Kaitlyn was extremely punctual when she rang the doorbell at exactly 4 pm. Vickie met the young college student and ushered her inside. She looked much different from the standard French waitress outfit she was wearing yesterday at the restaurant: black vest, skirt, and bow tie against a white collared shirt. Her shoulder length brown hair now tied into a cute ponytail. She had a lightweight beige cami top with faded denim shorts that were rolled up on her tanned legs and a pair of white sneakers. But most noticeable was she wasn't wearing a bra under the top and her erect nipples betrayed her excitement of seeing Vickie again.
"Kaitlyn, so glad you could stop by. Please come on in. Anna is upstairs getting dressed," Vickie urged. "We just mixed up a batch of delicious margaritas. May I get you one? "
"Sure," Kaitlyn said as she glanced around the den taking in Greg and Vickie's beautiful home.
"I thought that might be you," Anna greeted her coming down the steps. Kaitlyn was struck how sexy she looked wearing a salmon-colored tank top with white cotton cut off pants that frayed leaving white threads against her gorgeous legs. Anna was barefoot with freshly painted burgundy nails but it was the black leather collar still adoring her neck that drew the young coed's gaze.
"Mrs. Thompson went into the kitchen to get us drinks," Kaitlyn informed her.
Anna smiled at the "Mrs. Thompson" comment. "I'll let her know I'm down now. I think we have margaritas." "That's what she said," Kaitlyn confirmed.
Anna walked into the kitchen where Vickie was just salting the rim of the glasses and pouring in the fresh batch of margarita. She garnished it with a lime before handing one to Anna.
"Wow, she's adorable as hell," Anna gushed. "I can't wait to get her downstairs. Oh, she called you Mrs.....Thompson. So cute!"
"Come on, let's get back in there," Vickie encouraged. The two women carried drinks into the den and handed one to the young coed. "Please have a seat," Vickie said pointing to a space on the couch where she took up a position. "So, tell us Kaitlyn -- what are you studying in college?"
"Currently I am seeking a bachelor's degree in education and will likely get a masters later. I would like to be a teacher," Kaitlyn answered.
"Oh, teaching what?" asked Anna. "Literature," responded Kaitlyn. "Primarily American Lit," she emphasized.
Vickie took a sip of her drink, "So, who is your favorite female author? Emily Dickinson? Harper Lee?"
"For sure, along with Anne Rice and Erica Jong. My favorite though is Joey Hill. Heard of her," the coy coed asked as she took a sip from her drink.
Anna looked baffled. "Joey's a guy right?" Vickie looked over at her. "No, a woman." Looking back at Kaitlyn, "So Divine Solace... is that one of your favorites?"
"You're familiar with Hill," she asked. "I've read a couple of her books," Vickie responded.
"Who's this Joey and what's that book about?" Anna asked completely lost in the discussion.
Vickie who had locked eyes with the coed responded never losing eye contact with Kaitlyn.
"Devine Solace: A Nature of Desire. It's about a middle-aged woman who puts her life in the hands of a mistress. A story of domination and submission," she added as she continued to look Kaitlyn in the eyes. "So, tell me Kaitlyn, you saw Anna's collar yesterday. Is that something that intrigues you?"
"Very much," Kaitlyn shot back, now sipping her drink.
Anna had completely misjudged the young student. She had assumed she was curious but now it became quite evident young Kaitlyn was much more experienced than she had considered. She simply sat back and listened to Vickie and Kaitlyn's banter back and forth.
"Are you involved with a dominatrix now?" Vickie asked.
"No, I've never done that. I've read a lot about it. But I am curious," Kaitlyn added.
"I take it since you're here, you're into other women... or at least bi? The older woman asked.
"Women," was the one-word reply. Kaitlyn saw Vickie was looking for more, so she took another sip of her margarita and then expounded. "I was attracted to other girls in High School. But it was my first year at college, I was invited to a party with a bunch of other girls in my dorm. I noticed there weren't any guys there. We all drank a little wine and then it broke into a game of Truth and Dare. I guess you know where it went from there," she smiled.
"There were a couple of girls there I really bonded with and we'd get together."
Anna was completely absorbed in the conversation. Kaitlyn continued, "I've been in a relationship with a girl on campus for several months... and it's good and all... but I.."
Vickie cut in, "You're looking for a strong woman to dominate you? To allow you to explore your submissive nature?" she asked.
"Yes," Kaitlyn said softly. "Yesterday, seeing Anna wearing her collar. How she acted with you, talked with you. I knew you were what I was looking for. Anna gave me her number. But I hoped maybe you'd allow me to serve you too," she added pensively.
Vickie studied the student as she finished her drink. "Stand up," Vickie directed her.
Kaitlyn sat her glass on the table and stood up. "Remove your top," Vickie continued.
Kaitlyn didn't hesitate as she pulled the bottom of the cami top up and over her head exposing her breasts. Kaitlyn was only 5'2" with a small waist, maybe 27 inches at best. She had two perky 35C breasts capped off by pink protruding nipples.
But what really drew Anna and Vickie's attention was a tattoo of some sort on her shoulder. Simply shades of grey and black.
"Turn around pet," Vickie commanded.
As Kaitlyn turned exposing her back to the women, they saw the large black mandala tattoo between her shoulder blades. "That's a very pretty tat you have," Vickie told her. On your shoulder as well.
"Thank you. It represents balance and perfection -- something to strive for," she added. I have a little one here above my ankle as she turned her leg for the women to see. Again, a small geometric type design. It appeared to be a flower in black and grey but was hard to make out.
"Go ahead and remove those tennis shoes and the shorts," Vickie instructed.
Kaitlyn bent down and untied her shoes and slipped off the little tennis socks. Then she unsnapped the denim shorts, pulling them down her shapely legs, leaving her in a black lacey thong.
"Very sexy," Vickie commented. "Turn around and let me see that hot ass of yours," she instructed.
Kaitlyn turned showing her gorgeous ass. Anna's eyes grew wide as she looked at the girl who complied without comment to each directive from her new mistress.
"Very nice, very nice indeed. Now the thong. Remove it," Vickie insisted.
Kaitlyn's eyes were locked on Vickie as she hooked her thumbs in the waist band at the hips and eased them down, letting the lace slip down her legs, past her knees to her ankles as she stepped out of them.
Anna and Vickie looked on at the now nude body of the coed. There was a small patch of brown pubic hair just above her pussy.
"So, you desire to be my submissive?" Vickie inquired.
"Yes mam," she replied.