Herringbones
(Continued from chapter one)
I got myself a shot and headed towards the beautiful, bald, black woman. I could tell she was smiling through her dark eyes. I had chosen her, but she thought she had chosen me.
My Miss wanted me to seduce somebody and eat their pussy in the bathroom, and I was ready to do it. I wanted to — I needed to do it.
I tossed my shot back and stepped up to her.
I had to be louder than I wanted, as the music was pumping from only a few yards away. “My mistress sent me here to perform a task. And I want to perform it on you. No names; just let me take you into the bathroom, make you cum, take a picture, and I’ll be gone.”
She laughed big and made a quizzical face, scanning the crowded club to see if someone was recording. She took off her glasses and her wise eyes gave me a once-over.
“You for real?”
All I did was nod.
“How often do you do this, slutty girl?”
I hung my head for a moment. “Every other Friday.”
My breasts were heaving in my shirt, my nipples were aching and poking through. If she could see it, she would know that my pussy was dripping. I needed to do this for her, for me, for Miss.
“I’m here with someone.” Wasn’t a “no”.
I turned to find another target. She grabbed my hand. “Let’s do it.” She stood and headed towards the bathroom, her incredible ass looking amazing in a pair of tight jeans. She wore a leather jacket and a lacy red bra underneath. She had classic big tits, big ass, sexy frame.
She reminded me of Loni, my nurse.
Like everyone else, we ignored the sign saying “no hookups” and went to the biggest stall and locked it. She paused.
“I’m Krys-.”
I shot up my hand to stop her. “No names, just cum.” Before she could respond, I dropped to my knees to pull down her unzipped jeans. The thong made my mouth drool. She put her hands flat against the wall of the stall and laughed. “Eager little slut.” Her thong was at her knees. “Your mistress will be proud. Gimme your phone.” Her slightly hairy mound smelled amazing.
I was used to following orders; I didn’t hesitate. It was open to video. She got me in frame and said, “Showtime, lil’ bitch,” and tapped the circle.
She lifted her leg slightly and slammed my face into her pussy. That muffled the scream I emitted as I began to work my slutty slave mouth.
Back to seven months ago…
Parking Lot Pet
I arrived at Herringbone’s, a known lesbian bar/club in a suburb far enough away from home to feel safe and close enough to feel dangerous.
This was actually a week later than instructed. Kayla had a sudden personal emergency last Friday. Apparently, her mother had paid a surprise visit.
The week had been exasperating as I had not seen her, yet she left me wonderful little tasks. My favorite was pushing my breasts against the back of someone in the elevator at the hospital. I had chosen a very attractive nurse I knew. Her body tensed a bit, but she never turned around. She would’ve felt my nipples for sure.
Since my first trip to a lesbian club had been delayed, I was beyond excited. And Wesley would not have liked me going out two nights in a row. Not that I gave a fuck anymore.
Things between us were growing chilly. We had terrible, perfunctory sex Wednesday night, which I regretted immediately.
I actually sent a text to Miss apologizing. I felt like I had cheated on her… a twisted thought process that made sense as I typed. She responded:
Ur marriage up to U. I do not wish for it 2 end & don’t wish U 2 B stuck.
I took a deep breath. I sent her back a heart loaded with confusion.
That day, between patients, I finally did read some things online. Enough to know that attachment was “not always” a good thing at this early stage of a submissive journey. Thank you, vague web article.
Now, a week later, Friday night, I was where I wanted to be physically and sexually. Waiting for Miss.
Wesley was staying in as our beagle, Sparks, wasn’t feeling well. I’m almost sure that his side fuck would be there to help with the dog sitting, as I had offered to cancel my plans and he had overly encouraged me to go.
At a 7-11 bathroom, I changed to tall black heels, bare legs, and a new-today, barely-there, black skirt that would show everything if I was seated. On top, I had a spaghetti strap tight tank in hot pink. My braless breasts pushed against the fabric, my nipples aroused and greeting anyone who bothered to say hello. My dirty-blonde hair was up in a messy do, and I had on an old pair of hoop earrings I haven’t worn in a while. I looked like I was ready to give a tough bitch in leather a good time.
Red lips and too much mascara completed the trashy look she wanted.
I drove too fast and was early. I might have bragged a little in a text.
Early and trashy
No response… shit…
I was far enough away from the entrance to not be noticed, was able to observe several women heading in. Everyone looked like you might expect, ready to party, not caring about consequences.
My pussy was on fire! I had cum on my lunch break. It hadn’t satisfied.
I was startled by a dyed blonde walking past the front of my car. She stopped and made blazing eye contact. She was sexy in a rough sort of way that took my breath for a moment. A small smirk played across her face. She made a gesture with her head towards the doorway, and I simply held up a hand and pointed at my phone. She got the idea that I was waiting for a date. She shrugged and headed in. I was really starting to enjoy other women and their attraction towards me.
