit her lip and she came without much effort on Lacey’s part. Her body convulsing and releasing soft moans out of pleasure. Breathing heavy she opened her eyes to look at Lacey.
Lacey softly slapped her on the face and said quietly:
“Bitch, did I say you could open your eyes?”
“No.”
Another soft slap “You will address me as Mistress. Is that understood?”
“Yes”
Another slap “Yes what?”
“Yes Mistress”
Lacey softly stroked Allison’s hair “See, isn’t that pleasant?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Good” Just then Lacey grabbed Allison by the hair and Allison suddenly felt wetness on her face and smelled a somewhat familiar aroma.
“Lick bitch” Lacey ordered.
“Yes Mistress!” Allison shouted eagerly into Lacey’s crotch licking wildly.
“Do you not like my pussy? I can’t hear you. Moan you slut!”
Allison was now inaudible but she was moaning and licking like her life depended on it.
Allison then felt a finger playing with her clit and her legs started to shake. The finger then penetrated and began moving in and out.
“You have a tight little pussy, don’t you?”
More noises from Allison.
Lacey was now riding Allison’s face and being as liberal as possible smearing juices all over Allison’s mouth and cheeks; making sure her pussy was being stimulated by every spot she felt like exploring with her clit. Lacey’s right hand held a tight grip on Allison’s hair, her left hand stimulating Allison’s pussy which now had two fingers being thrust in and out of it.
“Don’t you stop, do- ont you d-are f-u-ck-ing st-op” Lacey shouted as she came all over Allison’s face, Allison moaning the whole time. Lacey released her grips and ran her hands from her belly to her breasts to the back of her head moaning and smiling throughout.
Lacey dismounted and slapped Allison on the face a little harder this time “Up bitch, face down, ass in the air.”
Allison moved as fast as she could into the position she was ordered to.
Two fingers found their way back into Allison’s wet and open pussy.
“Fuck my fingers” Lacey ordered.
Allison began moving her torso back and forth feeling the fingers enter and exit each time.
*Smack* Allison felt a hand spank her ass. The sound was loud but it didn’t hurt as much as she expected based on the noise.
“Who’s my bitch?” Lacey asked calmly as if it wasn’t a question.
*Smack*
“I am Mistress”
*Smack*
“Say it” Lacey ordered.
*Smack*
“I’m your bitch Mistress”
“See, was that hard?”
“No Mistress”
Allison felt the fingers come out and felt her body being forced to turn back over. Allison was now on her back, legs spread. Lacey mounted Allison’s face again but this time in the opposite direction. They licked each other until they both came, Lacey humping Allison’s face lavishly, moaning until she was completely satisfied.
After a moment of laying, Lacey got up and grabbed a blanket then put it over Allison. Lacey came back a minute later with a couple of bottles of water and two hard candies; she put one in her mouth and told Allison to have the other “it will help”. She wiped Allison’s face with a moist towel, then Lacey spooned Allison and they slept on the couch the rest of the night.
Allison had never been so satisfied in her life.
It was around 11 AM the next morning when Allison woke up to the smell of coffee, unsure of how to feel about the night before. She was embarrassed for many reasons, not the least of which was waking up naked on a stranger’s couch. But she was also happy at the same time. Allison was looking around on the ground for her clothes when she realized that they seemed like they were recently washed and folded neatly in a pile on the table next to the couch. Her purse and her cell phone, which was in her pocket last night, sitting next to the pile. That was when she heard movement in the kitchen “good morning, Sunshine, coffee?” Lacey asked with a smile.
Lacey was dressed in very revealing pajama shorts and a tank top with her hair up. Allison caught a glimpse of the symbol from the card on Lacey’s right butt cheek. “What?!?” She thought to herself.
“Restroom?” Allison asked, Lacey gave here directions “down the hall and on the left”.
Allison made her way to the restroom wrapped in the blanket, carrying her clothes and cell phone. On her way there she noticed many doors, most that were closed. The thought of another person opening one of those doors and watching her walking around clad only by a blanket entered her mind and was not pleasant. She found the restroom and while looking in the mirror, Allison asked herself if what she was experiencing was real. Is this the situation she was really in?
Once she was dressed, Allison made her way back to the kitchen. “I think I should be going” Allison said to Lacey, unsure of how she really felt about everything. “Okay” Lacey said “If you have questions or something you’d like to talk about, we can do that first if you’d like.”
How was she always able to detect the perfect thing to say? Something dead on, but not in a pressuring way.
“Steele?” Allison asked, she was having a real problem with finding words and making a sentence.
“What about him?” Lacey asked sincerely.
Allison: “Doesn’t he live here?”
Lacey: “Yup. I guarantee that he wishes he was out here with us last night. Right now, he’s working.”
“What does he do?” Allison inquired.
“We, you and I, we don’t talk about work. We have jobs, they pay the bills.” Lacey responded. “How do you take your coffee? Cream and sugar?”
Allison nodded her head, embarrassed again. At this point curiosity trumped embarrassment.
Allison: “What do you mean ‘he wishes he was out here’? Isn’t he, like, in charge?”
Lacey was smiling again as she walked over with a couple of mugs and handed one to Allison before sitting on the couch. “Steele is absolutely in charge. He is in charge of me because I allow him to be. Just like last night I was in charge because you allowed me to be in charge of you.”
“So why didn’t he come out?” Allison asked.
“Would you have been okay with that?” Lacey responded, acting as though this was a missed opportunity. Allison’s body language indicated that she probably would not have been.
“Steele isn’t just ‘in charge’, he is also responsible. He knew you were not ready so he didn’t come out” Lacey told her.
“There is something we need to talk about.” Lacey said. “First of all, we understand if we never hear from you again. There are no worries if that is the case.” Allison was nodding as Lacey spoke. “If you like what happened like last night, we can do that, but Steele will be involved from now on.”
Allison was not sure how that made her feel. She also realized that she didn’t know what that really meant.
“I want you to take your time and think about it. If you have questions, ask me – I would ask that you do not let your imagination scare you out of it.” Lacey continued. “The answer might be something confusing or something that needs to be seen; I’ll try my best to help you understand.”
Allison nodded. At this point she didn’t know how to talk to Lacey and it was showing on her face. “What’s up?” Lacey encouraged taking a sip of coffee.
“The whole ‘Mistress’ thing?” Allison asked.
“When the mood is right, it typically lets you know” Lacey replied “For now, call me Lacey and talk to me like a friend that you respect.”
It was quiet for a moment then Lacey said “We will push you, but first we will find out what you like and don’t like and we will respect your boundaries. We also ask that if you decide to continue meeting with us, that you not be with other people sexually for hygienic reasons.”
