With lightning quick speed, she became his obsession and his every fantasy come true in a perfect package. He had so many things to teach her, experience with her, and open her up to. Thoughts that had him semi-hard already. Jesus, he felt like a horny teenager who couldn’t get enough of Mandy and her delectable body and apparently he wasn’t the only one, judging by the look on Xavier’s face. He wished he had a magic ball to see how she’d react later that night in the club. It would either open up her curiosity and sexual desires, causing her to want to experience more or it would send her running far away, never to speak to him again. He’d have to tread carefully and patiently with her to build up the trust between them.
Meanwhile, Mandy, Melissa and Xavier cruised through the racks of clothing trying to find the right outfit for Melissa to wear to the club. Something elegant and sexy but not sleazy or slutty looking. Mandy could see that Xavier and Melissa had instant chemistry and both tried to ignore it. She smiled wholeheartedly at them, thinking they’d be a great couple if Jett would allow it. Xavier was his sub after all. All of a sudden, Xavier found the perfect dress and in Melissa’s size too. It was fire engine red and matched the color of Mandy’s rose on her vest. It was made of form fitting silk and flowed to a few inches shy of the floor. The waist was cinched and above that, two separate pieces of cloth were crisscrossed over the breasts and led up to the back of the neck there they snapped together. The arms, shoulders and back from the waist up were left bare. The outfit would allow her to wear the traditional red submissive house collar in comfort as well, like Xavier’s.
Mandy shooed Melissa off to the dressing room with the dress and a set of heels to match when she saw Jett leave the office and head back in their direction. She forgot how to breathe in that moment. The sight of him, she knew, would always take her breath away.
By the time Melissa had dressed, Jett stood possessively next to Mandy with his arm around her waist. He looked Melissa over with a keen eye as she slowly turned at his command. "Yes, this is a good choice indeed and will work on such short notice. Get changed Melissa and meet us by the door. Your boss, well ex-boss now, said to write up a sales slip for your dress and our orders and bill everything to me then leave it under the till. Oh, turn the sign to closed and lock the door as we leave." He watched the girl rush away. He noticed the huge smile she and Mandy shared. "The owner is closing early so she can make sure all the daily clothes I chose for you are delivered yet today. Now, we only have one last stop to make. We are going to a special high end salon so you two ladies can have your hair done along with pedicures, manicures, and a little something extra for you tigress." He said and gave Mandy a wicked smile, his eyes not holding back from showing her his overwhelming, obsessive desire for her.
"Yes Master." Mandy responds with a wicked smile of her own and wondered if Jett expected her to role play the obedient submissive all the time. Because if that is his plan, he has another thing coming.
"Jett?"
"Yes, Mandy?"
"I was just wondering why Xavier and Melissa get their own apartments and I don't?" Her face flushed hot and she immediately felt awful and greedy for bringing the topic up in the first place.
"Are you not happy sharing my large place with me, tigress?"
"Of course I am. You've been almost too generous with me, it's just that...um...there might be times that I will feel the need to be alone..."
"Ah. What you are politely trying to ask, is where can you go when you are pissed off at me or tired of my attentions for a night, is that correct?" He laughed. "Don't be embarrassed to be honest with me, tigress. I have already seen to that contingency. I apologize for not showing you my whole place as I promised to. You will of course have your own bedroom and sitting room to decorate as you see fit if you choose to stay after tonight. After you understand everything you need to know about me and I'm confident when you do, you will decide to stay. Nevertheless, we will talk about it more later, in private, alright?" Jett's tone was caring and understanding.
It put Mandy at ease that he had already thought ahead and yet was unnerving that he had been able to read her so well. Although, with his level of self-assurance and she guessed, used to getting his way, she couldn't help but wonder if planned all of this out while she was in her coma in the hospital. She filed it away as thoughts to think about and discuss later. Especially when Jett was calling her name in a scolding tone of voice. Still not a child you jerk!