At 8:59, my palms sweaty, the phone in my hand buzzed. Miss was calling me. I popped in my earbud with the mic.
“Hi! Are you-?”
“Get out of the car and stand near the hood. I want to see you.”
“Do you want me to me—?”
“I think I was very clear with my orders. Remember what happens when I have to repeat?”
I did not, but I had an idea. I grabbed my phone, my fob and my short black jacket. I got out and walked to the front of the car. I was starting to put on the jacket when she spoke again.
“No, no jacket. Put your stuff in there, but just lay it on the hood for now.”
I did; then scanned the lot.
“Well, Pet. Once again, you do not disappoint. I’d pay to fuck you.”
I knew how she felt about compliments, so I immediately responded, “Thank you, Miss.”
“Did you like that tough-looking blonde giving it a go?”
Honesty served us both very well. “Yes, I did… it made my pussy flutter.”
“That means you’re ready for the next stage. Head inside, make sure to shake your fine assets. I want everybody noticing my pet. Go order a drink, but don’t speak to anyone, even if they start to flirt.”
I was about to ask the question she answered.
“I will be watching you the whole time. Keep the phone on and your earbud in. Go!”
Jacket now on, her puppet headed towards the door, stomach doing flips.
I followed her instructions and strutted a bit. I was loving how sexy I felt. Wesley never made me feel this way. Fuck, no lover ever made me feel this way. I stepped right up to the bar, noticing several sets of eyes were on me. I draped my jacket over the stool before I sat.
The blonde from the car was only a few stools away. I caught her smiling, raising her glass. I politely smiled, but did not engage her. I ordered a glass of red wine, the sexy Asian bartender chuffing.
“Looks like we have a princess here tonight. Coming right up, sweetheart.”
I blushed a bit and waited for the voice in my ear.
“Princess. Maybe that will be your public name. I see the blonde is nearby. Do you want to talk to her? Do you want her to kiss you, to touch you? Answer honestly.”
I turned and looked directly at the woman. She was probably 40, the sides of her head were shaved, but long blonde hair cascaded down her back. There were tattoos leaking out her simple white men’s tank top. A small set of breasts pushed into a bra that was too tight.
“Yes…”
“Smile and look away. I give it less than 30 seconds before she’s standing right behind you.”
I did, and it was fifteen.
“I heard Shay call you ‘princess’. But that’s not your name. Is it gorgeous?”
I offered my hand. She chuckled and took it. “Tiffany.”
“Tell her you just wanna be ‘princess’ for tonight.”
“Princess. At least for now.”
She laughed and squeezed my hand, her fingers a bit rough. I liked it. She gave me a brazen once over, and I realized my legs were open. No question she could see my pink thong. I crossed my legs in slight embarrassment, but also to titillate with my thigh.
“You must be new. I would’ve remembered someone as sexy as you are. Do you like to dance, Princess?
“Say you love to dance.”
“I love it.” I did; usually don’t… because I’m kind of dorky.
Tiffany took my waist and we stepped to the other side of the bar, where a decent-sized dance floor was occupied by women of all ages. Singles, couples and small groups were dancing with more freedom than I’ve ever seen. The sexuality rose and swirled around with the artificial haze.
I had no idea what the song was; I don’t keep up with dance music. But it was hot and fast and loud.
I started a bit awkwardly, but soon got into it. I was putting on a show. Not for me, not even for Tiffany, but for my miss. I had no idea exactly where she was, but I felt her eyes on me. Owning me. Wanting me. Protecting me.
“So, how do I look?” I asked her, not thinking that Tiffany would think I was addressing her!
“You look fucking hot.”
“She’s right. Everyone’s watching.”
Then, only the second woman I have ever had sexual contact with grabbed my waist from behind and ground her pelvis into my ass. I should’ve been shocked. But I was beside myself, horny. We moved quickly and sensually, her left hand moving up underneath my tits, her thumb brazen.
“Excellent job, Pet. Enjoy. I’ll let you know when the next task arrives.”
***
An hour and a near-finger-fuck from Tiffany later (I was allowed to let her rub me on the outside of my thong only), I was told to inform her and her two handsy friends that I needed to go. I bluntly told them that my mistress was waiting in the car outside. They had a moment of shock, but then raised their glasses, saying they hoped that I would come back.
Without being instructed, I grabbed Tiffany by the neck and kissed her deeply, my tongue dancing across the stud in hers.
“Fuuu…” she breathed as I released.
Princess strutted out the way Carrie came in: feeling sexy, dirty… trashy. Princess was in desperate need of orgasmic release.
