It was late evening as Grace drove home from work. The weather was foul. It had been raining for over a week. No hint of sun had been seen that whole time. And it had been another in a series of long days at work. She had been working with her team on this project for over 4 months. But at last it was done. They had finished that night.
Even better than getting it over with, they had done better than just meeting all their objectives. Through all their hard work, they had managed to bring it in substantially under budget and ahead of schedule. And by doing so, the entire team had earned a nice little bonus. The individual bonuses weren't huge but they were enough to use as mad money.
Grace thought about what she should do with hers. There hadn't been much time for rest and relaxation. She had only managed to get to Corky's once in the last three weeks. But that visit had been nice. Grace had called Michelle but she couldn't go since it was a week night and she had a combination of a major term paper and a math test to get through that night. Getting there, Grace found the bar to be somewhat empty. And being a slow night, Corky was mostly free to chat with Grace. It was fun in a completely different way. With Corky, Grace had a friend that she could really talk to about her life. Nowhere else was it safe for her to open up. None of her friends in her normal life could understand or probably even accept this side of her.
It wasn't even being closeted. It was being Domme. While some of her friends would be horrified if she came out, many of them would just give her a hug and let her know that it didn't matter. But how to even explain what being Domme meant. Most of them had no frame of reference. Or they had some twisted idea from bad movies. It would be one thing to face her friends with a girlfriend. But to introduce someone to them as her sub, maybe her slave? She just couldn't see any future circumstances that made that possible. But just coming out wouldn't be enough. So Grace remained stuck living two lives.
While Corky wasn't into the lifestyle, she was butch enough to understand. And she was a great listener. She knew that Grace needed someone to talk to that would not judge her. It had been a cathartic evening. Grace went home knowing that none of her problems had been solved, but it still felt better.
But it wasn't a problem that stayed active in her mind. It was just the way it was. Right now she had to figure out what to do with her bonus. It wasn't huge but it was enough to be able to use it as mad money and do something she wouldn't do otherwise. As she pondered her options, she remembered the article that she had seen about a new play that just opened up in San Francisco. At the time, it seemed like a crazy idea to fly to San Francisco on a whim to see a play.
Now, why not? It certainly qualified as a treat that she would not have done without it. But somehow just going by herself didn't seem like enough. She thought about talking to her husband but he had just left on another two week business trip. Now that she had it in her mind, she didn't want to wait. She wanted to go and go right away.
Somehow thinking of her husband made her think of Michelle. They had chatted by phone several times but it had been too hard to get together in person. That didn't' bother either of them. They were both comfortable with taking it casual. Neither of them wanted to take it to the level of a relationship. Grace didn't have a place for it in her life and Michelle was still figuring out if this was just an experiment. But maybe Michelle could go with her. Grace knew that Michelle had finished her finals that morning. They even had tentative plans to get together in the next couple of days.
Arriving home, Grace quickly checked a few things on her computer. Tickets were available for the show and flights were not too bad. Her bonus would be more than enough to cover the cost of those plus leave more than enough to have fun in San Francisco. She nodded to herself. "I'll ask her," she thought.
Picking up her cell phone, Grace quickly checked to make sure that her phone ID was still blocked. She felt uncomfortable doing it but she couldn't bring herself to take a risk like that. It was a level of trust she hadn't gotten to yet. She wasn't sure if she was capable of getting there.
Michelle was in the Student Union finishing up a quick meal before heading back to her apartment when she felt her phone buzz. Looking at it, she felt her breath quicken slightly when she saw the RESTRICTED on the screen. Only one person she knew had her phone restricted.
Taking a little risk, she answered it. "Hello Ma'am."
Grace smiled. "Hello precious. Are you busy?"
"No, Ma'am. i am just in the Student Union."
"Tell Me, precious, what are you?"
Michelle swallowed. They had played this game before on the phone. It always thrilled her but it scared her too. But she still answered in a normal tone, avoiding the temptation to whisper. "i'm Your little pussy licking lesbian sub slut, Ma'am."
Her smile growing, Grace nodded. "Yes you are. And you are very good at it. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about how good you are."
Michelle felt a glow of pride. Her own little cunt had started getting wet when she saw the caller ID but remembering licking Grace's pussy made it worse.
"Shall I give you a command, precious," Grace asked. This was another of their little phone games.
"Yes Ma'am, but i am in a fairly public place," Michelle replied.
"I understand but you are Mine to use as I want. Roll one of your nipples in your fingers for at least ten seconds," Grace commanded.
Thinking quickly, Michelle pulled her book bag up into her lap. Pretending to search for something in it, her other hand grasped her nipple and gently rolled it between thumb and forefinger for the required time. The combination of the threat of discovery and obedience made her cunt really throb and moisten.
"Mmmmm, Ma'am. I did it for you."
"Good girl," Grace praised her.
"precious, you know how W/we were going to get together?" Grace asked.
