Despite all the lines they had already crossed there was still much to discuss. Regardless of the normal circumstances of a Domme/sub relationship, theirs would be very different. For a start, they were sisters, something that they seemed to have overcome fairly easily, but something that would need to be treated with care in the future. Secondly, Fiona was married, and despite her recent descent into debauchery, and her husband's recent infidelities, she still loved him, and that would be something that would need to be dealt with. Sarah knew all this. "I think we need to go and get some lunch," she said.
Fiona, still naked at her sister's feet, was a little confused by the change of pace, but when she thought about it she realised she hadn't eaten all day, so maybe it wasn't the strangest thing to have said after all.
"You need to go upstairs and get yourself ready," Sarah continued, "unfortunately you're looking a little dishevelled now," she added with a grin.
Fiona nodded, "Yes... I will try and be quick."
Sarah stroked her hair, "No need to rush, we have all the time in the world." She rose to her feet and helped her sister to hers. "Take your time, relax."
"Yes, thank you."
Sarah laughed, they would definitely need to discuss a few things about this relationship, "You don't have to thank me all the time, but we can go over all this at lunch. Now off you go." She slapped Fiona on her bare behind, still sore from the paddling two nights before. The sharp sting sent a jolt of pleasure through Fiona's body as she headed out into the hallway and up the stairs to the guest room and her en-suite.
Sarah thought about what had happened and touched herself between her legs. She was still wet, both from what she had watched and from what her sister had done for her. Fiona may not have ever been with a woman but she seemed to have known what she was doing, with a little practice she would be incredible. Sarah had always thought that when it came to cunnilingus enthusiasm could make up for a lack in technique, pretty soon her sister would have both.
She collected her underwear and headed upstairs to freshen up, this was the first day of something new and exciting, and she couldn't wait to see what the future held.
Some time later, both were ready for lunch. Sarah had dressed casually in a pair of tight blue jeans, a loosely buttoned black blouse and her favourite pair of classic Louboutins. She returned to her favourite chair in the living room and called for a car. She was happy to wait for Fiona, after all, her sister had earned some time to herself.
In the end she didn't have to wait for long. Fiona wore another summer dress, this one more colourful than the last, it flowed gracefully behind her as she entered the room. Her hair was tied in a French braid and she wore delicate leather sandals on her feet, showing off her newly painted nails - a faint purple to match her fingernails.
"All ready to go?" Sarah asked.
"Yes," replied Fiona, "Where are we headed?"
"There's a nice place in Pimlico, I think you'll like it. I've called for a car, it shouldn't take long."
Fiona took a seat on the couch near her sister. "Do you still have a driver?" she asked.
"No, not really," replied Sarah, "But what's the point in owning the company if you don't get to keep some perks? Anyway, how are you feeling?"
Fiona smiled warmly, there was only one answer to give, she only hoped that Sarah felt the same, "Really great," she replied, "this has been a hell of a few days. I never would've thought anything like this could've happened."
Sarah laughed, "Who on Earth could've predicted this? I'm glad it's turned out this way. I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."
"I think so too," agreed Fiona, "thank you, Mistress."
"You're very welcome." Sarah's phone buzzed, "Our carriage awaits."
They stepped outside to find the car waiting right at the end of the path as promised. A large black vehicle, tinted windows, immaculately clean, the very finest that money could buy. Waiting by the door stood a man, tall, well built and likewise immaculately turned out in a grey suit, white shirt, but no tie. He smiled warmly at the sisters as they approached. As Fiona drew nearer he could see tattoos on his hands and neck, his face, although kind, bore a couple of scars, trophies from fights in his youth perhaps, in a strange way they seemed to make him more handsome.
"How are you Miss Mayhew?" he asked, his voice deep, but friendly.
"I'm great Solomon," replied Sarah, embracing him, "How are you?"
"All the better for seeing you, Miss." he replied. "And this must be your beautiful sister you're always telling me about?" he said with a smile.
"Yes, this is Fiona."
"Pleased to meet you," he said, extending his arm for a handshake.
