W  H  I  T  E

C  O  L  L  A  R

by RYNNA CRESS

APC PUBLISHING

©2011

This is an adult story focused on themes of bondage, discipline, and sadomasochism. Subject matter includes explicit sexual activity between multiple partners and increasingly intense BDSM scenes. If you find such material to be offensive, or if you live in an area where owning or reading such material is prohibited, then you should stop reading now.

-RC

T  A  B  L  E    O  F

C  O  N  T  E  N  T  S

P A R T   O N E

P A R T   T W O

P A R T   T H R E E

P A R T   F O U R

E P I L O G U E

P  A  R  T    1

“Miss Kendrick will see you now.”

Lacy did her best to smile politely up at Vanessa, hoping that her face wasn’t betraying the fear and anxiety she felt at her core. Miss Kendrick – like most every authority figure in Lacy’s life – frightened her. She was cold and quiet, a calculating, powerful woman with icy blue eyes and a stony, expressionless face. With her neatly groomed hair and silver-rimmed eyeglasses, she had a certain impenetrable, statuesque hardness about her. As a boss, she was fair and even generous, but as a person… well, she intimidated the hell out of Lacy.

Just relax, she told herself as she rose from her seat behind the front desk and slowly made her way back towards Miss Kendrick’s office. Performance reviews can be a good thing. She had certainly devoted herself to the position in the four months since she had been hired on as a receptionist for Kendrick & Moss, always in to work early and willing to stay late, never taking a sick day. On paper, she was a model employee, with no rational reason to fear a performance review. Still, the mere thought of sitting before Miss Kendrick seemed to fill her veins with ice water. With the young company’s co-founder, William Moss, operating international deals out of London, Miss Kendrick was left as the firm’s sole authority figure, making her a frighteningly powerful woman. The woman had essentially ignored Lacy since she had come to work for her, rarely responding with much more than a cold stare whenever Lacy would wish her a cheery, “Good day, Miss Kendrick,” on her way into the office each morning. She was an enigmatic person, to say the very least, the kind of person who by very nature made a girl like Lacy intensely uncomfortable.

The problem, Lacy knew, was that she simply lacked any real sense of self-confidence. She was shy and bookish, her face often hidden behind dark auburn bangs and eyeglasses, her voice timid and meek. She was the perennial “nice girl,” and she lived in a world where nice girls always seemed to finish last. Still, she liked to think of herself as an optimist, and she reminded herself of this fact as she reluctantly knocked on Miss Kendrick’s door.

“Enter,” came the stern voice.

Lacy opened the door and stepped inside the luxurious corner office. Miss Kendrick, neat and collected as ever, sat behind her desk, staring at her computer monitor with intense focus. The office, with its modern simplicity and stunning view of the city, was beautiful, and as pristine as she was. Lacy felt out of place, a trespasser.

Finally, she looked up at Lacy from her work. “Miss Donnelly, please,” she said, gesturing to a fancy leather seat, “sit down.” Lacy smiled and sat, hoping that this would be as quick and painless as possible.

“So, as I’m certain you’re aware,” she began, “the other partners and I have been conducting employee performance reviews this week. So, let me ask you – how do you think you’ve been doing, Lacy?”

Lacy wondered if she had ever heard Miss Kendrick say her name before, but quickly pushed the thought out of her head as she began working to construct an answer, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Well,” she started, “I… hope that I’ve been doing an acceptable job. I care a lot about working here, and always try to do my best…”

Miss Kendrick lifted her hand, unemotionally cutting her off. “So you would say that you’ve done a… satisfactory job?”

Lacy swallowed before answering, her voice tentative and mousy. “Yes?”

“Is that a question?”

“No?” Lacy squeaked, quickly adding, “I mean, I don’t think so…”

Miss Kendrick nodded, her face betraying nothing. “Well,” she said, “let me tell you what I think,” pausing to take a long, slow sip of water.

Oh God, Lacy thought, here it comes.

Finally, she continued. “I think you’ve done an exceptional job,” she said flatly.

A moment or two passed before a semi-stunned Lacy was finally able to respond. “Oh! Well… thank you, Ma’am!”

“Please,” she said, “I’d like for you to call me Janelle.”

“All right… Janelle,” Lacy said, a nervous, awkward smile beginning to form on her face, and the faintest hint of one beginning to form on Janelle’s as well.

“I can honestly say that you impress me,” she explained. “Within a week of starting here, you had memorized our extensive client list, as well as the brokers assigned to each one. Through you, office communications have been more streamlined and efficient, and frankly, I can’t remember a time when things felt more organized around here.

“And plus,” she added, “Everybody likes you.”

Lacy could hardly believe what she was hearing. This kind of outpouring of praise was the absolute last thing she had expected from Miss Kendrick – from Janelle – and as a result, she felt utterly dumbstruck.

“Wow,” she finally managed to say, “That’s so kind of you to say. I care so much about this job, I really do.” It was the truth – after bouncing around firms as a temp in an ugly, cut-throat job market, barely covering her rent, Lacy had been thrilled to land this job, a job that paid better than most other receptionist-level positions in the city. Kendrick & Moss had been her one lucky break after a disastrous year, and she had spent her four months there utterly convinced she was going to screw it up somehow.

“I can tell that you care,” Janelle told her. She paused, watching as the shy girl avoided holding eye contact with her, then continued. “However,” she said, her face hardening back up a bit, “there is something I would like to talk with you about.”

Lacy felt her mouth go a little dry again as she looked back up to see Janelle – to see Miss Kendrick – staring back at her with unyielding eyes.

“Specifically,” she continued, “I’d like to know how you can be so good at your job, and yet so completely unsure of yourself.”

Lacy didn’t know what to say. “Well…” she began, stalling.

Miss Kendrick cut her off again. “Just look at yourself right now,” she told her. “I just sang your praises, and yet you’re terrified, aren’t you?”

“Well…”

“Answer the question,” she commanded. Lacy couldn’t help but gulp.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she finally answered.

Miss Kendrick sat back in her seat, idly straightening the pens on her desk. “Now, your lack of confidence is a serious problem, and I think you would agree with me on that, wouldn’t you?”

“…Yes, Ma’am,” she said, her voice growing weaker.

“Good,” she went on. “Then you understand that I have to take action to remedy the problem.”

Lacy was breathless, and honestly began to wonder if she might begin to cry. Miss Kendrick watched her for a moment, fascinated, before finally continuing.

“Lacy, I’m going to offer you a promotion,” she said.

She could only stare blankly at her, wondering if she had perhaps misheard.

“My assistant, Vanessa, has been… overloaded,” she explained, “so I’ve decided to take on a second assistant to help her shoulder the burden. Like I said, you’ve impressed me, so I’ve decided to offer you the position. Of course, this would come with a substantial pay raise. My hope is that this will finally give you something to feel… confident about.”

“I…I really don’t know what to say,” Lacy stammered out.

“You can start by saying that you’ll accept,” she replied. At last, the smile returned to Lacy’s face.

“Of course, Ma’am, yes,” she quickly said, still in disbelief. “Thank you, Ma’am!”

Miss Kendrick nodded, the faint smile back on her face as well.

“You’re welcome, Lacy,” she answered, before adding, “and please – call me Janelle.”

**********

Lacy felt dizzy as she walked out of the office. The idea that Miss Kendrick – that Janelle – had actually taken notice of her, had actually been impressed by her, had chosen her… well, it was a pleasant surprise, to say the very least. She went back to the front desk and began cleaning her things out, as Janelle had requested that she begin training with Vanessa immediately, a temp already on his way over to replace her as the receptionist. It was all happening so fast – she couldn’t even begin to digest it.

“So, I hear we’re going to be working together.”

Lacy turned to see Vanessa standing behind her, a friendly smile across her face. “Congratulations,” she said, moving closer and shaking Lacy’s hand. “She expects big things from you.”

“Well, I hope I don’t let her down,” Lacy answered. Vanessa smiled back at her.

“I’m sure you won’t. Now finish moving your things, and we’ll go start to talk about your new responsibilities over lunch,” she said, holding up a silver credit card. “Janelle’s treat.”

Before long, the two were sitting in a small café across the street from the firm, discussing the job over Chinese chicken salads.

“The most important thing is that you learn to anticipate her needs,” Vanessa explained through a bite. “No detail is too small. She’s a perfectionist. It’s why she’s been so successful.” She held up her cell phone, adding, “And you have to be prepared for her to call on you at any time. That’s what she pays us for.”

Lacy nodded, eager to learn the ropes. Just over thirty, Vanessa Sullivan was only a few years older than Lacy, but unlike Lacy, she had a degree. In addition, she was calm, collected, and confident – all the things that Lacy was not. Lacy knew that she could learn a lot from this woman, and she was determined to be as good a pupil as possible.

“And you like working for her?” Lacy asked.

Vanessa nodded. “Janelle’s an incredible woman,” she said. “I’ve learned so much from her.”

“You mean about commercial real estate brokerage?”

Vanessa smiled. “Not exactly,” she said, her voice playful and mysterious.

Lacy paid careful attention to her as they continued to discuss the finer points of the job over their salads. She was really quite naturally beautiful, Lacy realized, the kind of woman who doesn’t have to try too hard to come across as attractive, if at all. With her tall, slender frame, wavy, golden, sun-kissed hair, and deep green eyes, she radiated a confident, assertive sex appeal. Lacy wondered what it was like to be her, to feel that sort of confidence. Perhaps this promotion would be her ticket to finding out, she hoped.

“Above all, just stay calm, follow her instructions at all times, and trust your instincts,” Vanessa advised. “I have a feeling that you’re going to do quite well. I believe in you.”

Lacy smiled, slightly enamored with this woman.

“You’re going to make me blush, Vanessa,” she said.

Vanessa continued, undeterred. “You know, on a personal level… I was really excited when Janelle told me her plans for you,” she said. “I’ve always found you kind of fascinating.”

“You have?” Lacy asked, cocking her head. Vanessa nodded.

“Such a nice girl, and so smart, but so timid,” she explained. “It’ll be nice to finally get to know you better, maybe see you come out of that shell.”

“Well, I’m excited to get to know you better, too,” Lacy replied. Vanessa smiled at her through another bite, a friendly chemistry developing between the two of them.

“You know, actually,” Vanessa began, “what are you up to tonight? I usually curl up on the couch on Wednesday nights with a bowl of popcorn and watch a cheesy horror movie. It would be great to have some company – maybe a girl’s night in?”

“Really?” Lacy asked, somewhat incredulous. No one ever seemed to notice her, but now, today, she felt like she had a spotlight shining down on her.

“Of course,” Vanessa said, “it’ll be fun. Besides, you’ve gotta do something to celebrate your promotion, right?”

Lacy smiled brightly at Vanessa. “Of course,” she said. “I’d really like that, thanks!”

Vanessa grinned, finishing the last of her salad. “See?” She said with a smile, “You’re coming out of that shell already.”

**********

Lacy spent the rest of the day shadowing Vanessa, learning the countless ins and outs of the job. By the end of the day, she felt mentally exhausted, both from the effort of keeping up with Vanessa, and from her emotional roller coaster of a morning. She was beyond ready for a fun, relaxing evening, she realized as the two stepped into the elevator to head out for the night.

Vanessa’s apartment was small and modest, but hip and neatly furnished as well. She welcomed Lacy inside, showing her to the couch before stepping out into the kitchen. In a moment, she returned with champagne. “I always keep a bottle ready for celebrations,” she said, smiling as she sat down, popped the cork, and poured two glasses.

“What shall we toast to,” Vanessa asked, “to your promotion? To a happy, productive working relationship?”

Lacy thought for a moment before answering, “Let’s toast to Janelle.”

Vanessa grinned. “I like that answer. To Janelle!”

The two clinked their glasses and downed their champagne, Vanessa immediately pouring two refills. “I don’t typically drink that much,” Lacy confessed, to which Vanessa rolled her eyes and playfully hit her on the shoulder.

“C’mon,” she said, egging her on. “Live a little. You’ve earned it.” Lacy shrugged, then downed the glass, drinking a little too fast, letting some of the champagne dribble out the side and splash onto the front of her shirt. She grinned awkwardly, embarrassed.

“Here,” Vanessa said, grabbing a Kleenex and dabbing at the spill. Lacy felt herself grow tense at the feeling of Vanessa’s hand just above her breast.

“Love this shirt, by the way,” Vanessa said, her gaze seemingly fixed on Lacy’s bust.

“Thanks…” Lacy said, her self-conscious discomfort growing as Vanessa ran her finger along the shirt’s neckline.

“Really soft material,” she said, finally raising her eyes back up to meet Lacy’s. Embarrassed and unsure, Lacy quickly looked away.

“So… what movie did you want to watch?” she asked. Vanessa smiled, leaning in closer.

“You don’t really want to watch a movie, do you?” she asked, her smiling face just a few dangerous inches away from Lacy’s, her fingers lingering along her collarbone.

Lacy didn’t know what to say. Was this woman trying to seduce her?

“Do I make you nervous, Lacy?” Vanessa asked, unflinchingly.

