Yes Woman

"So what's the big date?" My esthetician looked to be maybe in her early 40s.

"No big date, I just like the sting of it." I was referring to the waxing. I also liked where she placed her fingers to brace me before pulling the wax off. "Though a lot of people have been seeing me naked lately..." For some reason I didn't feel bothered saying that out loud. I wondered if men actually preferred me hairless or not, or if I'd just gotten that impression from pornography.

She quirked an eyebrow. "That's a new one. Glad to hear it though, I was debating having a talk with you about the bruises..." She meant the bruises on my wrists, ankle, and all over my ass, of course.

"Thanks for looking out, but I'm fine." I had learned to enjoy the dull pain that I was perpetually in. I didn't think I was seriously hurt, so I could override my body yelling at me. I wasn't sure if the limp I still had was because of my bruised ankle or because of what Cody had done to me the night prior.

She gave me a knowing smirk and finished her job, rapidly peeling another wax strip off, leaving me panting and white-knuckled.

When we were done, I paid and was about to leave when I felt the tug of my promise. I had to be honest. I turned around and met her gaze. My hands were sweaty. "Would you like to come have dinner at my place? It's a dorm but I can make it nice." There was a pause. "Or your place - or any place, actually?" I continued.

"Sorry, I don't date clients, I also don't swing that way." She gave me a sympathetic smile. I was partially grateful, since I hadn't even begun to figure out what to tell Olivia if I brought another woman home.

"I--Hm, suppose I should find another beautician huh?" An unfortunate chuckle broke its way out of me.

"You can try but you won't find anyone better than me, darling."

I marveled. What a perfect response. She'd let me know I was still welcome there without opening the door to my advance even slightly. Completely professional. "Okay... see you next time then!" I admire women like her so much.

---

I met Liam the next afternoon, and luckily my limp had mostly subsided by then. We met in the park and got ice cream cones and walked, and I held his hand and watched him blush. I was glad that it was another pleasant sunny day. I tried not to be aggressively sexual about licking the ice-cream, since I knew he would notice.

He was noticing other things, too - I caught him looking at the gap between my skirt and my knee-high socks, at my thighs. A dandelion fluff caught up by the warm breeze hit me in the eye and made my face scrunch up funny. He laughed at me. I laughed with him.

We played frisbee, or rather, he played frisbee and tried to teach me how to throw. I mostly just ran around after it. I was moving pretty slowly because every step still hurt a little bit, but I think he had fun. He walked me back to the dorms. I interlocked my fingers with his and guided him over to the brick wall of the building in the shade of a big oak and leaned back against the wall, pulling his hand to my thigh, right into the gap that I'd caught him looking at. His fingertips explored my skin, then his palm dove in and he gripped my thigh and lifted my leg higher, while letting his body sink against mine to pin me against the wall. He kissed me. It was soft, joyful, my heart swelled and I didn't know what to do. When he broke the kiss his cute face was inches from mine and I just said "I like you."

"I like you too." He smiled with his eyes. "But I need to get to class..." He leaned in to kiss me again, his hand coming up to my neck. I felt him fighting himself about pulling away, so I pushed him slightly with a hand on his clavicle.

"We'll do this again soon?" He asked, studying my lips.

"Yes please." I giggled and kicked off the wall, waving at him like a dork while I turned to go up the concrete stairs into the dorm.

My phone dinged on the way up to my room. "Tomorrow? Or Saturday?" It was Liam. "Sorry I don't want to be the kind of guy who pressures you, but I also don't want to play games, I like you and really want to see you again soon."

I fell down in my bed and held my phone to my chest and beamed a smile at the ceiling. "Saturday. I promised tomorrow to Olivia. My roommate. Gotta make time for study too, I'm not that bright." Then I remembered I had to go to Cody's on Saturday night to obey his previous order. "Oh crap, can't do Saturday either - might have to be next week?" I felt a little dirty typing that. "I'm not dodging you I promise I really like you too and want to see you again. Tuesday night?"

"Sure thing! Do you want to go roller blading? I'm not afraid to fall down in front of you."

I laughed out loud at that, but then pondered whether it was an innuendo, deciding ultimately that it must not have been, and silently scolded myself for letting my brain get so corrupted.

"Okay but you should know I'm really good on skates, I won't let you fall."