“How will you push me?” Allison asked. Lacey responded “In many ways both sexual and otherwise. First, we will get you a makeover…” Allison cut her off “What’s wrong with how I look?”.
Lacey had clearly struck a nerve, this was not her intention, she thought Allison would enjoy the experience. “Nothing.” Lacey said. “Maybe I shouldn’t have started with that. Just out of curiosity though, why did you reach out, and why did you come to my place?” Allison was now uncomfortable and decided that she wanted to leave. Lacey showed her out and Allison went home to cry before her afternoon course on economics.
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The range of emotions that Allison had felt over the last couple of days was unbearable. She felt ecstasy and embarrassment in quantities that she was unfamiliar with. Outrage became one as well. What was the ‘end game’ here? Did this random couple want to use her? For sex? What did she mean they would ‘push’ her?
Another week came and went by before Allison finally calmed down.
When Allison finally did calm down, she was mortified. Was this woman, the woman who she envied; trying to show Allison how to be more like her? And did Allison push her away for it?
Lacey took care of Allison in ways she had only dreamed of, and then Allison blew up because of a misunderstood kindness taken as a criticism.
At this point Allison had no idea what to think or how she was going to fix things; if they were fixable at all.
Allison decided to message Lacey, but she didn’t know where to start. “Hey” was all she could come up with.
Two days went by and Allison felt like she had lost Lacey forever. “I’m sorry.” she wrote.
A couple of hours later, a response came. “Prove it.” Lacey had written.
Allison was not expecting this, yet again. “How?” she wrote back.
“Are you free this Friday night?” [Lacey]
“Yes.” [Allison]
“Pack a bag with the sluttiest outfit you own, and meet us back at the mall at 8pm. Wear makeup, shave your legs and pussy, and do something with your hair.” [Lacey]
“Okay” [Allison]
The butterflies in her stomach had been replaced with lead, but Allison knew that she wanted to see where this was going to take her, and in spite of everything – she trusted Lacey. Lacey had taken care of her that night after all.
Allison was at the mall waiting near the shops where she had first seen Steele and Lacey when she noticed a man who she thought for sure must have been looking at someone else, looking at her. She blushed and looked away. Maybe Lacey was on to something.
Steele and Lacey showed up and walked over to Allison. Allison expected them to be upset but they were smiling and walking hand-in-hand. Steele was wearing dark jeans and a button up shirt with the long sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Lacey was wearing a dark skirt with black tights and a light button up top. Steele introduced himself and offered to buy the ladies smoothies in the food court.
Was there no end to the way these people were going to surprise her?
They sat in the food court which was filled with the noise of mall-goers and vendors. Allison felt completely out of place, like a third wheel on an awkward date in high school with her popular friend her friend’s boyfriend in college. Lacey broke the ice “How do you want to feel, Allison?” she asked.
This did not help the awkwardness.
“I’m going to guess; you tell me if I’m right.” Lacey continued. “You want to feel ‘safe’ more than anything. You want to feel nervous, maybe even a little afraid; but you want to know that everything will be okay. And you want to feel slutty but you don’t want others to think of you as a slut.” It was very apparent to Allison at this point that they were in a food court although it didn’t seem like anyone could hear their conversation.
Allison nodded her head in agreement.
“Say it” Lacey said, not in an extremely demanding way but forceful enough that the other night on the couch came to Allison’s mind “Yes, that’s how I want to feel mist- Lacey.”
Steele smiled and spoke “We are not going to make you come with us. If you would like to come with us, you will be safe. We will make you feel the ways that Lacey just expressed, and that you said you wanted. You will be free to leave whenever you’d like, but if you do come, you will be respectful and you will apologize to Lacey”. Lacey put her hand on Steele’s arm, he looked at Lacey and he stopped talking.
“Think about it.” Lacey said. “We hope to see you tonight.”
Steele and Lacey said ‘goodbye’ pleasantly and left the mall.
It didn’t take long for Allison to decide that she wasn’t done with this experience. She practically ran to her car and had to keep herself from speeding too much on her way to their house, surprised she remembered how to get there.
When she arrived, she felt lost again. Do I just knock? Do I bring my bag? What am I doing here?
She walked up to the door with her bag over her shoulder and knocked.
A beautiful woman that was not Lacey answered the door. “Good evening” the woman said. She was wearing some type of maid outfit that looked more like a slutty Halloween costume than anything else. Allison placed this woman in her late 20’s. A collar with a bell around her neck, thick eyeliner contrasting harshly with her platinum blonde hair. A corset around her waist pronouncing her breasts which weren’t large but wearing that, who would care? The corset seemed to have a short frilly skirt exposing black stockings which were hugging her legs. Allison also noticed that this woman was wearing high heels with some type of strapping mechanism with little locks hanging near her ankles.
“I’ve been told to expect you, come in.” The maid opened the door all the way and gestured inward. “May I take your bag?” She asked politely. Allison handed her bag over.
“Lacey?” Allison asked, having trouble with words again.
“They will be here shortly; can I get you some water?”
“Yes, please.” Allison said, absolutely dumbfounded.
As the woman walked away Allison noticed that she was walking with great posture, and intent; fluidly. She placed Allison’s bag on a table then walked toward the kitchen. Allison was left in the open area wondering if she should sit on the couch or what might be expected of her.
The maid came back and handed Allison a glass of iced water then escorted her to the couch. “They will meet you here. Goodbye for now.” The maid left down the hall, the bell ringing quietly as she walked, and opened one of the doors that Allison saw the last time she was here while looking for the restroom.
“Good evening Allison” Lacey said in what sounded like an excited voice, like a friend showing up for a party. Steele was smiling, walking with what appeared to be a glass of whiskey.
“Hi, thanks for inviting me back.” Allison said, just as confused as ever with this couple. Steele sat down on the couch and put his right ankle on his left knee, making himself comfortable.
Lacey took Allison by the arm and asked if she wanted help with the outfit she brought “let’s go see how it looks” she offered. As awkward as it seemed to Allison, she was kind of relieved to have Lacey help her.
Allison picked up her bag and Lacey escorted her to a room that was pink and purple with very feminine furniture and fixtures including a vanity mirror and a large bed that was overrun by stuffed animals, fluffy pillows, and an even fluffier blanket. There was a bathroom with a bathtub that looked like it belonged in a hotel directly joined to this room.
Lacey closed the door saying “let’s get some privacy”.
“What are we working with?” Lacey asked as if they were getting Allison ready for a date.
Allison’s sluttiest outfit apparently consisted of a skirt that went past her knees, a baggy button up shirt and a thong that looked like it had never been worn. “Okay” Lacey said. We might have something here. Lacey opened a closet and a dresser, and pulled out some much more revealing clothing. Handing Allison a shorter black skirt and a low-cut top Lacey said “see if these fit” happily pointing her in the direction of the bathroom. The entire time Allison was changing, she was wondering once again ‘what am I getting myself into?’.
