"I'd better get going," Heather sighed, spotting the clock. "You're boyfriend will be home soon. Can't let him know about last night."
Stephie winked.
"I'll call you later, Heather. Goodbye."
Heather turned and reached for the doorknob, but it twisted before she touched it. The bathroom door opened, and Dane stood there, surprised to see the two of them.
"Dane?!" said Stephie, startled, "I thought you weren't getting home until nine…"
"Daylight savings, Steph…" said Dane, looking from one girl to the other. Both were still mostly wet, although dressed, but it was obvious that they had showered together. "Who's your friend?"
Heather recovered quickly, and stuck out her hand.
"Heather St. John," she said, "I'm a friend of Stephie's."
"Funny," said Dane, "She's never mentioned you before."
"Uhm…" stammered Stephie, "Heather's visiting from out of town, I hadn't seen her in a while. She came over to use the shower, the one where she's staying at isn't working."
"Pretty nice story, Steph, but I don't buy it," said Dane, glaring at her. "You wouldn't be hiding anything from me, would you?"
Stephie shook her head.
Heather looked uncomfortably from one to the other, and then said "I'd better be going, I'll talk to you later," and hurried out the door.
Alone with Dane, Stephie took a step back. She knew he didn't believe her, and she knew what was coming next.
When Dane had met Stephie two years before, he couldn't believe his luck. She was a shy, petite, gorgeous brunette like he had only dreamed about. She had dark brown curls hanging to her shoulders and aqua blue eyes that showed every emotion playing across her mind. She was short, only 5 feet tall, and weighed a little over 110 pounds. Her body was luscious, curvy, with shapely hips and buttocks, and nice handful sized breasts with tiny pink nipples. Her skin was creamy, flawless, and soft to the touch. At 20 years old she was a wonderful specimen of a female. And, to his surprise and delight, she was submissive.
Stephie had read about bdsm an awful lot before she had the courage to ever mention it to anyone. Erotica, safety manuals, novels, anything she could find on the subject she devoured. She was fascinated by giving up control completely to another person, a master. When friends introduced her to Dane, a sexy blonde Adonis of a man, with short hair, green eyes, massive chest. He towered over her, at 6 feet, but he was so gentle that she couldn't imagine him being dominant. But after a couple of weeks, she confessed her desires, and he, in turn, confessed his similar ones. After only two months of dating, Stephie moved in to Danes apartment, and began a Dom/sub relationship.
"Strip and kneel," said Dane, in his 'Don't disobey me or else' voice.
Stephie pulled off her clothes and knelt in front of him, her bare bottom resting on her heels, thighs wide apart, hands on her knees, and head down.
"Now," said Dane, "Tell me about Heather."
"We were friends in high school, Master," she began, "We sort of experimented on each other."
"Experimented how, slut?"
"Like," Stephie blushed, embarrassed to be confessing things like this to him. "Like kissing, and then…" She swallowed hard. "We practiced oral sex on each other, learned how to lick each other until we were squirming with pleasure."
"Did you do this while I was away last night?"