Lacy finally looked up at Vanessa, her heart beginning to race. “What… are you doing, Vanessa?”

“I told you before,” Vanessa said, “You fascinate me.”

Lacy felt her breathing begin to intensify, the situation overwhelming her. Vanessa smiled, softly running her fingers over Lacy’s cheek, watching the anxious young thing before her squirm and try to stammer out a response. “Vanessa… I…”

Vanessa didn’t let her finish, choosing instead to lean in and kiss her. Lacy let out a muffled murmur of surprise, a murmur which quickly developed into a soft moan at the feel of Vanessa’s lips on hers.

She’s kissing me… Lacy thought, her mind spinning. She’s kissing me and I’m not stopping her…

Finally, Vanessa pulled back, staring into Lacy’s eyes. “Did you like that?” she asked softly.

Lacy was at a complete loss for words, her emotions flipped upside down and shaken violently.

“I…I don’t like other girls like that,” she finally answered.

Vanessa laughed. “That’s not what I asked you,” she said, casually placing her hand over Lacy’s leg, and slowly pushing it up along her thigh. “Do you like this?”

Lacy gasped and tightened her legs as Vanessa’s hand crept closer to her crotch, quickly placing her hand over Vanessa’s. “Please…” she said, her voice weak.

Vanessa was undeterred, continuing to slowly push her hand up along Lacy’s thigh, working her fingertips in between Lacy’s tightened legs, encouraged to find no actual resistance. She leaned in close again, her forehead resting against Lacy’s, her fingers finally pressing up against Lacy’s most sensitive area. Lacy gasped again, louder, her hand tightening onto Vanessa’s wrist but still not pulling it away.

“You know, you’re not very convincing,” Vanessa whispered, her lips grazing against the side of Lacy’s face, her fingers beginning to push at Lacy’s clit through her jeans in a slow, steady rhythm. Lacy whimpered, her mind deep underwater. Slowly, to her astonishment, she found her legs opening, her body seeming to will itself under Vanessa’s spell.

“That’s it…” Vanessa cooed, before gently kissing Lacy’s face, softly teasing her tongue down her neck. “Just relax…”

Lacy tilted her head back, opening her mouth and gasping softly at the feel of Vanessa’s mouth on her neck, her fingers between her legs. It felt so… wrong…and yet so good… She knew that she wanted it, that she wanted more of it. And she knew that she didn’t want to fight it…

She reached up, running her fingers through Vanessa’s hair and pulling her head in close, moaning as Vanessa’s licks and kisses began to intensify. Her other hand, still clamped over Vanessa’s wrist, threatening to pull it away, instead started pushing Vanessa’s fingers in against her clit, closer, harder.

“You want it, don’t you?” Vanessa whispered, kissing her way up to Lacy’s ear.

“…Yes…” Lacy breathlessly replied.

Vanessa smiled, pulling Lacy’s face towards hers and kissing her deeply, sliding her tongue into Lacy’s mouth and welcoming Lacy’s into hers. Finally, she pulled back, gently removing Lacy’s glasses, then taking her hand and standing up with her. She grabbed the bottle as she rose to her feet, taking a quick swig of champagne, then offered some to Lacy, who gladly accepted.

“Come with me,” Vanessa said, taking Lacy’s hand again and leading her into the darkness of her bedroom. She pulled the door shut behind Lacy, then gently pinned her against the wall, leaning in and kissing her, hard, gasping into her mouth. Lacy, her defenses disappearing, wrapped her arms around the sultry woman, pulling her in close, letting the moment carry her. The astonished, anxious, reluctant thoughts were gone, pushed out of her mind, replaced with pure impulsive indulgence. For the time being, she had committed herself to the trajectory of the evening, and had unwittingly freed herself from her worries and doubts. She was surrendering her self-control, submitting to the moment, allowing it to take her where it wanted. And god damn did it feel good…

Vanessa continued kissing the increasingly receptive Lacy, her hands aggressively unbuttoning the girl’s jeans and pushing them down over her hips. She smiled through her kiss, then pulled back and quickly pulled off her sweater and unclasped her bra, grinning seductively as she let it fall over her arms and down to the floor, exposing her round, firm breasts, her perky nipples standing up like top hats.

“Now show me yours,” Vanessa whispered. Lacy stood there for a moment, her hair askew, her lipstick slightly smeared, her pants around her ankles. Slowly, she began unbuttoning her shirt, then pulled it off, her eyes never leaving Vanessa’s. She reached back, unclasping her bra, shuddering softly as Vanessa reached out and helped her pull it off, revealing her naked breasts.

Vanessa stepped in close, and Lacy moaned softly at the feel of their breasts grazing against each other. They kissed, softly, gently, slowly, their gazes still locked, Vanessa taking Lacy’s hands in hers. She began pulling downward, guiding Lacy to her knees in front of her, then ran her fingers through Lacy’s hair, pulling her face and mouth in against her smooth, slender stomach. Vanessa unzipped her skirt, and Lacy, eyes still gazing upwards, slowly reached up and pulled it down over her hips, shocked to discover that the woman wasn’t wearing panties. She gasped silently as Vanessa stepped out of her skirt, spreading her legs slightly, offering Lacy a quick glimpse of her wet, bulging clit.

“Vanessa… I… I’ve never…” she started to say, unable to look away from Vanessa’s pristine shaved pussy. Vanessa ignored the girl’s hesitation, lifting her leg over Lacy’s shoulder and pulling the girl’s face between her legs.

“Don’t be afraid,” Vanessa whispered, smiling at the feeling of Lacy’s hot, nervous breath against her increasingly wet pussy. “Make me feel good.”

Slowly, somewhat reluctantly, Lacy placed her lips over Vanessa’s clit, kissing it, gradually teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Vanessa moaned yes, her leg pulling Lacy in even harder against her, her hand clenching a fistful of the girl’s hair.

“Lick me, Lacy,” she commanded in a hushed, breathy whisper. “Lick me hard.”

Lacy obeyed, running her tongue over Vanessa’s pussy in a slow, firm, broad lick. The unique, salty taste of Vanessa’s wetness filled Lacy’s mouth, intoxicating the girl with lust. She began licking faster, more aggressively, surrendering to her own id, a nameless, voiceless presence somewhere inside of her that only knew that it wanted more, wanted as much as it could get.

Vanessa tilted her head back against the wall, her shoulders arched, her mouth open and gasping. “Lacy…” she shuddered out, “God Lacy, don’t stop… don’t stop…”

Lacy had no intention of stopping, her tongue undulating firmly against Vanessa’s sensitive, responsive clit. She reached up, sliding her hands over Vanessa’s asscheeks, massaging them and pulling the woman deeper into her face, tracing her fingertips along Vanessa’s sharply defined ass crack, down to her dripping pussy, teasing the woman’s entrance as she continued tonguing her throbbing clit.

Vanessa smiled, biting her lip. This girl’s a natural, she thought to herself. Janelle was right about her…

“Go on,” she said, feeling Lacy’s fingers tentatively exploring her pussy’s hungry, insatiable opening. “Get them inside of me.”

Lacy needed no further invitation, quickly sliding two fingers up inside of Vanessa, slowly working them in and out as she continued running her tongue up and down between her labia, teasing her clit. Vanessa moaned with delight, Lacy’s fingers probing her sensitive g-spot, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm…

“Keep going, Lacy,” she said through a gasp, “please… don’t stop… I’m so close…”

Lacy sped up her rhythm, fingering Vanessa at a firm, steady pace, darting her tongue across her wet clit. She felt Vanessa begin to tremble, her heel digging into her back, her climax fast approaching…

 Lacy intensified her efforts, her fingers flying furiously in and out of her pussy, her tongue lapping at her clit at a near-frenzied pace.

Then, Vanessa gave a sharp, loud moan, pure pleasure beginning to flood through her body. Lacy pulled her fingers out, quickly feeling a hot squirt of fluids coat her chin and neck, Vanessa’s cum dribbling down over her breasts. She gasped in surprise at the intense sensation, realizing that she had never before in her life felt so… dirty. Even more surprising to her – she liked it.

She fell back onto her ass on the floor, tired and out of breath, her tongue aching from the strain of eating Vanessa out so aggressively. Jesus, she thought to herself, I just ate a girl out. I just made a girl squirt… Her mind began spinning – Vanessa had brought out a side of her that Lacy herself had never seen. For the first time in her life, she felt like a slut. Part of her wanted to cry, to run and hide…

She stood, self-consciously pulling her jeans on, avoiding looking at Vanessa. “I think I should go…” she mumbled as she began fumbling with her bra.

“Is everything okay?” Vanessa asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” Lacy said, still avoiding looking at her. “I just need… I just need to go.”

“Hey,” Vanessa said, taking Lacy’s arm and finally catching her gaze. “You don’t need to freak out about this… Talk to me…”

Lacy stared at Vanessa for a few moments before simply answering, “I’m sorry. I just need to go.”

And with that, she quickly finished dressing and hurried out the door, leaving Vanessa alone in the dark room. After hearing the front door shut, Vanessa calmly walked out into the living room and fished her phone out of her purse, dialing. She held the phone to her ear, waiting for an answer. None came. Finally:

“Good evening Janelle, it’s Vanessa. Things with Lacy went almost exactly as you thought that they would. She is willing and even eager, yet heavily conflicted. You should be able to start with her immediately.”

She ended the call, a soft smile across her face, wicked thoughts dancing through her head.

**********

P  A  R  T    2

1… 2… 3… 4…

DING!

The elevator came to a stop at the 5th floor, the doors slowly opening. Lacy looked out over the front of the office, her old desk in the reception area staring at her in the face. Time for a fresh start, she thought to herself.

It was early in the morning, and the office was empty. Lacy had barely slept, her mind racing all night with anxieties about working for Janelle, not to mention her confusion over her encounter with Vanessa…

She had done her best to push those thoughts out of her mind and focus on her new job, but they kept swimming to the surface. Despite her best efforts, Lacy couldn’t shake the image of Vanessa’s bra sliding off over her shoulders, the sound of her moans as she had gone down on her, the way she had… tasted…

Before going to bed, Lacy had brushed her teeth for almost five minutes, furiously scrubbing the lingering taste of Vanessa’s cum out of her mouth, desperate to eliminate all traces of the encounter. Still, despite the minty flavor of the toothpaste, Vanessa’s taste stayed with her, almost as if it had seeped in through her gums, saturating her very mind. The implications were almost too much for Lacy to bear. She had kissed that woman, touched her, fingered her, eaten her out, tasted her cum…

And she had liked it.

Was Lacy gay? Had Vanessa changed her, awoken something within her, something she hadn’t ever known was there? It was simply too much to process, too confusing for Lacy to sort out in her mind. She spent most of the night tossing and turning in her bed, sleep eluding her, determined to quash these thoughts from her mind, but utterly unable to. When the morning finally came, it felt like mercy, the pressures of her first day at a new desk a welcome distraction from the doubts and insecurities plaguing her mind.

She made her way to her new desk, just outside of Janelle’s office. It was directly adjacent to Vanessa’s desk – facing it, in fact. Soon, Vanessa would be here, Lacy knew, and she’d be right in front of her all day long… The thought filled her with a peculiar sense of dread.

She sat at her new desk, logging in to her computer and going through Janelle’s calendar as Vanessa had taught her. Lacy was happy to see what looked like a light day, just a lunch meeting for Janelle with the other partners at 11:00. She prepared the list of Janelle’s phone messages from various clients, organized her mail, and started a pot of coffee – extra dark Italian roast, just as Janelle preferred it.

Lacy continued running through her mental checklist for the day, determined not to miss anything, anxiously tapping her foot beneath her desk. You’re fine, she reassured herself. You’re more than ready for this… Just get it together…

Finally she stood, making her way to the ladies’ room, desperate to rein her nerves in. She made her way to the sink and splashed some water over her face, taking a few deep breaths as she looked up at her reflection. She looked frightened and unsure, rattled to her core, not at all the confident, eager assistant she knew Janelle was expecting. “Damn it,” she muttered under her breath. Why the hell did Vanessa have to kiss her?

Behind her, she heard a toilet flush. She froze, looking up into the mirror as the stall door opened, and Vanessa slowly stepped out.

“Lacy...” she said, moving to the sink beside her to wash her hands. “Is everything all right?”

Lacy quickly nodded, doing her best to compose herself. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said. “Just some first day jitters is all.”

Vanessa gave her a kind, sympathetic smile as she dried her hands. “You’ll do great, don’t worry. Janelle shouldn’t be in for another half an hour or so – if you want, we can go over everything one more time before she gets in.”

Lacy nodded, her eyes almost automatically avoiding Vanessa’s. “That’d be great, thanks,” she said, her voice awkward and almost lifeless.

Vanessa frowned, and reached out, placing a hand on Lacy’s shoulder. “Lacy, look, about last night…”

Lacy quickly shook her head, waving her hand and offering Vanessa a smile. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m sorry I freaked out, I just…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Vanessa said. “I came on too strong, things happened too fast, and that was my fault.”