Allison emerged from the bathroom very nervously, holding one arm at the elbow with the other hand. Lacey smiled and said “that will do for now”. Lacey removed her own top and skirt revealing lingerie that looked like it was from a magazine. She was wearing thigh highs, not tights, affixed to a garter belt which wrapped itself elegantly around her body. A red push up bra peeking through black lace.
Allison was observably nervous about whatever was about to happen. Lacey approached her, putting a hand on Allison’s waist.
Lacey: “You are safe, everything will be fine. If it becomes too much, what do you say?”
Allison looked back at Lacey “Red?”
Lacey stopped and looked at Allison.
Allison: “Red, I say red.”
“Perfect” Lacey replied. “Steele won’t push you, just listen to what I say and do what I tell you to do.”
Lacey grabbed Allison’s hand and practically pulled her out of the room then escorted Allison arm-in-arm.
“Stand here” Lacey pointed in a spot and Allison stood there. Allison felt Lacey move her body into better posture. Her legs spread at shoulder width, her arms behind her, one hand holding the other. Lacey whispered in Allison’s ear “Back straight, belly button to spine, focus on your breathing, address him as ‘Sir’ if he talks to you, address me as ‘Mistress’.”
Allison nodded.
Lacey composed herself and walked in front of Steele who was now watching TV while waiting. She faced Steele then gracefully fell to her knees in front of him.
‘What is going on here?!?’ Allison thought to herself, almost panicking.
The TV turned off.
Lacey now on her knees, hands folded on her thighs, back straight, eyes closed, face angled slightly toward the ground.
“Come” Steele said and Lacey crawled to his feet then continued crawling between his legs which were now spread, she crawled up his left leg until her head was resting on his thigh. His left hand caressing her hair, he asked “You will be responsible for her?”
“I will, Daddy.” Lacey said, now looking at Steele.
“Very well.” Steele said then called “Scarlette!”
The maid came out, kind of rushing but still composed, the bell ringing louder because of the movement. “Yes Sir?” she said eagerly.
Lacey stood and ordered Scarlette to “demonstrate, inspection, wall” pointing at the wall.
“Yes Mistress” Scarlette replied. Immediately, but still controlled, Scarlette walked to the wall and placed her hands and forearms flat on the wall. Her legs spread wide and her ass out, like she was getting ready to be spanked or fucked.
Lacey walked over to Allison “Do you see Scarlette?” Allison nodded.
Lacey grabbed Allison by the face, this time a little harsher than she had been the other night. “Bitch, when I ask you a question, I expect a response and that response had better have the word ‘Mistress’ in it. Is that understood?”
Allison could see Scarlette allow herself a quick smile. “Yes Mistress” Allison said quietly.
*Smack*
Allison had not, until the other night, thought about being spanked by another woman. If she was being honest with herself, she was kind of turned on by it. She felt a warmth in her pussy which began to distract her then –
“I can’t hear you when you don’t speak clearly”. Lacey said inches from Allison’s face.
“Yes, Mistress.” Allison said louder.
“That’s a good girl.” Lacey said, caressing Allison’s face softly.
“Do you see Scarlette?” Lacey asked again.
“Yes Mistress”. Allison responded.
“You will assume this position whenever I tell you to do so, is that understood?”
Allison: “Yes Mistress”
Lacey: “Go stand next to Scarlette. Inspection, wall, now bitch.”
Allison tried her best to replicate what Scarlette had clearly done many times in the past.
“Good” she heard Lacey say as she felt Lacey making slight changes to the way she was standing. Allison felt Lacey hold her waist, then she felt Lacey’s body standing behind her.
She felt hands following her legs from ankle to knee, then from the knee up the thigh. Allison moved her legs out of nervousness. *Smack* another spank on the ass and Allison stopped moving. Allison felt two hands, one on either hip work their way forward and then down. One hand remained just above her pussy while the other followed Allison’s body upward before moving to the wall.
Allison had fantasies in the past of exactly what she was experiencing, although the person feeling her up was always a man. Being controlled by a woman was somehow even more exciting, or maybe it was just that this was ‘real’ and not a daydream. Regardless, Allison’s heart was racing again, she felt her veins throbbing as she was left clueless as to what would come next.
Lacey whispered in Allison’s ear “I will search you every time you come here from now on. If you have one pubic hair, or your make up isn’t done, or I don’t find you acceptable for any reason, I will send you back to that room and you will get ready for me all over again. Do you understand?”
Allison: “Yes Mistress”
Allison felt Lacey’s fingers playing with her clit, “good girl” Lacey whispered then bit Allison’s ear lobe. Allison knew that Lacey was aware of just how turned on she was by this point, her previously unused thong starting to feel wet.
Lacey then left Allison who was still on the wall.
“Scarlette, demonstrate, humble”. Lacey ordered.
“Yes Mistress.” Scarlette acknowledged.
Scarlette turned around and gracefully came to her knees, legs spread, then put her hands on the ground and crawled with her arms while her knees remained in place until her forehead was on the ground. Her forearms flat on the floor, hands folded over each other, her ass in the air.
Lacey: “Allison, replicate”
Allison: “Yes Mistress.”
Allison tried her best, but her body could not move the same way that Scarlette’s had. She assumed a position similar enough that Lacey said “Good”.
Allison felt her skirt get yanked up exposing her ass and pussy, her thong now completely soaked. She could smell it and she knew that at least Scarlette who was on the floor next to her could smell it too. This was about as embarrassing for Allison as any experience she had ever felt until she felt Lacey’s hand caress her butt cheek on its way down to the soaken area of her now ruined underwear and begin to rub.
“Do you like this?” Lacey asked.
“Yes Mistress” Allison responded.
Lacey: “Do you have a problem with this?”
Allison: “No Mistress”
“Good, both of you, kneel” Lacey ordered as she walked away now standing in front of the two.
Scarlette rose to her knees “Yes Mistress” she acknowledged.
Allison looked to see what Scarlette was doing “Yes Mistress” she said on her way into a kneeling position, legs still spread as they were in the last position, her hands on her thighs, replicating Scarlette.
Steele spoke: “Scarlette, come here bitch.”
“Yes Sir” she said somewhat seductively, then she crawled to his feet and nuzzled his shoes and ankles.
“Kneel” he said.
“Yes Sir” she resumed a kneeling position, this time at his feet.
Steele: “Collar”
“Yes Sir” Scarlette now held her hair up exposing her collar.
“Lacey, leash.” Steele ordered.
“Yes Daddy” Lacey acknowledged before walking away. She came back, then knelt next to Scarlette and held a chain up offering it to Steele, her head facing downward.