Miss was at my car, looking fabulous in black pleather pants and a skintight braless green tee. Her hair was teased like a biker chick.
I almost ran to her, and we kissed with insane passion. She scooted up onto the hood and opened her legs. I easily slipped between, our hips grinding against each other, my tiny skirt riding up.
“Oh fuck, Kayla! I need to cum so badly!”
The hot mood was broken by an incredibly hard slap against my right ass cheek.
“Are you forgetting yourself?”
My eyes went wide with instant recognition. The stinging of my ass reminds me of the rules.
I instinctively dropped to my knees right there in the parking lot. Submissive position with my hands flat on my thighs.
“I am sorry, Miss. I did forget.”
Her hand was on my chin, tilting it upwards. She shocked me completely by slapping my face. I gasped and was about to yell out when she squeezed my mouth shut with an incredibly tight grip.
“You will feel that for the rest of the night. Because it feels disrespectful.” She was inches away from my face. “I just gave you the best night and you kissed someone else without permission! Which is also disrespectful. You understand?”
I literally had to take a few seconds to collect myself. My brain was reeling. Was this what I wanted to be?
Dr. Carrie Drexel, respected gynecologist, was nowhere in sight.
There was only Princess, the pet.
“…it was… I am sorry, Miss.”
She let go of my chin which ached a bit. Both from the intense kissing and the squeezing. I looked down, breathing heavily, still not sure about what was happening. A tiny tear dripped down my nose, and I did nothing to wipe it off.
We got in my car and I looked at her with confused eyes. She sighed as she buckled in.
“I should’ve warned you that that was a possibility. Is it too much for you?”
It was a direct question from Kayla to Carrie.
“Don’t think so… It just surprised me, Miss,” I murmured as I pulled a tissue from my console. I was humiliated. I was shaking.
I was more turned on. Did I like pain?
“It hurt, of course. And I understand why you did it. I guess I will have to think about it… If that’s OK?”
“It is. We will talk about pain limits later. For now, take this.”
I looked over and her outstretched palm held a purple, pill-shaped device with a tail. It looked like a sperm cell in the amber of the parking lot lights.
“What is it?” I said as I picked it up. “Oh!” I felt foolish for not recognizing it. It was an insertable Kegel stimulator. A sex toy meant to sit inside right below the G spot. “Do you want me to… put it inside?”
“Obviously.” Miss was back.
I blushed. Duh.
I opened my legs and moved my very wet thong over to the side. I placed the object in my mouth first.
“The fuck? As one of the smartest women I’ve ever known, sometimes — !”
I withdrew it with a suck and spat into a tissue. “Saliva is a natural, organic cleaning agent.”
She gulped. “I take it back. That was sexy as fuck!”
It slid in my vagina as easily as a tampon, just larger, and made of silicone. The pill felt right lying where it was. I squeezed and it was sweetly filling.
I closed my legs, looking straightforward and waited. And waited… “Am I suppo—OHH!”
It erupted in a pulsing vibration. I yelped and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
She growled, “Exactly…”
I had been aroused for so long that I was instantaneously on the verge.
“M-m-may I cummm, Misss?”
She laughed out “yes,” almost squealing in delight.
The orgasm was intense, almost an implosion. I’ve had climaxes from toys, obviously, but this was like sexual C4. Such a small amount doing so much.
“That is beautiful, Pet. So slutty. So needy.” She tapped something on her phone, and the vibration stopped. Bluetooth arousal. The wonders of technology.
My thighs and car seat were wet and fragrant.
I saw she had her finger poised, ready to do it again.
“I… I… need a second…”
“Nope. Drive.”
I barely spoke the whole way, ready at any moment for another blast.
I was instructed to leave it in for the next 48 hours. The battery would last long enough for her to abuse and torment from the comfort of her smartphone.
I almost couldn’t wait to see what she would do.
I pulled up to her place and went to shut off the car but she stopped me. “We are done for the evening. You performed very well. Keep up this level and you will be the best pet I have ever had.”
“I thought I already was?”
I feared she may rebuke me, but her hand came up and gently caressed my red cheek. It was strangely comforting.
“Maybe…”
…a soft, too-short kiss.
The closing of the door let me breathe again
On the way home, I thought about the first time I was in her apartment—how abruptly she had ended things. I was not sure how to bring it up; there’s something melancholy under her surface.
***
I arrived home about 11:30, not surprised at all to see the house quiet.
Sparks was quietly curled up in his bed in the kitchen, and I gently patted his head. He was feeling better.
Stepping into the downstairs bathroom, I quickly stripped off my slut outfit. I tucked it into the bag I had with me and pulled out my Sleep shirt. I had planned on wearing it at Kayla’s but ‘sigh’. I peed and washed my make-up away. Bye, Princess.
