by I. M Rogue
Melissa pulled a hand towel out of her desk and threw it at me.
“Dry off and get dressed - now!”
I toweled myself off and put on my damp skirt but the bra was too wet to easily get on. Melissa unbuttoned her top and pulled it off. I watched greedily for more. She pulled her bra off revealing her marvelous breasts and I sighed purposely loud.
“This is a little big for you but at least it’s dry.”
She is giving me her bra to wear. Swoon!
“Thank you so much ma’am. I will take good care of it and return it to you clean.”
“Oh what am I doing Constance? I can’t be falling for you. I’ll give you more chances to prove your feelings for me are more than just a passing obsession. But it won’t be easy for either of us and we are going to take this slow. Now go home and clean up, then meet me downstairs in the lobby at six o’clock.”
What does she mean “for either of us?”
“Yes ma’am. What should I tell Edward?”
“That is your problem. How you handle it will be very revealing.”
“I will be here ma’am.”
“Good, now leave. You have already put me way behind schedule.”
“Yes ma’am. I hope you have a good afternoon. One more thing though…can I kiss you?”
For the first time a genuine look of affection crossed her face and I licked my lips anxiously. She was flattered and took a step into my personal space to offer me her cheek. I kissed it devotedly and stood waiting for her lips. Her breathing increased and it was no longer a secret – she was feeling something for me. She stepped away and repeated, “Meet me tonight – now go.”
I exited without a word having pushed my luck enough. As I walked back to the elevator it was hard not to skip. I had broken through and things were moving forward – to where I couldn’t be sure. But it was very exciting and felt right. I mean after all, I was wearing her bra. She must feel some connection…some type of affection for me now.
Constance you must be completely obedient tonight to seal the deal. You know she is going to test you with something hard – don’t let fear ruin it.
The way I felt gave me strength. Just the idea of her love made me feel confident enough to endure even the strictest punishment. Suddenly my clit began throbbing as strongly as my heart. I wanted to rush home and get off again thinking about what had just happened, but made myself hold off. One thing was for certain, I couldn’t wait to meet her again. Something was beginning and I could feel my world changing.
THE LADIES CLUB
I spent the rest of the afternoon lurking around the business district killing time before our appointed meeting. During lunch I noted my husband Edward and Janet sneaking away together. The jealousy I felt when I first discovered them was less intense than it had been that morning. Instead it was replaced by hope that Melissa would be my new future and once again I prepared myself to be as obedient to her as possible. Wearing her bra was a constant reminder that I had her sincere consideration and I frequently fingered the sides of it through my top as I waited.
Giving me her bra means she wants me…right? It must have, I could see the look in her eyes.
Time seemed to drag as I anxiously counted down the hours to our meeting. Finally six o’clock rolled around and I stood in the lobby of their building waiting for her to appear. A ding of the elevator, the doors opened, and her magnificent frame stepped out and spotted me. A sly, almost sheepish smile took over her face.
“You’re here Constance.”
“Did you really believe I would change my mind?”
“I wasn’t sure.”
“Well I was. Nothing was going to keep me from this meeting.”
Her sly smiled widened further and I sensed her appreciation. It was becoming hard to deny a special chemistry was building between us.
She is happy – maybe even flattered to see me. She is falling for me right back. This is no longer just my obsession. (Swoon)
“I’m glad you made it but things aren’t as simple as they seem.”
“You mean my husband?” I asked. “I already told you I would handle it.”
“No, I mean the fact that you have a husband – the fact that you are straight. It’s a bigger issue than you realize.”
“If I’m straight why am I in love with another woman? I don’t want to be trapped by terms Melissa…”
“You will still address me as “ma’am” she interrupted. “We’re not official yet.”
“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am. I just wanted to stress that I don’t care about labels or stereotypes – I just want to be with you…to be for you always.”
“You’re still not understanding me. There are things you don’t know about me. I have made other commitments that I’m accountable for. Commitments that make dating you much more…”
Her voice trailed off and she took a deep breath.
“Whatever commitments you have made I will shoulder them also. Just let me know what I can do to help.”
“It’s not like that Constance. I am a prominent member of a secret organization that could be a problem for us…for me. The first thing we need to do is clear the air with them. I know it has nothing to do with you but I cannot escape the oath I made to them. These women are very powerful professionals and could make both our lives very difficult.”
“You’re right - I don’t understand.”
“Well you are about to.”
She took me by the arm and led me down to the parking garage. We got into her black BMW and exited the building. She seemed a little worried which troubled me. It was out of character for the alpha beauty to appear so nervous yet I remained silent waiting to see where this was all heading.
We drove a few blocks through the business district arriving at a neon strip of bars and lounges right as the sun was setting. The fuzzy lights of the establishments were just blazing to life as we exited onto the street.
Melissa led me to a discreet lounge called “Girl Talk” and greeted the doorman by his first name. He nodded respectfully at her and pulled aside a velvet rope while ignoring me completely. It was an awkward feeling that only grew more ominous when we entered.