“Good girls” Steele said as he affixed the chain leash to Scarlette’s collar. The women smiled.
Steele: “Lacey, up”
Lacey: “Yes Daddy”
Steele: “Make sure she means it.”
“Yes Daddy” Lacey acknowledged.
Steele: “Scarlette, up.”
Scarlette: “Yes Sir”
Scarlette rose to her feet then Steele stood up and began to walk.
“Come” Steele led Scarlette away, not needing to pull on the leash as she trailed and then led the way down the hall and out of sight.
‘What THE FUCK just happened?!?’ Allison was thinking to herself as she watched all of this occur. ‘What the ACTUAL fuck?!?’
Lacey appeared to be thinking heavily as she stood in front of Allison who was still kneeling not really sure of what to do.
“Up” Lacey ordered.
“Yes Mistress” Allison said after she stood, she was not nearly as graceful as the other two ladies and she knew it.
Lacey moved Allison’s hands so that they were holding each other in front of her, just below her breasts, forearms parallel to the ground.
“Follow me” Lacey said.
“Yes Mistress” Allison followed Lacey into another room, her underwear cold and soggy.
This room was dimly lit and looked like it had some type of sound proofing on the walls. There was an assortment of furniture that Allison had never seen before; a chair and some storage units were the only familiar things. Lacey closed the door and Allison felt nervous again.
Lacey escorted Allison to a piece of furniture that looked like some type of exercise equipment. It looked like a padded wedge. Lacey adjusted the wedge until the top was just to Allison’s waist. Allison stood as Lacey moved Allisons hands behind her. Allison felt Lacey caress and then grasp Allison’s right breast.
“Bend over, bitch.” Lacey ordered.
“Yes Mistress” Allison said as she bent over the padded wedge. She felt the muscles in her legs stretch as she did so.
“Hold your hands together at the small of your back, or I will restrain them” Lacey warned.
Allison: “Yes Mistress”
*Smack* Allison felt her pussy getting warm again.
“Do you know why I’m spanking you?” Lacey asked.
“No” Allison responded out of instinct.
*Smack*
Lacey: “No what bitch?”
Allison: “No Mistress”
*Smack*
Lacey: “Nothing comes to mind?”
Allison: “The makeover, Mistress”
*Smack*
Lacey: “What about it?”
Allison: “I snapped at you Mistress”
*Smack*
Lacey: “Are you sorry?”
Allison: “YES MISTRESS! I’m sorry”
Allison’s head hung low and all she could see were her feet, the floor, and the steel foundation of the wedge apparatus. She was beginning to drool, some of it on her face, some in her hair which fell all around her head. Her ass was becoming raw and she imagined it was red. Hands holding each other tight although she was becoming tired, her body wearing out. She looked up as she heard Lacey’s heels walking toward her. She saw Lacey squat down and felt her grab Allison’s face, lifting her torso. Allison’s hands let go of each other and planted themselves on the padded surface of the wedge. Her cheeks pressed together inside Lacey’s fingers, staring at Lacey with tired eyes and smeared makeup.
Lacey smiled and said “Do you know how pretty you are?”
“No Mistress” Allison mumbled.
Lacey: “You don’t, do you? Embrace your sexuality. Embrace your beauty. Be confident in it, and share it.”
“Yes Mistress” Allison didn’t know what else to say, her legs and her body burning.
Lacey laid Allison back as she was before.
Allison, bent over, as helpless as she could imagine being until Lacey brought her arms back behind her and Allison felt fluffy restraints fitted to her wrists. When Lacey let go, Allison’s wrists stayed together on their own.
Lacey: “What do you say if it is too much?”
Allison: “Red Mistress”
Lacey: “Good girl.”
*Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz* a familiar sound and then the feeling of unrelenting vibrations on Allison’s clit. Realizing that she had no control, her body twitching, she moaned out of pleasure and out of stress relief. Every ounce of her felt the orgasm that came upon her without any effort on her part.
The vibrator was removed and Allison went limp.
The sound of Lacey’s heels moved around the room, then back to behind Allison’s exposed ass.
“Are you not going to thank me?” Lacey questioned.
“Thank you, Mistress.” Allison was barely able to say.
“Would you like to leave, or would you like to be my bitch?” Lacey asked.
“I want to be your bitch, Mistress” Allison responded almost instantly, recognizing what she had said after it left her mouth and then realizing in her mind that it was the truth.
Allison could feel her thong being pulled down around her legs, her hands wiggling in the cuffs.
“These are mine now” Lacey taunted “but I’ll let you hold on to them for me, don’t let go” she put the thong in Allison’s mouth, not all the way, but enough that Allison could taste her own pussy. The rest of the underwear hanging out of her mouth and flopping on her nose and eyes because of her orientation.
“Let’s see if you mean what you say” Lacey said as Allison felt something hard and cylindrical flopping around on her ass cheeks, her body flailing, unaware of what was going on or how to react. Then she felt the cylinder begin to move downward between her ass cheeks, playfully, until it began to penetrate her pussy which was still constricted from her recent orgasm. Her eyes widened and she started to moan loudly, her body really moving around at this point. The cylinder was making its way in further and further, slowly, purposefully. It stayed in one spot for a moment and Allison breathed heavily. Then the cylinder penetrated further fast and Allison moaned again. What Allison now recognized as a dildo stayed fully inserted for a little while, Allison panting and moaning, her hands waving as though the cuffs would give.
“Who’s my bitch?” Lacey asked.
“I’m your bitch Mistress, I’m your bitch!” Allison screamed through the underwear.
*Smack*
Lacey: “Are you a sorry little bitch?”
Allison: “I’m a sorry little bitch Mistress!”
*Smack*
The dildo went in and out over and over again, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes lingering; proving exactly who was in charge. Lacey relished in the moans and squeals and sometimes screams that Allison let out as it did so. Every now and then Lacey would spank Allison alternating butt cheeks.
Allison, who was basically responsible for her own orgasms until she had met Lacey, was being fucked harder than she had ever experienced. Her pussy tightened and her whole body tensed as she orgasmed again, embracing the lack of control. The pain and the embarrassment causing even more endorphins to race through her young body.
Finally, Lacey must have been satisfied because she stopped thrusting. She uncuffed Allison and helped her off of the wedge and into a clear spot in the room where she had Allison kneel, still holding her wet thong in her mouth. Lacey then stood in front of Allison wearing a strap-on dildo that Allison was grateful was not very large.
Allison looked up at Lacey, a sad puppy-Rocky look on her face under tears, running makeup, drool, and sweat.
Lacey flopped the dildo onto Allison’s face. Allison could smell and feel her own pussy juices as they spread over her.
“Thank you for holding these” Lacey said as she snatched the thong.
“Suck bitch” She ordered.
