In Wonderland Pt 02

It was frustrating to be simply Rowan again, working, taking lunch breaks, fighting traffic. I kept thinking about Mistress. Kitten. The guy in the leather pants.

My bare breasts.

I was in a meeting on Friday morning, figuring out how many minutes until lunch and the end of Norman Bickerman droning on and on about safety flowcharts. I'd had chains on my wrists. I'd like to see where that would fit on his chart.

This made me very aware of my breasts, my nipples. The feel of my bra.

I tried to focus on Norman and safety. Lunch. Afternoon. Packing my laptop. Traffic.

Finally. Finally the day was over. I was home.

I pulled off my shirt, slid off my bra. I'd been waiting all day. I put on a blouse over my naked breasts, feeling the fabric touch my skin.

There's a difference between wearing a shirt to bed, without a bra, versus deliberately donning a blouse I'd worn at work several times - but without a bra. Standing in front of my mirror, I raised my arms over my head, watching the material tighten over my breasts. The fabric touching my nipples, moving over them, felt wonderful.

I practiced in front of the mirror, resting my crossed arms on my head, as Kitten had done. I unbuttoned the blouse, opening it, then put my arms up again.

My nipples were tight. I turned, looking at my breasts, naked and full.

When I saw Mistress next, I could unbutton my blouse for her.

Sure.

The next day was Saturday, and I gripped the steering wheel, driving back to the beach. Twice, I almost turned around. Did I really want to go through the Looking Glass again? I'd called Nyssa before I left, wondering if she wanted to ride with me. No answer. Just a message that she was gone for the weekend. Was she there? We had not mentioned Celia's birthday again.

All that wondering, and I realized I was back at The Caterpillar.

Time to go through the Looking Glass.

Kitten was waiting for me. We walked down the hall to the changing room. Boy, "changing" was right.

I was wearing the little white blouse, skirt, and ankle boots. No bra. And no panties. Okay then.

I followed Kitten to the dim room where I'd been before. I was nervous. Excited. Self-conscious.

Mistress entered, smiling. She walked slowly around me.

"Kitten. Take off your blouse for me." Mistress turned to me. "Watch carefully."

"Yes, Mistress." Did I just say that?

Kitten looked at Mistress, her eyes never moving away. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, taking her time.

Ok. This is something I could do.

And then Kitten slowly.

Slowly.

Let the blouse slide off her arms, to the floor. Her eyes still on Mistress, Kitten raised her arms, resting them on her head, arching her back.

I was breathing hard. No other noise in the room.

Mistress walked around Kitten, just as slowly, touching a breast with some stick thing, now using a hand, stroking. Kitten finally closed her eyes, trembling a little.

I was envious. I felt my own breasts, quivering and yearning.

Then it was my turn.

I learned that the stick thing was a crop. It had a small flap on one end.

I was fine, unbuttoning my blouse. Mistress told me to go slower. I finished unbuttoning, but stood, suddenly shy. The crop tapped gently on my chest.

"Open the blouse. Slowly. Be proud."

I wasn't proud, I was embarrassed. Kitten and Mistress were both watching me. My face felt hot. I knew I was blushing.

My fingers began to open my blouse, then stopped. Tap tap tap on my knuckles with the crop.

"Open your blouse. Now."

I obeyed, a little too fast, but Mistress graciously forgave me since it was my first time doing this myself, in front of her.

When my blouse was open, she ordered me to rest my arms stop my head, and arch my back. She pulled the blouse open wider. I felt cool air, then warm fingers, circling one nipple, then the other. Hands cupped my breasts, squeezing gently, thumbs moving over the nipples.

Mistress stepped back.

"Good. Improvement. Now. Move your arms down - slowly! - yes. Now let the blouse slide down - yes. Very good."

And I stood before two woman, naked from the waist up.

As soon as I thought this, I hunched over a little.

"No! Kitten." and Kitten was behind me now, fitting my wrists in cuffs, the chains going up, then apart.

"You must learn to do what I say," said Mistress. "You disappoint me."

