by Bryce, A. L.
Sophia entered the living room silently. Sophia loved tap pants. The short extremely loose leg openings provided ample opportunity to attend to the pussy. Now, on Willow, they had fallen to one side and half of Willow’s sex lay exposed. Sophia approached and gently touched Willow’s clit through the thin satin fabric with a wet finger. Willow shivered involuntarily but stilled herself as quickly as possible and didn’t make a sound. Sophia gazed with approval at Willow’s attention to detail. Everything was as Sophia had commanded. And she did look beautiful.
Next, Sophia strolled over to Porsche. She too was as Sophia had ordered—and by this Sophia was mildly surprised. She was prepared to be disappointed in Porsche but the girl was laid out perfectly on a large, black silk-covered pillow, her arms and legs extended, the red lace of her panties just barely covering her pussy. The nipples of her titties, peeping out of the lace, were rosy and hard. Her glossy red lips encircled the black ball of the gag. A tiny smear of red had transferred to the black ball, a little dot just outside Porsche’s mouth, and for some reason the speck made Sophia’s cunt clutch up then release, an unexpected delight.
Sophia ran a fingernail from Porsche’s instep up to her inner thigh. Porsche started to whimper, but caught herself, and clenched the ball gag more firmly in her mouth, tasting the rubber. Sophia’s fingernail dug into the soft flesh of Porsche’s skin just below her panties. Porsche remained motionless and silent. Sophia smiled warmly.
In a box near the dining table were several of the toys Sophia had chosen for this evening. She opened the box and took out some lube and a dildo. The lube was one of those self-warming blends, and Sophia popped the cap and squeezed a small glob onto her fingertips, then she pushed her fingers inside the little red panties and slathered the lube onto Porsche’s lips, pushing them open with her fingers and allowing the lube to work its way around. Then Sophia pinched the lips together and squeezed. Porsche breathed deeply through her nose, her body tense now with anticipation. Sophia lubed up the dildo ... a nice blue one, eight inches long. She placed the tip at the opening of the panties and pushed gently forward. Porsche raised up very, very slightly, but enough for Sophia to withdraw the dildo in punishment. Porsche quickly relaxed her bottom and fell back onto the pillow underneath her. But it was too late, Sophia had moved away.
Willow strained to hear what was happening from under her hood. Her entire body was tingling with tension. She was so ready, so very ready. She heard Sophia’s footfalls, muffled by the Oriental rug, coming toward her. Oh, yes, sweet Jesus let her be FIRM with me. Without warning, a dildo was jammed in the tap pants and up her pussy then pulled out and jammed in again and again and again.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” Willow cried in a whisper-scream.
“I’ll allow it.”
The dildo moved in and out and in and out, each time a little deeper, a little meaner.
“Do you like that? Do you like being fucked hard?”
“Yes, Mistress!” Tears of joy cascaded down Willow’s cheeks. She was in heaven.
“Move your hips when I fuck you. Slam against this cock. Do it now.”
Willow flung her hips up and back and up and back in rhythm with the dildo.
“Oh ... ” Willow said, then halted.
“Say it! Tell me how it feels!”
“It feels ... so good. SO GOOD. OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK ME, MISTRESS SOPHIA! FUCK ME SOOOOO GOOOOOD. SHOVE IT UP ME! OH, GOD, YES!”
Sophia stopped immediately.
Willow fell back. Tense with hope.
“Good girl.”
Willow lay still, her pussy throbbing with some pain and a huge amount of pleasure. Her mind throbbed ... Oh, please! Oh, please! Oh, please!
Sophia strode jauntily over to Porsche, who had craftily adjusted her blindfold so she could just catch a glimpse of Willow in the orange chair. She’d watched Sophia fucking Willow with a mixture of envy and delight, as her glistening pussy revealed.
Sophia held a small pair of scissors. She snipped off the tissue thin panties and immediately began massaging Porsche’s slick lips with the palm of her hand. Putting down the scissors, she brought her other hand up, slipped two fingers into Porsche and began rocking them back and forth; finger-fucking the girl in a slow gentle motion.
Porsche lay immobile, but as tense as a wire.