“Ye-ah—uh-ah” Allison tried to comply by responding but the dildo was already in her mouth. The taste and the fact that she was not used to anything like this in her mouth made her gag.
“Spit and keep sucking”. Lacey ordered.
“Gah—eh-ah”. Allison couldn’t do it.
“It’s okay” Lacey said as she pulled the dildo out and rested it on Allison’s face.
“You ready for bed?” Lacey offered.
“Yes Mistress” Allison said happily although it was unapparent because of how absolutely worn out she was.
Lacey removed the strap-on and left it on a tray in the room. She helped Allison make her way to the pink and purple room and on to a chair. Lacey started a shower, then got a couple of waters and some hard candies again. Lacey undressed them both, then they took a shower together. A wonderfully fragrant body wash was rubbed all over Allison’s weary and aching body.
Lacey laid Allison in bed on the fluffy pillows and under the fluffy blanket, giving her a stuffed animal to hold onto. Once Lacey was ready to sleep, she returned to the room and spooned Allison once again, stroking her hair and kissing her shoulder. “Goodnight beautiful” she said before falling asleep.
Allison fell asleep completely exhausted and absolutely satisfied, safe in the arms of a woman she had just had the best sex of her life with, feeling both slutty and clean at the same time.
Allison woke up sore, very sore. In her late teens she had done a series of 5k races with a group of her friends; training for the 5ks came to mind this morning. Although running had never made the surface of her butt cheeks ache the way they were today.
This time, Allison had awoken before Lacey who was laying behind her, still holding her. The stuffed shark was still in Allison’s grip, the fluffy blankets and pillows offering extra comfort to an otherwise awkward awakening.
Lacey woke up as Allison began to move “Hey there, sleepy head” Lacey moaned as she sat up.
Part of Allison wanted to grab her clothes, which were again neatly folded this time sitting on the chair; and run. The other part was enamored.
Lacey, now sitting up, put an arm behind Allison, an offer for Allison to rest her head on the older woman should she choose to. Allison accepted and rested her head on Lacey’s left breast, her hand upon Lacey’s torso.
Lacey asked how Allison was feeling. “Confused” would not have covered it, but that, along with “worn out” were the words she chose.
Lacey began playing with Allison’s hair, “That is absolutely understandable.” She confirmed.
“Scarlette?” Allison asked, utilizing her now trademark one-word method of talking.
“Scarlette is one of our slaves, she lives here and she is submissive to both myself and Steele.” Lacey explained.
“One of? – Slave?” Allison jolted up a bit but then returned to resting on Lacey when Lacey gave her a look indicating that she would explain further.
“’Slave’ doesn’t mean what it might sound like. It’s actually a term of respect within our community, or at least our circle of it – not a word that is used lightly. Scarlette has been with us for years and she has demonstrated loyalty and commitment, not just to us, but also to herself.”
Lacey decided she wanted to get out of bed and asked Allison if she was busy today. Allison had to work that night, but she was free for a while.
“Why don’t we go out to the pool and talk there?” Lacey offered.
Lacey brought Allison an extra swimsuit she had, and the two made their way out to the back yard. The pool was amazing, a hot tub sat higher than the pool itself creating a waterfall over stonework as the water circulated through the system. A patio with a built-in grill fixture and canopy, a glass table with cushioned metal chairs beneath it. A line of adjustable poolside chairs near the shallow end of the pool, Scarlette sunbathing in one, wearing a revealing two-piece with a coverup wrapped around her lower half.
“Would you mind making us a pitcher of margaritas?” Lacey asked Scarlette.
Allison noticed that the tone was completely different than last night, Lacey was treating Scarlette like a person, not a thing. That didn’t seem to waver Scarlette’s response.
“Yes Mistress” she acknowledged.
Allison expected that Scarlette would have to walk inside to make the drinks, but the island with the grill had a refreshment bar which Scarlette went to and began producing the beverages.
It was a warm day, not too hot, but the Lacey and Allison sat in the shade provided by the canopy.
“So, as I was saying” Lacey continued as though the two were still lying in bed. “Scarlette has been with us for quite some time, she is our trusted friend; more like a girlfriend. We respect her, we love her, she lives with us, she tends to us, and we all take care of each other.”
“Take care of…” Allison said, trying to get to the point of her question.
“If one of us is sick, the other two are there. If one of us is sad, the other two are there. And yes, we are intimate with each other.”
“Yes, we are! Mistress” Scarlette chimed in bringing the two ladies a pitcher and two salt rimmed glasses on a tray.
“She thinks you are cute by the way” Lacey told Allison while pouring the drinks as Scarlette was walking away.
Scarlette, who’s hips were swaying from side to side on their way back to her chair, turned her head, lowered her sunglasses, and winked at Allison, clearly hearing Lacey. Then she made her way to the chair and laid back down out of earshot of Allison’s and Lacey’s conversation.
Allison blushed, she was embarrassed and surprised. This woman, easily one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen, thought she was cute.
Lacey began speaking again “Our relationship, although it is based on power exchange, is not based on being unkind. Scarlette has a desire to be told what to do, it helps her free her mind.” This concept was clearly lost on Allison who looked as confused as ever.
“Imagine a tough decision that you have to make” Lacey said, “wouldn’t it be much easier for you if someone else was responsible for making that decision?” Allison nodded her head.
“Now imagine a million little decisions, wouldn’t the same be true? Clearly not everyone feels this way, but that is the best way I can relate the concept.”
“Now imagine the best orgasm you have ever had.”
This was not a hard task for Allison, she had just had them the night before.
“Imagine that the person responsible for your orgasm is also the person responsible for your decisions. Extending the intimacy, beyond just a moment; making it a larger part of your life.” Lacey took a drink of her Margarita while Allison processed the information.
Allison began thinking of Lacey ordering her around the night before, it had turned her on more than she expected and frankly, so did thinking about it.
“This would not happen ‘overnight’, so much trust would need to be built. The submissive must trust the Dom; that their best interests are in mind and trump the Dom’s own desires. The Dom must trust that the submissive will obey, especially protocols. For instance, when Scarlette calls me ‘Mistress’, even when we aren’t engaged in formal play, she is observing the protocols that we have established and she is demonstrating that I can rely on her obedience.”
Allison had never heard of anything like this; a thong and a vibrator were ‘kinky’ in her opinion a few weeks ago; these people lived their lives around it. She couldn’t help imagining what would be in store next, she was excited and terrified at the thought.
“In my opinion” Lacey elaborated “communication and trust are the most important aspects of our relationship. For instance, I told you to say the word ‘Red’ if things became too intense: that’s called a ‘safe word’. ‘Red’ means ‘stop now’. You can imagine a situation in which you as the Sub might want to say ‘stop’ but what you really mean is ‘keep going’.”
