(This is a re-publish of a story I wrote for my friend yourcumkitten a number of years ago. She would tell me what she wanted to happen with her character, and I'd weave it into a story. Hopefully it is as well received now as when I first posted it here. And, yourcumkitten, if you're still around, enjoy!)
Steam curled from my coffee as I turned the pages. I'd been surprised when I needed to turn on a light to read this morning - time had passed so quickly, and summer was almost over! The days were getting shorter. I hadn't heard a word from Him since that last eventful night, over a month ago. I didn't expect to.
I keep the diary locked in my nightstand, kept safe from my husband's eyes. My god, the diary! A catalogue of all my delicious sins, the leverage He used to make me do as He said! He gave it back to me that last night, as agreed upon in the contract. I keep it locked away, of course, except at times like these, when I find myself alone and needing to remind myself that it was all real. Although the handwriting is mine, and I lived the story, my heart pounds, and I find myself getting wet.
I nearly jumped out of my chair when my phone rang, dancing across the tabletop as it vibrated. It's amazing how I still have such intense guilt mixed with the pleasure as I read the diary, and the ringing phone made me feel like I'd been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Or down my panties.
It was suzanne, my beautiful friend and neighbor! She had shared that last day with me, and it had been as intense an experience for her as it had been for me. Today is a "ladies' day," as we like to call them - one of those too-rare days we are both free to hang out and do whatever we want, all day. I always love these days, and today feels extra special. You see, suzanne has been talking about how she longs to be in the position I found myself in, subject to His wishes and commands. She tried calling him, but the number had been disconnected. She placed a couple of ads, but they only attracted freaks and scammers. So, we came up with an idea.
She's going to submit to me.
I'm terribly excited at the idea, but I also don't know what I'm doing, really! As I've tried to think of how to proceed, I realize it's a lot of pressure and responsibility! A couple months ago, I was a bored housewife and mom who never really thought of these things. Then, through what I thought was just a silly roleplay game, I got stretched to my limits! I never would have done the things I did unless I was coerced. That was my motivation. suzanne's motivation is a little different - she knows what she's getting into, and is going there willingly.
Still, I have to figure out how to do for suzanne what He did for me. I need to expand her horizons and force her to do things she wouldn't normally do. She's already done that once for me, to save my ass! Now I have to guide her, and I feel unprepared.
Unprepared, but excited! God yes!
While I don't have a big plan figured out, I do know a few things I want to do with her, and I know how I want to get started. We've already decided to structure it a bit like my own contract - we will do this for a month, and whenever we are having a session, suzanne will do whatever I say. And we've also agreed that she will write in a diary after each lesson, and I'll keep it until the end. After the end of the month, we'll decide what to do next.
"Hi suzanne!" I answered, silencing the phone's intrusive buzzing. "Are you ready?"
I picked her up and drove us to breakfast. I hadn't gotten her anything special to wear yet, so I was pleased and a little surprised to see that she had worn the scoop-necked dress He gave her at my last lesson. It's only a little see-through, and then just when the light is right, but it is awfully short for the cooling weather and a little edgy for our podunk little town. The cowled neck dives all the way down to her navel, so even though it covers everything when she is standing normally, there was always the possibility of exposing one of suzanne's pert breasts. The fact that she chose to wear it was super exciting, and an air of anticipation enveloped us. There was even a little tension between us, but not a negative kind. It was just hard to know what to say in our new roles, so we weren't our usual chatty selves.
I took us to a local eatery that is popular and always busy this time of morning. As we walked in, the morning sunlight shone through suzanne's dress and I saw she was wearing a pretty thong. It looked like it may be the same sapphire hue as the dress. I smiled to myself, an idea forming. We ended up waiting in the small foyer for a table, and I enjoyed the looks suzanne got from the other patrons. I remembered those looks well - I had seen all of the same types of looks when He displayed me in different locations. There was the dad trying to look without getting caught, the open stares and smiles of the three college-age guys, the appreciative glance of an older woman who probably could have pulled off the same dress twenty years ago, and the hostile stare of the soccer mom worried about competition. I was entertained by each and every one, and smiled at them all.