Fiona obliged, placing her hand in his. Suddenly she felt very small. "It's nice to meet you," she said, shyly.
Sarah indicated that Fiona get in the car first and move along to let her in too. Solomon closed the door behind them and took his place in the drivers seat and headed to their destination. Sarah had deliberately placed herself behind the driver, so that Fiona and Solomon would have a clear view of each other.
"I can't believe you've never met my sister, Sol. I must've been telling you about her for years."
"I knew I'd meet her eventually Miss, you always said so."
"And what do you think of her?" asked Sarah.
Fiona was shocked at the question and darted her eyes towards her sister, what kind of a question was that?
"Oh, beautiful, Miss, just as you described her." He turned briefly to look at her, before returning his eyes to the road.
Sarah glared at her sister, as though instructing her to speak.
"Thank you," she said, visibly blushing, whether through awkwardness or shyness Sarah couldn't tell.
"And what about Sol? Do you think he is attractive?" Sarah wanted to tease her more.
Fiona went even more red, "Uh, yes, he is very handsome." She felt like she wanted the ground to open and swallow her up. She had never been much good at flirting, but being tricked into flirting in the most awkward manner was really embarrassing.
"Well don't tell me, tell him!"
Fiona stared daggers at her sister, this was not the first time that she had done this to her, and although she was usually able to see the funny side afterwards, she generally found it pretty mortifying while it was actually going on. "You're... uh, you're very handsome." she finally said, this time directly to him.
He laughed, a hearty, friendly laugh, "I'm not sure I get called handsome much these days, but thank you anyway."
Sarah smiled at her sister to let her know that she was enjoying herself. Fiona smiled back, she could already see the funny side. It had always been this way, Sarah had been effortlessly cool and confident, whereas she had been a little more unsure of herself. As she had got older she had developed more confidence, but her sister still knew how to have fun with her. Thankfully before long they arrived at the restaurant and said their goodbyes to Sol.
They were ushered to a quite booth at the back of the restaurant. It was mid-afternoon on a Tuesday, so the restaurant was fairly quiet. Some tables still had small groups of besuited business men and women, clearly enjoying late lunches courtesy of their respective companies. Although she had enjoyed the cut-and-thrust of the business world, Sarah was glad to have left it behind - at least for now.
"This place is great for lunch," she said, excitedly, "you're going to love it."
Fiona picked up a menu, it did look quite nice, not that she'd expect anything different from her sister. Sarah had always enjoyed the finer things in life.
"Sorry about that in the car," said Sarah, "I just wanted to have a bit of fun."
Fiona grinned, "I wanted to die!"
Sarah couldn't help but laugh, "I thought you weren't so shy these days?"
"Well, you made it very awkward! And he was really hot!"
"Yeah I know, he is isn't he? I thought he was your type."
"Exactly," Fiona shook her head, "You knew exactly what you were doing. If I wasn't married..." she trailed off realising how stupid it was to claim fidelity when she was already basically having an affair, and with a member of her own family no less!
"We will get to that later," said Sarah, indicating that they would need to chat about Fiona's husband, Mike. "But for now let's just focus on us."
"Agreed."
Sarah ushered a waitress and they ordered lunch, Sarah adding a bottle of champagne. "I think it's justified under the circumstances," she said as the waitress walked away. In no time she was back with a bottle and an ice bucket and had poured two glasses.
"Well then," Sarah pondered what to toast, "To sisters,"
"To sisters." They both took a sip and set their glasses down.
Sarah's tone became a little more serious, although still gentle and reassuring. "One that note," she began, "we need to talk about how things will go from now on. That is, of course, assuming that you want things to go on."
Fiona thought for a moment, she knew that she wanted it to continue, but also knew that she had to be sure, "Yes, I do want to go on."
"That's good." Sarah smiled, "Obviously in this relationship I am in charge, so to speak, I am the Mistress and you are the submissive. Now that doesn't mean to say that your needs are now all superseded by my own - I think especially given our family connection, we will need a more nuanced approach."