Lacey smiled and Allison smiled back acknowledging an understanding of the desire.
“I need to know that I can trust you to use that word if I push beyond your limits; conversely, you need to know that I will honor the word and actually stop. Does this all make sense?”
Allison’s mind was being blown with every word that escaped Lacey’s mouth. “It does.” She acknowledged. She could not believe that for everything that was going on, how responsible Lacey was being about it.
“Safety is of course the priority with anything we do. The three pillars of ‘BDSM’, a term that really encompasses many separate fetishes and kinks, are ‘safe, sane, and consensual’. This is highly different than what some people seem to believe it to be.”
Lacey held Allison’s hand, indicating that whatever she was about to say was very important.
“Allison, if you decide, for whatever reason, that you do not want to go down this path with us – I only ask that if you do decide to explore BDSM further, that you find a responsible partner to do it with. Build trust. Make certain that you feel safe with this person. And do not hesitate to cut them out of your life if they do not respect the boundaries that you establish.”
Allison felt empowered by these words, but she could not see exploring these things with anyone else. Where would she even find someone like Lacey, or people like this couple and their friend/girlfriend ‘slave’. Lacey and Scarlette made Allison feel pretty, for the most part, and accepted. Even Steele had been polite to her which is more than she could say about most people let alone men specifically.
“I need to identify your boundaries, your likes and dislikes, what turns you on and off, etc. Some of this will be ‘trial by fire’: I do something, it’s too much, you use your safe word and we identify the issue. Some of it will be me asking you specific questions. If I ask you a question, I need you to answer honestly and completely so that I can be the best dominant possible for you. Do you understand?”
“I do.” Allison said.
“I will push you; this includes that I will make you do things that you might be hesitant to do and make you feel ways that you might not expect to feel. Do you accept that?”
Allison thought of last night when her skirt was pulled up and her ass was exposed; she certainly did not expect to feel so embarrassed when she was invited over. Then she remembered having her clit played with and how amazing it felt, possibly even compounded because of the embarrassment itself.
“I do.” Allison responded.
“When I tell you to do something, regardless of my tone or the way I address you, I expect that you will do it. For now, I will guide you with regard to how to address me, but you will always be polite and respectful. You will treat Scarlette like an extension of me, and you will treat us both as an extension of Steele. Is that understood?”
Allison couldn’t help but think that if she didn’t want to cross Lacey, she REALLY didn’t want to cross Steele.
“I understand.” She replied.
“If I tell you to do something, and you do it, that will strengthen our bond and you will be rewarded for your loyalty. If I tell you to do something and you don’t do it, you will be punished – I will try my best to ensure that such punishment is justified. If you refuse punishment, your actions then weaken our bond and it will break.”
Lacey:
“You are a free person and you may leave any time you wish for any reason you wish; and so can we.”
“If you do not understand, you will ask for clarification.”
“If you cannot accept, then please gather your belongings and I will wish you well.”
“If you understand and accept everything I have just said, you will explain to me why you blew up about the makeover.”
“If you need time to think, you will tell me and I will walk you out with an open invitation to return.”
Allison turned red. She really did not want to talk about how she was so self-conscious that she thought Lacey was judging her based on her looks; even though she couldn’t help still feeling like that was the case. She also did recognize what Lacey was saying and respected and appreciated everything that Lacey had done and was doing. More than anything she did not want to lose these people from her life, even Steele whom she had not interacted with hardly at all but was clearly an integral part of Lacey and Scarlette’s lives.
She chose to take some time and Lacey didn’t seem upset at all by that. Lacey told Allison to reach out when she was ready.
——-
Disciplined, well disciplined. Allison had tried for three weeks to think of the word that she felt described Lacey, Scarlette, and Steele. Lacey’s offer had not escaped her mind, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was more of a commitment than it seemed. That they would ask more of her than she could possibly be capable of.
Ironically, she knew more than ever the feeling of wanting to not be responsible for making a decision.
The more she thought about it, the more she hesitated. The more she hesitated, the more she felt like it had been too long and they might not even agree to let her come over, which made her think of the things she had enjoyed in her brief time with them. It was a vicious cycle.
“It ends today” she told herself and mustered the courage to reach out to Lacey again. She grabbed her phone to send Lacey a message. ‘What do I say?’
Again, she settled on “Hey”. ‘Weak sauce’, she thought to herself.
About half an hour later her phone buzzed, “What’s up?” the message read.
“I think I am ready to take you up on your offer.” [Allison]
“Prove it.” [Lacey]
“How?” [Allison] thinking to herself, ‘I need to pack a bag and meet them at the mall again.’
“Send me a picture of your underwear” [Lacey]
“What?” [Allison]
“The underwear you are wearing right now, take off your pants or lift up your skirt and take a picture of your underwear.” [Lacey]
This was awkward for Allison, but she knew that she wanted to see Lacey again. She pulled her pants down and took multiple pictures trying to find one that didn’t look horrible. Finally, she found one she was satisfied with and sent it.
“Now ruin them. I want you to finger yourself, or use a toy, whatever you need to do. Orgasm in the underwear and send pictures once they are wet. Two pictures, one with them on, and one of the inside. Show me your cum.” [Lacey]
Allison was exhilarated and embarrassed for what had to be the hundredth time. Lacey wasn’t asking, this was an order.
It took a while for Allison to finally decide that she was going to do this. Surprisingly, she enjoyed playing with herself more than usual.
She knew that she didn’t need to do it, she wanted to, because she wanted to see Lacey.
But at the same time, she was also able to tell herself “You have to do it; you don’t have a choice.”
That little whisper in her mind, a whisper she might have hated before meeting Lacey, increased her pleasure in ways she couldn’t explain. All of a sudden in her mind: she was up against the wall again, or bent over the wedge. She was Lacey’s bitch and she was doing what Lacey told her to do. “Yes Mistress” she whispered to herself as she embraced the recognition that she liked being told what to do.
Suddenly she ached for a spank or a slap, “please Mistress, I need it” her body thrashed as she turned over and began humping into the bed trying to get her fingers as deep as possible.
Unable to satisfy herself, she used her vibrator flexing her calves and her thighs as she finally came ensuring that plenty of her juices soaked into the underwear “I’m sooooooorrrryyyyyyy MMMMIIIIISsstress”.
“Good bitch” she heard Lacey whisper in her ear reinforcing that she had done well. Proudly, she took the photos and sent them with the message “please Mistress, take me back.” She was beginning to understand the appeal.
“Are you free tonight?” [Lacey]
“I am” [Allison]
“Come over, let me know when you are on the way. Clean yourself up, smooth, makeup, hair. Pack a bag for the night. Bitch. [Lacey]
“Yes Mistress” [Allison]
Allison raced to get herself ready and over to the house.