“I’ve just never... done anything like… like that,” Lacy said, her eyes finally rising to catch Vanessa’s gaze. Vanessa smiled, happy to see her eyes.

“I know it isn’t professional,” she said, “but I just find you really sweet, really attractive. But if that isn’t something that you want, I totally understand.”

Lacy stared at Vanessa, wondering how to respond, knowing in her heart that she had wanted it last night, had wanted it badly. That’s what had scared her. That overwhelming realization was why she had fled, not because she didn’t want it, but because she did…

“Vanessa,” she finally said, her voice flustered, “it’s not that I… it’s not that I don’t want that…”

Vanessa’s lips slowly curled up into a smile. “But…” she said.

“But… I just…” Lacy grew exasperated, her words failing her. “I just… damn it, I don’t know…”

“You poor thing,” Vanessa said. “You’re confused and you’re freaked out, and that’s the last thing you need for your first day. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Vanessa,” Lacy said, before adding, “It’s just that… I’m just not gay, that’s all.”

Vanessa couldn’t help but laugh. A confused Lacy couldn’t help but smile back.

“What?” she finally asked, playfully hitting Vanessa on the arm.

“Lacy,” she said, taking another step closer, “you don’t have to be gay to want something… And you wanted it last night, didn’t you?”

Lacy was silent and breathless, feeling the electricity from last night returning.

“It’s okay,” Vanessa said, running her hand over Lacy’s face. “You deserve the things that you want. Don’t ever forget that.”

And with that, Vanessa leaned in, planting a soft, short kiss on Lacy’s lips. She pulled back, looking over the confused girl, her eyes closed, her breath taken away.

“It’s all right,” Vanessa said softly as Lacy opened her eyes, completely unsure of herself. “You’ll find your way. Sooner than you think, too.”

Vanessa smiled one more time at her, then turned and left the bathroom. As the door closed, and Lacy was truly alone, she exhaled deeply, her hand almost involuntarily sliding down the front of her skirt, resting over her crotch. She took in a deep breath, realizing just how wet Vanessa had made her with only a few pointed glances and a quick, gentle kiss. She felt herself falling back into the conflicted hole she had found herself in last night. The unrecognizable voice inside of her was growing louder, telling her to embrace her desires, to give in, to submit to temptation. And the other voice, the voice trying to convince her that she didn’t really want what Vanessa was offering, well, it was sounding less and less convincing.

Lacy glanced at her watch – still over twenty minutes until Janelle would be arriving. Good, she thought… I need to regain my composure… I need…

She looked down at her fingers, still instinctively planted on the front of her skirt. An impulse struck her, a primal, commanding desire, and she found herself giving in, pushing her fingers in between her legs, slowly rubbing at herself over the fabric. She opened her mouth, silently gasping at how good it felt, thoughts of Vanessa swimming through her mind, tempting her, teasing her…

Lacy couldn’t take it anymore – something new and foreign inside of her demanded release, and all she knew was that she felt powerless to deny it. She hurried into a stall, slamming the door shut behind her, quickly hiking her skirt up and pulling her panties down, spreading her legs. Her breathing quickened, and she licked her lips, a carnal force inside of her taking hold, the same force she had felt when she had gone down on Vanessa the night before… God¸ she thought, vivid memories of Vanessa’s pussy flooding into her mind, I want it so badly…

Her hand found its way between her legs, and she gave a sharp, moaning exhale as her fingers began rubbing over her wet, hyper-sensitive clit. Lacy couldn’t remember the last time she had masturbated, and had never dreamed she would be doing it in a bathroom stall at her workplace, let alone doing it while thinking of another woman. The very thought of it felt so… naughty to her, which of course only fed the lustful flames building inside of her, making her pussy wetter and wetter…

Her fingers flying furiously over her clit, relentlessly teasing herself, Lacy couldn’t help but moan, louder than she could help, her knees starting to buckle beneath her. She darted her free hand against the wall for support, her face wincing with the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through her body.

“Fuck,” she murmured out, feeling an orgasm fast approaching, her body a slave to the desires that Vanessa had awakened within her. She was close, painstakingly close, and she bit her lip, rubbing away, her mind basking in the blinding gratification of a well-satisfied clitoris.

Then, her thoughts racing through the fantasy-like events of the previous night with Vanessa, envisioning all sorts of wicked-seeming things she’d like to do with her in the future, Lacy came, and came hard, a deep, shudder-inducing orgasm that nearly brought a squeal out of the girl. Instead, she tilted her head back, moaning almost uncontrollably, with no semblance of time or space – only desire, and her submission to that desire.

Her hand frozen in place between her legs, Lacy gradually caught her breath, her hair falling forward into her face. She was disheveled, flustered, and thoroughly horny, a horniness that felt so distinctly powerful to her, powerful enough to bring her to make herself cum in the workplace ladies’ room. Once again, she felt as if she couldn’t even recognize herself. The Lacy she knew wasn’t… like this… She definitely didn’t masturbate to fantasies of other women…

But Lacy was tired of fighting it. Maybe she really didn’t know who she was. Maybe she needed to find out – to embrace these feelings… The thought felt both exciting and dangerous to her, and not nearly as frightening as she might have imagined. She actually smiled to herself as she pulled her panties up and her skirt down, blowing a strand of hair up and out of her face. Maybe this was simply the start of something… good. Something incredible even. Did she dare believe it? Perhaps…

Satisfied and energized by this newfound optimism, Lacy opened the stall door and stepped out to wash her hands and get back to her desk.

Janelle stood at one of the mirrors, adjusting her lipstick.

“Oh, Lacy,” she said without turning. “Didn’t realize you were in here.”

For an instant, Lacy froze. She didn’t? Is she deaf? Forcing herself to smile, she casually stepped up to the sink, silently praying that Janelle hadn’t been in here moments before, while she was moaning and climaxing, teasing an orgasm out of her surprisingly insatiable pussy…

“Good morning, Janelle,” Lacy said as she began washing her hands, trying her best to act normal. “You’re… in a little early.”

“Traffic was light,” she said coolly, smacking her lips, then turning to Lacy. “So you’re ready to get started today?”

“More than ready,” Lacy said. “I can’t even tell you how excited I am.”

Janelle smiled at the girl, eyeing her. “Oh, I can tell that you’re excited,” she said. “I always appreciate… enthusiasm.”

A strange twinkle in her otherwise stern eyes, Janelle closed her purse and exited the bathroom, leaving Lacy pale and mortified.

**********

“Janelle Kendrick’s office, this is Lacy speaking.”

Lacy sat at her desk, manning the steady stream of calls coming in for Janelle as Vanessa poured through a mountainous stack of development contracts. Lacy was actually thankful for the accumulating workload – it gave her something to think about besides Vanessa, not to mention her embarrassing run-in with Janelle. Had she heard her in that stall, moaning and gasping with pleasure? The thought was beyond humiliating.

The day passed more quickly than Lacy had anticipated. Vanessa and Lacy stayed in the office for a bit of a rushed lunch, noshing on sandwiches from the kitchen, and Lacy was relieved to find Vanessa politely giving her a little space. Even though the thought excited her, the idea of Vanessa flirting with her all day, teasing her… it simply seemed like too much of a distraction, far more than Lacy was ready to handle.

The afternoon was quieter, with Janelle in her office returning the more important calls from the morning, freeing Vanessa and Lacy to catch a bit of a breather at their desks.

“You’re doing so great,” Vanessa told her. “My first day was such a disaster, I made so many mistakes. Janelle really… let me have it. But you seem as though you’ve been doing this for months already.”

Lacy was appreciative of the support. Whatever strange sexual tension existed between the two of them, she couldn’t deny that Vanessa was an invaluable friend to have sitting across from her.

“Thanks Vanessa,” she said. “It’s really only because you trained me so thoroughly yesterday.”

“Janelle was right about you,” Vanessa said. “She said you’d be a quick learner.”

Vanessa smiled, but then a strange, pained twitch came across her face. It was faint, the corners of her mouth curling into the slightest of winces for only a moment… but it was there, and Lacy saw it. Vanessa recovered quickly, smiling at Lacy again and standing up.

“Are you all right?” Lacy asked.

“Of course I am,” she answered. “Just going to see if Janelle needs me.”

And with that, she turned her heels and headed into Janelle’s office, quickly shutting the door behind her. Lacy couldn’t help but sit there with a furrowed brow, confused. Janelle didn’t like random interruptions from her assistants – when she wanted something, she asked for them, always. Vanessa knew this better than anyone.

So why had she randomly gone to check in with Janelle? And what was that twitch? Something strange was going on – but Lacy had no idea what.

Vanessa was gone for about ten minutes before the door to Janelle’s office opened and she stepped out, returning to her seat and getting back to preparing Janelle’s calendar for the next day. Lacy eyed her, still confused.

“Everything OK?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

Vanessa just smiled at her. “Of course. Just doing the calendar. Janelle is probably going to head out soon, so you and I might be out of here early.”

Lacy nodded, still not convinced something wasn’t up. After a quiet beat, she couldn’t help herself, and just had to ask:

“Why did you check in with her like that? You told me she hated random check-ins…”

Vanessa raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to answer, but didn’t have any immediate response.

“Well…” she said, clearly stalling, a deer in the headlights.

She was saved from answering, however, as Janelle’s door opened, and the boss stepped out purse in hand, stopping to address the two of them.

“So, ladies, I’m done for the day,” she began, “so as soon as you’re finished prepping the agenda for tomorrow, you may leave.”

“Great, thanks Miss Kendrick,” Lacy said.

“Lacy, I’ve told you, please call me Janelle.”

Lacy winced. “Sorry Janelle, old habits.”

Janelle smiled at her. “We’ll break them, don’t worry.” Lacy nodded, making a mental note: Janelle, Janelle, Janelle…

“But anyway,” Janelle continued, “since this was such a successful first day, and since I know you both had to take an abbreviated lunch, I thought it would be nice to enjoy some dinner together. Are the two of you available?”

“Certainly,” Vanessa quickly answered, before turning to Lacy. “You too, right Lacy?”

Lacy quickly ran through the things she had planned for tonight – there was her book club meeting, as well as a spin class at 8:00, and she really needed to catch up on laundry…

But naturally, her answer was an absolute, “Of course! That sounds wonderful, Janelle.”

“Perfect,” she said, smiling at the two of them. “Let’s say my apartment at 7:30.”

Janelle headed out, leaving the two of them. Lacy was more than ready to jump back into her mini-interrogation, but Vanessa beat her to it.

“You know, I actually already have the agenda finished,” she quickly said, standing up and putting her coat on. “So I say we go ahead and call it a day, too.”

“Um, all right,” Lacy said, shutting down her workstation and beginning to pack up her things. “You still didn’t answer my question, though…”

But Vanessa was already making her way out of the office.

“I’ll see you at Janelle’s!” she said. “We’ll talk more then!”

And like that, she had made her getaway. Lacy, now totally convinced Vanessa was hiding something, could only frown to herself and wonder what it was.

**********

“Lacy, hello, please come in.”

Lacy smiled and stepped into Janelle’s designer bungalow home. Like her office, it had an elegant minimalism to the design, the kind of hardened modernity that emphasized and even celebrated functionality. The colors were muted, with an abundance of neutral tones, blacks and whites, granite tiling, and a clouded glass wall separating the living room from the kitchen. It was gorgeous and luxurious in a very understated way, the perfect sort of home for a woman like Janelle.

“You have such a beautiful place,” Lacy said, a little wide-eyed at just how striking it was.

“Thank you,” she said, guiding Lacy into the living room. “Take a seat, I’ll get you a glass of wine.”

Lacy sat on the sofa and watched as Janelle made her way into the kitchen, her silhouette obscured by the frosted glass. She really was quite attractive, Lacy thought to herself, at least in her own cold, intimidating sort of way. She couldn’t help but wonder if Vanessa was attracted to her, if she had ever dared to say anything to her, or even make a move. She did have a cagey way about her whenever Janelle was brought up…

Janelle re-entered with two glasses of red wine, sitting in a love seat across from Lacy and handing her a glass.

“To an excellent first day,” Janelle said, holding her glass up. “I’m pleased to say that you’ve met every one of my expectations so far, Lacy.”

Lacy gave a shy smile, holding her glass up and clinking rims with Janelle. “Thank you,” she said. “For everything.”

They sipped the wine, a deliciously aged Malbec, and Lacy frowned, glancing at her watch.

“I feel bad, toasting without Vanessa,” she said. “I wonder where she is.”

“Oh, I’m in here,” came Vanessa’s voice, calling from the kitchen. “Just finishing up the vodka sauce – I’ll be right in.”

Lacy raised her eyebrows at Janelle. “Vanessa is… cooking?”

Janelle smiled at Lacy, a smile that for some reason, made her uncomfortable, perhaps because she had so rarely seen Janelle smile at her, at least before today. It still felt unusual and out of character for her, not at all the Janelle that Lacy had come to know during her months as the receptionist at Kendrick & Moss.

“Vanessa cooks for me whenever she comes to visit,” Janelle explained. “She’s quite talented.”