"Mandy, if you're quite done getting lost in your thoughts, we do need to go."
"Yes sir. My almighty master of the pain in the ass club." She smarted off in a saucy tone of voice and strutted right out the door to await for him by the limo with her hands on her hips, as though he were the slow one.
"Keep pushing me beautiful, I dare you. I am planning your severe punishment which will come at bedtime tonight." Jett scolded when he reached her.
Mandy rushed into the limo rather than let a laugh burst from her lips when she realized an older couple and two men in their very early twenties, bystanders, all paused in their steps with his words and severe tone of voice. The older couple both looked ready to have a heart attack for different reasons and the two younger men looked envious.
"Oh my God, did you see their faces?" Melissa laughed, when Mandy shot inside the limo like a bullet to sit next to her and entwined their arms together. She watched Mandy nodded and struggled with keeping a straight face. Seconds later, when Jett sat down across from them with raised eyebrows, Mandy lost the battle. Melissa joined in and the two of them laughed like a couple of carefree school girls unable to control themselves.
When they appeared to get themselves under control Jett asked, "Everything okay now ladies?"
"The elderly couple––" Mandy gasped and was interrupted.
"The two guys––" Melissa managed to get out before both women succumbed to another bout of laughter.
Jett stared at them with a stoic face, his only tell to his current confusion, his raised eyebrows. He called on every ounce of patience he possessed to deal with the two women. He wondered if this arrangement between the two women was a good idea after all.
When the bout of laughter died back down again, Jett's look of confusion turned into one of exasperation and he aimed it at both women. His tone of voice was of severe disdain. "I swear if you two start laughing again, I will cane you both until you bleed. Pray tell, what in the hell is so funny and do make haste with the telling. My level of patience is entirely depleted." Jett growled like an angry lion. He hated being laughed at.
"We weren't laughing at you per say, but at the bystanders behind you. Their facial expressions when you said you'd punish me, were comical to say the least." Mandy explained, thoroughly chastised and having read in between the lines of what Jett said.
"Do go on."
"There was an elderly couple who looked like they were going to have a heart attack from the shock your words caused. She glared at you and her husband was rubbing his hands together and began to wheeze as he stared at Mandy with a devilish gleam in his eyes and an overexcited smile on his face as though he wanted to be the one to punish her. That is, until his wife noticed, slapped his face and pulled him along." Melissa explained as she chuckled.
"The boys looked to be in their early twenties and they stared at you with great envy while they practically drooled. They appeared to want to shove you aside and do the job themselves. It was a 'kind of had to be there' moment." Mandy finished the explanation with a very soft voice.
Jett chuckled. "I am sorry I missed all of that. It does sound rather comical." He sat back in his seat and allowed Mandy her moment of freedom and girly fun. He was going to enjoy punishing her later in the evening and at the salon. He looked up at Xavier who was in the driver's seat and quietly chuckling to himself.
"To the salon, Xavier." He said and turned his intense gaze back to Mandy. His eyes full of devilish mirth and in a seductive, gravelly voice that sounded like smooth whiskey said, "Perh
aps I'll let Xavier participate in your punishment tonight as well, tigress. That will teach you a lesson quite nicely, I think. Hm. Yes, I will give that some serious thought, as I do so love to watch as well as participate."
Mandy's face turned an immediate bright crimson color, her breath caught in her throat, her pulse began to race and her eyes became as wide as saucers. She glanced over her shoulder to where Xavier was sitting in the driver's seat only to see his eyes light up with delight in the rearview mirror and she gulped. The scene at the jewelry store came back to mind. She was already sore from last night and from earlier. She knew she couldn't handle Xavier's XXL sized manhood yet again! She turned pleading eyes on Jett who winked back at her, but otherwise remained stoic and silent for the rest of the ride. That in itself told Mandy the topic was closed.
