Author’s
Note: This takes place a few days after Chapter 66.
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LXVII
I
kneel next to Mistress in the living room. Brittany sits on the sofa
as they engage in wine-driven conversation.
“So
how did Richard pan out?”
“He
was so fucking useless. I kicked his ass to the curb after about 45
minutes.”
“That
good, huh?”
“It
makes me so angry. All these subs, the shit storm of mail… ‘I
want to serve you. I will obey you. I will worship you like a
Goddess,’ all a bunch of fucking lies. Within the first 10 minutes
it’s obvious the just want me to spank them and then fuck.”
“He
should feel lucky you let him off that easy then.”
“Hah,
no. I kicked him in the balls so hard he’ll probably be pissing
blood.”
“You
know, Brit, there’s a lot of men that will pay good money from
that.”
Brittany’s
face shifts to a bright shade of red.
“God.
You know I hate it when you do that.”
“But
it’s soooooo much fun. You’re cute when you blush.”
Brittany
covers her face with her hands.
“Remind
me why I come over here and hang out with you again?”
“Because
I’m charming and deep down you love me.”
A
pair of laughs soon fill the room. I grit my teeth and remain
silent. Playing with fire is dangerous.
“So
what number was Richard?”
“Umm…
number 9 I think. Or was he 10? I don’t remember.”
“You
must be burned out by now. All of that in three weeks? I can’t
even imagine it.”
“Well,
I’m sick of being alone and I’m anxious to have a boy around the
house that I can kick around.”
“I’ll
rent you my pet for five dollars a day if that’s all you want.”
My
ears perk up and my eyes widen.
“You’re
shitting me, right?”
“Of
course.” Brittany sighs.
“Don’t
tempt me.”
“So
who is next on the list?”
“I’ll
have to check again, I’m not sure.”
“Just
out of curiosity, how are you choosing the ones you meet up with?”
“Well…
first off they have to be able to write in complete, grammatically
correct sentences.”
“What
is reason number two?”
“I’m
supposed to have a reason number two?”
Mistress
places her hand on her face. Brittany bursts out laughing.
“I
finally fucking got you, Cass. Eat it. Secondly, I look for ones
that seem like they would be devoted.”
“Interesting.
How do you determine that?”
Mistress’s
ability to play-through Brittany’s jab without any response
impresses me.
“I
read what they write to me. I look at what claims they make and
whether or not they seem realistic.”
“And
I’m guessing these first few presented themselves in quite a
confident way when it came to their devotion and abilities?”
“Yeah.”
“What
do you think my pet wrote when he contacted me?”
“Hrm…
well, knowing fs, I’d have to say it was probably some weak-ass
whiny little blurb where he called you amazing and probably said he
would be ‘grateful for the opportunity’ to try and serve you, all
the while portraying himself as a loser with no confidence.”
I
cringe a bit as the words sting in my heart.
“That’s
actually pretty close, so I’m a bit confused.”
“Confused
about what?”
“Because
you’re looking for a copy of my pet aren’t you?”
Brittany
points her face to the ceiling and shuts her eyes tight. Her face
flushes red for a third time before my eyes. I feel my cheeks get a
little bit hot as well. I read her lips as she mouths something
silently. “What the fuck?” A moment later she regains enough
composure to resume the conversation.
“Cass,
if I paid you a dollar do you think you could try harder to embarrass
me? I don’t think you’re quite doing everything you can just
yet.”
“Am
I wrong? You are searching for Francis 2.0. Oh, and keep the
dollar, this one is on the house.”
My
lips curl into a small smile as I fight to maintain a poker face.
“Okay.
Let’s say for a moment that I am searching for Francis 2.0. What
should I be looking for?”
“You
already answered your own question. A timid little loser with no
confidence that seems like the type who would have absolutely no
chance with you in the vanilla world. Someone who would feel lucky
just to be in the same room as you. Did anyone approach you in that
way?”
Mistress’s
words twist a bit within me but I silence them with conviction as I
remind myself that she chose me and I am as she wants me to be.
“I’ll
have to double check. Shit. I hope I didn’t delete them.”
I
watch as she scrolls through her phone.
“Hrm.
‘I am a lzer shit on my face.’ I don’t think this is quite
what you were talking about.”
Mistress
bursts out laughing.