“Wow,” Lacy said, impressed. “She never told me that was in the job description.”

Janelle laughed softly through a sip of wine.

“Vanessa enjoys going above and beyond what anyone expects of her,” she explained.

“Well, I’ll do my best to follow her example,” Lacy said, taking another sip of the dark wine.

“I’m sure you will,” Janelle said. “You already did when she seduced you.”

Lacy nearly choked on her wine, gasping as she struggled to swallow it down.

“...I… I beg your pardon?” she stammered out.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Janelle said, unfazed. “Vanessa is quite beautiful. You should be very flattered that she’s so taken with you.”

“She… she told you that?”

“Vanessa tells me everything,” Janelle said plainly.

Lacy suddenly felt like she was shrinking into the sofa. Janelle knew about her night with Vanessa? All she could do was sit there, utterly dumbstruck.

“I…” she stared before Janelle continued.

“Tell me, Lacy,” she said, all too casually, “when you were masturbating in the bathroom stall this morning, were you thinking of her?”

Lacy nearly whimpered, and wondered if she were going to start to cry. Janelle simply pressed on, undeterred.

“I asked you a question, Lacy. Answer it.”

Lacy took a breath, steadying herself, then weakly answered, “I… I don’t know what you want, but I really don’t want to talk about that…”

“I don’t care what you want to talk about,” Janelle said, her voice firm and calm. “I want you to answer my question.”

“…Yes,” Lacy confessed, practically blurting it out, surprising herself. “Yes, I was thinking of her.”

“So you are attracted to other women, then.”

Lacy gave a soft, quick, exasperated sigh, quickly growing flustered.

“I… I don’t know…”

“It sure sounded like it this morning.”

“I said I don’t know!” Lacy replied, looking up at Janelle with pleading eyes. “Please…” she said, her voice shaky, “I’m really not comfortable talking about this.”

“I don’t care what you are and are not comfortable with,” Janelle said, before turning to the kitchen. “Vanessa,” she called out. “Come here, now.”

“Yes, Janelle.”

Lacy shrank even further into her seat at the very sound of her name, holding her face in her hands. Finally, she dared to look up.

Vanessa stood beside Janelle, naked except for an apron and a white collar around her neck. Lacy’s eyes went wide at the sight.

“Dinner is almost ready,” Vanessa calmly said before Janelle quickly interjected.

“It can wait. Take the apron off.”

“Wait,” Lacy said as Vanessa complied, dropping the robe and standing fully naked before the two of them. “I don’t know what this is, but I don’t want it. You two have the wrong idea about me…”

“Do we?” Janelle asked. “Vanessa, go to her.”

“Yes, Janelle.”

Vanessa approached Lacy, smiling softly at her as she knelt in front of her.

“Don’t be afraid, Lacy,” she said softly. “Don’t fight it. You can have everything you want, and everything you don’t even know you want yet.”

Lacy had tears in her eyes now, completely overwhelmed.

“But… I don’t want it…”

“Yes, you do,” Janelle said, finishing her wine and setting the glass aside. “Vanessa, take the girl’s pants off.”

“Yes, Janelle.”

“No!” Lacy quickly cried out, struggling to keep Vanessa’s hands away from her pants. “Please, Vanessa, please don’t!”

“Just let go, Lacy. Give in,” Vanessa said, her hands overpowering Lacy’s and pulling the girl’s fly open. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want her?”

Lacy grabbed Vanessa’s wrists, desperate to stop her. “No! I’m not like this! This isn’t who I am!”

“But it’s who you will be, and you know it,” Janelle said, standing and moving to the sofa, sitting beside her. “It’s who you want to be, isn’t it?”

“Please…” Lacy begged, staring helplessly at Janelle.

“Answer me, Lacy. You want it, don’t you?”

Lacy was silent, still struggling with Vanessa.

“Lacy.”

Janelle’s voice, firmer than ever, commanded the girl’s attention, and she was powerless to resist.

“You want Vanessa to take your pants off, don’t you?”

Lacy still couldn’t find the strength to answer, her inner turmoil twisting her mind into a Gordian knot of fears and desires. But she couldn’t find the strength to resist either, slowly releasing Vanessa’s wrists, staring hopelessly into Janelle’s eyes as she lifted her midsection off the sofa, freeing Vanessa to pull her pants and her underwear down over her hips, down over her legs…

“All the way off, Lacy.”

Letting out a soft whimper, Lacy slowly kicked her heels off, stepping out of her pants.

“Now,” Janelle said, her voice resolute. “Spread your legs and tell Vanessa you want her to eat your pussy.”

“Please…” Lacy weakly moaned out, one final plea for mercy.

“Do it.”

A single tear rolled down Lacy’s cheek as she opened her legs and turned down to face Vanessa.

“Please, Vanessa…” she said, her voice quivering. “I… want you to… eat…”

She closed her eyes, terrified of the path she was taking, but unable to take any other.

“I want you to eat… my pussy…”

Vanessa looked up at Janelle, but Janelle shook her head.

“Have some confidence in yourself, Lacy,” Janelle ordered. “Enough with the shame, the doubt… tell her what you know you want.”

Lacy swallowed, falling deeper and deeper under Janelle’s spell, and turned back to Vanessa.

“Vanessa, I want you to eat my pussy,” she said, her voice quiet but firm, the tears continuing to fall. Again, Vanessa turned to Janelle, and again, Janelle shook her head.

“Lacy, look at me,” Janelle said, moving in closer to her. “Tell me that you crave her.”

“I crave her…” Lacy answered breathlessly. “I can’t get her out of my mind...”

“Then stop trying to,” Janelle snapped, quickly snatching a fistful of the girl’s hair and pulling her head back. Lacy whimpered. Her hands flew defensively to Janelle’s wrist, but for some reason, she didn’t dare try and fight the woman, and instead, simply laid her fingers over her arm, clinging to her, almost like a child.

Janelle leaned in closer, her face inches away from Lacy’s. “You have so much desire,” she said, “so many conflicting feelings, feelings I know you don’t fully understand yet. But I know how you feel, Vanessa knows how you feel. All of it can go away, Lacy, but you have to trust me, and you have to give in.”

She leaned in even closer, her lips nearly grazing over Lacy’s as she whispered, “Do you trust me, Lacy?”

Lacy closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

“Yes, Janelle,” she said.

Janelle smiled, then slowly ran her tongue up Lacy’s face, licking her tears, the girl shuddering beneath her.

“Good girl,” she whispered, before turning down to Vanessa and giving a gentle nod.

Simultaneously, Lacy felt Janelle’s mouth against her lips, and Vanessa’s mouth against her clit. She gasped, her mouth opening to accept Janelle’s tongue, her hands squeezing at the beautiful, bold woman’s wrist as she moaned into the kiss. Vanessa slowly ran her tongue up and down over Lacy’s throbbing clit, and the girl gave a sharp shudder, her body shivering with pleasure, Janelle gently sucking at her tongue and tugging at her lip with her teeth. Her senses were quickly overloading, and Lacy could feel herself sinking helplessly into the moment, pulled forward against her control like a raft in a strong current.

Janelle kissed down to Lacy’s exposed neck, then ran her tongue back up to her lips, Lacy longingly taking it back into her mouth. She lifted her leg over Vanessa’s shoulder, just as Vanessa had done to her, pulling the stunningly gorgeous woman in deeper with the back of her heel, Vanessa moaning in response, lovingly running her tongue across Lacy’s opening, teasing her.

Janelle took Lacy’s face in her hands, turning her neck away from her and leaning in, kissing and nibbling at her ear lobe.

“Now take off the shirt,” she whispered.

“Yes, Janelle…” Lacy immediately responded through a gasp, quickly reaching up to unbutton her blouse, pulling it open and over her shoulders. Janelle kissed her way down Lacy’s neck, down to her shoulder, biting and sucking the girl’s tender muscle as she pulled the shirt off of her arms and tossed it aside, then deftly unclasped her bra, pulling it off as well.

“Fuck…” Lacy murmured, shocked by how utterly shameless she felt about being naked, about having Vanessa’s face buried between her legs, about having Janelle’s mouth on her body, about feeling pleasure mixed with pain, about feeling desire mixed with helplessness. The only thing that Lacy could feel as she sank deeper and deeper into subspace was the feeling of freedom, the feeling of her apprehensions melting away. Submitting to Janelle like this, such apprehensions simply didn’t make sense anymore, almost as if they weren’t even allowed to exist. She had submitted herself to Janelle’s world, traded her sense of control for a sense of self, a sense of purpose, and firm-handed guidance.

Janelle smiled down at this new plaything, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her mouth curled up into a faint smile as Vanessa began aggressively swirling her tongue over her clit. Janelle reached out, taking the girls two nipples in her fingers and squeezing until she moaned with pain, pleased to see her resisting the urge to resist.

“Tell me you like it, Lacy,” she commanded.

Lacy grunted with pain before answering, “I like it, Janelle…”

“Tell me you want more,” she said, squeezing even harder.

Lacy gave a sharp cry of pain, gritting her teeth and moaning out, “Janelle… I want more…”

Janelle squeezed harder still, smiling as Lacy clenched her eyes shut and opened her mouth as if to scream, instead gasping in silence, bearing the pain like the true submissive that she was. It was ingrained in her, a basic, inherent, carnal need that she could run from, but never hide from.

Janelle had known it from the day she had first seen her.

Janelle clenched her fingers down with full force on the girl’s tender nipples, leaving her yelping and whimpering in pain… whimpers that quickly grew into moans of ecstasy, as Vanessa’s tongue brought Lacy past her point of no return, the ascending sensation of a fast-approaching orgasm rippling through her body.

Lacy moaned out a piercing shriek as she came, her face twisted with pained bliss, every nerve in her body tensing. Janelle pulled at her nipples, slowly twisting them as the orgasm rolled through her body, letting the pain blend in.

Lacy exhaled sharply as she finished, and Janelle slowly released her grasp on the girl’s nipples. She sank back into the couch, exhausted, and slowly began to cry again, sobbing gently. Janelle wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in against her chest, lightly running her fingers through the girl’s hair.

“Shhh,” she said, “it’s all right. You’re all right.”

Lacy nodded, tears still rolling down her face, and wrapped her arms around Janelle, clinging to her, finding safety and comfort from the numbing confusion in her soft embrace. Below, Vanessa gently laid her face on Lacy’s lap, gently tracing her fingertips back and forth over the top of her leg. The affection was overwhelming in the best of ways. Lacy, naked and vulnerable, her deepest desires and submissive instincts laid bare before these two women, felt accepted, wanted, cared for, loved, even. It simply drowned out everything else.

Janelle kissed the top of her head. “I know, Lacy,” she whispered. “I know…”

The three of them sat just like that, in silence, for a few minutes, until Janelle kissed Lacy’s head again and pulled back from her, looking down to Vanessa.

“Go and finish dinner,” she commanded.

Vanessa nodded, collecting her apron and rising to her feet. “Yes, Janelle,” she said, exiting the room, leaving the two of them.

Janelle took Lacy’s chin in her fingers, pulling her face up to hers and staring deep into her eyes, kissing her gently. Then, she rose, moving to a side table and opening a drawer. She reached in, her back to Lacy, pulling something out. Then she turned around.

She held a white collar, identical to Vanessa’s, and quietly laid it on the table.

“Listen to me, Lacy,” she said softly. “If this truly isn’t what you want, or who you want to be, this is your only chance to walk away. Just put your clothes on and leave, and in the morning you’ll have a glowing letter of recommendation and your choice of positions at any firm in the city.

“But if I’m right about you, and this is precisely what you want, what you need, then please, take this collar and come and join us in the dining room for dinner.”

Lacy looked from Janelle to the collar, then back to Janelle.

“I don’t know that I understand,” she finally said.

“Of course you don’t. This isn’t who you already are - this is who you want to be, and I will take you there if that is in fact what you want. But I can’t do that if you don’t put your full trust in me and submit to me fully. You will be under my firm guidance, under my complete control. There will be no turning back. Do you understand that?”

Lacy nodded slowly, the dizzying enormity of the decision beginning to weigh down on her.

“Take your time,” Janelle said, “and then make your choice.”

With that, Janelle stepped out into the kitchen, leaving Lacy alone with what felt like a million thoughts. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, then slowly stood up, looking down at her naked body, over at her clothing… and then over at the collar. There was something hypnotic about it, something that drew her in and refused to release her. It frightened her, but she couldn’t look away.

After what felt like an eternity of hesitation, she closed her eyes, swallowing a lump in the back of her throat and taking a deep breath.

Then, resolved, she opened her eyes, stepped over to the table, took the collar in her hands, and made her way towards the dining room, never looking back.

**********

P  A  R  T    3

The dining room was small, but elegant, with a tall, round, glass top table in the center. Janelle smiled from her seat at the table as Lacy solemnly walked stepped into the room, nude and nascent, collar in hand.

“I’m glad you’ll be joining us, Lacy,” she said. “Come here.”

“Yes, Janelle.”

Lacy made her way beside Janelle, her hands held submissively behind her back. She looked down at Vanessa, knelt down at Janelle’s feet under the table.