Sophia whispered into her ear, “Did you enjoy watching me fuck Willow? Do you want a big cock inside you too?” She inserted a third finger and continued the gentle fuck. “Would that make you one happy little girl?” Then four. “How about it? You want more?” Then her entire hand, as Porsche opened up to accept her. The fistfuck continued at a slow, leisurely pace. Porsche was unable to stop herself from moaning with pleasure as she felt Sophia inside her, filling her, the fingers wiggling ever so slightly, ever so gently, making every nerve-ending pulse with glee.
Sophia removed her hand slowly and moved up to Porsche’s face. Sophia’s lips opened as she engulfed the ball gag. She held her lips against Porsche’s until they quivered.
Sophia returned to Willow and, once again, without delay began fucking her with the dildo. She reached down and pinched Willow’s right nipple then her left. Willow whimpered with joy. The pain felt so good, she never wanted Sophia to stop. Sophia plunged the dildo in and out, watching her sub’s reaction as the dildo was inserted, pulled out and inserted again, the pink flesh swallowing the dildo over and over, the tap pants soaked, clinging to her thigh, her pussy exposed. Sophia pulled two nipple clamps from a little pocket in her dress, shoved Willow’s bra up, and clamped first one and then the other onto Willow’s sweet little nips. When Sophia pushed the cock in hard again, Willow could hold on no longer. Her entire body spasmed, rocking out of the chair and back, as the climax hit her with the force of a moving car.
“OmagodomagodomamamaGOOOOOODDDDD.”
Sophia left her to go to Porsche. She brought out another dildo, a smaller red one, and lubed it up. Without preamble, she jammed it up Porsche’s ass and, to her surprise, the girl immediately gushed, lifting herself up off the pillow, up off the table until she was holding herself by her heels and head. She jerked and shook for nearly a minute before falling back against the table with a bang.
Sophia smiled with satisfaction.
“Willow. Porsche. Get dressed and leave me now. Both of you disappoint. I gave no permission for release. There was so much more to this evening ... and now you’ve both ruined it with your lack of control. Get dressed and leave.” Sophia sashayed out of the room, entirely pleased.
Willow and Porsche removed their headgear and looked across the room at each other with saucer eyes.
“Holy Mother of God,” Porsche breathed.
Willow gasped and giggled a little then put her hand to her pussy. “I’ll be feeling this for a week!”
Both women got up slowly and grappled with their clothes, then ran for the door and shut it gently behind them.
Porsche was bewildered. She felt used, cheap, and totally fucking awesome. She glanced at Willow who just looked shell-shocked.
“You OK?” Porsche whispered.
“I’m ... blissed out,” Willow whispered back.
Porsche didn’t even ask to stay at Willow’s. A shift had occurred. Porsche understood now that what Sophia offered Willow was way beyond Porsche’s ability to provide. Now she had to figure out if she wanted to be another one of Sophia’s stable of subs or if she needed to get out of the lifestyle before she lost herself in it completely.
Out on the street Porsche breathed in the crisp air. She walked down the block, gazing across the street, taking the occasional glimpse into a townhouse window, a man bouncing on his couch cheering as his team scored, a woman yelling at her teenage daughter who stood with her arms on her hips and her face fierce, an empty dining room blazing with lights. The rows of bare cypress trees that lined the streets resembled sentries on duty. For some reason, all these things made Porsche even sadder.
Willow walked gingerly to her shower and clim
bed in. She let the water cascade over her nipples, which still carried the indentation of the clamps, and over her oh-so-sore pussy. Her lips felt like they were on fire. She gently soaped up her body, slipping a finger into her pussy then out and in again to recreate the feeling she’d experienced at Sophia’s. Mistress Sophia’s. She leaned against the shower wall and gently fucked herself, barely able to take the pain she relished.
What an odd girl I am, she thought as the climax covered her like a cloak. She slid to the floor of the shower and let the water wash over her.
“What a waste of great lingerie! They didn’t even last long enough to see it!” Sophia chuckled. “I am GOOD.” Next time I’ll make them wait. But it was perfect. They were at my command. She was Mistress again and felt the power of that position flowing through her like a drug. She stretched out on her bed, rolled to one side then the other, and then stretched again. She purred like a kitten, then her thoughts turned to pleasuring herself. She petted her bush a half dozen times as she contemplated which of her toys she would use on herself, but before she could put thought into action, the phone rang.