“I
wouldn’t worry too much about it, Brit. You just have to read into
things in the right way and now you have a better idea of what to
look for. Are you still receiving a lot of messages?”
“Is
1,500 a day a lot?”
“It’s
definitely ‘enough’ to find what you are looking for. I could
always order my pet to write one to you that you could use as a
reference.”
A
strange uneasy feeling creeps in.
“Nah,
that’s okay. I’ve got this.”
“Have
you shown my pet the picture you used on your profile?”
Brittany
places one hand against her face.
“Don’t
you dare, Cass. I will so totally fucking kill you...”
I
watch as Mistress giggles and begins scrolling through her phone.
“Oh
my God, Cass. Seriously. Stop it.”
Mistress
holds her phone in my direction. On the screen is a picture of
Brittany wearing her siren outfit she received at the party and a fur
coat over the top. Her hair and makeup are done up and she stands
with her arms on her hips and a flogger in hand. It is quite a sight
and I feel a bit guilty finding her attractive. Mistress quickly
retracts her phone before a sexual response occurs.
Brittany
covers her face and makes some whining noises while rapidly kicking
her heels against the sofa.
“I
hate you so much.”
“Aww,
but I love you. Now pet, tell Brittany what you think of the
picture.”
I
bite my lip and pause, hoping this isn’t a trap.
“You
look very beautiful in that picture, Miss Brittany.”
She
sits back and stops pouting before quickly rubbing her fingers
against her hair, that nervous tick that has stayed with her since
childhood. She finally looks over at me and makes eye contact before
closing her eyes and shaking her head with a half-grin upon her face.
“I
think you need to have some fun tonight. It’s fetish night at a
club that we go to and we’re going to get dressed up and go get
drunk.”
“I
don’t really think that…”
“I
don’t remember saying it was optional.”
“Are
you trying to dominate me now?”
“If
I was, would you submit?”
“Fuck.
Fuck. Fine. I’ll go, but I won’t promise to have fun.”
“With
that attitude, I’m sure there will be a line of subs just dying to
go home with you.”
The
next few hours are spent preparing. Mistress and Brittany plan out
their outfits, line up transportation, and invite the others. I
perform my daily chores, taking breaks every so often to wait on them
or to prepare them food.
After
a while the doorbell rings. I’m surprised when Mistress answers
it. I peek at the door from around the corner and watch as she
receives several garment bags from her shop’s courier.
They
eat an early dinner, their hair and make-up nearly done. While
Mistress is always beautiful, I always find her particularly
attractive when she puts in extra time preparing herself. I find
myself struggling not to stare as they eat. Mistress denies me any
food at dinner and I make do with a glass of water.
A
bit later she summons me to her bedroom. Mistress and Brittany model
their outfits for me, their matching fur-trimmed corsets with knee
high boots, Mistress in black and Brittany in purple. Each wears a
long leather coat with a long fur tuxedo-style trim that extends from
the collar down the front to the hem. Fur headbands adorns their
heads. The scent of her perfume immediately triggers a response as
my sex strains against the cage.
“Isn’t
he going to say anything?”
“He’s
said enough. That look on his face tells me that he just attempted
an erection.”
“What
a little sissy pervert.”
I
lower my eyes as the shame sets in.
“Come
here pet, it’s time to get you ready to go.”
My
adrenaline jolts as the shock and horror grasp me.
“Don’t
be scared, pet. We’re not taking you out in your maid’s dress.
You’re okay with wearing shorts aren’t you?”
I
nod slowly and with great hesitation. I approach her slowly as she
unlocks the buckles and removes me from the hellish prison of my
uniform. The head harness and hat follows as Mistress discards them
to the floor. I peek over her shoulder and watch as Brittany opens
up one of the garment bags.
I
start to kneel to present my feet to Mistress.
“No
need, pet. The boots and stockings are staying.”
My
breathing suddenly becomes uneven. Yes, shorts. The glimmer of hope
I had for a safe evening is crushed as Brittany walks over carrying
an outfit.
“You
see, pet, Brittany was trying to back out of going but she promised
she would go if we brought you along and she got to pick out what you
would wear. This is what she chose from the shop’s sissy catalog
and I had them bring one over right away.”