“Kneel,” Janelle commanded. Lacy obeyed, lowering to her knees beside the chair, looking up at the calm, imposing woman.

“The collar,” she said, holding her hand out, Lacy handing it over. Janelle held it in front of Lacy’s face, smiling approvingly at the way Lacy stared at it, transfixed.

“This collar will be a constant reminder of your submission to me,” she said. “It represents both the power that I hold as well as the trust that you put in me.”

“Yes, Janelle…” Lacy said quietly, still unable to look away from the white leather collar. Everything about it felt intensely meaningful to Lacy, even though she knew she couldn’t fully comprehend its meaning yet. All she knew was that she wanted it around her neck. She had made her choice, and she was ready to begin.

“With this collar around your neck, you will be owned,” Janelle said. “You will be my pet, my slave, my property to use as I see fit. You will obey my rules at all times, you will follow my every command, and you will strive every day to be a more perfect slut. You will be honest, respectful, and submissive with me at all times. Failure to meet any of these expectations at any time is grounds for immediate punishment at my discretion. Do you understand?”

Lacy took a breath, steeling herself before answering, “Yes, Janelle.”

Janelle nodded, continuing. “I will keep you in your place. I will push you. If needed, I will hurt you. But you will never be harmed, and you will always be protected and cared for. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Janelle.”

“Do you accept this collar, Lacy?”

“I do, Janelle,” she said, her reservations and insecurities feeling like distant memories, memories that she was all too happy to begin forgetting. She wanted the collar, wanted it badly, wanted everything that it represented, everything that it promised…

“Very well,” Janelle said, smiling softly at the girl. She unclasped the collar, then slowly laid it around Lacy’s neck, buckling it tightly shut behind her, their eyes locked in the intensity of the moment.

“Your submission is a gift, and I will never take it for granted,” Janelle whispered.

“Yes, Janelle,” Lacy whispered in return, the constricting feel of the collar around her neck immediately sending shivers through her body. She knew there was no turning back.

“Now take your place beside Vanessa,” Janelle said. “You belong at my feet.”

Lacy crawled under the table beside Vanessa, following her lead and lowering her face to the floor, her hands behind her back.

Janelle smiled at her two pets, then stepped out of her heels. Vanessa immediately took the cue, lowering her mouth to Janelle’s foot, slowly running her tongue over the top of it, worshipping it with the devotion of a slave. Lacy quickly followed suit with Janelle’s other foot, taking her toes into her mouth and lovingly sucking them, working her tongue in between them. She was astonished by how naturally it came to her, licking and worshipping another woman’s foot. But then again, she had left her doubts and insecurities behind her when she had chosen the collar. Without them, there was no need for questions or hesitation, no need to feel self conscious or unsure. There was only Janelle’s firm, calm dominance. It was all Lacy wanted, all she needed.

Janelle closed her eyes, purring with satisfaction, then turned to the steaming bowl of penne a la vodka in front of her, neatly laying her napkin in her lap and taking a bite. She ate slowly and carefully, savoring each bite, drinking more wine, enjoying the feel of her two adoring slaves worshipping her feet. She curled her toes together, forcing all five of them into Lacy’s mouth, then the same with Vanessa’s, leaving the girls gagged and whimpering below her as she continued to eat, playfully wiggling her toes atop their tongues as she chewed another bite.

Finally, her bowl half-finished, Janelle pulled her feet from the girls’ mouths and stood up, lowering the bowl to the floor in between the two of them.

“I’m going to go get changed,” she said, stepping out into her bedroom. “You may not leave your places under the table. When I return, I expect that bowl to be spotless.”

Without hesitation, Vanessa lowered her mouth to the bowl, licking a mouthful of pasta into her mouth, sauce smearing across her chin. Lacy, determined to learn her place, but still reluctant about eating off of the floor, slowly, gingerly, lowered her face into the bowl, taking a noodle in her teeth, then another.

“You need to eat faster or we’ll be punished, Lacy,” Vanessa said, nudging her out of the way and demonstrating with another large, somewhat sloppy mouthful.

Lacy gave a hesitant nod, and lowered her face into the bowl, coming up with a mouthful of pasta and a nose covered in sauce. Vanessa smiled at her and nodded approvingly.

“You wanted to be a dirty little slut,” she said. “Well, dirty little sluts get filthy in order to please their owners.”

Lacy nodded, without hesitation this time, Vanessa’s words striking a chord with her. Just twenty-four hours ago, she had felt like a slut for the first time in her life, and the very thought of it had nearly driven her to a full-fledged identity crisis. Now, here she was, the very next night – Janelle’s dirty little slut.

And she liked it.

The shame, the doubt, the self-loathing… it was all gone. With the collar around her neck, with her freedom stripped away and her every desire laid bare, Lacy felt as if her eyes had finally been opened. Gone was the confusion over what she wanted and didn’t want, because now, the only thing she ever had to want was to please Janelle. The rest was irrelevant.

By giving up her freedom, Lacy could finally feel… free.

A smile grew on her face, and she thrust her face into the bowl, eagerly taking another mouthful of pasta, looking up playfully at Vanessa as she chewed. Vanessa arched an eyebrow, a grin beginning to form on her face as she watched this newborn slave begin to understand herself anew. She brought her face down, nudging Lacy out of the way, licking at the bowl, only to have Lacy push her way back in, hungry for more, a playful skirmish developing between the two pets.

Lacy moaned through a mouthful, realizing with amazement that the mere humiliation of being forced to eat off of the floor was actually turning her on…

Vanessa couldn’t help but laugh at the sound of Lacy’s moan. “Good God, you’re insatiable,” she said, before taking another lick at the nearly-cleaned bowl.

Lacy grinned, knowing that Vanessa was right. She leaned in, licked up the last of the sauce, and smiled at Vanessa, their faces covered in the orange mess.

“Here,” Vanessa said, leaning in, licking the sauce off of Lacy’s cheek and chin. Lacy moaned again, happily returning the favor, the two of them cleaning each other, their tongues dancing across each other’s faces, quickly finding their ways into each other’s mouths. They kissed, aggressive and passionate, the two of them moaning together, an unrestrained celebration of Lacy’s arrival into the world of submission. It was kinky, messy, and degrading…

…And it felt goddamned incredible.

“I told you Vanessa was a talented cook.”

The girls turned from their embrace, finding Janelle watching them from the doorway. Gone was the casual dress from before, replaced with a white leather corset that neatly cupped the bottom of her round, exposed breasts, thigh-high white pantyhose held up by garters, and at her midsection, erected like a centerpiece, a long, clear, curved strap-on dildo. Lacy felt her mouth go dry at the very sight of her, her entire body rushing with endorphins, every instinct she had telling her that she wanted this woman, needed this woman, would do anything for this woman…

“Come here,” Janelle said. “Both of you. It’s time to begin.”

**********

Janelle’s bed was perhaps the only non-modern piece of furniture in the entire condo, a beautiful antique four-poster bed with polished brass plating around each post that reminded Lacy of the collar around her neck. The soft brown hue of the elegantly grained mahogany stood in stark contrast to the hard, stark, practical modernity of the rest of the home, and Lacy couldn’t help but feel as if it made the bed feel special and sacred, a venerable sanctuary for Janelle’s undeniable but too-often masked sensuality.

Per Janelle’s instruction, Lacy kneeled silently with Vanessa at the foot of the bed, their hands held submissively behind their backs, their eyes to the ground. Before them, Janelle rooted around in a dresser, occasionally pulling something out, inspecting it, and then either placing it on top of the dresser, or back in the drawer, selecting her arsenal. Lacy did her best to be obedient and keep her head lowered, but out of the top of her peripheral vision, she could make out a wide assortment of ropes, restraints, and sex toys that she didn’t recognize. She could only imagine how they might be used on her, and what effect they might have on her, be it pain or pleasure… or both…

Finally, Janelle turned around, quickly stuffing a white-strapped ballgag into Vanessa’s mouth and buckling it shut behind her head.

“And for you…” she said, turning to Lacy…

Lacy glanced up to see a gag that looked like a black leather pacifier – with a thick, eight inch dildo protruding from its center, covered in lube. Within seconds, Janelle had secured it into the wide-eyed girl’s mouth and buckled it shut behind her head, essentially turning her face into a fucking machine.

“I want to see how well my new slave gives, as well as gets,” Janelle said, stroking the back of her fingers along Lacy’s face.

“Vanessa, on the bed, hands and knees,” she commanded, snapping her fingers. Vanessa quickly scrambled into place and assumed the position, her shapely, eager ass arching seductively…

Janelle turned down to Lacy. “Up,” she said, snapping again, “On your feet.” Lacy obeyed, standing before her Mistress, her anxious, expectant eyes just begging for instruction, begging to be put to use. Janelle smiled and grabbed the girl’s shoulders, turning her around to face Vanessa and pulling her arms behind her back, quickly securing them in place with a pair of white leather wrist cuffs. She leaned in, kissing the nervous girl’s shoulder and neck, and traced her tongue up to the girl’s earlobe.

“Tease her,” she whispered, bending Lacy down, bringing her face directly behind Vanessa, the tip of Lacy’s dildo gag quickly finding its way between Vanessa’s legs, brushing delicately against her clit. Vanessa shuddered and moaned softly, wiggling her ass in response, eager for more.

Janelle stepped her foot in between Lacy’s legs, kicking her feet apart, spreading the girl’s legs. Then, the way cleared, she reached in between the girl’s legs, slowly running her fingertips back from her clit, over her pussy, to her asshole, then back forwards, teasing her, happy to find her growing wetter by the second.

“Lacy,” Janelle commanded, “fuck Vanessa’s ass.”

Lacy had never even looked at an asshole, let alone fucked one with her face, but she was determined to do her best. Any feelings of squeamishness that she might have once had were gone, muted by the simple fact that if Janelle wanted it, Lacy wanted it.  

She traced the tip of the dildo back from Vanessa’s clit, delicately positioning it against Vanessa’s tight, dark-skinned hole, teasing it forward against her, the slippery rubber cock flirting with penetration. “Go on, Lacy,” Janelle said sternly, still stroking the girl’s pussy, “Enter her.”

Lacy took a deep breath, then craned her neck forward, Vanessa’s ass stretching to accept the dildo, enveloping it inch by inch as Lacy guided it inside of her…

“Easy,” Janelle said, grabbing a fistful of Lacy’s hair and holding her head still, giving Vanessa’s ass a chance to expand and adjust to the dildo. “Start slow, ease into it,” she explained. She bucked the tip of her strap-on against Lacy’s ass, snarling, “You wouldn’t like it if I rammed this straight up your tight little asshole, would you?”

Lacy gave a loud, fearful whimper through her gag, Janelle smiling wickedly behind her, pulling the girl’s hair back, slowly guiding the dildo back out of Vanessa’s ass.

“Like that – in slowly, out slowly, and then back in, deeper,” she said.

Lacy gave a muffled moan, feeling completely objectified, little more than her Mistress’ surrogate cock. Slowly, carefully, she pushed the dildo back forward, watching in awe as Vanessa’s ass quickly stretched around it, accepting it as it gradually pushed further and further inside of her. Vanessa gave a low moan, her hips pushing back against the dildo, taking it even deeper up her ass.

“See?” Janelle said. “Now she’s ready for more. Give it to her.”

Lacy obediently pushed deeper, the dildo more than halfway up Vanessa’s ass. Vanessa moaned again, louder this time, and Lacy reversed course pulling back a few inches, then back in…

“Good,” Janelle cooed, releasing her hair. She repositioned her strap-on against Lacy’s wet pussy, still teasing her, delaying the inevitable, filling the girl with anticipation. “You want it so badly, don’t you?”

“Mmmm-hmmm…” came Lacy’s muffled response. Janelle chuckled softly, enjoying toying with the girl. She decided to torment the girl, slowly sliding just the tip of the strap-on into her pussy, grinning at Lacy’s anticipatory whimper.

“Is that enough for you, girl?” Janelle asked sweetly.

Lacy, still working the dildo in and out of Vanessa’s ass, could only gently shake her head, whimpering out, “Mmmm-mmm…”

“No?” Janelle asked, sliding it in another half inch. “Is that better?”

Lacy gave a loud whine, desperate for her Mistress to be fully inside her.

“I see,” Janelle said, smiling. “Well then…”

Grabbing hold of Lacy’s hips, she bucked forward, fully penetrating her with one swift motion, the girl giving out a piercing moan of surprise, rocking forward uncontrollably, driving the dildo even deeper into Vanessa’s ass.

“…I suppose this is more to your liking?”

“Mmmm-hmmm!” Lacy cried out through her gag, beginning to work her neck into a steady rhythm, the dildo pumping in and out of Vanessa’s ass. Janelle smiled and matched Lacy’s rhythm, working the strap-on in and out of the girl’s pussy in perfect time with Lacy’s dildo.