“Hello!” she said gaily.
“Hello, dear, I hope you don’t mind me calling you at home but I was just thinking about you ... ”
The color drained from Sophia’s face. It was the voice of Mrs. Pea.
15
“DEAR? ARE YOU THERE?”
“Yes ... ” She spoke in a little girl’s whisper. Then Sophia bit her lip and swung herself into a sitting position. “Yes. What can I do for you?” Stronger.
“I really enjoyed this little pair of frillies you gave me, but the stink has worn off them, dear, and I was wondering if I might obtain another pair of your little delicate panties to sniff at my leisure. Shall we meet?”
Sophia’s mind was racing. She desperately wanted to meet Mrs. Pea again but she knew she didn’t want to fall back into the confusion that had so engulfed her the last time.
“Dear?”
“Yes, yes. I’ll meet you.”
“Let’s make it the same place, shall we? Tuesday at, oh, let’s say…5:30.”
“5 will work better for me.” Sophia tried for equal footing.
Mrs. Pea chuckled. “5:30 is when I’ll be there. You do what you will.”
The phone went dead. Sophia stared down at it, then threw it across the room.
“Next!” Porsche called out, surly as hell. God, she was sick of the smell of coffee.
“A double cap mach.”
“Double cap mach. $3.95.”
The customer handed her four ones, then dropped the nickel change in the tip jar and walked away.
“Oh, thanks a lot! The college fund is ensured now, moron,” Porsche muttered.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She whipped it out and checked the screen. Willow. Again. Willow had called half a dozen times in the last two days but Porsche ignored the calls. She loved Willow. At least, sometimes she thought she did. No, she did love her. But she was stung by the realization that she couldn’t replace Sophia. Willow would always want and need Sophia in her life. Porsche would never be enough. She wasn’t ready to be an addendum to Willow’s sex life. She wasn’t willing to share that little pussy with Sophia. If she couldn’t be Willow’s one-and-only, she didn’t want to be her anything, certainly not her friend—at least, not yet. She was embarrassed to tell Willow all this, so she just ignored her calls.
Willow looked at her cell phone, held it up to her ear again, then sighed and hung up. She’d already left a bunch of messages for Porsche; she was tired of saying the same thing over and over. The last session at Sophia’s had been awesome. It had been exactly what Willow had needed. She knew her place, knew with all her heart that she belonged to Sophia and that the dalliance with Porsche was over. She needed to devote herself to her mistress. She didn’t need the relationship with Porsche, but she desperately needed to be Sophia’s sub. She hoped Porsche would understand. She’d have to, after their last session with Sophia, wouldn’t she? How could she not? And hadn’t Porsche been just as affected as Willow had been? Wouldn’t Porsche be a willing sub to Mistress Sophia now too? Of course, if Willow was being honest with herself, she hoped Porsche wouldn’t be returning to Mistress Sophia’s. She wanted Sophia all to herself. But she wanted to end things with Porsche ... right. She wanted ... well, she wanted Porsche to still like her, as silly as that sounded. She didn’t want bad blood between them. Couldn’t they be friends?
Besides Porsche still had a $200 belt of hers.
She dropped her phone in her purse and went back to reading the legal brief in front of her.
Sophia called Tommy.
“She called.”
“Who?” Tommy cradled the phone against her ear as she spooned a mouthful of bread pudding into her mouth. “I’m making bread pudding.”
“Mrs. Pea ... and when you are done laughing ... Tommy ... when you are done ... WHEN YOU ARE DONE LAUGHING…”
“All right. All right. I…whew, I have control. There’s bread pudding on the ceiling though. So, she called!”
“Yes, and she wants me to meet her. Tommy, you have to help me. I ... You and I have known each other a long time. What the hell has happened to me? I refuse to let this woman turn me into some horny woozy-ass teenager.”
“I see.”
“I mean it, Tommy. What the fuck? You know me. What do you think is going on?”