"Whew, glad to hear it - I am actually pretty afraid to fall down in front of you. I was just even more afraid to say so."

I really liked him.

I got up and got back to my life.

---

The next day after class my phone dinged, almost the second that I got home.

"Come meet me at Jellybean tonight at 9. No panties, no bras, wear the coral lipstick from my drawer in the bathroom (Vivid Cotton Ink Shade 18 if you're a dummy), do your eyelashes, mascara, the whole works. But don't put your hair up - you're cuter with it down. Wear that black skirt you have with the crescent moons on the hem, the white shirt I put on your pillow, and those cute lace-up combat boots under your bed that you never break out."

Olivia's text made my heart race. Such explicit directions made me burn with curiosity about her plan for the night. I took a shower, spending quite a few minutes zoning out with the hot water pouring down my backside. The steady flow of heat soothed my skin. I had started to feel pretty normal again at that point, no pain.

I followed Liv's instructions, of course, and was surprised about the lipstick, it was perfect for my porcelain skin tone and was absolutely not right for her warm Latina skin. While I pondered that, I found the 'white shirt' she'd put on my pillow was a tiny plain white t-shirt that had stripes crudely cut out of it all over, and black ribbon woven into the cuts to make it look like a makeshift corset. Once I got it on, I played with the lace to try and tighten it. I felt pretty naked because my nipple, small as they are, poked quite visibly through the thin fabric, and because so much of my skin was visible through the cuts. It was also so undersized that it clung to my shape completely, making even the tiny bit of pudge around my belly button feel really noticeable.

When I looked in the mirror I felt like a rejected wanna-be goth girl from the 90s, maybe with a little bit of an identity crisis too - my quite casual bob cut suddenly felt very out of place. I silently judged Olivia's dress-up choices while also thinking about how well dressed she always was. Suspicion grew.

I met Olivia at her car, which was easy to find because it was a bright yellow Volkswagen bug - as she called it, 'Jellybean'.

She got out of the car and clapped her hands while walking over to me, putting a hand on my head. "Turn for me." I obeyed, she laughed and grabbed my ass beneath the skirt. "Good girl." I felt my breath hitching already, How did she do this to me.

I beamed her a smile and she put her finger to my lips. "Quiet now, not a word." She smiled and said my name with the tone of an order. "Kis." I moved onto my tip toes to kiss her softly. "Mm, that's enough Kis. Get in the car."

Once we were strapped in, she got us onto the highway and then reached a hand over to my face. "Kis," she continued her playful use of my nickname, "...my fingers."

I reached up to squeeze her hand and started planting little kisses all over her skin, learning just how perfectly manicured her fingernails were when my lips grazed over them. I sucked one finger into my mouth but she pulled away. "I didn't say suck." I giggled and she turned on the radio, blasting it loud. The city lights broke through the car interior in rapid waves as we drove, whites and reds and yellows bouncing around and pulsing, embedding the pattern and pacing of the streets into my mind until we entered a tunnel and it went suddenly pitch dark. Liv reached over in the dark to squeeze my thigh, making me squirm.

That trip will always be burned into my memory, even though it was short and relatively uneventful, just because of the sheer power of the vibe that Olivia had cultivated. I felt like I was in a movie. We pulled into a parking lot in front of a bar and she turned to me. "You can speak now."

"Where are we?" I looked at the dimly back-lit sign in front of me and Liv belly-laughed.

"Can't you read?" She grinned. It said Wild Orchid Gentleman's Club.

"A strip club?"

"Yea... I have a special job for you. My friend Erika is really pissed off about something I did to her a while back, and I need to make amends. So you're my gift to her for a while tonight." Liv got out of the car and circled around to my door.

"You're pimping me out?" I wondered if she meant that Erika would want me, or if she would want me to serve the men in the club. As I exited the car, Liv caught my face in her hands and kissed me hard.

"I love you." She kissed me again, then again on the nose, then pulled me into a tight hug with her lips smushed lazily against my left eyebrow because of the upward tilt of her head and our height difference. Her hands cupped my ears.

I raised my hands to her hips and cooed out a shy little "I love you too," and of course it was true. We hadn't known each other that long, but she had been a light of stability and joy in my life since the day we met.