The high-end salon to which they were headed was one where Jett has been a VIP client for a few years. They never ask him questions and never interfere with his subs. In return, their business and their workers receive very handsome tips for their time and continued silence. It is a perfect working relationship. The workers on duty have already been informed that two new girls of his are coming and the workers are to say nothing to them concerning their chosen lifestyle.
At the salon, Mandy was impressed at the lush decor and the professionalism of the workers. Xavier was ordered to escort Melissa to a chair to have her hair fixed, nails and toes down.
Jett watched with a smirk as Mandy turned to follow them. He caught her hand and growled in her ear, "No. I have other delicious plans for you, tigress."
"What––what are they?" Mandy's voice trembled in fear and excitement.
"A massage, a Brazilian wax, then a pedicure, manicure and hair care," was all Jett would say before he continued with, "is this acceptable or would you prefer to negotiate with me, hmm?"
Instead of taking the bait Jett clearly tried to hook her with, she asked, "Will you stay with me for all of these things, please?"
"Yes. I planned to."
"Okay. Then I have no objections as long as you are with me."
"Very good, tigress. You are learning fast. I'm very proud of you. Shall we proceed then?"
"What about Melissa?"
"Xavier has his orders and will see them fulfilled." Jett said with growing impatience and put his hand at the small of her back to convince her subtlety to move along before he lost his last ounce of patience.
Mandy and Jett entered the massage room and he sat down a short distance from the table, completely relaxed. The masseuse was a very beautiful woman but much to Mandy's shock, she was as naked as the day she was born into this world. Mandy felt her face flushing with embarrassment and heat. She turned to glare at Jett. "You brought me to a prostitute's den!" She hissed, ready to leave and say to hell with it all!
"No. This place is clearly not a brothel. This is not even normal, Mandy. They have allowed me this service as the top VIP member and at a great cost. Now, get your beautiful ass into the dressing room and strip naked because I'm just itching to tear your clothes off and then you'll have to walk out of here and on the streets buck naked."
"No sex with her?" Mandy asked, suspicious.
"Not if you don't want to." He gently reassured her. A fantasy of his Mandy and the beautiful masseuse put him in a semi-hard state. He chuckled as Mandy stomped off in a huff to the dressing room and yet had a twinkle in her eyes. He knew she how much she enjoyed the banter between them. It was her way of letting him know he'd never be given full control of her, not until he'd earned her trust and earn it he damn well would––in time.
Moments later, Mandy walked out naked with a towel wrapped around her body. She was unsure about receiving a sensual massage, but was willing to drop her pre-conceived stereotypes and boundaries to give it a go. She wanted to expand her own horizons and at the same time, please Jett too. She planned to show him she was doing this more for herself than for him, knowing it would cause him mild annoyance. It served him right too for using that arrogant tone with her! And so she stood right in front of him, defiance blazing out of her eyes and dropped the towel to the floor. She gave him a few seconds to burn her skin from head to toe with his inferno like gaze sweeping her from head to toe, abruptly turned and walked away with a swagger and without saying a word to the massage table while the soft laughter of the masseuse sounded in the background.
At the massage table, Mandy gave the beautiful lady a wink and asked how she wanted her, fully knowing she left the question wide open to interpretation. The masseuse laughed softly and told her to lay on her stomach with her legs spread apart on the specifically designed table.
Mandy did as she was told but kept her face turned toward Jett. "Let me guess, you own an interest in this place as well?" She smirked when she saw him adjust himself.
"Yes, tigress. As a matter of fact, I do."
Mandy could do no more as she felt as cold gel land on the crack of her bum, a squeal bursting out of her mouth and she jumped a bit off the table.
Jett laughed outright. "Did I forget to mention the gel would be cold and warms up with her hands rubbing it all over your delectable body?"
"Fuck ass!" Mandy grumbled under her breath and briefly closed her eyes and tried to relax again.
"Only with me a day and already building up quite a punishment that I am going to have to stretch out over several nights. You really know how to turn me on, tigress." Jett purred playfully.