I
cringe at the sight of it. A shiny pink one-piece hot pants style
romper, cut low in the front just below the nipples and trimmed with
fur all along its edges and a fluffy bunny tail on the butt. The
anticipation of the humiliation that is to come boils over.
“Please,
Mistress...” Her face goes stern.
“Another
word and you’ll be sucking on a penis gag all night. Am I clear?”
I
nod slowly as I attempt to resign myself to my fate. My hands shake
as I slide myself into the suit. The internal anal plug opposite the
tail provides an unwelcome surprise. I have to pause for Mistress to
lube it up. She zips me up in back, adjusts a strap, and clicks the
lock in place. A thick leather belt follows around my waist. She
cinches it tighter until I suck my stomach in with all my might as
she buckles it and locks it around my waist.
A
matching furry collar makes its way around my neck. The touch of the
spikes tells me this is the same design that Mistress had me wear the
night my mother visited. It buckles and locks behind my neck. The
final touch is a pair of leather bondage mittens. As she slides them
onto my hand I feel my fingers enter individual sleeves that bunch up
and restrict my finger movement. My thumbs are held tight to my palm
inside as the mittens have false “dummy” thumbs on the outside.
She turns back the cuffs and locks them in place.
I
let out a small whimper as I look down at my hands, realizing they
are useless.
“Have
a seat over there. Brittany is going to do your make-up.”
I
glance up at Mistress, bewildered. She’s never had me wear make-up
before. A firm slap to my backside sends me scurrying.
“Your
next lesson will be one in humility, pet. Give you an ounce of
special treatment and you turn selfish and forget your place.”
A
frown covers my face. I know that she is right and the guilt seeps
in. I don’t want this.
In
front of the mirror I sit motionless as I allow myself to spiral into
nothingness. I am just a doll. I watch my complexion change as
Brittany puts down a foundation that makes me look pasty white and
pale. Her methods aren’t kind. She covers my cheeks liberally
with rosy pink blush. If her goal is to make me appear permanently
embarrassed she succeeds admirably.
Her
skilled hands apply lip liner before coating my lips in an atrocious
sparkly neon pink lipstick. She follows that up with a large amount
of sparkly pink eye shadow. I struggle to keep my eyes open while
she applies the eye liner and mascara. Brittany finishes with some
large fur pom pom clip on earrings and a pair of large fur earmuffs
that match the ensemble.
“I’m
finished.”
“Let
me have a look at you, pet.”
I
rise and approach Mistress. Her laughter is enough of a response to
make my face burn.
“Oh,
pet. You look truly awful. I can’t tell if you look more like a
cheap slut or a clown.”
“We
could always smack him around a bit and get those tears flowing.
That might tip it in one direction or the other.”
I
furrow my brow. A wave of fear rushes in. I’ve learned to never
underestimate the creativity of a sadist… let alone a pair of them.
“Hrm…
let’s leave him as is for now. The night is young.”
“It’s
a shame the others can’t make it. I’m sure little fur sissy is
just dying to know what they would think of him right now.”
“Let’s
take a picture. I’ll post it on my blog for them.”
“Hah.
Good idea. Just one more thing.”
I
stand by in horror as Brittany retrieves the final item from the
garment bag. She approaches me with a long fur boa and taking my
hand, she secures one end to my wrist with the attached handcuff.
She runs it over my shoulders, pausing to clip it to the back of my
collar and then secures the other end to my other wrist. The boa
follows me as I move my arms, its tips extending about a foot past my
hands. Brittany takes my shoulders and turns me to face Mistress.
“Frown
for the picture, pet.”
The
flash blinks, blinding me for a moment. As my vision returns I see
her thumbs rapidly pressing her phone screen.
“And…
it’s live.”
“I
still can’t believe you post pictures of him without blacking out
his face.”
I
feel my chest knot tightly with anxiety. I have never seen
Mistress’s blog so this is news to me.
“I
doubt my pet cares. It’s not like he’s going to have to worry
about a background check for a job or anything. I have him under
contract for the rest of his life. Right, pet?”
I
hesitate to answer immediately but I know that she is right. The
only opinion that matters is hers, the rest of the world may as well
not exist to me. That last voice screaming inside of me is my ego
clinging to itself. I do not wish to disappoint Mistress.