She slid her hands down to squeeze my ass. I gave a little wince, but only because my body anticipated pain, it actually ended up feeling nice. I noticed some guy watching us, leaning against his car and smoking.

"You will obey whatever she tells you, understand?" I felt uneasy because of the guy watching and forgot to respond. "Kis?" Liv asked again, this time a little softer. "Hey. Be a good girl for me and make Erika happy?" It's not like I could say no, but I wouldn't have said no to her anyway.

"Of-of course." I feigned a smile and went to try and kiss her again but she pulled away and led me into the building.

---

The inside was about what you'd expect. Bright neon lights, a bar, surprisingly plush looking purple chairs (at least they looked purple in that light) surrounding platforms with women dancing on them in various states of undress.

There were mirrors everywhere, which made the place a little confusing to navigate. Liv walked me back to what I can only assume was a private room, which was also full of mirrors, along with a couch and a shelf with a lamp on it.

"Stay here." She said.

I obeyed, of course.

The whole vibe of the place had put me on auto-pilot, my mind was a little foggy. After some uncountable time spent tapping my foot nervously and trying not to guess at what Liv's friend would want from me, I heard the distinctive sound of heels clicking on the floor as someone approached the fluffy drape that doubled as a door for the private room. A woman stepped inside and closed the drapes behind her.

Her shiny black stilettos' were the first thing I noticed, but my eyes quickly scanned up her nearly paper-white skin to the leather garters around her thick thighs, with straps that went up, crossing over her black panties and latching onto to a thick belt that was mounted around her navel, which had a whole host of things attached to it, most of which I didn't quite recognize, but I did make out the distinct dangling shape of a whip. Above that she was nude. She had a thick choker around her neck and two more black leather straps around her wrists, which also had hooks on them. She was full-figured in a way that made me feel embarrassed to stand next to her, with big teardrop shaped tits and an hourglass figure, noticeable love handles, powerful thighs. Looking at her exposed chest, I wondered for a moment if that's what Marilyn Monroe's tits would've looked like naked. When my gaze finally escaped to find her face, I found her studying me back with a knowing look. She had wide cheek bones, high arching brows, a strong jaw, full lips, and fierce pale blue eyes.

"Hmm, what has Liv brought me?" She walked in quite confidently, grabbed me by the chin, and studied me. "Cute."

I gulped.

"You will do what you're told?"

"Y-yes." My voice cracked.

"Do you have any limits?"

"No." I sounded more confident the second time, even though I didn't feel it.

She shook her head. "New at this, huh? Follow me." She led me out through the maze of mirrors and into some deeper recess of the place, and into a room with a real door. The inside was much the same as before, but it was completely empty except for the mirrors on two walls, and a big hook on the ceiling.

"Undress." She said, then left.

I obeyed, feeling cold and trying not to look at my body in the mirrors.

"Are you... okay?" She studied my naked body, pulling my wrist up to inspect the marks there, and ran her fingers over the bruises on my ass.

"Yes ma'am."

"Cut out the ma'am shit, I'm a whore. Just not sure you know what you're doing, because I would never let anyone hit any of my girls that way."

"I-uh, I made a promise."

She eyed me suspiciously but seemed to shrug it off. "As long as you're fine." She said, then left and quickly returned with another girl being led by hand.

"I am Erika. You're my practice toy for tonight. This is... hmm, let's call her Joy." The girl was almost as small as me, but definitely older, probably in her 30s judging by her face. She had quite a plain look about her, blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, no makeup, soft features, thin. We were both naked.

"Go on, Joy. Tell her what you want her to do."

"Um, get on your knees?" Joy looked at me, then back to Erika. I obeyed, but Erika chided. "It's not a question, dear, tell her."

"Get on your knees." She sounded slightly more assured that time, which was evidently good enough for Erika. The floor felt harsh on my kneecaps.

Joy walked over to me and I felt her nervousness through the tremble in her hand when she caressed my cheek. "You... are very cute." She smiled.

Erika shook her head. "You're hopeless." She suddenly had a long length of rope in her hands, I don't know where from, but she walked over to the corner of the room and pulled at a small leather bench seat that I hadn't even noticed tucked away there, because it was black on black. She pulled the seat over to me and rested it against my belly. It was quite thin for seat.

"Watch. I'm not showing you twice tonight."