Upon arriving she was greeted by Scarlette at the door who said “I was hoping we would see you again.”
“It’s nice to see you too.” Allison replied.
This time Scarlette had been ordered to assist Allison with getting ready which included providing her with her own set of lingerie. Scarlette helped Allison get ready in the pink and purple room and then escorted her to the living room.
“Up against the wall, inspection.” Scarlette instructed. Allison complied and Scarlette adjusted her slightly, then left.
Scarlette returned and assumed the inspection position next to Allison, the two women stood against the wall, asses out, in skirts and lingerie, waiting to be felt up.
——
Steele and Lacey showed up a few minutes after Scarlette. Allison couldn’t see exactly what was going on at first but she heard a *smack*. Steele had spanked Scarlette hard, “good girl” she heard Steele say.
“Thank you, sir.” Scarlette responded.
“Come here bitch” Steele ordered, grabbing Scarlette by her platinum blonde hair and practically dragging her to the couch. “Yes sir” she said moaning as she crawled trying to keep up with his hand, her bell ringing loudly.
When they arrived at the couch Steele sat upright with his legs spread as Scarlette crawled up onto the couch and laid with her head on his thigh, her hand rubbing on his crotch. His left hand was pulling her hair across his body so that she couldn’t move, his right hand lifting Scarlette’s skirt before grasping her now exposed ass. Steele and Scarlette both now ready to watch ‘the show’ that was Allison being inspected.
Allison gulped, had she made the right decision?
“So, you came back?” Allison heard Lacey say as her heels became audibly louder.
“Yes Mistress.” Allison answered, ready to apologize and beg forgiveness.
“What changed?” Lacey asked.
Allison had not prepared for this question. She was ready to say “sorry”, but beyond that she hadn’t given it much thought.
It was quiet for a moment, then Lacey filled the void not by talking, but by reaching around Allison slowly and feeling her underwear which were beginning to seep. Lacey used her fingers to trace the underwear lines on Allison’s thong. As she reached the arches of the thong, she brought the underwear down slowly, enjoying the heavy breathing Allison was doing as a result. Two fingers found their way to her pussy and began rubbing, identifying that it was wet and ready to be fucked.
Lacey: “It’s okay, bitch.”
Allison felt the dildo on her ass, this time it was lubed. The dildo slapped her exposed ass cheek, then rested, finding its way between the cheeks, seeming to be gushing out of excitement. The viscous liquid splattered and left a reminder of what felt like cum rolling down her warm soft skin – a generous amount now in between her cheeks not likely to leave any time soon.
“What’s your safe word?” Lacey whispered in Allison’s ear.
“Red mistress” Allison whispered back.
“Good girl” Lacey responded.
“Thank you, Mistress”. Allison acknowledged.
“Take your time”. Lacey said louder, smacking the other ass cheek.
Allison then felt her hair get pulled hard, her face next to Lacey’s now, letting out a gasp as her body moved in an unexpected jolt backwards.
“I’ve got all night.” Lacey taunted, inserting the dildo into Allison’s dripping pussy.
Allison’s hands were planted on the wall, her body being pulled backward, legs spread, head back as far as possible, Lacey standing behind her, a strap-on dildo inserted into and fucking Allison.
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While Lacey had been approaching Allison, Scarlette had been stimulating Steele. Steele sitting and Scarlette laying on the couch, she rubbed on his pants for a few minutes while they watched together, then she kissed his thigh working her way to his crotch; moving to the ground on her knees while doing so.
She unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and pulled them along with his underwear part way down his thighs. She then reached for his already wet dick, touching it like it was the key to her freedom. She kissed it and licked it for a while glancing up shyly every now and then. Stroking his cock, she began licking downwards toward his balls, then inserted them in her mouth while staring into Steele’s eyes. Licking and softly moaning, she stroked for a moment then moved on to sucking his dick, starting by making a “popping” sound at the tip, then gagging herself inserting more of it, and finally choking as she completely enveloped the whole thing with her mouth and down her throat.
Scarlette, who had done this before, forced her own head up and down, completely extracting and consuming Steele’s hard dick each time, over and over. Each time more and more drool and pre-cum slathering her face, tears streaking her eyeliner and makeup. Steele wiping her down with his hand every now and then, slapping it all back onto her face or into her hair every time.
Finally, Steele grabbed Scarlette by the top of her head and forced her down, holding her face to his pelvis as he gripped her skull hard with his fingers. Her arms beginning to wave, she tapped on his thigh and he released her. She pulled away still kneeling and coughed until she caught her breath. Steele stood and pulled his pants back up, then sat back down. Scarlette returned smiling to lay back down with her head on Steele’s thigh and her ass in his hand. This time Steele pulled her hair so that her head was on top of his dick, she felt it throbbing through his pants. From time-to-time Steele would flex, dry humping Scarlette’s head while pushing her face into his crotch.
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Allison couldn’t see what was going on between Steele and Scarlett, but she could hear the sounds of a woman gagging and slurping over and over again, sounds that she had only heard in porno films. The bell around Scarlette’s neck ringing wildly. Steele all the while moaning out of pleasure.
Allison couldn’t help but wonder if she was going to be expected to do whatever Scarlette was doing, and if she was even capable.
“Do you hear that?” Lacey whispered while thrusting in and out of Allison.
Allison: “Yes Mistress”
“That is the sound of my bitch getting my man ready for me.” Lacey whispered now smiling.
Allison was now consumed with fear and pleasure. The stimulation from the dildo and the situation she found herself in causing her to cum once again, her body twitching.
Lacey: “Bitch, I want to hear it when you cum, you moan like a fucking slut or you don’t deserve it.”
*Smack*
“Yes Mistress” Allison began moaning hard to compensate.
Lacey: “You will thank me every time I allow your bitch ass to cum, is that understood?”
Allison: “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress”
*Smack*
Lacey: “Have you figured out what changed? Why did you come back?”
“I don’t know mistress” Allison was finding it hard to concentrate.
*Smack*
“Not good enough. You do know, tell me.” Lacey ordered.
“Pictures… choices… freedom… Mistress” Allison couldn’t put the sentence together, but Lacey recognized that she was trying and slowed down, continuing to thrust gently.
Lacey: “Go on.”
Allison: “The pictures… you made me… I liked it… PLEASE MISTRESS!”
*Smack*
Lacey: “The makeover?”
*Smack*
Allison: “Embarrassed, I’m SOORRRRRYYYYY!”
“Shhh shhh shh shh” Lacey encouraged, “That’s a good girl, we will talk about this later.”
Allison: “Yes Mistress”.
Lacey took the dildo out of Allison and ordered her to stay put.
Allison: “Yes Mistress.”