I
close my eyes and attempt to make peace with the situation. The
touch of the fur on my bare shoulders and arms does feel rather nice.
Mistress’s phone beeps.
“The
car is here. Come on, pet, we’re leaving.”
“Does
he have a coat or anything?”
“No coat.”
“No coat.”
“Won’t
he be cold?”
“Of
course. Isn’t that a delicious bit to add to his suffering?”
I
open the front door for them using both hands to turn the knob and
immediately a gust of cold wind rushes directly through the thin
material of the romper, chilling me to the bone. I shiver as the
piercing cold stings against every bit of exposed flesh.
“Stop
dawdling, pet, and get the car door for us.”
I
hustle through the winter air and open the back door of the long,
black car. I extend my arm and Mistress and Brittany use it for
support a they climb in. Mistress stops me from closing the door.
“You’re
sitting back her with us. This isn’t our usual driver and putting
you in the trunk might upset him.”
I
nod and climb in after them, anticipating the warmth. To my
disappointment it’s only mildly warmer inside than outside. I rub
my mittens up and down my arms.
“Are
you cold, pet?”
I
nod. She lets out a small laugh.
“I
specifically requested they not to run the heater in back.”
“Umm…
I’m kind of cold too, Cass.”
“My
dear Brittany you are such a spoil sport.”
“It’s
the middle of winter and I’m not wearing pants. Sue me.”
I
watch Mistress press a button opening up the intercom.
“Driver,
could you please turn the heat on back here. A low or medium setting
is fine.”
“Yes,
ma’am.” is his reply.
It’s
a relatively short drive to the club and I continue to shake for its
duration. My nerves are on fire and I feel my heart pounding.
Breathing becomes a chore. I hate this.
The
car slows as it pulls up to the curb. I move to open the door. The
mittens make the handle a struggle and it takes several tries to
finally pry it open. The cold air bites me again as we exit the
vehicle. I follow them to the entrance where a thick butch stands
as bouncer.
“Welcome
again, Ms. C.”
Her
eyes glance over at me.
“You
remember the rules, right?”
“While
he’s here he is my responsibility.”
Mistress
removes a leash from her purse and lets it dangle by the handle.
“I
need to frisk you.”
She
glares at me. I feel unwelcome. I raise my arms and she handles me
roughly, pushing me up against the side of the building and patting
me down. I don’t know how I could hide anything in this outfit, so
this is either for pleasure or show.
When
the bouncer finishes, Mistress connects the leash to the front ring
on my collar and leads me inside. As we walk through the door the
cues stick out in a rather obvious way. Brittany grabs Mistress’s
arm.
“Just
what kind of bar is this, Cass?”
“A
lesbian bar.”
“Yes,
I can see that. Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Because
you would have said no.”
“Oooh.
I oughtta. Damn it.”
Brittany wraps herself tightly around Mistress’s arm.
“Ooh,
sexy, now we look like a couple.”
She
quickly releases Mistress’s arm. I can hear her making a series of
noises that almost resemble speech. We find a table and Mistress and
Brittany order drinks. Mistress opens the front of her coat,
exposing her outfit.
“Just
how did you think this would be fun for me?”
“The
night is young. Give it time. Besides, everyone here knows that
you’re straight.”
I
watch Mistress relax as she sits upon the high chair at the raised
table. Brittany looks like a deer in headlights. I allow my eyes to
scan the room. It’s actually a fairly tame atmosphere from what I
was expecting. The sign announcing it’s the monthly fetish night
hands above the bar and a number of patrons are dressed in clothes
ranging from costume-like outfits to some more standard fetish-wear.
Some music plays and as the half-empty dance floor moves about.
There are no signs of whips and chains or bondage furniture. It
feels a bit more like a costume party.
Brittany
instructs the waitress to keep the drinks coming as she rapidly downs
her first few glasses. Mistress slowly nurses hers. I watch as she
relaxes and surveys the room. Her public demeanor out at clubs and
bars always surprises me, almost like she’s just owning the room…
observing… I can never truly understand all of her complexities and
nuances.
It
takes maybe an hour before the first person approaches. I slowly
trace her steps as she paces over from the bar. She’s dressed in
black, her black hair pulled back. Her make-up is done up in dark
colors, mostly blacks and purples. As she gets closer she reveals a
plethora of tattoos covering the exposed parts of her upper body,
neck, and arms. Her face and ears are filled with various piercings.