I didn't want to disappoint her, this woman I'd only known a few weeks. The one who had me chained.

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry."

"No. No 'sorry.' You obey me. Immediately."

"Yes, Mistress."

Kitten was beside Mistress again. Probably knew what was next.

The crop struck my breast with a thwack. I jumped. It struck the other breast.

Mistress walked behind me, her hands coming around me, and she pulled a nipple suddenly. I yelped, and she laughed. I heard her boots, walking around me, then suddenly the crop tapped several times on one nipple, then a sharp strike. I jumped again, but this time I whimpered.

"You enjoy this," said Mistress.

It wasn't a question, but I answered. "Yes, Mistress" and the crop tapped the bottom swell of my other breast, then whack! and another whack. The crop twitched back and forth several times, sometimes tapping, sometimes sharply striking. I moaned. At this, Mistress stopped in front of me, watching.

"Look at me. Look at my eyes."

I did, and she stared back, smiling, and let the top of the crop circle each breast, then trail slowly, gently, down my belly, stopping at my navel.

"You want more."

"Yes, Mistress, please."

A sharp smack across one breast.

I jumped, the chains rattling.

"And what do you want? Hmm?"

"I, I don't know, Mistress."

"Yes, you do. Tell me. I am listening. Kitten hears you. Say what you want."

"I really, I don't know! Mistress."

She ordered Kitten to stand in front of me. To take off her skirt. For me to watch, and learn.

Kitten unzipped her skirt, slowly, looking at my eyes, smiling, like she knew a secret. She probably did. My hands gripped the chains. I watched, and learned.

Kitten finished unzipping. Then she languidly lowered the skirt to her hips, smiling, watching me. The skirt went lower, lower still, until she released it, and it dropped to the floor. I swallowed. I like guys. I just had a break up with one.

Why am I staring at Kitten's body like this? Why do I feel so flushed and hot? Excited?

"It is the invitation that excited you," said Mistress. "And perhaps her body." Mistress stroked Kitten's breast with one finger. Mistress looked at me.

Her finger traced slowly down Kitten's body, which was trembling. The finger stopped just below the navel, circling, dipping lower. Kitten had her eyes half-closed now, her back arching.

Mistress stroked her a little longer, then snapped her fingers. Kitten stepped back, and Mistress turned to me.

"You wish that my hands were on you," she said softly. "You must learn to undress for me. To obey me. No hesitation."

"Yes, Mistress."

She nodded, and her finger reached towards my nipple. I was excited, wanting, and she laughed when I thrust my breast towards her, arching my own back.

"Good."

She played with my breasts a little, then moved her hand down my belly, resting her palm there for a moment. I shifted in the chains. Mistress kept her eyes on mine, and her fingers slipped beneath the waist of the skirt, moving, teasing, pulling back a little, then sliding further down. Until finally, the tips rested gently against my pubic mound, and she smiled. She gently pressed in, rubbing, until I felt tears and said "Please. Mistress." and she whispered, "This. This is what you want, isn't it?" and the fingers massaged me a little. I pushed my hips toward her some, and she laughed.

"Little Alice. So eager to explore the Looking Glass." She leaned closer, and her fingers pressed, hard, and I cried out, stiffening, trying to press closer. "Next time, Little Alice, you will remove your skirt for me. Gladly. And you will not bunch over."

I nodded, trembling. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Kitten. Leave her here for a few minutes. And if anyone walks by, and sees her half-naked" Mistress turned to me - "she will enjoy them looking at her. Won't you, sweet Alice?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She left, and Kitten opened the door wide. A few people came by while I hung there, and I blushed a little.

But mostly, I kept thinking of her hand, sliding beneath the waist of my skirt. The fingers.

I would practice, I vowed. A man walked past the door, paused, looked at my breasts, then left. I arched my back. Let them see. I would practice, and practice.

And next time...Next time, I would show Mistress. She would be pleased.

I shivered, hanging there, and I felt wetness between my legs. And I smiled, and arched my back, and each person who walked past my door, I smiled that secret smile, my eyes half-closed.

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