Soon, a vaguely familiar girl seated us at a table for two. Sometimes it seems everyone in this town looks vaguely familiar, and that added a bit of excitement and concern. I decided to plunge ahead with my idea.
After we ordered, I asked suzanne, "Are you wearing panties this morning?" I knew the answer, of course.
"Yes, Mistress!" she answered, her eyes growing wide.
I felt a quick thrill at her use of the word "Mistress!" We hadn't really discussed how she should address me, so I was a little surprised. Very pleased though.
"Take them off for me please, and lay them on the table."
suzanne started to get up to go to the restroom, and I arrested her with a hand on top of hers. "No. Here, please."
Unconsciously, I had fallen into the pedantic, slightly formal cadence that He used.
Her pretty mouth opened, but she didn't say a word. She glanced around, and we were literally surrounded by other diners. The place was packed. The only saving grace was that most people were so busy talking with one another that they probably weren't paying attention. Gingerly, she lifted her bottom and slipped the thong down. I admired the deft way she stepped out of the tiny panties and quickly bent to retrieve them. As I had asked, she put the thong on the table next to her coffee cup.
"Good girl," I purred. Making a quick glance around, I reached across the table and spread the neckline of her dress so that the fabric barely covered her nipples. I ran one fingertip lightly from the hollow of her throat down between her breasts as far as the table would allow. I saw gooseflesh ripple across her creamy skin, and I knew her nipples had just gotten hard as pebbles.
Just then, the waitress returned with our food and set the plates down. She asked if everything looked alright. We nodded yes, and she started to say we should let her know if we needed anything. She stopped in mid-sentence, her eyes riveted to the skimpy swath of blue material on the table. She stammered, and her mouth formed a pretty "O" as she searched for words, and then she mumbled an apology and began to walk away. I called her back, pointed at the panties, which conveniently lay right next to the half-full coffee mug, and suggested that suzanne may need her coffee warmed. The flustered girl nodded and scurried off to get the carafe.
"That was mean!" suzanne scolded, laughing. I grinned back.
This was going to be difficult, in a way. It was so easy to fall back into our old friendship and forget I was supposed to be the Mistress. It may take some work to strike a balance in our new relationship. To reassert my leadership, I told her, "That wasn't mean at all. When she comes back, you are going to hand them to her and tell her they're barely worn, and you think they'd look great on her!"
"But that's one of my favorite pairs!" suzanne complained. "I don't want to give them away!"
"I didn't ask if you wanted to. And now, for talking back, you need to tell her you think she has a beautiful ass, as well!" The girl wasn't really that good-looking, but I thought it would be fun to see her reaction, anyway.
suzanne leaned toward me, and in a conspiratorial whisper hissed, "I can't! That girl used to babysit my kids when she was 14 years old! I already feel ridiculous!"
Ah! That's why she looked vaguely familiar.
I thought about just how harsh I wanted to be. It seemed a good time to assert my dominance, so I said, "In that case, you can also tell her you now know why your husband always wanted to fuck her." suzanne looked like she might get up and leave, but then thought better of it. I acquiesced just a little when I added, "You can wait 'til we are leaving, though. I don't want to get us thrown out."
suzanne sat back again, and I couldn't help noticing that her breath was heaving, and when she had leaned forward the neckline of her dress had gapped open. I didn't mention it, though, and I was sure the waitress wouldn't either.
The breakfast was delicious. There's a reason the place is so popular. We finished without further mischief, and as we waited for the waitress to bring back my credit card I nodded to the panties and reminded suzanne to give them to her before we left.
She gave me a "please don't make me!" look, but did what I asked. There was a priceless moment after suzanne told the poor girl her husband always wanted to fuck her. She flushed beet red and blurted, "Why, what did he tell you??" and rushed off.
suzanne and I just looked at one another. Wow!! That struck a nerve!
After our little breakfast adventure, I decided it was best if we got out of town. Breakfast was fun, but the potential for real trouble was too high in our little burg.
When we got back to the car, I noticed suzanne looked downcast and distressed. I gave her a hug before we got in, and she looked at me, saying, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea, Michelle."
