Chapter Three
What should I wear? That was Zoe's first thought the next morning when she remembered what Lydia had said to her the previous night. Her second was whether she should go at all and the order of her thoughts sent a clear message to her that she had already decided that she was going! The day seemed to drag even though she spent loads of time going through her clothes, trying to find the perfect outfit that would demonstrate class and sophistication mixed with availability. She did not have that many clothes to choose from and certainly nothing that could compare to Lydia's designer chic. In the end, she fished out a bargain buy from a charity shop, a vintage black dress with a few sequins sewn in round the low cut bodice.
Strappy sandals with high heels complemented it well, she decided, rooting those out from the back of the wardrobe before she turned her attention to the question of lingerie. Again, it was not something that she possessed a lot of as most of her underwear was plain and simple cotton. In the end, Zoe picked out a classic black set of matching bra and panties then found some hold-up stockings in one of the drawers. It was only as she laid the ensemble out on her narrow bed that she wondered what she was doing. Her boss had spanked her then made her come twice and now she was going to go and see her and flaunt herself in the sexiest outfit that she possessed. Why? It wasn't as if she had ever had any encounters with women before apart from one brief kiss and fondle with her best friend when they were both about fifteen and wanted to explore each other's soft bodies. That had only got as far as them touching each other's breasts though before they had looked at each other and flushed scarlet with embarrassment. Zoe had never considered being with a woman since and yet, somehow, for some inexplicable reason, last night had left her excited and intrigued beyond measure. Puzzled, Zoe frowned and stared into the mirror on the back of her single wardrobe, wondering why she could not see shame and despair in her soft green eyes. Instead, there was excitement and desire and her body tingled with arousal as she stripped off her clothes and went to have a bath as the clock ticked past six.
Ready with fifteen minutes to spare, Zoe spent her time looking out of the window impatiently as she waited for the taxi to appear. Eventually, just a minute or so early, a car glided to a halt outside and a peremptory beep called her out. Embarrassment overwhelmed her totally as she got to the vehicle and saw that it was the same driver as the previous evening and she was about to open her mouth and apologise when he remarked, "Don't worry, the other woman said for me to put a towel down on the seat just in case you got a little over-excited by the journey!"
Zoe wanted the ground to open up and swallow her down whole as she stepped out and opened the door for her politely but she made her legs move, sliding into the car and finding that there was indeed a large towel spread over the back seat. She clipped her belt on as the taxi driver got back in the front and then the car eased away from the kerb and headed smoothly down the long avenue.
The journey only took a few minutes but Zoe spent that time studiously avoiding looking in the mirror in case the driver was watching her. Instead, she peered out of the window and saw the semi-detached houses, mainly built in the thirties, give way slowly to larger Victorian villas with enormous gardens hidden behind electronic gates. Unsurprisingly, it was one of those that Lydia lived in; a three storey, imposing edifice that was surrounded by immaculate lawns and what Zoe thought was a tennis court tucked away to one side behind a double garage as the car pulled up.
"A less exciting trip than yesterday," the driver stated with a wink as Zoe fumbled in her bag, trying to find her purse to pay him before he added as she held out a ten pound note, "No, no, it's all paid for, lady."
Thanking him politely, Zoe got out and walked towards the front door as the car pulled away, tyres scrabbling for grip on the gravel. She rang the bell, an original fitting by the look of it, and waited, looking round enviously at the peaceful surroundings of the building. Although it was only a few minutes away from her flat, it was a far cry from the squalid road she lived in. The door opened abruptly and Lydia smiled at her then beckoned her forward, kissing her on the cheek before she told Zoe to follow her into the drawing room.
Zoe wanted to giggle at the idea of a drawing room as it was something she had only read about in Victorian novels or seen in old films. It was an impressive space however with three large leather sofas spread around, all facing the fireplace where a log fire was burning merrily. Surprisingly, it was only after taking in those features that Zoe's eyes flickered to the tall man who was standing in front of the crackling fire, his hands cuffed behind him and a leather collar around his neck. He was also naked or so Zoe judged as she stared at his bare bottom cheeks, blushing slightly as she wondered if he was wearing anything on the front of his body like a posing pouch perhaps.
"Meet my husband, Jack, Zoe," stated Lydia coolly, smiling as Zoe looked round at her in surprise. "Don't worry, my dear, as he is very well trained and obedient to his mistress...me! Of course, I still need to punish him sometimes and he is currently enduring the heat of the fire and is not allowed to move away even if it does singe his balls! May I get you a drink?"