“You want it harder? Faster? Deeper?” Janelle growled. “You’re going to have to give it to Vanessa in order to receive it from me…”

Lacy and Vanessa moaned simultaneously at the thought, Vanessa knowing full-well that Lacy’s insatiable desire to get fucked meant that things were about to get… intense…

It didn’t take long. Almost immediately, Lacy significantly sped up her rhythm working the dildo in and out of Vanessa’s ass almost twice as before. Sure enough, Janelle followed suit, speeding up her thrusts, matching the girl. Lacy squealed at the sensation – it had been ages since she had been fucked, and her body had been starving for sex more than she had realized. Now, with Janelle’s strap-on thrusting in and out of her, she felt as if a sexual floodgate had been released. Lacy wanted all that she could get – her body simply demanded it.

She gave a happy growl of delight, thrusting her neck forward in quick, repetitive jolts, burying the dildo deep up Vanessa’s ass again and again, as fast and as hard as her muscles would allow. Vanessa gave out a long, drawn out, stuttering moan, each one of Lacy’s thrusts taking her breath away. Behind Lacy, Janelle was grinning at the sight of her two happy slaves, and gave Lacy a hard smack on the ass, adding some sharp pain into the mix.

Lacy whimpered appreciatively, ramming the cock with full force into Vanessa’s ass, fully burying it inside of her with each thrust. Vanessa’s moans grew lower and lower, until she was giving a sharp, animalistic grunt with each penetrating slam of the dildo, enduring the pain and basking in the pleasure.

Finally, her neck beyond tired and sore, Lacy pulled the dildo from Vanessa’s ass, lowering her achy head, giving a deflated, whiny moan as she caught her breath, disappointed that her neck couldn’t keep up with her cunt. She wanted more…

Janelle pulled out of the girl, pleased to see her exert herself so fully in order to be fucked by her Mistress. It would be cruel to stop now, she reasoned…

“Vanessa, move forward,” she said, grabbing Lacy’s shoulder and pulling her upright, then turning her around and guiding her back to the bed, pushing her down on her back. Janelle smiled wickedly down at her, grabbing her ankles and pulling them up into the air, her ravenous, vulnerable pussy positioned at the edge of the bed, just a few dangerous inches away from her Mistress’ strap-on…

“Such a good slut,” Janelle cooed, bucking forward, returning the dildo to Lacy’s pussy. Vanessa turned around, repositioning herself over Lacy’s face and looking to Janelle for permission. Janelle nodded, and Vanessa quickly lowered herself down, letting Lacy’s dildo gag impale her ass once more.

Janelle began fucking Lacy again, as fast and as hard as she pleased now, smiling approvingly as Vanessa bounced up and down over Lacy’s face, her ass riding the dildo with the skill of a talented, well-practiced slave. Lacy moaned, her eyes wide at the sight of Vanessa’s voluptuous ass neatly riding her face.

“I want you to cum for me, Lacy,” Janelle said breathlessly, her hips flying back and forth, reaming Lacy’s pussy. “Cum as hard as you can…”

Lacy whimpered and shut her eyes, focusing on the overwhelming pleasure surging through her body with each one of Janelle’s thrusts. She was close, and as Janelle pushed her legs forward, bending the girl’s midsection upwards and allowing the strap-on to slide directly against her g-spot, she felt the intensity escalate higher than she had ever imagined possible.

She clenched her fists and curled her toes, letting out a moan that sounded more like a scream, a tidal wave of orgasmic ecstasy washing through her, leaving her face flushed, her extremities tingling. Vanessa came to a slow stop on the dildo, lifting herself off and moaning with pained pleasure as her gaping ass began to contract, collapsing onto the bed beside Lacy. Janelle hammered her strap-on in a few final times as the last waves of the orgasm rippled through Lacy’s body. She held the dildo deep inside of Lacy for a few moments, sighing with exhausted approval of the two gorgeous young women before her.

Then, she pulled out, Lacy giving a soft murmur at the sensation of the dildo exiting her now hyper-sensitive pussy. Janelle smiled at the sound, unbuckling her strap-on and setting it aside, then climbing onto the bed beside her two girls. She wrapped her arms around Lacy, spooning her from behind and nibbling on her ear, softly caressing the girl’s breasts.

“Did I make you feel good, Lacy?” Janelle whispered.

“Yes, Janelle,” Lacy replied, still breathless from the constant stimulation.

Janelle smiled, moving Lacy onto her back and straddling her, positioning herself over top of the girl’s face.

“Well, now it’s your turn to make me feel good,” she said, lowering her asshole just centimeters above the girl’s quivering lips. “Go on,” she said, feeling Lacy’s hot, shuddering breath against her delicate skin. “Eat it.”

Doing everything she could to silence her squeamishness, Lacy slowly stuck out her tongue, gingerly laying it over Janelle’s asshole, whimpering as she gave it a soft, slow lick.

“Vanessa,” Janelle said, “show Lacy how it’s supposed to be done.”

Janelle grabbed Lacy’s ankles and pulled them up to her shoulders as Vanessa happily crawled in between the girl’s legs, eagerly running her tongue over her tight, virgin asshole, teasing it, tracing the tip around her sphincter. Every instinct Lacy had told her that her ass was a completely private, taboo area, and to have someone looking at it, touching it, licking it… it just felt completely… wrong to her…

And all the same, she couldn’t help but give a loud moan as Vanessa began working her tongue up inside of her, a moan that was quickly silenced by Janelle lowering herself back down onto the girl’s open mouth.

“Like that, slut,” she commanded, her voice firmer than Lacy had ever heard it. “Licking your Mistress is a privilege – convince me that you appreciate it.”

Lacy gave a muffled moan, cupping her lips over Janelle’s ass and lapping her tongue over the woman’s hole, quickly picking up her intensity, soon matching Vanessa’s eager style. The taste wasn’t what Lacy had expected - instead of making her gag like she had feared, it made her… aroused, intoxicating her with lust as it gradually filled her mouth. The speed of her licks increased, and before long, she was working her tongue up inside of her Mistress, moaning happily all the while. She felt like a slut, a filthy slut, and for the first time, she didn’t just feel okay with it – she felt proud of it.

“Mmmm,” Janelle cooed, slowly rocking up and down on her girl’s tongue, grinding her ass over Lacy’s face. “That’s my good little whore.” She reached down, rubbing happily at her engorged clit as Lacy licked at her ass, furiously circling her fingertips over her dripping pussy, her head tilted back, mouth open and moaning.

“Ooh,” she moaned, her face pained with pleasure. “Lick me harder, Lacy. Harder.”

Lacy shook her face, wagging her tongue back and forth over Janelle’s tight hole. She could start to taste the flavor of her pussy dripping down, and knew that Janelle was close…

Then, the woman began a piercing orgasm, moaning in quick, short bursts as her body began to swell with mind-numbing pleasure.

“Ffffuck…” Janelle moaned out, her voice shrill, her face contorted, her climax pulsing through her body like electricity, her pussy’s cum dribbling out onto Lacy’s chin and neck.

Finally, Janelle caught her breath and lifted her ass off of Lacy’s mouth, then bent forward, grabbing Vanessa by her hair and pulling the whimpering girl up, positioning her over top of Lacy.

“Hold her, Lacy,” Janelle commanded before getting up from the bed, moving to her dresser full of toys. Lacy wrapped her arms around Vanessa, their mouths instantly connecting, their tongues swirling together, the two of them sharing the intoxicating taste of a good, deep rimjob, Vanessa licking Janelle’s cum off of Lacy’s chin. Lacy barely even noticed as Janelle grabbed her wrists and cuffed them tight around Vanessa’s waist.

“Roll over, girls,” she instructed. Barely breaking their kiss, Lacy and Vanessa obeyed, Lacy now on top, and soon, Vanessa’s hands were cuffed behind Lacy’s back, the two of them happily locked in to their embrace.

Janelle rose from the bed, untying her corset and removing her stockings, soon revealing her naked body before the two girls. She moved back to her dresser, pulling open the lower drawer and bending down, removing a long bamboo cane and turning back to face the two of them.

“You handle pleasure quite well, Lacy,” Janelle said, tapping the cane in the palm of her hand, then slowly laying it against Lacy’s ass. “Now let’s see how you handle pain.”

Fear began to build in Lacy’s eyes as Janelle slowly traced the tip of the cane in swooping curves over Lacy’s backside. Vanessa steeled her with a strong, reassuring glace, holding her in tightly.

“Does pain frighten you, Lacy?” Janelle asked, still teasing the girl with the tip of the cane.

“Yes, Janelle…” Lacy said in a hushed, fearful voice.

“And how does it feel to be frightened?”

Lacy swallowed, then answered, “A little overwhelming, Janelle…”

WHAP!

Lacy gritted her teeth, wincing in pain as the cane cracked across her ass with a sharp, biting sting.

“Tell me, Lacy,” Janelle said, her voice soft and calm. “How did that feel?”

“It hurt, Janelle,” Lacy said, her breath quickening.

WHAP!

Lacy cried out for an instant, quickly biting her lip and stifling it, Vanessa gently caressing her lower back and gazing into her eyes with the empathy of a fellow slave.

“Do you know how much it pleases me to see you submit to a beating?” Janelle asked.

“…No, Janelle…” Lacy answered.

WHAP!

“It pleases me greatly,” Janelle said plainly. “You suffer beautifully.”

Lacy, her eyes beginning to water from the lingering pain accumulating across her ass, could only gasp out a choked, “Yes, Janelle…”

“And you enjoy pleasing me, correct?”

Lacy took another breath, then quickly answered, “More than anything, Janelle.”

WHAP!

The cane cracked against her ass again, leaving a neat red stripe, Janelle’s most vicious hit yet. A single tear ran down Lacy’s face, and Vanessa gently licked at it, savoring its salty taste on her tongue.

“So if you enjoy pleasing me more than anything, and if submitting yourself to a beating pleases me, then you enjoy being beaten, don’t you Lacy?”

Lacy hesitated, fearful of admitting that Janelle was right.

WHAP!

“I said, don’t you, Lacy?”

“Yes, Janelle, yes!” Lacy cried out through a sob.

WHAP!

“Then don’t you think you ought to thank me when I hit you, Lacy?”

Lacy shuddered, focusing all of her will towards enduring the pain.

“Thank… you, Janelle…” she stammered out.

WHAP!

“What was that?” Janelle asked.

“Thank you, Janelle!” Lacy cried out.

Janelle smiled, playing with the cane in her hands. “You’re welcome, slut. You want more don’t you?”

“I… I don’t know how much more I can take…”

WHAP!

Lacy cried out, more tears rolling down her face, her entire body shuddering in Vanessa’s arms.

“I will decide how much you can take, Lacy.” Janelle said sternly. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, Janelle,” Lacy sobbed. “Thank you, Janelle…”

WHAP!

“You’re welcome.”

Janelle set the cane down and leaned in, laying her hands over Janelle’s battered asscheeks and gently kneading them, her thumbs tracing over Lacy’s pussy, neatly centered between rosy, red stripes of pain. She leaned in, slowly running her tongue up Lacy’s pussy, up over her asshole, up to the top of her crack.

“Soon, you’ll be my helpless little painslut,” Janelle whispered, “begging me for more.”

With that, Janelle sank her teeth into the small of Lacy’s back, sucking at her skin, marking her. Lacy squealed with pain, clenching her jaw, doing her best to endure it.

“Yes… Janelle…” Lacy shrieked out through the pain.

Janelle finally relented, releasing the girl’s skin and admiring the fresh, circular bite marks.

“Such a good girl,” Janelle cooed, climbing onto the bed with them, rolling them over onto their sides and spooning Lacy from behind, kissing her neck. “I’m so lucky to own you,” she whispered.

Lacy shuddered at the sound of the words. Janelle had always been so cold, so hardened… to know her like this, to see her in her most private, intimate form, to share her emotions, to feel her inside of her head… something about it all just filled Lacy with uncontrollable desire.

“I’m lucky, too, Janelle,” she whispered back. “I never knew anything could… feel like this.”

Janelle smiled and gave Lacy’s neck another kiss.

“It’s only just beginning, Lacy,” she whispered, sharing a knowing glance with Vanessa over Lacy’s shoulder. “Tomorrow, your real training begins, and everything you know will change.”

Lacy shuddered at the thought, embracing her anxiety, feeding off of it. Everything had already changed for her… the thought of training, the thought of more changes… it was dizzying and overwhelming…

But Lacy knew there was no use fighting or questioning it. All that she could do was submit to it, endure it, and strive to be a more perfect slut for her Mistress. Vanessa had been right about her – she was a fast learner.

“Now rest, Lacy,” Janelle whispered. “You’re going to need it.”

**********

P  A  R  T    4

Vanessa woke Lacy up with a gentle kiss, smiling at her as she slowly opened her eyes.

“How’d you sleep?” she asked softly, the two of them still intertwined and cuffed together.

“Fine,” she replied, smiling shyly. In reality, she had slept wonderfully. It had been ages since she had spent the night in someone else’s arms, and the feeling of skin on skin, the shared body warmth, the sensation of Vanessa’s breath on her neck – it had lulled her into a peaceful, sensual slumber that had lasted throughout the entire night, despite her limited mobility.