I started tiptoeing up the stairs when the vag-buzzing returned. I gripped the railing and had to breathe through it. Just as it stopped, my phone buzzed.
Lazzt one! I won’t wake you. W won’t know a thing. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is mine
I sent back a kiss.
I quietly lifted some clothes out of the bedroom hamper, intending to hide my slut outfit, only to find a pair of his boxers. Apparently, he had the same idea, as there was most definitely a fresh cum stain near the flap.
Wow.
He really did have her over for a fuck. I wondered if I should confront him or just leave things unanswered. Fate stepped in.
“You smell like sex.”
My quick turn towards him was more out of surprise than guilt. I’m sure I did.
Rather than deny it, I lifted his underwear. “So do you.”
For being so freaking intelligent, he could be really stupid sometimes. He mumbled something about jerking off, and I just laughed.
“I’ve known about her for over a month. I’m sure she came over to help you ‘take care of the dog.’ Don’t waste any energy denying it because…” I hesitated.
“Ur marriage up to U.”
“I was with someone tonight as well. Seems we both found sexual satisfaction somewhere else.”
“Shit…” He actually looked surprised.
My heart was not racing… huh.
“We’ve been dying for a while, Wes.”
I was shocked by how calm I was. But then again, I’ve been thinking about this moment since I met Miss Kayla. I don’t believe I was a full lesbian, but I certainly didn’t need this man’s penis to satisfy me anymore. As to the affection…? “I guess the question is, what do we do about it from here?”
I took a step towards our bed, intending to sit down to talk.
“Now you want to talk? Okay… You’re never here, Carrie. I’m sick of being alone.”
“I’m a doctor. Besides, you’re not alone, are you?”
He abruptly swung his legs out, grabbed his glasses and headed downstairs.
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Seriously?”
I guess I had my answer.
I crawled into bed, just now realizing I still had the toy inside me. I wondered if it had self-activation technology. I wanted to cum. Hard. Only thinking of her.
I curled up and fought away some tears… falling into restless sleep
***.
He was gone when I woke. I didn’t bother to see if he had packed a bag or anything dramatic. I already knew the answer. I’m guessing he left in the night to go stay with her. Whoever the fuck “her” was.
It was strange; I was not upset about the cheating. I was doing the same. I wasn’t even upset that he was probably in love with another woman. I was mostly upset that we couldn’t be honest about it. That he had been so dramatic and duplicitous.
I asked myself if I could’ve been brave enough to be honest. Maybe. I don’t think we will ever know, as I never told him who my “lover” was.
He was fully moved out in less than a month.
The next day at the practice was fairly straightforward. Despite his intimation, I’ve never buried myself in my work; just been devoted. But I was buoyant; the proverbial weight had been lifted.
I was also orgasmic about every 60-90 minutes.
Throughout the day, Miss kept me buzzing and aroused. I was fearful the thing might make noise, but that only happened if I was in my office chair. I had quickly gotten my sweater and padded my chair while I did my notes.
She would text me whenever she wanted me to cum. I would make sure I was either in my office with the door closed or in the bathroom. Each cum was more glorious than the last. I think by the time closing rolled around, I’d had six.
The crazy thing was that I was starting to cross a strange line with my patients. I began noticing how attractive their vulvas were. I was looking longer and touching differently. I had to be cautious. Last thing I needed was a harassment suit.
She had said that this would never interfere with my work. And I had willingly accepted the vibrating toy. But that evening, I called her and explained what it was doing to me. And she accepted that it could not happen at work anymore.
“Thank you, Miss!” I had said to her with a tiny bit of surprise.
She caught on. “Don’t be so shocked. I made you a promise, and I’m keeping it.”
I blushed, sitting on the couch in lounge pants and a loose T-shirt, gently caressing the side of my breast.
“I wish you were here…” was a risky thing to say, I know, but she had just talked about honesty.
“Soon, my pet, very soon. Enjoy your evening.”
I started to say goodbye, but the line was already dead. Damn… All alone in this house for the first time. Not that I hadn’t been physically alone before. The sense of no longer having Wesley made it feel oddly large and empty.
The doorbell ringing startled me. I looked at my phone, and whoever was on the porch was not in the camera’s eye. I approached with caution.
When I got there, I saw a beautiful pair of green eyes and flowing red hair. I whipped open the door, my face beaming.
“Hello, Pet. Soon enough?”
I flung open the door and wrapped myself around her. She was startled, but laughed and returned the hug. She released me and stepped inside. I closed the door, and we kissed with intense passion. Without her saying another word, I stripped myself naked and dropped to my knees.
“How may I serve you?”
I had an orgasm… she laughed.
TBC
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