Allison stood against the wall in her ‘inspection’ position unable to see what was going on. She heard Lacey call Scarlette over, the bell ringing on her collar as she came closer and kneeled.
“Allison, kneel, now bitch.” Lacey ordered.
“Yes Mistress” Allison acknowledged as she made her way to the ground next to Scarlette, whose eyes were closed, her face angled downward.
Lacey then ordered the two ladies on their knees to suck her dildo. Scarlette, came crawling eagerly staring Lacey in the eyes as she began to suck and drool on the prosthetic shaft.
Allison, was much more hesitant, she remembered the last time she tried sucking on it and failing. There was also no way that she could compete with Scarlette who seemed to be enjoying slurping Allison’s pussy juice, gagging and choking loudly.
“Bitch, I didn’t ask you a question; crawl the fuck over here and suck on this cock.” Lacey ordered Allison.
Crawling slowly, not to increase sensuality, but to stall, Allison contemplated using her safe word. What would happen if she used it, would they hate her? Would they make fun of her? Would they kick her out of the house?
She made her way next to Scarlette, kneeling in front of Lacey. Lacey grabbed Scarlette by the hair and pulled her off the dildo, her mouth creating a loud “pop” as she was removed.
“Go back to Steele bitch” Lacey told her.
“Yes Mistress” Scarlette replied, crawling her way back to Steele and burying her face into his crotch like that was the only safe place for her.
Lacey grabbed Allison by the hair and pulled it back and down, forcing her to open her mouth, then inserted the dildo.
Allison gagged hard but Lacey was not relenting. Lacey heard Allison mumbling something through the gagging.
“Red! RED!” Allison said once her mouth was free of obstruction.
Allison at this point was preparing for the worst, she completely expected that everyone would be upset with her.
The opposite happened.
Lacey seemed happy and a little impressed. She knelt down to Allison’s eye level and put a hand on Allison’s face. “Good, bitch. Tell me what happened.”
“I couldn’t handle the dildo in my mouth.” Allison explained.
“Was anything else too much, or just the dildo causing you to gag?” Lacey inquired.
“Just the dildo. Mistress” Allison confirmed.
“Do you need to stop, or would you like to continue without the sucking?” Lacey offered.
Allison was amazed. She could continue?
“More, please Mistress.” Allison said.
A smile spread across Lacey’s face as she slapped Allison on the face mildly “That’s my bitch.”
Somehow, this made Allison feel even more accepted.
Lacey ordered Scarlette to get a vibrator and Scarlette’s leash, and bring them to her. Scarlette did so and knelt at her feet offering the vibrator and leash.
“Good girl” Lacey told her before taking the vibrator and sending her back to Steele who affixed the leash to her.
Lacey ordered Allison to squat down in the middle of the room and make herself cum with the vibrator.
Lacey then went to the couch and knelt at Steele’s feet until he granted her permission to sit next to him. Scarlette kneeling in front of Steele with her head still buried, Lacey’s hand resting on the back of her head. They were now ready to watch.
Allison was extremely nervous but the nerves weren’t so overwhelming that she was going to cry ‘Red’ again. She turned on the vibrator and pressed it to her clit, her legs becoming tired easily from squatting and beginning to shake. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
“Look at me, bitch.” Lacey ordered.
Allison looked at the three people in front of her on the couch, then focused in on Lacey, breaking eye contact and looking away a couple of times but returning immediately, so as to not upset her. For some reason Allison had an overwhelming feeling of being sorry, she felt that she had wronged Lacey, who had taken her in and provided the most pleasure she had ever felt.
“I’m sorry Mistress!” Allison began crying and came hard, realizing full well that she had just pleasured herself in front of these people. She fell to her knees because her legs were tired and turned off the vibrator.
Lacey walked over and lifted Allison’s face by the chin, “I know you are, and I bet that you want a way to show me, don’t you?”
Allison: “Yes Mistress, please, tell me, I’ll do it”
Lacey walked to a part of the couch where she could put her legs up while resting, half-laying. She got into a position on the wraparound couch which allowed Steele a full view of her and she revealed her pussy.
Lacey: “Allison, crawl your bitch ass over her and lick.”
“Yes Mistress” Allison said, eager to get into Lacey’s good graces.
Around this time, Steele slapped Scarlette on the face and she started sucking his dick again.
Steele and Lacey watched each other as they were both being orally gratified by the two other women.
Allison tried to do for Lacey, what she thought might feel good. She licked and put pressure on Lacey’s clit, she put fingers in her pussy and started thrusting. Then, out of what the moment was telling her, she licked Lacey’s butthole, moaning and smiling as she did so. This caused Lacey to squeal “That is such a good bitch.”
“Thank you, mistress!”
Lacey could hear the muffled scream as she pushed the young woman’s face in further. Lacey used her free hand to rub her clit until she came all over Allison’s face, humping into it.
Allison could not believe how sexy she felt, her face covered in the juices from another woman, a woman who was calling the shots.
Steele pulled Scarlette off of him by her hair, slapping her face when she was clear. He stood up and pulled his pants back on again. He ordered Scarlette to stand, holding her by the leash tightly.
“Enjoy it.” He told Lacey as Steele and Scarlette left.
“I will, Daddy.” Lacey moaned.
Allison lifted her head to see what was going on. Her face was met with a slap.
“Bitch, did I tell you that you were finished?” Lacey asked.
“No, mistress. I’m sorry mistress.” Allison said, looking at Lacey’s face while her own was being forced back down.
Lacey: “I want my pussy clean, lick it all up slut.”
Allison began doing as told, her face being humped.
Eventually, Lacey ordered Allison to retrieve the vibrator and lay down on the couch. Allison did so and laid on her back, her legs then forced apart by Lacey.
Lacey mounted Allison’s face then turned on the vibrator and pressed it to Allison’s clit. Allison began flailing around but the vibrator stayed in place until Allison thanked Lacey for the inevitable orgasm.
Smiling, Lacey rode Allison’s face and put the vibrator to her own clit again until she came, moaning, and smiling. Once finished, Lacey dismounted and grabbed Allison by the hair, lifting her head. Allison was visually worn out, a face covered in smeared makeup and Lacey’s own cum. Lacey slapped Allison’s face lightly.
Lacey: “Sleepy time.”
“Yes Mistress.” Allison was able to say.
“Come on then.” Lacey ordered, leading Allison off the couch by her hair. Lacey didn’t let go until they got back to the pink and purple room, spanking Allison as they walked, encouraging her to keep moving.
Once they were in the room, Lacey undressed and showered them both again, providing water and the hard candies, then putting Allison in the fluffy bed with the stuffed shark to hold onto. Later spooning Allison to sleep. The two ladies slept soundly through the night.
by Tw11ster