{There will be no recapping of the previous stories, you'll need to read them to make sense of this and the following stories}
Days went by with no mention of things. That meant there was no discussion on whether or not she even remembered "promising" to let Eva at her. I knew she did, though but I was afraid to bring it up in the cold light of day, with her not in such a vulnerable position. Finally, we were discussing dinner plans and what to order and Mexican food came up. Eva worked at "our" Mexican place so naturally I pressed for that.
Katja looked at me, almost apologetically. "I know what you want, dear....I just....don't know if I should give it to you."
"Why not? I think it would be amazing!"
"It might very well be. It's just that....if I submit...to her...it changes things."
"How?" I asked naively.
"We're lifestylers," she explained. "I don't do this shit for just for temporary kicks, this is what I AM," she emphasized.
"So?"
"So when my submission is given, it's given fully, heart and soul."
"Can't you just....you know....have a little fling?"
"I can....I just have a feeling that Eva and I....well, might want a little more, and that's dangerous for you."
"Why for me?"
"Submission is complete and exhausting," she grinned sheepishly, "you should know that. It means, it may and WILL take time away from us, what we have."
"I'm okay with that, if it means you getting pleased, especially knowing now that it's in your nature to do so."
"That's great to know. I guess I'm saying....it's hard to do two things at once, domme you while getting dommed. But, I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, I don't even have an idea if she's interested in the whole idea. It's just a vibe I got. I'm just saying, IF something like that ever happens, you might need to....make a few of your own decisions. I still want you, god I want that body, but it just might be less....depending.
A few more days went by and I thought that that was that, end of discussion, move on, nothing to see here.
So, imagine my surprise when she sent Brennan to dinner and a movie by himself which was weird. Sam had moved in with a friend of his. I think he felt weird about all the strange happenings around our place lately and probably felt left out. Plus, I knew he had feelings for Brennan, it probably made him feel too strange to stay. He still visits often, though.
Early that evening, she said to me, "I feel like a little Mexican, how about you?"
I was thrilled, amazed, actually. The Mexican place meant Eva. But, was this for me or for her? She was being coy. She made me call. I ordered and asked for Eva. I got a text a few minutes later.
"If this is about food, it'll be there in 20 minutes. If it's about something else....give me an hour or so to finish up, it'll give us more time."
"See you in an hour," I sent back, with a winking emoji.
"I thought so," came the reply. "This time I want the slut naked to start, saves time. Also, if you have cuffs and toys, get them out," came the order.
"Yes ma'am," I replied. I wondered if she knew who would be waiting already. Hell, I didn't even know until I told Katja the "orders" and I saw her sigh.
"I don't want you to think less of me," she said with a worried expression. "Make sure this is what you want....it may end us....and our current relationship," she warned.
"What? That's crazy. I think this is going to be so cool. I'll think MORE of you than anything. You'll always be the dominant one over me, it's our natures, remember, so yours is just a bit more complex. Plus, I just think it'll be cool to watch YOU squirm, just for a little while," I grinned. "Finally, I'm a visual learner, what better way to teach me than to show me exactly how it's done!"
She blushed sheepishly. "I have a feeling you will see. She seemed quite talented at it. "
Sam had hooked up our new TV camera would record it again. The screen just showed a random landscape slideshow, how that works I don't know. I don't even ask.
After more than an hour I got another text. "Have the slut ready, I'm almost there." I showed Katja, she just smirked and stuck out her tongue.
"Let's see if she's as good as she acts," she huffed challengingly.
Then, I got another text, this time it was a picture of Katja from the time before. She was naked, holding open her robe for all to see.
"This is the slut that should be ready."
"Or?" I texted back teasingly. It was just a game. We were all enjoying it, except maybe Katja, who was pacing nervously.
"Or I'll show this picture to every door dash driver, Uber eats driver I know, and I know a few. She'll never get any peace if you ever order anything again."
I knew it was playful blackmail, still, it just made it hotter.
"You wouldn't!" I texted back.
"Actually, I already have. Several of our other drivers love the scenery, if you get me. They keep begging me to allow them to be the ones to deliver should you call. I told them....maybe. They knew where I am headed tonight."
I giggled. "Fuck, that's so dirty."
"That's why blackmail is so potent," Katja admitted. "The fear, along with the total loss of control. It's a VERY effective motivator," she said with a rueful smile, obviously enjoying Eva's creativity.
She was standing near the doorway, nervously waiting for her fate. She was naked, as ordered. She looked good enough to devour....which I'm sure was coming. We'd already laid out several items for Eva to choose from, most notably the leather cuffs.
I said, "let me help." I stood her in front of the door. I kissed her deeply and played with her nipples. She responded with a purr.
"Oh fuck, you are going to get me going," she warned.
"I know, that's the point," I smirked.
I had an idea. I rushed to her bedroom and came back with a pair of her favorite heels, the leather, strappy kind.
"She seems the type to like these," I said in response to her confused look. "Trust me," I cooed, echoing her words to me. I scurried away, just as Eva walked up to the door.
Poking my head out the bedroom door I saw Eva's face through the glass. I saw her smile evilly when she saw Katja standing there, as if she was presenting herself, which, of course she was.
Eva came in without knocking. "I knew it," she smirked as she circled Katja. She was tracing her finger around her as she went, across her chest, her ribcage, her back, her ribs again, then her tits.
"No spectators!" she yelled in my direction. Sheepishly I closed the door. The rest I'll describe from the recording we made.
I could see Katja biting her lip in fear and anticipation.
"I knew you the type. Had you pegged right away. You may be a dominant as well, that I didn't see. I saw the frightened little girl in you. I see it now, the need to please, the desire to be dominated."
