This is my first uploaded work to Literotica. I am experimenting with my style and voice. Also, I focus more on character development rather than sex or eroticism. This is not a quick gratification story. I hope you enjoy. Iris.
Alice was unfolding the hem of her dress when there were three sharp knocks on the door. She knew who it was because there was only one person she was expecting. And the other fact that confirmed it was Iris and not anyone else, was the way she knocked on the door. She always knocked like this regardless of who it was and why she was knocking. Her headpiece was lopsided. In fact, actually, this outfit was one that was used for a casual cosplay event that they both had gone to. But she had to answer the door.
It was a suffocating day, and the mustiness of the place didn't help it. But Alice did look forward to this event. This cosplay event was held annually and this year was special because she had invited her friend, Iris. Everything was going smoothly, until now. The troll in front of her, a lump of fat with a grisly smile who wouldn't read the atmosphere and take a hint, was 'politely' asking her out. She grabbed her left wrist with her other hand. Why did she not go with her? And when was she coming back? Why was she taking so long? The self-proclaimed 'fan' in front of her stepped closer, and she could smell something: an unholy concoction of garlic, melting teeth, and sweat. "Alice!"
"Alice. Hey." The gal in front of her gave her a sweet smile. She had recently gotten into the habit of adopting more expressive fashion. Alice could remember the days when people were shocked at how brutally honest, headstrong, and sharp the girl in front of her, Iris, was. She smelled of soft perfume. But to onlookers her outfit may have seemed strange: It was a simple trench coat wrapped tightly around her body. She had some round glasses that perched on her button nose. In this sweltering weather it would seem like a fashion statement.
A few days ago, at the studio, the producer yelled at her again. He had recently gotten into the habit of drinking away his sorrows. Or at least Alice thought. Because he was usually a nice person. He had even allowed her to take home some trinkets as gifts because the magazine really didn't have storage for all these knickknacks, and rather than tossing them out, they gave it to their models. She fancied some and kept some, the others, she gave to Iris.
A warm hug, and then Iris closed the door behind her. She started to fumble with her trench coat, mumbling, "It was really hot today." and Alice blankly stared at the back of the closed door. "Alice. Yoo-hoo." Iris called, and Alice finally looked down and took in the sight before her. The trench coat was off and hanging off a hook on the wall because it was no longer needed. She needed the girl in front of her right now. Such a beautiful creature. Has she told her that today? No, but nevermind. Her hair was naturally black, but she recently dyed it a dazzling platinum blonde, and got herself more piercings. Alice opened her mouth so very slightly like she was taking a sip of delightful rose milk tea in front of her and inhaled the cold air around.
"Good girl. Now, kneel down." She spoke slowly and emphatically. Iris took off her glasses, placing them on the stand next to her. She sank to the floor, now naked. She had slipped off her high heels earlier, leaving them lying on the floor like sleeping puppies next to the closed door. Iris shivered in the cold air of the room, crawling slowly, dragging herself knee by knee before Alice, and slowly lifted her gaze from the floor to look up at her. The soft rustling of her bare knees on the carpet. Alice enjoyed having pets, but unfortunately her apartment didn't allow dangerous pets, which was a shame. Iris' current gaze on her was not at all dangerous, by the way. Rather, it was a look of loving and tender affection. Her round, brown-black eyes were innocent and untarnished by sin.
When she was slightly younger her boyfriend brought her out on a date to the zoo. The zoo was nothing special, it was just a place to see animals, and in fact, that wasn't so difficult anymore in this day and age. No, the zoo was just an excuse for them to go on a romantic date but Alice didn't really voice her objection and decided that day she would wear a sleeveless top instead because of how infernally hot the weather was. Hot and infernal like hell. She did have a great time at the snake enclosure, however. The snake handler let her hold onto a ball python. It felt cold, comfortably leathery, and weighty on her arms and hands. Its beady eyes innocent and untarnished by sin.
"How does it feel, kneeling down to your maid?" Alice mocked. The vixen in front of her trembled, smiled with rosy cheeks, and lowered her head, kissing the tip of her black Mary Jane faux leather shoes. Even without Alice's instruction Iris started rubbing her cheek against her shoes, cupping it preciously in both hands. Not a snake. Kitten. Puppy? Alice knew the girl in front of her very very well.
"Soooo good, Alice! It feels like the best thing in the world!" Iris gushed. She was a degrader-degradee. She enjoyed the relationship very very much. Alice had to be careful with her words and her actions because everything around her was a tripwire. Or a landmine, and the explosions were nuclear enough to swing the play around. Just like her explosive personality. The cold air kept her regal like a queen as she raised Iris' chin with the tip of her shoe, pivoting on the heel, looking down at her with a frosty, distant expression. She spat, "Masochistic slut." And then pushed Iris away with her sole. Popping out of the leather to plant her stockinged foot firmly on Iris' soft, silky hair, taking care not to damage it, pushing her firmly into the carpet. Iris wriggled in pleasure on her side, arms sprawled in front of her as she moaned. Her midriff was exposed, and Alice saw the tattoo she had gotten several years ago. Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
"So I got this tattoo just yesterday!" Iris had proudly lifted her shirt in the court. (It was a girls' school.) "What is that? And wait, we're allowed to have tattoos?" Alice asked, furtively glancing about for the gym teacher. "No, silly. Of course not, but what are they going to do, untattoo me? Hah. Over my dead fucking body." Iris smirked. She loved that confident smile. It was what made her want to own Iris. Be my girlfriend! She wanted to scream. But could she if she didn't know whether Iris would be repulsed or not? Alice didn't want to risk their friendship. It had already been two years and going strong. She wanted it to be several more. A lifetime, perhaps. "Oh, and this tattoo? I thought really hard, and I decided to have Lucifer's fall from grace." Iris said. "Lucifer? Why?" She asked. "I dunno. Sometimes, I just think he's really pitiful, you know?" Iris shrugged. "There's a pretty badass quote from Milton's Paradise Lost, too. I think I want that as my personal motto." "What is it?" Alice asked again. She had already decided. She was going to get a tattoo as well. Something small and concealable, hopefully.