It was surreal and strangely arousing to sit down on the sofa and talk with Lydia, sipping at an ice-cold cocktail that had been perfectly mixed, while a naked man was suffering just a few feet away. Zoe occasionally heard little gasps and her eyes flickered over to the fire but Lydia seemed to take no notice at all until, standing up abruptly, she snapped at her husband to lie down flat on the floor on the mat in front of the fireplace. Zoe could not help but look, green eyes widening as she saw the stiff pole of the man's erection poking up proudly even though it looked very red as did his thighs and stomach. A metal cage encased his stiffness, trapping the tumescent flesh behind bars as if it was in prison. Lydia picked up a jug of ice water from the coffee table, walked over to the prone figure of her husband and poured it slowly and steadily over his reddened flesh, ignoring the cries of anguish that slipped from his lips as the stark contrast between hot and cold bit deep into his senses.
"Stay there, slave, and do not look at us or I will be taking my cane to your arse again!" Lydia snapped as she walked back over and sat back down next to Zoe.
"A lovely dress, Zoe," remarked Lydia after a short pause and she reached out and traced her finger down the exposed flesh, running the sharp nail down the girl's skin and making her shiver. Zoe swallowed hard and tried to reply but her throat had gone suddenly dry despite the lubrication from the rum in her cocktail. Lydia's fingers strayed further, teasing down into Zoe's cleavage and she shook as a sudden bolt of arousal flashed through her body. Her drink spilt and some dripped down on to the leather sofa and Lydia chuckled as she murmured," Perhaps you better clean that up with your tongue just like last night!"
Obediently, Zoe bent down and traced her tongue over the soft leather, licking up the droplets of moisture from the cocktail.
"Good girl. Now stand up for me and remove your dress. Lovely as it is, I think that what is beneath it will be far more beautiful!"
Setting her drink down on the table, Zoe stood, heart thumping in her chest like a steam hammer, and slipped out of the clingy material, enjoying the look in Lydia's jade-green eyes as she revealed her body to her.
The black lingerie contrasted beautifully with Zoe's pale, almost translucent skin and Lydia drank the scene in, relishing the rich rush of arousal that filled her as the girl complied with her wishes. She seemed to be a natural yet novice submissive and Lydia was determined to take it easy despite her desire to spank and torment the beauty standing in front of her. Did the girl even realise how attractive she was? She always seemed a little diffident in work and certainly did not flirt with the lads in the shop yet she was gorgeous and Lydia felt her clit throb as she thought about how vividly red lines from her favourite cane would stand out on the pale white skin. That pleasure was for the future though as she did not want to frighten the girl away by taking her too far too soon.
"Now remove your brassiere for me, Zoe dear," murmured Lydia, enjoying the blush of red that spread over the girl's face swiftly. There was a moment of hesitation and Lydia wondered whether Zoe was going to falter but suddenly she reached behind her and unclipped her bra, allowing it to fall away and reveal her milky-white breasts and the delicious raspberry-sized buds that erected even as she watched on avidly. Their dark coral colour contrasted beautifully with the pale flesh surrounding them and Lydia longed to lick and suck on them but controlled her desire with an effort while she wondered if she should order the girl to remove the rest of her clothing or not.
After a second or so of thought, she decided to leave Zoe half-naked, delighting in the black lingerie that set off her white skin so perfectly. The next few minutes would be spent in teaching Zoe the delights of having her nipples teased and tormented, Lydia concluded, standing up gracefully and walking up to the girl. Lydia, at just a few inches under six foot in her heels, towered over Zoe and she bent her neck slightly and teased her lips over the girl's shoulder, brushing them across her collarbone and then down until they hovered just a fraction away from her breasts. She could feel the girl shivering with tension and she drew out the moment, tracing a path with her wet tongue over the tops of the soft breasts as little moans seeped from Zoe's lips.
Zoe was in a strange state of disbelief mixed with acceptance. It was hard to comprehend that she was standing half-naked being kissed by another woman as she was so inexperienced sexually and yet she could not deny that she was aroused and excited beyond measure. Every sense seemed to be on red alert as Lydia's tongue tickled over her skin. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as the tongue flicked at her nipple, sending shock waves through the sensitive bud and then she groaned in absolute heaven as warm lips enclosed it and sucked gently. Her nipple swelled even more as Lydia teased it with her lips and Zoe felt darts of arousal fly down from her breasts to her groin. Her pussy seemed to liquefy with need and her body shook as Lydia caressed the other nipple with her fingers and tongue, gradually making that one as hard and swollen as the first.
Satisfied with how erect Zoe's buds were, Lydia pulled out some gold jewellery from her linen jacket's pocket as the girl opened her eyes and looked up at her.
"Some decoration for you, Zoe," Lydia remarked, showing the girl the glistening gold items on the palm of her hand.
"Earrings?" inquired Zoe, looking at the jewellery. "I haven't had my ears pierced, I'm afraid."
"I know that fact, Zoe. I noticed at work and thought it was strange for a young girl not to have pierced ears. Are you afraid of needles?"