If I had to guess her age, I would predict that she is in her early
30’s.
“Cute
slave. Do you mind if I?” Her voice is deep and husky.
“Go
right ahead.” Mistress holds up her hand.
I
lower my eyes and try to relax as best I can. She hovers around me,
keeping her face uncomfortably close to my body. I hear every shift
in her breath… ever smirk… ever click of the tongue against her
teeth. I feel her fingers poke and prod as her hands glide over me.
I feel her pet my fur. She pats the tail, sending vibrations through
the plug that fills me in. I shudder a little. Her finger tip
teases my nipple. I feel my sex strain against the belt.
“That’s
generous of you. Allowing this little one to wear such pretty
clothes.”
I
blush but I’m sure it isn’t visible through the heaped on layers
of make-up. She turns her attention away from me and focuses upon
Mistress.
“My
name is Lynn. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“I’m
Cassandra.”
Mistress
holds out her hand. Lynn raises it without breaking eye contact and
plants a kiss on her glove.
“Why
don’t you join us, Lynn? My friend here is Brittany.”
Brittany
waves with her hand.
“Ah,
so the straight chick’s name is Brittany. I’ve been watching the
two of you since you entered. I don’t really have any interest in
your slave, I just used it as an excuse because I didn’t want to
appear too forward. I absolutely love your coat.”
Mistress
smiles.
“Please
tell me about yourself, Lynn.”
“Well,
I’m 32. I work as a piercer at a tattoo parlor. I live for
pleasure. How about you? I haven’t been able to read you yet… I
can’t tell if you’re here just for show or if you’re looking
for something more.”
“I’m
mostly here to show my friend here a good time.” Mistress pats
Brittany on the shoulder.
“But
I can’t really say if I’m really looking right now. I recently
had a relationship end and I’m not really sure if I’m ready for
another one just yet.”
“Was
it because of that?” Lynn tilts her head and motions towards me.
“Yes.
It was. How did you know?”
“I
had a slave of my own for five years or so. He was my last boyfriend
before I came out. We dabbled and it grew from there. His existence
really complicated things when I started trying to date.”
“Past
tense? I take it you no longer have him, did something happen?”
“I
broke him to the point of boredom. It was almost like he died
inside… I didn’t even feel him struggle internally anymore.”
“I
sense a little bit of regret in those words. Is there something you
would do differently?”
“I’m
not sure. I don’t miss him but I think the tipping point was when
I kept him from communicating for an entire year. No speech, no
writing, no gestures, and so on. He just did what I ordered and I
hit him if he screwed up. After a while I just stopped even thinking
about his feelings at all. I half-expected him to resist but instead
it was like he adapted… just accepted it. Eventually he was no fun
at all to play with and none of the women I dated took me seriously
as long as he was with me, so I got rid of him.”
Mistress
displays a sly smile. Brittany is focused upon Lynn, absorbing the
story.
“I’ll
bet he resisted then. Did you have to take drastic measures?”
“I
did. He bawled for a week after I told him it was over. He refused
to leave and refused to look for a job, he just locked himself in his
room and cried all day.”
“How
did you lure him out?”
“I’m
not sure if lure is the right word. I sold him to a gay maledom who
showed up with a group of guys. They took the door off the hinges
and carried him out in chains. Apparently there’s a market for
broken slaves like that. Doms who want to get very rough and not
feel any guilt about it.”
“Interesting.
Do you hear that pet? When I get bored of you I know exactly what I
will do.”
I
cringe and bite my lip as my brain spirals out of control in a fear
cycle. Brittany laughs her ass off before interjecting.
“Did
they pay well?”
“Let’s
just say it was enough to buy a car. A used car, but a car.”
“Didn’t
you feel guilty? I’m assuming you loved him.”
“Loved.
Past tense. I stopped loving him when there was nothing left to
love. I moved on and wanted him gone. He refused.”
They
continue with small-talk after this. Pleasantries. Flirtations.
Mistress and Lynn exchange business cards. I sense Mistress is
feeling her out. I feel a bit unsettled. A few lines catch my
attention.
“Feel
free to call me, anytime. Just for the record, I have no problem
with you having a slave. I’m also okay with the occasional
booty-call if you aren’t ready for a relationship.”