Mandy could not hold back her laugh of delight. It warmed her insides and took her breath away when she saw Jett's genuine smile growing upon his face. Her traitorous body heated up again and her pulse thrummed in her neck. She watched as that genuine smile turned into a smirk when he realized the impact it had on her and her body.
Her mind soon became distracted by the pure sensation of soft hands caressing her bum and legs. It became almost impossible to keep her mind on Jett. She felt her eyelids growing heavy with the delightful and relaxing sensations running all through her body. Her mind took off on a tangent of its own, fantasizing about her beautiful masseuse when the woman's nipples brushed lightly across the skin of her bum, exciting her and confusing her at the same time. She should not be having fantasies and thoughts about a woman, but her mind refused to listen or obey. She was unaware that her relaxed smile had turned into a severe frown of self-hatred in that moment. The dark road her mind insisted upon continuing down was interrupted by Jett.
"Don't frown so much tigress. There is no one here except for the three of us and what happens in this room, stays in this room. You look exquisite and so damn beautiful when you're turned on and excited. I give you permission, tigress, to shut off your conscience and feel exactly what you feel. I want you to enjoy the experience and to hell with what anyone else might say."
"This is all about you and all for you. Enjoy the pampering Miss Angelina is giving you. Feel the rush as her beautiful body touches and rubs against yours from time to time. Feel her fingers and hands kneading your muscles into relaxation even as they excite your body. Trust your body baby, it knows what it wants. There are no societal rules here. Everything goes, everything is sacred. Just relax and allow yourself to be part of it, to flow with the experience." Jett's voice seductively called to her softly in the distance as her eyelids fell closed again and she let out a sigh of contentment.
Jett readjusted his body again into a more comfortable position in his plush chair while he watched the amazing beauty of Mandy letting go of her inhibitions, deciding to enjoy the experience Angelina was bringing to her body, bringing it to life as only a woman can do for another. He continued to watch as Mandy stared at him through now hooded eyes full of desire and as if he was the only person in the room. Angelina's hands, for his Mandy he knew, had become merely extensions of his will. He was also well aware that the experience would be quite different when she was lying on her back, which would be shortly, judging by how his tigress's breathing was catching and speeding up along with Angelina's, both thriv
ing off the other's excitement.
"Turn over Ma' Cherie." Angelina whispered in Mandy's ear in a smoky, sexy voice.
Mandy does as she is asked but keeps her eyes completely on Jett. Excited, his face is flushed with the heat of arousal, his slacks are straining to confine him while he denies himself any physical pleasure.
Instead, he shares in the sexual energy the two women are filling the room with. So much so that it is becoming a living, breathing entity. An amazing and highly erotic one.
For Mandy, on her back with her legs spread eagled, the sensations began anew. She does not feel pressured in any way, only cherished and pampered. She is deeply appreciative to Angelina while unsure if she wants to experience an orgasm caused by a woman, she knows she wants to bring Angelina to one. She forces her eyes open with all the willpower she can currently manage and gestures to Jett with her eyes what her intentions are. She watches as he nods his permission.
Mandy begins by lightly brushing her fingertips of one hand against Angelina's hip and when she smiles, nods and moves closer, Mandy begins to play while Angelina massages her breasts. She admires how Angelina doesn't miss a beat, even when she's getting close to orgasm. Mandy loses her rhythm and experiences a moment of brief surprise when Angelina leans over and kisses her with lips and tongue. But it doesn't feel dirty or gross. No, the kissing feels beautiful, right and natural and she opens her mouth to duel tongues with the beautiful woman. Mandy surrenders herself to Angelina just as she was doing with her. Mandy brings her free hand up to caress Angelina's face and then her breast, tweaking the nipple and swallows Angelina's screams of ecstasy. Mandy she pulls Angelina down on top of her own body, going with what feels right and natural to her. She holds the other woman as she rubs her body against Mandy's and then caresses her back as the aftershocks travel through her body while they continue to kiss each other passionately.
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