Inside the lounge the lighting was dim, only illuminated by soft purple neon. The sounds of soft jazz rang out from a stage that was surrounded by candlelit tables. It seemed like a fairly standard lounge except…there were no men. This was clearly a women only establishment.
“You will remain submissive to me the entire time we are here. No talking to anyone unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am. Of course I do. I promise not to let you down.”
“Good, I’m not trying to be harsh right now. What will take place here is serious business.”
A striking blond who was so tall it felt intimidating approached us and greeted Melissa warmly. After a quick exchange she turned to me and raised an eyebrow before giving Melissa a sideways look.
“You’re serious aren’t you?” She asked. “I heard some gossip about it, but wasn’t sure if it was an exaggeration. You realize the rest of the council already knows about her right?”
“I’ve come to face them. Surely they know I wouldn’t take it this far if my feelings weren’t serious.”
“You know as well as anybody what you’re getting into so I won’t bother trying to sway you. But when the time comes lover, I will have to do as they instruct me. It’s nothing personal.”
“I know Candice. This is my doing and there will be no hard feelings towards you. But if things go badly I can’t guarantee I won’t defy them. My mind is nearly made up and I need to see where this is going.”
She nodded and escorted us through the dark lounge to a table near the stage where a Sade-like singer was performing. She took Melissa’s order and ignored me further which irritated me. I had been respectful and was secretly disappointed this stunning woman only referred to me in the third person. It made me feel inferior.
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��Constance I am going to tell you upfront that I’m more attracted to you than any woman I’ve ever met. It’s probably a big mistake but I am prepared to sacrifice a lot to take things further. I hope I’m not alone in this.”
“I don’t know what this meeting is all about but trust me my beautiful ma’am. You are not alone in your feelings and I have no shame admitting it. I have fallen for you hard and you have my complete loyalty.”
I wanted to say ‘I love you’ but remained cautious and waited for her lead. There was more going on here than I understood so I decided it was wise to remain as low key as possible. This was her secret world and I was the outsider.
Candice returned with Melissa’s drink and placed a glass of water in front of me.
I guess I should feel lucky that I got anything.
“You might wanna drink it fast” she whispered, “They will be calling for you soon.” Then she looked at me and added, “For both of you.”
Her tone made me feel uneasy. At first I thought this was some type of game but Melissa’s expression let me know how serious she was taking it. She was genuinely concerned, yet I couldn’t be sure about what. For a moment our roles felt reversed and I wanted to take her hand and comfort her. But I remained meek and submissive as I had promised.
I spotted a group of women dressed in matching black suits with grey pinstripes moving across the lounge in our direction. They approached from Melissa’s blind spot and she never saw them coming. When they arrived one put her hand on her shoulder and announced, “the council is ready to see you.” They threw something down on the table and stood aside waiting.
“Stand up Constance” Melissa ordered.
I stood and she took the item off the table and grabbed me firmly by the back of the hair. Out of the corner of my vision I looked to see if anyone was shocked by the aggressive move but nobody seemed alarmed. I felt Melissa wrapping something around my neck and tightening it. When she was done I realized it was a collar that was attached to a leash. Melissa jerked the leash and without a word I allowed her to lead me off feeling self conscious in the middle of the lounge - but proud to be tethered to her.
We walked to the back of the lounge until we arrived at a silver door. The pinstriped women took up positions at either side as if to guard it. Melissa took a deep breath and confidently opened it up. Beyond the doors sat a large circular table with women sitting at intervals around it. There were all types of women. Some dressed like Melissa, in business attire, and others dressed very femininely. The feminine ones ranged in appearance from cocktail attire to nearly stripper looking. I observed the variety with cautious curiosity.
How does such a diverse group of women end up in the same club?
One of the pen striped women grabbed my leash from Melissa and pulled me off to the side of the room before tying off the end of my tether to a bar along the back wall.
“This is the straight girl you are considering?” A woman in a solid black suit asked.
“Yes” Melissa replied shakily. “I have decided that I want to pursue her.”
“Are you prepared to face the consequences of that choice?”
“Yes I am,” Melissa answered more confidently.
What in the world is going on here? How can these women treat my strong lover this way – and why is she allowing it?
Suddenly the pinstriped girls swarmed Melissa. Her top was unceremoniously ripped off of her revealing her braless chest. Her skirt was torn off next and they forced her to the circular table, bent her over it and cuffed her wrists behind her back.
“Stop!” I called out, upset by her rough treatment.
“No Constance – don’t” Melissa called back, but it was too late. Before I could comprehend anything one of the pinstriped women forced a ball gag into my mouth and tightly secured it around my head.
“That is who you are going to endure this for?” The woman in black reaffirmed.
“Yes” She answered in nearly a whisper.
For the first time her voice trembled and I got an idea of how nervous this meeting was making her.
She is sacrificing for me! Melissa please don’t suffer for me.