Lynn
sticks out her tongue a bit and clicks its piercing against her
teeth.
“Also,
I think your slave could use some nipple piercings. They’re
deliciously tender and with a large enough gauge you can actually fit
a padlock through them.”
Mistress
smirks. I wince. A little later a petite woman with short brown
hair approaches the table and makes a bee line for Brittany. She is
short and trim with small breasts and a leather collar around her
neck. I probably wouldn’t have noticed her breasts that quickly if
not for her revealing top.
“Please
come dance with me.” Brittany blushes.
“I’m
really flattered but I’m not...”
“Not
gay. I know that but it seems like you aren’t having any fun.
I’ve been watching you since you came in and it took me this long
to work up the courage to come over here. One dance, just for fun.
Come on.”
“Yeah,
Brittany, go have some fun. Everyone else here is having fun. If
you don’t go dance with this cutie I just might have to.”
Brittany
shuts her eyes in response to Mistress’s prods. Her eyes slowly
open as she clenches her fists.
“Fine.
One dance.”
The
short woman’s mouth opens into a wide smile and she takes Brittany
by the hand, excitedly leading her towards the dance floor.
“I
think your friend is a little bit uptight, Cassandra.”
“She’s
a little high strung but a good person. She’s just trained herself
to only see some things in a certain way. Once she loosens up she’s
a blast.”
“Are
you trying to turn her?”
“Well,
I’d be lying if I said the thought didn’t cross my mind, but I’m
not forcing the issue. I mostly just took her out tonight to have
fun.”
“I’d
ravage her.” Lynn smiles and flicks her tongue piercing against
her lip.
“So
would I.”
They
laugh together.
“It’s
brave of you to bring a boy here dressed like that. There’s a
handful of regulars that tend to take offense to that sort of thing.
I’m sure they are letting things go seeing as he’s stayed glued
to your side, but I wouldn’t let him wander off by himself.”
“Really?
I’m surprised that gender prejudice still exists in today’s day
and age. This isn’t my first time here, but it’s my first time
with him.”
“You
usually come with that big group in the limo, right?”
“Yes.
You must have seen us before then?”
“A
couple of times. It sometimes makes you seem unapproachable though.”
“I
can understand that. Our clique does get a bit rowdy at times.”
“I
think your friend is going for a little more than one dance.”
I
look up to the dance floor. Brittany’s coat hangs upon a nearby
chair and she has her arms raised, grinding in rhythm with the
short-haired woman. The smile on her face indicates that she’s
definitely having fun.
Before
long they return to the table arm in arm, the short woman wearing
Brittany’s coat. Brittany fans herself with her off hand.
“I
don’t think I’ve danced that much in years.”
“Did
you have fun?”
“I
did, thank you, Randi.”
“Yay.”
The
way that she cheers is sort of disgustingly cute.
“My
ride is leaving soon. Promise me that you’ll call me.”
“I
promise.”
“Just
as friends. I want to get to know you better.”
“I
promise.”
“Can
I give you a kiss?” Brittany’s face flushes red.
“Umm,
about that whole just friends thing.”
“Friends
can kiss.”
“Yeah,
Brittany, didn’t you tell me that you used to kiss Chloe and
Courtney all the time just to tease Francis?”
Brittany’s
death stare at Mistress is priceless. I can’t help but smile.
Brittany pouts for a minute but then closes her eyes. Randi leans in
and plants a passionate and juicy kiss on Brittany’s lips.
“You
taste like peaches.” Randi’s phone beeps.
“Shit,
I have to go. Seriously, promise me you’ll call me, we’ll go get
coffee.”
“I
promise.”
Brittany
acts annoyed but as soon as Randi is out of view a wide smile forms
over her face.
“I’m
a little bit jealous, Brit. Can I taste the peaches?”
“I
know we just met, but let’s be friends so I can try it too.”
Brittany
speaks through clenched teeth.
“I’m
going to fucking kill the both of you.”
“Seriously
though, that girl seemed really sweet. Make sure to set boundaries
so that you don’t break her heart.”
“Fuck.
How did this night get so complicated all of a sudden?”
The
drinks continue to flow, although the pace is a bit slower than
earlier. Mistress seems to be hitting it off quite well with Lynn.