My heart ached at the pleading tone of her voice. I knew she was worried about what the waitress had said, but I was sure there was nothing to it. I took her face in my hands gently, and said, "It'll be OK. She probably just had a big schoolgirl crush on him. You know he didn't do anything with a homely 14 year old, right? Think about it, suzanne. He probably realized she had a crush and said something to her, or maybe she said something to him, and now she's worried he told you about it. Right?""
She nodded, but still looked upset.
"Listen, I'm sorry I pushed that far. I'm new at this, and I didn't think about her reacting that way. It'll be easier when we're out of town and don't know people." I added, " People like silly babysitters."
I hugged her tight again. "Besides, as fucking sexy as you are, he wouldn't even look twice at another girl."
And it was true. Her husband adores her and is a good guy. Plus, she did look fucking sexy. I took her chin in my hand and kissed her. Not a little peck, but a deep, hungry, tongue-probing kiss that lingered, and made my pussy tingle with excitement. When I broke the kiss and stepped back, she gave a tiny whimpering sigh that drove me crazy.
"Come on, let's go have some fun," I told her, as I opened the car door for her. Walking around to the driver's side, I noticed our little kiss had drawn some attention, but thankfully I saw no faces I recognized.
I headed toward the freeway. The city was only a half hour away, but was another world compared with our hometown. As I drove, I reflected on how attracted I was feeling to suzanne. I've never considered myself bisexual, and prior to my sessions with Him had never been with a woman at all. And here I was, openly lusting for my best friend! It was kind of confusing, but I decided it was probably part of the evolution of my own sexuality, an evolution that began with my Contract with Him.
I glanced over and suzanne was looking out the window, daydreaming. I wanted her back, and I wanted her to forget about the girl at breakfast.
"Take off your dress for me," I said to her. "I want to see your body."
"But, the other drivers..." She looked around at the traffic.
"I don't think they'll mind." I grinned at her. The truth was, I didn't think they'd really be able to see much anyway, but I liked the idea that she might feel vulnerable. I wanted her to face that. I liked that she was where I had been a couple of months ago, needing that nudge to help her along.
She struggled with the seatbelt, and I told her I would drive carefully if she needed to take it off. It was a tight space, but she unfastened the seatbelt and was finally able to wriggle the dress off over her head.
"Play with yourself for me."
"Michelle, I..."
"Call me Mistress!" I interrupted.
She looked like a scolded child, but pouted "Yes, Mistress."
"Now get yourself juicy and wet for me. I want a taste!"
She started slowly, timidly, just barely fingering her clit. I had to be careful driving, because my eyes were constantly drawn to her. I coaxed her along, urging her to orgasm for me. Before too long, she had her legs spread and was plunging her fingers inside. She was moaning and whimpering and plucking at her nipples with the other hand. Each time it seemed she was getting close, though, I had her stop and slip her glistening fingers into my mouth. I noticed that DID attract the attention of some other commuters, and we got some interesting looks. That kept us both busy and on edge during the ride, and by the time we approached the city she had forgotten all about the little waitress and was begging me to let her cum. I promised that I would let her, but I wasn't ready to just yet.
I found I was enjoying the sense of power and control I was feeling, and I enjoyed suzanne's response, too. After the experience with the waitress at breakfast, she had been ready to quit and go home, but now she was excited and focused. And horny! She was making me horny, too. The taste of her pussy in my mouth and the lovely sight of her writhing in the car seat as she pleasured herself was driving me to the edge. I was seeing my best friend in a whole new light. She wasn't the only one who wanted an orgasm! Mine would have to wait, too, however. I saw the exit I wanted coming up. The big billboard for the adult shop marked the way.
I exited and drove the few blocks to the shop I wanted to visit. Another little place caught my eye, though, and I pulled into a small side street and parked curbside. There were no pedestrians in the block we were on, and the buildings looked quiet, so I told suzanne to get out of the car. She asked, "Naked?" in a small voice, and I nodded yes. She moved reluctantly, but her willingness to obey and trust me sent a thrill through my body. I got out, locked the car, and walked around to hand her the dress. Once she slipped it on, we walked back to the main street and found the little establishment that had grabbed my attention. Painted on the glass storefront was a cartoonishly buxom woman in BDSM leathers, sporting a whip. It wasn't X-rated because this was a public street, but it was certainly edgy. This really wasn't a bad part of town, and the suburban housewife part of me briefly wondered how they got this place past the zoning commission.
