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A strange sound entered my dream. It was Jenny’s alarm on her phone. I felt her move, and as she reached over me to turn the alarm off and switch on the light, she leaned her chest on my head. She didn’t lean very heavily, and I just had to turn my head a bit to get my mouth near her nipple, which I kissed.
“Wakey-wakey!”
“I am awake, Mistress.” I felt for my collar, but it wasn’t there. She had taken it off while I was asleep.
“You slept so deeply, and I didn’t want you to go to work with a red ring around your neck, so I took off your collar. Never collars in bed before a day out. Have you slept well?”
“Like a log. I am sorry that I just passed out last night. I think I had a long and busy day.”
“You had for sure. I feel a little bad, pushing you through all that, but I wanted our date to be perfect.”
“It was perfect, indeed. I cannot complain. I enjoyed it as much as you, I think.”
I felt for my sore ass. It wasn’t that sore, and even if it was, I would have no choice but to sit on it at work. I didn’t expect that to be a problem; as a farm girl, I was used to a bruise from time to time.
“If you turn on the shower, Hon, I’ll be with you in a second.”
Jenny went to the kitchen and started the coffee maker. We met again under the hot water in the shower, sharing a kiss before we began lathering each other up. As I turned around, the hot water hit my bum. It was very sensitive and the water induced a burning feeling. I gasped.
“Relax, hon. Your bum will be a little sensitive today, but it will be over soon.”
Jenny kissed me.
“I don’t hope that I have a bad morning breath, Mistress. It seems that I forgot to brush my teeth before I slept.”
“You don’t, and if you did, it doesn’t matter to me.”
“All that fuzz about a toothbrush, and then I didn’t even use it!”
Jenny giggled.
“It is still a sign of self-confidence to bring a toothbrush on a first date. I am sorry, but when you were out in the restroom last night, I texted a very good friend and told her about it.”
“No, You didn’t!”
“Oh, yes I did. And she was both amused and impressed.”
“If only I had pockets in that jacket, you’d never have known.”
“No, but it made me like you even more.”
She gave me a short kiss and we left the shower and reached for the towels.
In the kitchen, we prepared our breakfast. I laid the table and Jenny heated some buns from the freezer. It was a little chilly to sit naked, but I enjoyed being naked in her presence. There was a rug under the table so we didn’t get our feet cold, and Jenny got two cushions from the living room to put on the chairs. Soon we ended up sitting with our feet in one another’s lap. Being two was so nice, and I would do anything to make things work between Jenny and me.
“About tonight, do you still want to see me? And what should I cook?”
I was a little nervous, but someone had to address the obvious.
“Hell yes! I would be very happy to see you. And what to cook … well, anything you like. I am not very picky.”
“How about a dish with pasta and salmon? I know a good recipe.”
“That sounds magnificent, shall I bring a bottle of wine?”
“That is not necessary, as long as you bring yourself.”
“I surely will. And don’t overdo the cooking, no fancy things. We’ll have plenty of time for that later.”
Jenny looked at the clock on the wall.
“What time do you have to meet at work? I’ll have to leave in half an hour.”
“We meet at eight. If I leave with you, I can get home for a change of clothes and be there in time. It doesn’t take long to ride two miles on a bicycle. If I go shopping on my way home, I can have dinner ready at six. You are welcome to come before that.”
“I have an appointment with a hairdresser, so six will be fine.”
“Sure, I just came gatecrashing your life. Keep your appointments, I’ll come in second. By the way, is there a certain outfit my Mistress wants to see me in tonight?”
“No, there isn’t. In fact, I want you naked.”
“Naked it will be, Mistress!”
We finished our breakfast and got dressed, frequently interrupted by hugs and kisses. Jenny had chosen black jeans and a T-shirt under a leather jacket, and I was in my blouse, skirt, and stockings. I borrowed another clean thong, and Jenny allowed me to use my own underwear at work.
“Your bumhole will need some rest. I don’t want you to spend the day scratching the itch.”
I could feel what she meant; I wasn’t used to wearing a thong, and yes, my bumhole was a bit sensitive from the thong rubbing over it the day before.
Jenny held my jacket for me to put on, and as I reached for my phone, house keys, and toothbrush, Jenny pulled me into the bathroom and put some toothpaste on my toothbrush. She did the same with her own, and we giggled while we brushed our teeth. As I rinsed my mouth, I said:
“Honestly, you didn’t tell your friend about my toothbrush!”