Brittany continues to look a bit uncomfortable. I really wish that
someone else would come and talk to her. It doesn’t take long for
my wish to come true as a group of four women make their way over
from the dance floor and soon surround her chair.
“Come
dance with us.”
“I’m
not really up for it.”
“We’re
not taking ‘no’ for an answer. When you were dancing earlier you
looked like you were having such a good time. Now you just look like
all mopey.”
The
two women on either side close their hands around her forearms.
“One
song. If you aren’t having fun you can come back and mope.”
“One
song. Just one. And just so you know, I’m not a lesbian.”
“Uh,
duh. We know that, it’s obvious.”
They
drag their semi-willing victim away. Mistress waves. One song turns
into seven. Mistress continues to chat and flirt a bit with Lynn.
Mostly small-talk but I can sense some mutual interest. Mistress
seems more guarded than usual. Losing Barb may have hurt her more
than any of us know.
Brittany
returns to the table a bit later. A smile a mile wide shows on her
face.
“I
think I like this bar. I’ve never been around strangers that would
go out of their way like that.”
Mistress
just nods and smiles before looking at her phone.
“We
should probably get going soon. I only have the car reserved until
midnight.”
I
breathe a sigh of relief. I doubt Mistress would have brought me
along if not for Brittany’s insistence. Ever since the ski trip,
being outed in public in an uncontrolled environment makes me feel
sick with anxiety unless I shut down completely.
Mistress
and Lynn part with a peck on the cheek and the promise of being in
contact in the future. Brittany looks wiped out. I’m sure this
evening was exhausting for her as well on an emotional level. We
make our way through the freezing cold to the waiting car. Mistress
instructs the driver to drive to Brittany’s home but tells him to
take his time.
“I
have a question for you, Brittany.”
“Ask
me anything except about peaches.”
“Would
you be interested in moving in with me? Becoming my roommate.”
“What
now?”
“You
haven’t found a house yet and haven’t been having good luck with
finding a sub. I was wondering if you wanted to live with me
instead.”
“Could
I have my own sub?”
“If
you can find one. I figure my pet could serve the both of us.”
Brittany
closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. My heart jumps as I’m
filled with a set of confused emotions.
“Are
you trying to turn me gay?”
“Of
course not, although I can’t say it would be unwelcome.”
Mistress laughs before continuing.
“I
just worry that you will find a sub and when that happens we won’t
be able to spend as much time together. I don’t usually let people
in that close to me. It feels like you’re the friend I’ve always
wanted but never had. A partner in crime.”
Brittany’s
demeanor suddenly shifts to serious.
“I’m
going to have to think about this. Will your feelings be hurt if I
say ‘no’? Of course they will. I love you, Cass, but this isn’t
a great spot you put me in.”
“Don’t
worry about it. It was just something I thought up this evening.
I’m not super invested in it.”
“Would
I have to pay rent?”
Mistress
laughs again.
“Only
if you wanted to. Or you could just buy a new coat every month at
the shop and call it even. It will be at a discount, of course.”
“Oh,
you dirty bird. That’s so not fair and you know it.”
“Just
another weapon in my arsenal, my dear.”
“Let
me think about it, seriously.”
“Take
your time.”
The
car slows to a halt in front of Brittany’s apartment building.
“I
can’t believe I’m going in dressed like this. I should have
brought a change of clothes.”
Mistress
laughs. Brittany waves and departs. Mistress rolls down the window
and calls out.
“Sleep
tight, peaches!”
I
hear a distant “Fuck!” drift in as the car drives away. At home
Mistress leads me to the bedroom and sits me down in front of the
mirror.
“Oh
my pet. You look just terrible. Do you want to hear what my blog
readers have said about you?”
I
shake my head no. She reads them anyways.
“domn8or
wrote ‘Those pretty pink lips would look good wrapped around my
cock.’”
“QueenOfMean76
wrote, ‘I’m lubing up my strap-on. That ass looks good enough to
fuck.’”
“sissyslutteresa89
wrote, ‘Where can I get that outfit? My clitty is hard.’”
“MsDominique666
wrote, ‘I’ll expect him to be dressed like that the next time I
come over.’”
I
shudder a bit as Mistress laughs. She puts down her phone and begins
her lesson in make-up removal.
END
ACT
