Authors' Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc. etc. Enjoy!
Authors' Note: This is another collaboration with JennyCapricorn. Once again, this was written as a roleplay between the two of us and not really planned out in detail. Like improv, we set each other up and went with whatever the other wrote. We've tried to clean up most of the grammar issues but there are still some left the way they were originally written.
The storyline explores the early stages of the relationship between Victoria and Eva, the two main characters from 'Christmas is Cumming'. We hope you enjoy reading it.
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=== Victoria ===
I watched your car pull into our isolated suburban driveway. I'm watching you from the first-floor dining room window: your exit, the fall of your skirt on your leg, you double-checking your phone for the address, the glance up the stairs to the first-floor porch, or to the breezeway into the basement. I tap the window, catching your eye, and pointing towards the breezeway. You can see me in my white, high-collar blouse with Rouleau loops and tasteful pearls, smiling before I vanish from sight.
By the time you reach the breezeway door, I'm there, seen in full through the glass panes of the door. Tasteful black slacks that show off my waist and hips; sensual, professional, mature. I open, inviting you in out of the autumn chill.
"Hello Eva, I'm Victoria. Thank you for coming up." We had been in communication for weeks, circling this moment. I thought of the early mornings, the late nights, online, chatting about your life, your job, your music, and your needs. How so many things were being unmet. My own growing realization that I too was ready for the next stage in my exploration of my sexuality. My vanilla, monogamous, heterosexual wife life was opened to something so much broader years ago; now it was my time to help someone else.
You finally admitted to me what you wanted, the space and conditions that you needed to really spread your wings. And I admitted to myself that I needed to give that to you. But would we be brave enough to do it? I have to try.
"I know this was a commitment of time for you. Please come in and take a look."
The door opens into the family room - TV, bookcases, chairs, couch with waist-high bookcase splitting the room - and I'm directing you to a door on the left wall. "It's a strange setup. The room has its own bed, sink, shower, sauna.... but the water closet is through there, past the office." I shrug. "It was all built originally around the sauna."
The room is relatively large - some 20 feet by 15, wood-paneled, window, Norman Rockwell prints - with a queen-sized bed dominating it: an antique four poster in dark stained wood.
"You would be able to hang whatever artwork you like, of course. The family will be able to use the family room while the children are here, and the office during working hours. This room will be completely yours..." I'm standing right behind you, my voice whispered towards your ear, "with the understanding that we discussed earlier."
==== Eva ====
Your voice is sweet and calm, but your words scare me. I know I agreed but I could still back out. It's not like I have to go through with it. I have a decent job. I could afford a small, very small, apartment. Granted, this bedroom is nicer, and monetarily free, but the actual cost might be way too high. I realize I am wringing my hands, and force them down to my sides.
"All the housework," I confirm in response to your statement. "And I...serve you...however you direct me."
I look down feeling the nervous tingles going through me. It's just another job, I tell myself. One I have been dreaming about for more than a year ever since I discovered my submissive nature. Some visits to a local BDSM club solidified my desire and, when I met you, the focus of my dreams became consistent.
Now I stood in your home possibly ready to become a domestic slave. Part of me still rebelled. I don't need this, it argued, but I did. This wasn't a dungeon. There was no cage. I could leave if it got to be too much, right?
"But only you," I reiterate what we discussed previously, turning to face you. "I...I'm not...no men, right?"
=== Victoria ===
I give a smile. "My husband will be in the house, of course, but he's well aware of the boundaries. You can trust him implicitly. Of course, at times he might see you naked or wearing revealing clothing in the course of your service, but that will never be in the terms of a sexual encounter.
"As for 'only me', yes. For now. If there comes a point where you are comfortable being shared with other women, you can offer, and we can discuss. Until you do, I will never bring it up; this is our only conversation on this topic until you wish to talk about it, and there is no expectation or pressure on you that you ever will. I say this now because I will always give you full transparency, and I will not tell you no other women if I mean you have the ability to negotiate that later."
I hold up one hand, modest nails a subdued red.
"To reiterate: your rent is completely covered. You are welcome to dine with the family whenever you wish or take a portion of the meal. My husband and I are both accomplished cooks and enjoy it as a hobby, so it's seldom I will ask you to cook. If you wish to cook for yourself, or for the family, let us know and ingredients will be purchased. If we ever require you to sit for the children, you will be informed well in advance and compensated for it. We can work out your schedule for whatever time you need for your own work, acknowledging that it will not be more than 50 hours a week.
"Otherwise, you are to keep the house immaculate, and the yard well-tended, and follow any instructions I give you that are not covered under the items above, precisely, asking questions only for clarification. I trust that you will quickly come to understand my meaning. My wants. My needs."