“Oh, yes I did. She said that if I ever grow tired of you, she wants to Konak Travestileri take over. I wonder what her partner would say.”
“And her partner – is that a ‘she’?”.
“You are a fast learner – yes, it is a she.”
“Do you know a lot of lesbians?”
“Yes, quite more than a few. We have some places we meet. Cafes, bars, and such. I’ll bring you there when you are ready for it. It might be sooner than you think.”
“And how soon will that be? Not that I am in a hurry.”
“That might be next week for a few of them, and several weeks for another few. Needs membership. Relax, hon! There is plenty of time for us to get to know each other, and I will see to it that your journey into the BDSM universe goes smoothly and not too fast. Talking about fast, I need to hurry. You’ve got all your stuff?”
I nodded and we left her apartment. We held hands down the stairs and to the parking lot. We exchanged a short kiss near her car, and she drove off, waving, while I headed home.
I don’t know why they call it the walk of shame, going home the morning after a date. I was very happy, and couldn’t believe my luck. Back home, I changed to my baggy working clothes and looked through my kitchen, to see what I needed for dinner tonight. I found a bottle of white wine and put it in the fridge. I was ready for work and left.
On my way to work, I stopped to buy a pair of donuts. It was a habit Jeannette and I had, that the one that had had a day off, bought a pair of donuts. Then we began the day with coffee and a donut, discussing what had happened the day before, so I was filled in and prepared for the day.
“How was your day off? And was it a nice birthday?” I liked Jeannette – we made a good team.
“Oh, it was fine. I spent the day shopping and had dinner in a nice restaurant, just being pampered. I needed that.”
“Oh, lucky you. I was spoiled too, yesterday. Tom made me dinner, but he’s not the best chef in town. Where did you eat?”
If I told her about it, they would eat there soon, I was sure. And if Jenny was a regular, I would probably be too, and maybe we would meet. I got nervous and decided to tell a little white lie.
“Oh, at the same restaurant that I visited Saturday with my parents. I wanted to taste the dish my mother had. It was delicious.”
“Nice, I want to try that one day with hubby.”
Phew, I just avoided a disaster. Or would it be a disaster if Jeannette and Jenny met? Perhaps not, but I was not ready for that yet.
The day went uneventful. We had a lot of phone calls and I prepared some papers for the weekly staff meeting. The only difference from an ordinary day was inside me, and not noticeable to Jeannette. I could sit down all right, but I could easily feel that I had gotten a decent spanking yesterday. I had a calm and full feeling in my body from all the satisfying sex, I had had, and yet I felt a nervous jitter from time to time. Perhaps it was the fact that I now had a girlfriend and that I wanted to be with her instead of being at work. I wondered how the weekend would be – would we cuddle on the couch all day? Or would she spank me and tease me until I didn’t know my first name? Or would the fire between us burn out too soon, and I would spend my weekend weeping?
Carpe Diem, I thought. Or would it be Carpe Noctem? Both, I guess.
On my way home from work, I stopped at my favorite seafood market and got some fresh salmon. In our local supermarket, I got the rest that I needed and went home. I had a little more than an hour left. I spotted Jenny’s car in the parking lot. She was probably under the shower right now. Oh, bugger, I needed time for that too. At least I didn’t need time to dress afterward.
I had done the cleaning after my parents left, so that would do for now. I did a quick raid after things that needed to be put away, had a short shower followed by five minutes with the razor, and was ready for the kitchen.
As I made the sauce for the salmon, I rubbed the lotion into my skin on the legs and my crotch. I bought fresh fettuccine pasta, so it should cook for only four minutes. In those four minutes, I managed to lay the table in my living room, uncork the white wine, fill a pitcher with iced water, and get some bread and butter ready on the side plates.
As I mixed the salmon sauce with the pasta in a bowl, I had five minutes left. I was mixing the salad when the door buzzer sounded.
I buzzed her in and while she went up the stairs, I put the food on the table. I stood by the door when she arrived, and I let her in. Should I have been kneeling? No, it would be awkward, right now I was her naked girlfriend, and I was sure that she wanted a hug. I was right, we hugged for a while – and kissed. I felt her hands cupping my ass, and I grabbed hers as well. She was wearing one of my favorite jeans – the black, coated ones in leather look, and with a thin, shining chrome chain running down each leg in the side seam. She was wearing a plain T-shirt in black and a blue jacket. I took Konak Travesti a hanger and helped her jacket off and hung it in my closet.