The sign said, TATTOOS, PIERCINGS, FETISH JEWELRY.
We went in and the girl at the counter looked up. Her eyes barely hid her amusement at seeing two thirty-something housewives come in. I mean, suzanne did have on her sexy club dress, but other than earrings, we were totally untattooed, unpierced, and ordinary looking.
"Can I help you?" she asked cheerfully, if a little sarcastically, and so I told her what I had in mind.
When we left, I held a chromed chain leash in my hand, the other end attached to the new collar encircling suzanne's neck. It was a simple steel ring, just over a quarter inch thick, with a hinge and a clasp that were hidden when it was closed. When the leash wasn't attached it looked like an unbroken circle of steel, and I chose it because it could pass for a forward-fashion necklace. You see, I wanted her to wear it all the time to show she was mine now, but I didn't want her to have to explain to her husband and kids why she was wearing a collar.
Oh yes. Tucked into my purse was a pair of nipple clamps with a jeweled chain.
I had expected suzanne to resist, but she didn't say a word in protest. And even more exciting to me was the fact that, as she walked beside me, she didn't seem to be ashamed to wear the collar. She almost seemed to walk more confidently, with her head held high, as if she were proud to be chosen by me. All of this was new to me, and I felt an overwhelming rush. Rather than getting back in the car and driving the remaining block to the adult store, I decided we would walk.
We garnered as much attention as you might imagine, strolling down the sidewalk. I love it when people see something unexpected, something they're not sure they're comfortable with. The reactions were priceless. As we walked, I told suzanne what I wanted her to do when we got into the store, and she said she understood.
When we went in, we walked right up to the counter. As I had instructed, suzanne asked the young woman working there, "Can you please show us some dildos? Mistress wants to fuck me, and she needs to decide which is best."
The young woman working the counter - evidently her name was Kim, and she was the manager, according to her nametag - took it all in stride. I loved her response. She looked at us both and said, "Well, aren't you BOTH lucky!" Then she went and gathered up a few products and returned, laying them out on the counter, roughly smallest to largest. Some were just different shapes or designs. She told us about some of the materials and features of each one, too. I liked that all the ones she had brought could be used in a strap-on harness, too. I hadn't really thought of that! I was picturing holding the dildos in my hand.
I held up the smallest one and asked, "Too small?"
suzanne nodded.
"How about this one? Is that about right?" I held up a lifelike phallus, about 6 inches long.
suzanne nodded again, and said softly, "Yes, Mistress."
By this time, the salesgirl was openly amused and seemed to be enjoying herself, and there were other customers watching, too. Some looked uncomfortable, while others were unabashedly gawking. A few of the onlookers were couples, and I always found it fascinating to watch the dynamic between them. You could definitely tell which women were insecure about their guys watching the show!
While I kind of enjoyed seeing the other peoples' reactions, I realized I was starting to feel self-conscious, too. It was kind of embarrassing, asking suzanne about the dildos. I felt my face flushing red, and I was embarrassed that I felt embarrassed! Still, I plunged ahead. I remembered that I was the one in control of the situation, so I had to swallow my fear.
I picked up the next toy, which was another lifelike dong, but this one was at least nine inches long, slender and heavily veined.
"I like this one!" I said, and maybe I spoke a little loudly to compensate for my discomfort. "Do you think you can deepthroat this one? Can you take it up your ass, suzanne?"
She looked around at the faces, then looked back at me, and answered quietly, "Yeah, I think so. Maybe, if you go slow." I loved the pink flush of her creamy skin. It looked so beautiful with her deep auburn hair.
Her eyes found the floor and she didn't look up again until I held up the last dildo on the counter. It was ridiculously large. It must have been at least ten inches long, and bigger around than my wrist.
"I want to fuck your ass with this one!" I goaded her. "Would you like that, my little slut?" I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth! I couldn't imagine that thing inside of me, and I was just saying it for effect.r"