I'm looking you over, pert and smart and young and beautiful, and can see that you have already agreed. You agreed before you even got in your car. You agreed from our third communication before I even broached it.
==== Eva ====
Twisting a lock of blonde hair around my finger, I nod then catch myself.
"That sounds...perfect," I drop my hand back down and square my shoulders. "So, uh, when would you, you know, like me to start?"
"I think I saw you brought bags," you note.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Is that all? Don't you have anything else to move in?" you ask.
"N..no. I never really collected much while I was living in the dorms. I have a few plants...i..if that's okay?" I blurt realizing I forgot to ask.
"Of course, dear. Anything else?"
"Just my clothes," I finish.
"Well, in that case, go retrieve your bags and settle in. You'll find sheets already laid out for you on the bed," you wave a hand toward the four-poster bed. "I'll be back in an hour or so and then I'll introduce you to the family."
A moment later, I'm alone in a new room that will be my home for the foreseeable future. A home I will pay for with my service. Just another job.
An hour later, I am sitting on the now made-up bed, my suitcases shoved into the closet and my succulents resting in the window. I wore a short skirt and a tight halter top hoping that it would please you. The choker was a last-minute addition that I hoped would indicate my acceptance of my status without being overt. I should have thought about facing your family in that. Then again, what would I be wearing around their house? Would you have me in a maid's uniform? Or something more risqué? I doubt it, I don't think you want your kids to see me like that.
=== Victoria ===
I'm in my room, directly above you, and feeling the heat between my thighs from how you presented yourself to me. You are so much more beautiful in person than in video chat, and seeing you in the choker went right to my...
Should I? So soon? No. But I wonder if you hear me lie down on the bed, or the rustling as my slacks and panties come off, or the heavy breathing as I close my eyes and think about you while massaging the wet heat I've revealed. Or the quiet gasps of a small but satisfying climax wondering how skilled your tongue is.
I clean myself up, make myself presentable, and am down at the bus stop getting our son off the bus. The other neighborhood moms are here, and one asks if our new au pair has arrived yet. "Close enough," I say with an enigmatic smile.
Introducing you to the family is easy enough; my husband, Gene, is charming and keeps any risqué commentary about my arrangement to himself. My daughter warns you my son can be a handful, but as a teenager, she can care for herself. Our son is a handful. Both accept that you're here to help and ask no questions.
Over dinner I have you sit next to me and spend some time running my foot along yours.
==== Eva ====
Having your secret attention is more arousing than I expected. All the while, Gene is trying to be cordial while also asking probing questions about my past. I know he is fully aware of our...arrangement, but I still have trouble looking him in the eye especially with your foot tracing up my calf. I answer the best I can without embarrassing myself. Luckily, he avoids anything about how you and I met or how I ended up here. I suppose you already told him about all that.
After dinner, I insist on cleaning up the dishes, I should start earning my rent. I catch your son nodding with a look of surprised delight at the prospect of not having to do it himself. Your daughter just shrugs and leaves. In a few moments, you and I are alone in the kitchen as I start to load the dishwasher only to discover that it is still full of clean dishes.
"Let me help you with that," you offer by way of a statement more than a suggestion. "At least until you know where everything goes."
One by one, I pull pieces from the machine, and you move to open a cabinet or drawer for me to deposit them into. You don't move away as I approach and your hands casually find their way to my shoulders or stomach, legs or rear. Once as I bend over to put a pan away, your hand explores my ass under my skirt. I linger taking a little more time than I need to put the dish away until a finger slips past the elastic of my panties and slides between my labia.
At the shock, I stand quickly and then gasp at my action, my eyes going wide.
"I..I'm s..orry, Miss!" I stammer.
I quickly search for another pan, grab it, and bend over again to give you access without even knowing if this one goes in the same place or not.
=== Victoria ===
I laugh inside at how flustered you are, but also how readily you reassume that position. I lick your wetness off my finger - oh you were already moist from just this - and let you display your ass to me hopefully for a second before I hunker down and grab your wrist holding the pan. Our faces are next to each other. "This doesn't go there. Don't rush. We will get...everything where it belongs soon enough."
I see your eyes go wide at the husky tone in my voice, the implied meaning. I'm close enough to hear your intake of breath. I let go of your wrist, stand, and point you at the right cabinet. It's way up high and your blouse pulls from your skirt, revealing a hint of midriff that I brush with my fingertips while you're exposed and helpless.
But you're always exposed and helpless, aren't you? You've shown me who you are and you're helpless against your nature. I don't have to cage you if you want to be here. And you clearly do.
Once everything is away and the dishes washed, I send you back downstairs. Tell you I will be down later. I wonder what you're going to do in your new room.