“The dinner is on the table – let’s eat before it gets cold.”
I showed my Mistress into my living room and held the chair for her. I took the seat on the other side of the table and poured the white wine.
Jenny held her glass up, and I did the same. She held my gaze.
“To a good health and some pretty good sex.”
I nodded and gave my best smile.
“I will do my very best.”
“I know you will. “
Jenny looked around.
“Your apartment has quite a different layout than … mine.”
“Yes, it is a small two-room. My kitchen is much smaller than yours, so there is no room for a dining table.”
“It is better this way. If you burn something in the kitchen, you sit in the smell. Believe me, I have been there, done that, I’ve even got the T-shirt.”
I pushed the bowl nearer Jenny:
“Please, dig in. It is pasta with pieces of salmon in my favorite sauce.”
We filled our plates, and Jenny took a bite. A nod and a smile, and I knew that she liked it. After the third bite, she pointed at the plate with her fork and said:
“This is very good. You are hired. I cannot afford to pay you more than a daily spanking and double up on the weekends.”
“As long as I can call You Mistress and kiss your feet anytime, it will do.”
“That’s a deal. Can you begin tomorrow?”
“What about today?”
“Perhaps later tonight. I need your help when we have finished here.”
“My help?” I got curious.
“Nothing serious. Now let’s enjoy this wonderful meal.”
We talked about how our day went, our jobs, and other normal things that people talk about over dinner. No sex was mentioned, nor anything about girl/girl relationships. Just a normal dinner. I reckoned that it would be too much to talk about sex and BDSM all the time. In fact, I enjoyed the dinner conversation, and I think that Jenny did too. It was a good indication that we could have more things in common than just sex. A good sign, I thought.
After dinner, when Jenny had cleaned the last drop of sauce from her plate with the last slice of bread, I offered my Mistress coffee and ice cream.
“Oh, delicious. Yes, thank you very much.”
Do you want your coffee black as usual? Or a cappuccino, espresso, macchiato, cafe latte, au lait, or something else?”
“Just black, please. Don’t tell me that you are a barista too!”
“No, but my coffee maker is. Please go sit on the couch, I’ll be with you in a minute.”
I collected the empty plates and the bowl and went to the kitchen. I programmed the coffee maker and pressed ‘go’. When it started grinding the coffee beans, Jenny came into the kitchen with a curious look on her face.
“Wow, what a monster you’ve got there. Isn’t it a bit overkill for a single girl?”
“Yes, perhaps it is. It is the old one from my work. It is just a small model and it was too small for us. We’ve got a bigger one now, and this one was the prize in our Xmas lottery. I won it, and – well – I try one of the more advanced coffee drinks from time to time.”
The machine finished pouring into the mug, and I changed it to an empty one and restarted the machine. While it was brewing, I found two small bowls and got the ice cream from the freezer. Jenny had found my cutlery drawer and took three spoons. My coffee was ready, and we took it all to the coffee table and sat on the couch.
“Thanks for the wonderful dinner, and this is one of my favorite ice creams. You are spoiling me.”
I got a kiss and a tight hug. I leaned my head against hers and noticed a difference. Her short hair was really short now.
“You were at the hairdresser today?”
“Yes, that’s necessary with a buzz. You need to have it done every second week. But it takes five minutes, and she’s a friend of mine, so it’s for free.”
We continued our dinner conversation while we had our coffee and Ice cream.
Jenny liked the coffee, and after we had finished the ice, she turned towards me and held my hands.
“As I said, I need your help.”
“But… how can I help?”
“First, you need a mantra. It will be: ‘This is going to be really, really good’. Repeat that.”
“This is going to be really, really good?”
“Right. Then I need to tell you something. I am a very honest girl. I always make an effort to be honest and reliable. You cannot be a good Domme if you cannot be trusted. I want my sub to trust me 100%, especially when she is nervous about what will happen and perhaps feels uneasy about it.”
“That makes sense.”
“Yes. And what is your mantra?”
“This is going to be really, really good.”
Jenny squeezed my hands.
“Good. I never lie. Sometimes I need to hold back something, and I have withheld some information from you. It is necessary if you are preparing a surprise. Your mantra was?”
“This is going to be really, really good.”
I was curious as hell.