Erika began to tie me up. I don't think a description of what happened would really make much sense, but lets just say that it took her quite a few minutes and a lot of instructions given to Joy, but soon she had me bound up with the ropes tightly enough that they were digging into my skin, and the leather 'seat' was actually a small mount that the ropes went through, which was now firmly pulled against my belly. The length of it ran from my pelvis up to just under my tits. My primary memory about all of it was just feeling doted on by Erika, she was always giving me reassuring squeezes and asking if it was too tight, telling Joy to always follow proper guidelines to make sure the sub is okay, and so on. She was very gentle.

Erika called something, and a big man entered, which made me suddenly blush red. He didn't even flinch, just walked over and grabbed some part of the rope behind me, hoisting me up like I was nothing, and hanging me on the hook on the ceiling. I yelped from the sudden change, fright spilling through me even though I had begun to suspect this would happen. My hands were behind my back - not because they were tied there, but because I was clinging to the rope for dear life. My feet dangled down below me, and suddenly the ropes were digging into my skin deeper.

"Are you okay?" Erika asked, the question seemed genuine.

"Yes." At that point, she had put in so much work I just wanted it to work out for her, whatever 'it' was.

"Good." She pulled something from her belt and handed it to Joy, who was behind me.

"She's already got some bruises, so be careful where you hit her." I tensed up at those words, expecting to be hit, but then Erika continued. "Remember the goal is for everyone to have a good time, not just you." Erika ran her fingers over my butt cheeks, pointing at the big bruise where Mr. Davies' ring had hit me. I was mostly healed, but it was still a brown spot. "If you do things right, you'll never leave a bruise like this - you want surface level hits, nothing deep."

I felt the whip graze over my butt then, and realized just how completely powerless I was being bound up like that. I didn't even think I'd be able to swing myself left or right to avoid the hits. That first touch wasn't even a hit though, Joy was just letting the tendrils of the whip drag over my hanging butt and walking back and forth behind me. I didn't know how to feel... excited, scared, it was all new. I did feel surprisingly comfortable and a little weightless, with my sense of my own weight mostly centered around my bigger backside and dangling legs.

The first hit was pretty soft, but it still left my skin stinging.

"That was good." Erika walked over and my face was hanging right next to her tits. She braced me with one hand on my shoulder. "Again."

The next hit made me wince and try to wiggle my butt. I flushed red, and the murkiness that had clouded my mind since I'd entered the place cleared, and I became painfully aware of what was happening to me, and how much I actually liked it - especially loving every time Erika would touch me, her fingers always lingering a little longer than they had to. My arousal made me ashamed, as usual.

"Again, but try to land just the tips of the whip around the cleft of her butt." This time Joy swung quite a bit harder, and I gave a little cry and strained against the bindings, my body started to rock a little back and forth, which was surprisingly soothing. So was Erika's hand, her fingerpads playing around my clavicle. "You're doing great." She cooed, a little under her breath, and I felt incredible.

The spanking continued like that for a while, soon the stinging of it had tears welling in my eyes, and I kept crying out every hit. The smallness of the room made my cries echo a little, and occasionally I would catch a side-glance of myself hanging there in the mirrors, or catch sight of Joy rearing her hand back before the crack of the whip sent another lightning strike through my body.

"Do you want me to pacify you?" Erika asked, playing with my hair. I sobbed a pathetic "yes please" and she stuck her tit in my mouth. I couldn't believe that sensation, her breast smushed up against my face, her hands around my head, my mouth sucking on her nipple while Joy continued to practice her spanking skills on my butt. I was grateful for Erika's soft breast partially covering my face, and I wanted to hide my face completely against her in shame, but I had no control. My thighs were wet, and Joy even ran her finger down them to scoop up some of my juices, giggling before spanking me again. I kicked a little as if in protest but the truth is I loved every second of it, even the painful stinging of the skin on my butt.

After a while Erika put an end to it with a simple word. "Enough." Then popped her tit out of my mouth and circled around behind me. "Now be sure to soothe the sub before we prep her for the next stage." She directed, beginning to massage my ass and squeeze it, pulling my cheeks apart and then letting them bounce back to cover my little hole. I was a moaning, wiggling mess the whole time she did that, but she seemed to be okay with that. Perhaps it was the goal.