"Shut up, pet." She kicked Iris. "Imagine being so pathetic that you beg your maid to dominate you." She kicked Iris again, slipping off her other shoe, holding it in her hand in front of Iris' mouth. "Lick it clean." She ordered.
"Yes, my Goddess." Iris sighed sultrily, her tongue already out and flickering. Alice had to stop herself from touching her pussy. She watched Iris softly close her eyelids, lapping at the shoe she had just worn, shining it with her tongue, the perfect pet, humiliating, submitting, all pathetic.
After the zoo her boyfriend had taken her for dinner at some fancy restaurant. She appreciated it, but she really wasn't in the mood. She wanted to go to the amusement park today, but her boyfriend had said it would be too crowded. And it probably was cheaper as well, she thought. The only redeeming thing was the snake. It coiled around her arm, and squeezed softly. She remembered feeling a strange sense of peace and catharsis. The snake's muscles were strong yet gentle, and the cold, smooth scales. They felt like a motherly reassurance.
Alice pushed her foot, still clad in white knee-high stockings, into Iris' mouth. Iris' lips parted seductively and made way for her toes to enter. Her expression one of euphoria and bliss. Her hands clutching at Alice's foot, squeezing her arches, rubbing her soles softly and gently while she serviced Alice's toes in her warm, loving mouth.
The dinner was good, but despite the ample amount of high-quality food that entered her mouth, Alice felt strangely empty. Physically, gastronomical fullness but some form of spiritual emptiness. I want the snake back, she thought. I wish I confessed to Iris instead of this person. Although that's bad of me. Her boyfriend suggested going to a hotel, and she perked up at the idea. Maybe she could scratch that itch she had been having.
"Lick my pussy," Alice ordered, pulling down her silken underwear and lifting up the edges of her maid cosplay skirt.
"Alice!" Iris called out to her. She grabbed her arm and pulled her aside, away from the disgusting freak in front of her. "Need something from her?" Iris asked the 'fan' coldly. The two of them stood side by side, like twins, in the same maid cosplay outfits. Alice didn't know she was trembling until Iris wrapped her arm around her waist and squeezed reassuringly. "I said, what do you need from my girlfriend?" Iris said crossly. She wasn't her girlfriend, though. The creepy 'fan' left with a clicking of his tongue, and Alice's eyes brimmed with warm and wet tears. After the cosplay event, she immediately confessed to Iris. Be my girlfriend, please.
"Yes, Goddess!" Iris flushed in pleasure, eagerly kneeling upright in front of her pussy, her smooth hands rubbing and pushing Alice's legs apart. Her breath tickled her inner thighs in the cool air. Her tongue, ever deft and miraculous, teased Alice's pussy to the gates of heaven and back. Alice moaned as she put a hand on the back of Iris' head, pulling her closer. "Yes... Yes... Good girl, harder! Push that slutty tongue of yours deep into my pussy! Harder!"
The first time Alice learnt that Iris was not a pure, innocent girl was during Bio class. It was after gym class, and everyone was allowed to dry off their sweat by keeping the flimsy, dry-fit gym attire on. Iris sat on Alice's right, and their tables were connected. Perhaps it was because she felt very safe, but Alice spotted her masturbating in class. She had propped a long and thick Stabilo highlighter against the rungs of the metal rack below the table. Her body was slightly slouched, partially submerged under the table, and she was very, oh so slightly, inching her body against the other end of the highlighter, resting between her legs and pushing against her gym shorts. Fuck, Alice thought, you just used that highlighter in English just two hours ago. Look at that thing going into your slutty pussy. Her heart was thumping. "Alice," Iris suddenly said. Alice snapped her head away from the highlighter and looked at Iris' slightly smiling eyes. "I've been caught now. You leave me no choice. Let's be besties."
One of the trinkets she gave to Iris, a necklace, was now one of Iris' favourites. It was still dangling from her neck, even when she was naked. She felt so proud when she gave it to her as a present one day. Yes, it was a "hand-me-down", but that didn't change the fact that it was a fashionable, expensive necklace that only she herself had worn before. It felt like she was claiming Iris as her own. Putting a collar around that beautiful neck.
Taxis made her nauseous. After the dinner the boyfriend called one to bring them to a nearby hotel. She felt queasy, and all of a sudden foolish. Not in the mood for any sex. She told her boyfriend this. The boyfriend was obviously dismayed and tried to persuade her otherwise. She reluctantly agreed.