“Good, you two are up,” Janelle said, entering from the bathroom in her robe. She uncuffed them, helping Lacy sit up as she slowly rotated her stiff arms. “Into the shower now, both of you,” she said. “We have a big day at the office today.”

Vanessa and Lacy stood and started towards the bathroom, but Janelle stopped them, and moved down to her drawers.

“But first,” she said, rooting through her things, “I want the two of you nice and close.”

She stood back up, holding two small chains, intricate looking clamps at both ends of each one. “Turn and face each other,” she said, clamping one chain onto Vanessa’s left nipple, pinching it tightly below her stud, then clamping the other on the right.

“These are some of my favorites,” Janelle explained as she took the opposite end of each chain and clamped them onto Lacy’s nipples, smiling at her faint murmur of discomfort, connecting the two women face to face, breast to breast. “If you pull on them, they will only squeeze tighter. You see?” She demonstrated by pulling the chain on one of Lacy’s clamps. Sure enough, the harder she pulled, the harder it squeezed, and Lacy winced with pain.

“Of course, if you pull hard enough…”

Janelle gave the chain a firm tug, and despite the equally firm tightening of the clamp, it came off of Lacy’s nipple with a soft SNAP.

Janelle reattached the clamp, stroking her hand through the pouting girl’s hair. “Now go and help each other wash up,” she commanded. “If any of those clamps come off, you will both be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Janelle,” the girls answered in unison before slowly, carefully, and somewhat awkwardly making their way into the bathroom, Vanessa walking backwards.

The two cautiously made their way into Janelle’s elegant clawfoot tub, Lacy shuddering as the water came on, cold at first, then warmer. She could feel her nipples hardening between the clamps, which only intensified the pain, a steady, throbbing pressure that, for some reason, made her weak in the knees.

She liked the pain, she realized. Every moment she spent enduring it was a moment filled with thoughts of Janelle, and the firm control she held over her. The pain was inside of her, and Janelle had put it there. For whatever reason, Lacy found that comforting, arousing even.

As Vanessa began lathering body wash over her arms, Lacy slowly, delicately ran her hands over her asscheeks, feeling the swollen contours of the striped welts from last night’s beating, closing her eyes and gasping quietly to herself at how hot the skin still felt to the touch.

Smiling, Vanessa reached around and placed her soapy hands over Lacy’s, softly pressing them in against her ass, releasing a perfect rush of aching pain through the girl’s body, pulling her in close against her. “They’re wonderful, aren’t they?” Vanessa whispered. Lacy nodded weakly, her mind processing the pain, flashing back to the deep subspace Janelle had put her in last night.

“And you like the way it hurts,” she said, clenching her fingers in on Lacy’s ass, pushing her. “I can tell.”

“Yes…” Lacy said, practically a moan. Vanessa smiled at her.

“That’s why you belong with us,” she whispered, leaning in and sliding her tongue into Lacy’s mouth. The two of them kissed deeply, Lacy reaching up to tenderly hold Vanessa’s face in her hands and Vanessa continuing to rub and squeeze at her sore ass, enjoying the girl’s breathy whimpers. It was a side of Vanessa that Lacy hadn’t seen yet. The Vanessa she knew was a confident, sensual, and highly capable submissive, but this Vanessa had just a touch of sadism, a piercing hunger for control that seemed to swirl within her green eyes as she playfully tormented Lacy’s welts.

And judging by how hard Lacy was kissing her, by how wet the pain was making her, Lacy liked it.

A playful twinkle in her eye, Vanessa reached up and took hold of the chains dangling from Lacy’s nipples. Slowly, teasingly, she began to tug at them, Lacy gasping as they clenched down on her delicate flesh.

“Vanessa… please… careful…” she stammered, trying in vain to arch her chest forward to counter the tension, not at all eager to lose a clamp and disappoint her Mistress for the first time.

“Just trust me,” Vanessa whispered, pulling even harder, Lacy biting her lip as the pain intensified. “Pull mine, too.”

Ever submissive, Lacy obeyed, taking the chains and pulling gently at Vanessa’s nipples.

“Mmmm,” Vanessa purred, enjoying the pain. “Harder, Lacy, please. Don’t worry, my studs won’t let them come off...”

It was true – with her piercings in place, Vanessa’s clamps wouldn’t come off without some serious pulling.  Still, Lacy was hesitant – she didn’t like flirting with punishment…

Vanessa gave Lacy’s nipples a sharp yank, the clamps nearly coming off. Lacy yelped in pain, gritting her teeth.

“Pull mine or I’ll pull yours,” Vanessa said, grinning mischievously.

Lacy gave a frustrated whine, but gave in, pulling Vanessa’s nipples harder and harder, until she was gasping in masochistic pleasure.

“Harder Lacy…” she gasped, “harder…”

“Vanessa, please, they’re going to come off…”

But Vanessa ignored her, instead tugging even harder at Lacy’s nipples, the left clamp slowly beginning to slip as skin painfully stretched out of its tightening grasp.

“Mine or yours, Lacy,” Vanessa said. “And your clamps will come off a lot faster than mine.”

Her face twisted with pain and frustration, Lacy had no choice but to give Vanessa what she wanted, pulling the chains even harder, stretching Vanessa’s nipples to their limit, inches out from her body. Vanessa grunted with pain, lowering her head and clenching her face, bearing it, enjoying it. Lacy couldn’t help but feel turned on at the sight, this gorgeous pain slut in front of her…

“Me too…” Lacy whispered, unable to help herself. “I want it, Vanessa…”

Vanessa grinned at her through her pain, pausing for a moment, then giving Lacy’s chains a sharp yank, her nipples stretching out in front of her.

 Lacy threw her head back, her mouth opened in a silent scream, the fiery pain in her nipples shooting straight into her brain, sending her endorphins into a rushed frenzy that seemed to circulate throughout her entire body.

“Fuck…” Lacy moaned, her voice breaking, her legs wobbling beneath her. She swallowed, taking in a sharp breath, then looked back down at Vanessa, an uncontrollable fire in her eyes.

“Harder,” she said, her voice low and rough, a carnal, masochistic force taking control.

“Lacy, I can’t pull them much harder without…”

Lacy gave Vanessa’s chains a hard, angry tug, submitting to her own darkest desires. Vanessa gave a soft shriek of pain and surprise, then looked at Lacy as if seeing her in a whole new light.

“Harder,” she repeated.

Vanessa took a breath, nodding, then pulled harder still, the clamps just barely clinging on to Lacy’s nipples. As more and more of her tender skin slipped out of the clamps’ grasp, the pain grew more and more intense…

…And her pussy grew wetter and wetter.

“Unnngghh!”

Riding a wave of unrestrained arousal, Lacy wailed and suddenly threw her shoulders back, away from Vanessa, jerking herself away from the clamps.

SNAP SNAP!

Flushed and out of breath, Lacy slowly looked down in shock at what she’d done. The chains dangled freely off of Vanessa – Lacy’s nipples were bare.

The two women locked eyes, the water rushing over them.

“I… I don’t know what came over me…” Lacy finally said.

Vanessa arched an eyebrow, looking the girl over.

“I think you know exactly what came over you,” she said.

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Now dressed, Janelle couldn’t help but smile as she gazed down at her two naked slaves kneeling before her in the bedroom, shaking her head, the clamps still dangling loosely from Vanessa’s nipples.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you Lacy?” she asked.

Lacy swallowed. “No, Janelle,” she said, her voice quiet and ashamed.

Janelle leaned down, grabbing both chains in her hand and ripping them off of Vanessa’s nipples, Vanessa shrieking and shuddering. She neatly folded them in her hand, and calmly returned them to her drawer of toys, then turned back to the two of them.

“If I didn’t know better,” she began, eyeing Lacy, “I’d say that you enjoy pain, Lacy. Would you agree?”

Lacy let out a sigh before admitting, “Yes, Janelle.”

Janelle stood before her, seeming to tower over her, then casually leaned down, grabbing a fistful of Lacy’s hair and pulling her head back.

SMACK!

She slapped her across the face, hard, staring curiously into her eyes as the girl let out a pained, whimpering moan.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked, her voice low.

“…Yes, Janelle…” Lacy confessed, the warm tingling in the girl’s cheek sending rushes of pleasure through her body, warming her pussy…

Janelle smiled and released the girl’s hair.

“Very interesting,” she muttered. “I suppose you’re just a whore for attention, wherever you can get it, aren’t you?”

Lacy looked up at her, confident and unafraid. “Yes, Janelle,” she said.

Janelle’s smile slowly dropped, and she stared down at Lacy with hardened eyes.

“Then today you will receive none. You may not look at me until I say otherwise. I also do not wish to hear your voice, so you may not speak. At the office, Vanessa will answer all calls. Is that understood?”

Lacy sighed, nodding and turning her face down to the floor.

“Good girl. Now, before you two get dressed…” Janelle said, moving back to her drawers and rooting around for something. She found it, and turned around, facing the girls.

In her hand were two metal plugs, shaped like small, curved rockets.

“Bend over. Both of you.”

The girls obeyed, and Janelle kneeled behind them. Lacy felt a cold drop of lube splash down onto her asshole. She turned her head on the floor, facing Vanessa, who looked back at her with a calm smile on her face.

Lacy felt the cold, smooth tip of one of the plugs against her ass, Janelle rotating it in a small circle, tracing the outline of Lacy’s sphincter. Lacy couldn’t help but give out a nervous moan… she had never had anything inside of her ass before…

SMACK!

Janelle gave Lacy’s still-striped ass a hard, painful slap.

“I told you I don’t want to hear your voice,” Janelle snarled. Lacy took in a sharp breath, struggling to contain a whimper, and bit her lip.

Janelle turned back to the plug, continuing to tease Lacy’s hole for a few moments. Then, Lacy felt her begin to push, the tip of the plug sliding in, her ass gradually expanding to take more and more of it. It took all of Lacy’s effort not to moan at this new sensation.

Finally, Janelle worked the plug in to its widest point, Lacy’s legs quivering beneath her. With one last gentle push, her ass greedily took in the rest of the plug, her sphincter collapsing around its tapered base.

“Very good, Lacy…” Janelle said, moving behind Vanessa. “And now you…”

Vanessa’s plug went in faster and easier than Lacy’s, her experience shining through. Janelle smiled at the two of them, pleased, and pulled what looked like a small garage door opener out of her purse.

“Now Lacy, you and Vanessa will wear your plugs at all times today,” Janelle explained. “And if I wish to see either one of you in my office…”

She pressed one of the buttons on the device.

Immediately, Lacy began to squirm involuntarily, her breath taken away, her eyes bulging. Inside of her ass, the plug was shooting a steady, clicking current of electricity, shocking her from the inside out.

“…You’ll know immediately,” Janelle finished, releasing the button, a sadistic smirk across her face.

Her eyes still wide, Lacy looked to Vanessa, suddenly realizing what she had seen yesterday at the office…

The look of discomfort… the sudden, “random” trip into Janelle’s office…

She was being… paged.

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What a difference a day makes…

Lacy could hardly believe how much had changed since her last day at work. In just twenty-four hours, she had been drawn into something that had quickly become incredibly important to her, more important than anything else. Lacy was a submissive, a painslut, a slave.

She was owned.

But ironically enough, Lacy had never felt freer. As she sat down at her desk, gingerly adjusting her weight onto the base of the plug still buried in her ass, she felt happy and confident, ready to tackle whatever the day might send her way. She was Janelle’s good girl, and she now knew just how capable she was of handling herself under intense stress. And if she ever under-performed, well, Janelle would be right there to correct the problem.

She had nowhere to go but up.

Vanessa took her seat across from Lacy, thoughtfully bringing her a cup of coffee. The two of them had carpooled to work, Lacy wearing one of Vanessa’s spare outfits, with Janelle perhaps an hour behind them. And while yesterday, Lacy had felt nothing but dread as Janelle’s arrival to the office neared, today, she could hardly contain her excitement. Today, her training would officially begin.

Today, Janelle had told her, everything would change.

Her excitement was so strong that Lacy quickly developed a near Pavlovian reaction to the sound of the elevator opening. With each loud ding, she felt a happy chill run down her spine, and she would crane her neck around the corner to see if it was her Mistress stepping off the elevator.

Finally, after an hour that felt like much longer to Lacy, Janelle arrived. But there was no ding from the elevator doors opening, and there was no sign of her in the office space…

Instead, Lacy felt a steady stream of electricity begin to flow from the plug, forcing a shudder out of her. She quickly looked up at Vanessa, the girl obviously feeling a similar shock, the two of them nodding at each other silently.

Janelle was on her way in.

Lacy followed Vanessa into Janelle’s office, closing the door behind her. Vanessa knelt on the floor in front of Janelle’s desk, her head bowed, and Lacy quickly followed suit, kneeling beside her.

Then they waited.

After a minute or two, the door opened, and Janelle stepped in, closing the door behind her and smiling down at her two obedient slaves.

“Good girls,” she said softly.

She took her coat off, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door, then moved to her desk, taking a seat.