“Right. Travesti konak And I have prepared a surprise. You will have yours in a few seconds, while Rosie will have hers Friday evening. Your mantra?”
“This is going to be rea… what? Rosie?”
“Yes, Rosie and I are still together. She’s been away for five weeks with her job, and she is returning this Friday. I hope that you will join me in a surprise for her.”
I was stunned. She had been in a relationship all the time! Such a cheating cunt. What about me?
“You have been cheating on her! You just wanted some fun with the girl next door!”
I tried to take my hands away from her, but she held them tight. I probably could have gotten loose by sheer force, but I wouldn’t use violence. I was very disappointed, and all my dreams about Jenny and I just disappeared like a fart in the open air.
“I haven’t been cheating, our relationship is somewhat special. Please listen to me. Remember your mantra.”
“I don’t need no fucking mantra! How could you do this to me?”
“Yes, you need your mantra! And please act like an adult person. Listen to me and don’t interrupt.”
I nodded. I owed her that. Tears ran down my cheeks.
“Rosie wants you too. A couple can easily be three persons. You know, Rosie and I have a terrific relationship. We are the ideal couple – except for one thing: I cannot satisfy all her sexual needs.”
I sighed. And snorted to get some air through my nose. I was still crying. What about Rosie’s needs? I looked up at Jenny. She was crying too. It hurt me to see her so worried and miserable. She continued:
“You see, I am a Domme, but Rosie is a switch. Do you know what that is?”
I cleared my throat.
“It is a person that likes to be both a Domme and a sub.”
“Correct. And Rosie is mostly a sub but likes to dominate from time to time. I cannot help her with that. I won’t even try to be a submissive, that will not work. And even if I tried, Rosie and I have grown into our roles with each other, and it wouldn’t work at all. We have tried with some of our friends and found a way that might work, but those friends are in their own relationships. We have decided that we need to be a couple of three. Rosie is very social-minded and has always wanted a real sub-sister, and sometimes she wants to be the Domme.”
I stopped fighting getting loose of her hands. Jenny continued:
“Rosie noticed your curiosity and asked me if we could try with you. She knows my liking for newbies, and she has been pestering me for months about it. I have always protested, saying that it would depend on what kind of person you were and that we might have a problem with you being an introvert. Then she attacked you in the supermarket out of lack of patience, and perhaps to provoke me to take action. We had a big quarrel and ended up with an agreement that we would try to get in contact with you. Then Rosie’s five weeks of absence were planned on her job, and we decided to wait until after her return. So if you hadn’t taken contact, we would have asked you out for coffee or dinner in a couple of weeks. Do you understand that I did what I have done?”
“Yes, I do. But how do you know that it will work? Aren’t you getting jealous?”
“We have some good friends, and our subs are very close. We have had some fun with them from time to time, and a few times we have been subsitting and tried out our idea about Rosie being allowed to top the other girl. And it worked remarkably well,”
“Subsitting?”
“We just call it that. You know, when a sub is in a situation where she cannot be left alone, someone must look after her. I wouldn’t tie you up and leave you alone for not even five minutes. What if there is a fire? Or you get ill? Or just need your safeword for some reason? It began as a panic solution: One of our friends had chained her sub up as a part of a serious punishment, and it was planned that she would be in bondage all weekend. Then an emergency at the Domme’s work meant that she had to unlock her sub and leave her alone for an entire day. Instead, she called me and asked me to take over. We went to them and were Dommes there. I just kept away from her and let Rosie do the things, and she loved it. Another time, we had a sub living with us for a week, while her Domme was away on family business. So, we know what we want, and I can assure you that we both want you!”
I still held her hands, but now I needed a hug. I moved my hands up and held Jenny tight. I was still crying, but I guess that most of it was out of relief. Jenny hugged me even tighter. It had been a hard time for her too.
“Then you will both be my Dommes?”
“Yes and no. Rosie and you will be my subs, and sometimes Rosie will be your Domme, but we will not put anything in a schedule, you cannot do that. I guess that it will come as a natural thing when we have passed the initial fascination. By the way, I am sorry that I have put you through something similar to a sorority initiation, but I had to be sure about you before I suggested this. I have given you a rough time. I am so sorry!”
“Don’t be. You haven’t. I have enjoyed it all, every minute! But I didn’t know that you had a hidden agenda.”
“Then it wouldn’t be hidden.” Jenny smiled at me. “And your mantra is?”
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