“I think the Lady Dominatrix wants a little time off and might want to be that horny out of control teenager, that’s what I think.”
“No!”
“No?”
“No. That’s definitely not it.”
“Uh huh. Well, I gotta go.”
“No! Help me!”
“Well, sweet thing, you asked me my opinion. I gave it to you. You totally discounted it. So ... ”
“I’m sorry. I just ... do you really think I want to be a SUB? Oh, my God.”
“Honey, everyone wants to be a dom sometimes and everyone wants to be a sub sometimes. And if not, they should. It’s yin and yang, baby. Now you are totally the Mistress of all domi mistresses. Known in her community. The grand dame. Famous in many ways and for good reason. But everybody has a Sunday, know what I mean? Everyone wants to take a holiday now and then. Your holiday is Mrs. Pea and becoming a total mush ball in front of her. Didn’t you say you were dripping wet from the experience? And for some time afterward? Now I know you, you used to get like that when you had a sub underfoot, but lately ... well, I’ve noticed that it was getting to be a little routine, and you weren’t getting as turned on. Am I right?”
“Yeeesssss ... yeah, yes. You are right.”
“So along comes Mrs. Pea and she has some kind of something that makes you quiver. Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Quivering—yes, that’s good. But the total lack of control? I hate it!”
“Ha, ha, yeah, baby. You get to experience what your subs do with you. But, do you really hate it? Isn’t it a little enticing, a little exhilarating, to be at the mercy of someone else? To have someone else paying attention to all the details and directing the play? All you have to do is stand there, flooding your panties.”
“But I LOVE being a top!”
“Hell, yes! And, Sophia, you are sincerely the best. I’ve heard it from numerous sources. Remember, Mrs. Pea, she’s just a little vacation for you—a little break. Maybe even a way to recharge so you can go back to your subs refreshed.
Sophia sighed and stared off into space. Was Tommy right? Could she just have a “Mrs. Pea vacation” every once in a while and still retain her sense of self? Was she making too much out of it? No. She remembered too vividly that sense of losing herself, of not being able to connect to her strong dominant persona for weeks. Mrs. Pea had sucked her personality out of her like some kind of vampire bitch. Mrs. Pea was dangerous. She wasn’t just a holiday. For whatever reason, Mrs. Pea had the power to turn Sophia into ... into Willow. And if that happened Sophia wasn’t
sure she’d have the ability to come back to herself.
She bit her lip. What was she going to do?
16
PEARL SCOOTED DOWN the hallway, maneuvering around the mail boy with his little metal cart, the sandwich boy with his sizeable basket, and a few attorneys having a meeting on the fly. She made herself a mental note to check with the sandwich boy; something had smelled yummy, like truffle oil, as she flew past. She grabbed the doorjamb and spun into Willow’s office.
“There’s a woman in the lobby for you.”
“I don’t have anything scheduled.”
“I know, I’m your assistant, remember? I know when you have someone and when you don’t. She won’t leave. She says she’s a personal friend and that she’ll wait till you have five minutes. She’s ... there are tears in her eyes.”
Willow covered her eyes with her hands. “Please. Send. Her. Back.”
Pearl turned on her heel and headed out. A moment later, Porsche slunk in.
“Hey, I’m sorry ... ”
“You can’t just come here!”
“I know…I…you won’t return my calls!”
“Porsche. Look. Isn’t it clear from what happened”—this part in a whisper—“at Mistress Sophia’s ... that ... well, we shouldn’t be a we? Besides, you ignored my calls for at least a week! I tried to contact you and you ignored me. Now you turn around and show up in tears? At my office? No. You can’t do this. I will not have dyke drama unfolding in my office. You have to go.”
Porsche exploded into sobs.
“No! No! Oh, for Christ’s sake! Goddamn it!” Willow flew across the room and shut the door. She did the one thing she promised never to do—she lowered her blinds. “Let the gossip begin!” she raged. She took a deep breath, led the soppy mess over to the couch, and sat next to her.
“Porsche. Remember how we met? With our asses puckered up and thrust out for Mistress Sophia’s inspection? Come on. You had to know in your heart this was just going to be a fling!”