I was deeply touched that Melissa would take these mysterious chances for me but also very concerned about where it would lead. The woman seemed angry – almost outraged by her devotion to me. Yet I could only watch helplessly from the edge of the room.
“Very well. Sister Melissa has agreed to endure the consequences of her actions. Should she fail she will be scrubbed from our membership and stripped of all privileges. I want to remind all of the sisters to not go lightly during her atonement. This is a serious offence and as member of the high council she should have known better. There is to be no mercy towards Sister Melissa.”
“No mercy for the traitor” the group recited in unison.
Traitor…she is not a traitor. No!
The table of women got up and surrounded poor Melissa who stood bound wearing only her panties. The woman in black moved in behind her and reached her hand around inside her panties. Melissa winced and I knew she had gripped her clit.
A feminine woman in a pink gown stepped forward and slapped Melissa hard across the face. Melissa jerked and the hand her panties flexed forcing her to stiffen submissively. The woman in pink grabbed Melissa by the hair and forced her to look at the group.
To my shock another woman slapped her hard across the other side of her face. Melissa grunted but tried to remain strong. Before she could catch her breath another woman slapped her firmly, followed by another.
Soon the group took turns slapping her, the sounds of their blows echoing through the room. Melissa’s head rocked from side to side, her beautiful hair cascading to and fro with each blow. They didn’t wait long between slaps and Melissa occasionally grunted in pain but refused to protest.
No! Stop hurting her. Melissa don’t do this for me. I’ll love you no matter what.
I groaned into my gag struggling to protest and was met with a slap of my own. For a moment I saw stars and my cheek burned like fire.
“Don’t make it harder on her” a pinstriped woman whispered in my ear.
Slap – slap – slap – on it went, each woman slapping my obsession mercilessly.
Soon she was being slapped in two places – one woman on her face and another across her breasts. She grunted in agony but refused to protest as her face and chest began glowing bright red. When Melissa would wince in pain the woman in black would flex the hand in her panties and make her submissive again.
Finally it ended and the woman removed her hand from Melissa’s panties before yanking them down around her ankles. My sweet obsession looked dazed and numb as they bent her over the table roughly. Her face was puffy and she looked so weak I hardly recognized her. It was breaking my heart.
SPORK PUNISHMENT
I was unfastened from the bar and led over to face Melissa who was bent over and helpless. My gag was removed and the woman in black spoke.
“See what you’ve done straight girl. Do you still want her or will you defer your affections and move on?”
“Please don’t hurt her anymore” I pleaded. “She hasn’t done anything to you.”
“She has broken a sacred oath. I wouldn’t expect a spork like you to understand.”
“Why do you call me a spork?”
“You know, part spoon – part fork. Confused about your identity just like a spork.”
That is so mean. I am not a spork! I better not question it though.
“You have no right to treat Melissa this way.”
“Shut up spork” the woman in pink hissed.
“We have every right to do this” black suit assured me. “Do you hear her complaining? Trust me – if she refuses to denounce her feelings for you then her suffering has just begun.”
“How dare you interfere in our business? This is between Melissa and me.”
“Yes” the stern woman hissed. “That is why we will give you the chance to save
her. It’s easy to play games little spork but can you back up your feelings? Will you take her punishment for her…straight girl?”
Oh my.
My stomach grew chilled because I knew the answer.
“Y-yes, punish me in her pa-place” I stuttered nervously.
“No Constance don’t!” Melissa pleaded. “This doesn’t involve you. This is my penance to pay. I can handle it.”
“I won’t let them hurt you anymore” I insisted. “I just can’t allow it Melissa. I volunteer to take her punishment,” I announced.
“You have no idea what they will”…SLAP! A hard blow was brought across her gorgeous mouth sending spit flying and silencing her mid sentence. She remained obediently quite.
“Be silent Mel – or you will make it harder on both of you. She has agreed to carry your burden. You know the rules - it’s not for you to interfere. Bring me her leash.”
A pinstripe led me over to the woman in black. She confidently gripped my leash and played with it teasingly, lording her control over me.
“You’re a regular little puppy dog aren’t you. Quit lying – you want dick. That’s what turns you on – isn’t it?”
“Everything about Melissa turns me on and she is all I want” I replied defiantly.
“Well…let’s find out. Bend her over.”
I was bent over the table next to Melissa, her scent wafting into my nostrils reminding me of everything I felt towards her. Her face was forced to look away as we stood bent over in the vulnerable position together. The feel of hands on my back and I realized my skirt was being pulled off me. I was stripped from the waist down and immediately felt a cool sensation being applied to my anus.
“What’s happening?” I stammered.
“Silence! You will not speak again!” The woman in black demanded.
SLAP! – a stinging blow was brought down against my ass and I whimpered in pain. It was just the beginning. The group gathered around me and my ass was spanked mercilessly by multiple hands as I writhed in agony. Each blow seared me to the core and felt worse and worse. I squealed overcome by pain but it continued on. The sounds of their impacts filled the room without end until my ass felt like a flame was being held against it.