“Vanessa,” she said curtly.

“Good morning Janelle,” Vanessa quickly said, raising her head and looking Janelle in the eye as she spoke. “You have an urgent message from Mitch Landis – he’s ready to sign the deal on Sherman Plaza, and would like to sign the contracts sometime today.”

“Good,” Janelle said, tapping a pencil on her desk. “What else?”

“Lacy re-organized your schedule for today after receiving notice that the meeting with the junior partners had to be rescheduled for next week,” Vanessa said. “Your morning is now clear until 11:30, when you have a lunch meeting with Hector.”

“He wants a promotion,” Janelle muttered, half to herself. “Make sure I have a copy of his most recent deal reports by 11:00.”

“Yes, Janelle,” Vanessa said.

“Did Lacy type of the minutes from the property scout?”

“Yes, Janelle.”

“Good,” Janelle said. “I’ll need those right away, along with your recommendations of potential assets. Make sure you show Lacy how that works.”

“Yes, Janelle.”

“Oh, and Vanessa,” Janelle added, “Clear my schedule from 2:00 on.”

“Of course, Janelle. May I ask why?”

Janelle’s thin, red lips curled up into a smile.

“You know why.”

Vanessa didn’t blink an eye, giving Janelle an obedient nod.

“Yes, Janelle,” she said, hesitating a moment and then adding, “May I speak with you privately?”

Janelle shot Vanessa a quizzical look. “You have no privacy, Vanessa,” she said.

“Please, Janelle,” Vanessa said, undeterred, her voice uncharacteristically insistent.

Janelle furrowed her brow, Vanessa catching her by surprise. Lacy, her head still bowed, widened her eyes, wondering what the hell was going on. Vanessa knew better than to request her Mistress’ time. And just what did she need to talk to her about?

Then, to Lacy’s amazement, Janelle swallowed and said, “As you wish, Vanessa. Lacy, please leave us.”

Lacy rose and quickly left the office, returning to her desk utterly confused.

As you wish? Was she joking?

If it had been sarcasm, Lacy hadn’t been able to tell. She had been staring at the floor, not reading Janelle’s face. But Janelle simply wasn’t the sarcastic type…

No, Lacy decided, something else was going on. But like yesterday, when Vanessa had been secretly paged into Janelle’s office, Lacy felt left completely in the dark. They were hiding something from her, and she didn’t like it.

But, if Janelle was willing to grant Vanessa a private conversation, then there was nothing Lacy could do about it. All she could do was sit and wonder what was so important for Vanessa to feel the need to make such a bold request, and why she had been left out of the loop.

…smack…

Lacy perked up, hearing the faintest sound of a spanking coming from behind Janelle’s thick door. Vanessa’s being punished, Lacy thought to herself. That made sense. But why not do it in front of Lacy? Wouldn’t she want to make an example of Vanessa in front of her? Something just wasn’t adding up…

…smack…

Lacy just hoped that she hadn’t inadvertently done something wrong. But then again, if she had done something wrong, wouldn’t she be the one getting punished?

The spanking stopped, and Lacy strained her ear to try and hear what was going on. She thought she could hear voices for a moment, but there was no way to tell what was being said.

Don’t eavesdrop, she thought to herself, turning back to her computer monitor, no matter how curious you are. Just focus on your…

BZZZZZ.

The plug in Lacy’s ass began to vibrate, shocking her, catching her off guard and interrupting her train of thought.

She was being summoned.

Good, she thought, not enjoying being isolated. It had felt like punishment not knowing what was going on – but then again, perhaps that was the way Janelle intended it.

Lacy rose from her seat, moving to the door, hesitating for some reason before entering. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t shake the thought that something was still odd. Everything will change, she could hear Janelle saying…

Lacy opened the door and stepped inside, freezing at what she saw, her eyes wide.

Janelle was bent over her own desk, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her panties pulled down around her ankles, her ass bright pink from a hard spanking. And behind her stood Vanessa, smiling as she rubbed at Janelle’s clit with one hand and finished buzzing Lacy with the other.

“Kneel Lacy,” Vanessa said, still working Janelle. “I want you to see this.”

Completely stunned, Lacy could only stare at Vanessa and then Janelle, who turned her head to face her, looking into the girl’s confused eyes.

“Obey her, Lacy,” Janelle commanded.

Her face still locked in confusion, Lacy slowly knelt.

Vanessa intensified her efforts, her hand flying back and forth at a blistering pace over Janelle’s clit. Before long, she was on the edge of climaxing, her breathing loud and labored, her face flushed.

“Please Vanessa…” Janelle moaned softly, “may I cum?”

Lacy’s jaw dropped a little.

“Yes, Janelle, you may cum,” Vanessa answered, Janelle quickly responding with a long, steady moan as an orgasm began rippling through her body. Satisfied with her work, Vanessa gave an out of breath Janelle a hard slap on the ass, then smiled, an idea striking her.

“I nearly forgot,” she muttered, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down over her hips.

She slowly, gingerly pulled the plug out of her ass, then held it before her face for a few moments, inspecting it. “Here slut,” she said, moving to face Janelle and sliding it into her mouth. “Clean it.”

To Lacy’s complete astonishment, Janelle offered no resistance, and instead, lovingly sucked at the plug, fresh from Vanessa’s ass.

Lacy would have given anything to ask what the fuck was going on, but she was still under strict orders not to speak, and even in such bizarre, disorienting circumstances, her submissive resolve remained.

Vanessa turned to her, as if reading her thoughts. “I suppose you want to know what’s going on, don’t you?”

Lacy nodded weakly.

“First off,” Vanessa said, stepping towards her and standing over her, “I think that I ought to re-introduce myself. You know me as Vanessa Sullivan, but that isn’t completely accurate.”

She held her hand out, a devious smile on her face.

“My actual name is Vanessa Moss,” she said, reaching down and taking Lacy’s hand, shaking it.

Lacy’s eyes widened even further. Moss? As in Kendrick & Moss?

Vanessa grinned, reading the girl’s face.

“Janelle and I started this firm several years back,” she said. “But I decided to hide my identity and pose as Janelle’s assistant. I did this so that I could stay in close contact with my slave at all times without arousing suspicion.”

Lacy opened her mouth to speak, but stopped herself.

“That’s right, Lacy,” Vanessa said coolly. “Janelle is my slave.”

Lacy turned her gaze to Janelle, still submissively spread out across the desk, her face turned back towards her. The two of them locked eyes, and Janelle, the plug still filling her mouth, flashed her a faint smile.

“God, I bet it’s just killing you not to speak right now, isn’t it?” Vanessa said through a chuckle. Lacy turned her gaze back up to her, nodding.

“Such a good girl,” Vanessa said, taking hold of Lacy’s face. “Janelle was absolutely right about you.  A perfectly obedient painslut. The perfect slave. She had you pegged from your very first day on the job, do you know that?”

Lacy’s head was spinning, struggling to comprehend the implications of what Vanessa was telling her. She gazed up into Vanessa’s green eyes, as if seeing her for the first time.

“She wanted a slave of her own, you see.” Vanessa explained. “She wanted you. And, eventually, when I thought she was ready, I gave her my permission to pursue you. But I knew that it wouldn’t be simple. You needed to be seduced. You needed to be broken. And you needed someone to show you how to submit. And so I posed as Janelle’s slave, a relatable sister-figure for you, someone you could learn from and emulate. I unlocked your innermost desires: your attraction to women, your need to submit, your hunger for pain… all of it. And now look at you. Look how far you’ve come in just a few days. You’re everything she’d hoped you would be.”

Vanessa moved back to Janelle, gently pulling the plug from her mouth. “You were wonderful these last few days, Janelle,” she said. “I’m very proud of you.”

“Thank you, Vanessa,” she answered.

“It’s good to be back in charge though,” Vanessa muttered. “I don’t know how you switches do it.”

She zipped her pants back up, starting out of the office. “Go ahead and re-orient yourself with your slave,” she commanded. “She’s going to need some time to process everything, but when she does, we’ll resume training her immediately.”

“Yes, Vanessa.”

Vanessa stopped in the doorway, turning back towards Janelle.

“Oh, and be sure and fire Hector if his tone is too impertinent. He’s a much less valuable broker than he thinks he is.”

“Yes, Vanessa.”

She exited, stepping past a still-stunned Lacy. Janelle slowly rose from her desk, pulling her panties up and straightening her skirt back down in place. She turned to Lacy, moving to her and kneeling in front of her, holding the girl’s face in her hands.

“You still belong to me,” Janelle said sternly. “Nothing changes. We just both belong to her.”

Lacy just stared blankly back at her Mistress, trying to reconcile what she had just heard with everything she knew about the woman.

“You may speak, Lacy,” Janelle said. “I want you to tell me that you understand, that you’re going to be able to move forward.”

Lacy remained silent, her thoughts, let alone her words, failing her.

“Lacy…” Janelle said, sighing. “I know this is confusing. But I am still your Mistress. You are still my slave.”

Tears began to form in the overwhelmed girl’s eyes. She knew that what Janelle was saying was true… but it was just so much to process. Everything had changed. She looked down to the floor, ashamed of her tears, wishing it weren’t so difficult for her, not understanding why it wasn’t as simple as Janelle was trying to make it sound.

“Lacy, look at me.”

Lacy lifted her head, her gaze finding its way back to Janelle’s ice-blue eyes.

“Lacy… I love you.”

A single tear ran down Lacy’s face at the sound of it.

“Lacy…”

Lacy leaned in, kissing her Mistress, a hard, passionate, grateful kiss.

I love you… It was all the simplicity Lacy needed.

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E  P  I  L  O  G  U  E

ONE YEAR LATER

“Miss Donnelly will see you now,”

Lacy watched with calm, calculating eyes as Vanessa showed Fiona, the mousy young receptionist, into her office. The girl was plain but pretty, with long brown hair, a pale complexion, and youthful freckles across her nose. She had always come across as somewhat timid, and Lacy wondered if the girl found her intimidating. But still, she had a subtle strength to her, an inner force that seemed to will her to keep her cool and handle pressure. Lacy admired that.

“Thanks so much for seeing me, Ma’am,” Fiona said as she took a seat in front of Lacy’s desk. “I know that your time is valuable.”

“Yes, Fiona, it is,” Lacy replied.  “But first off, please – call me Lacy. I don’t think ‘Ma’am’ quite suits me.”

“All right then… Lacy.”

Lacy smiled pleasantly at her. “So what was it that you wanted, Fiona?”

“Well…” she began, her shaky voice betraying her nerves. “Vanessa told me that you were once the receptionist, too, and that you worked your way up to junior partner within six months…”

Lacy eyed the girl, curious. “Yes, I did.”

Fiona paused, awkwardly, before shaking her head and continuing, “Right. Uh… anyway, I was just wondering if you might be willing to share any advice with me about how I might be able to advance within the company. Vanessa said you’d be a good person for me to talk to…”

“Did she?” Lacy asked, arching an eyebrow.

Fiona nodded sheepishly. “I mean, you’re kind of, like, my hero – going from the front desk to the back offices so quickly… How did you even do it?”

Lacy stifled a laugh.

“Well, for starters, I was very lucky,” Lacy said. “I had some incredible… training. I spent months learning the job firsthand from one of the best…”

“You mean Miss Kendrick?” Fiona asked. Lacy nodded.

“That’s right. She… saw something in me, I guess you could say.”

Fiona smiled excitedly. “That’s so cool,” she said, before quickly stiffening up slightly and correcting herself, “I mean, that must have been an exciting time…”

“It was,” Lacy said. “And I still learn from Janelle every day. She’s a wonderful teacher. That’s really the key to success here, you know – you have to be willing to learn.”

Fiona nodded eagerly, basking in Lacy’s wisdom.

“Tell me Fiona,” Lacy said, leaning forward in her chair. “Are you willing to learn?”

“Yes, of course…” Fiona answered, almost breathlessly.

“And you’re good at following instructions?”

“Yes, Ma’am… I mean, Lacy…”

Lacy smiled at the anxious girl.

“You know, I didn’t seek out my first promotion,” she said finally. “It sort of, came to me.”

“Oh…” Fiona said.

“But I respect you for coming in here and letting me know that you have ambitions,” Lacy said. “You intrigue me.”

“Thank you…”

“I will talk to Janelle – to Miss Kendrick,” Lacy said. “Perhaps there might be some room for you to… grow with us.”

Fiona lit up at the words. “Oh, thank you so much Ma’am. I’d seriously do anything for that to happen.”

Lacy smiled mysteriously to herself at the thought of that.

“You’re welcome Fiona,” Lacy said, shaking the girl’s hand as she stood up to exit. “And please…

“…call me Lacy.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Rynna Cress is a writer and activist living in Dayton, Ohio. When not holed up at home writing out her dark, erotic fantasies, she enjoys spending time outdoors with her beloved dogs, Ernie and Stella.

She welcomes all questions, comments, and feedback regarding her work at rynnacress@gmail.com, and humbly encourages anyone who enjoyed this story to help support her by posting their review on the book’s website. Thanks for reading!

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