Escort Mixup Ch 07

Nadia kept looking at the quote on her screen.

'Serenity isn't freedom from the storm. Its the peace amid the storm.'

That was the best she could hope for.

The path she was destined to go offered no freedom to her.

Not just as the lifestyle.

Not just how she needed to be bound to Clara's dominion.

This saying put it in the best way.

The storm would never end in her life. And she was fine with this description of serenity.

And, even this sort of serenity had to be earned.

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On Monday, Wendy was resting her feet on the stool of the window, looking outside, slouching on her armchair. She was probably the only one who was at peace that morning.

In other words, the resonance mainly caused by Nadia was at minimum for her.

She didn't feel the need to control anything; she was completely satisfied as she successfully conquered Nadia in every possible way she would want. Again and again.

It had to be her success to remain friends with her, even if she cruelly sacrificed their friendship for her pleasure. She used their friendship to make Nadia feel worse.

Yet, she was still her bestie.

This proved only one thing. She was a 'natural'.

It was dreamy, how she hit hard on Nadia when she found out the truth about her. Crossing that line, she roamed free, without caring about her. Best experience ever since.

She wasn't happy that they came to a halt after Nadia's meltdown but finally, they found themselves in a status that no one could have planned or established.

She didn't have expectations from her. You couldn't deflower the same girl more than once.

So, she was fine with the current situation.

Nadia could try and chase that rainbow as much as she liked. The rainbow named Clara.

If Nadia failed to secure a relationship with Clara, she could find refuge in Wendy's arms. Or, at her feet. If that happened, Nadia's fate would be in her hands, depending on Wendy's decision on what she really wanted and how far she could go.

If there was a happy ending for Nadia and Clara, she still believed that hot naughty stuff wasn't out of question. Because, she learned about Clara's interests. And that she couldn't stay put.

Interesting couplings could be awaiting in the horizon.

She didn't refrain from considering 'Clara' as part of such coupling opportunities. Even the thought of making Clara jealous, just by existing in Nadia's life was giving her some sort of sexy energy.

She loved being a strong, selfish and winning woman. Life was better this way. She felt bulletproof. And, probably, she was.

She leaned back in her armchair, inhaled deep, sipped from her coffee cup.

All the others were in a place where they misperceived what was going on, oblivious to their own situations.

Clara was feeling guilty and bad but she was having trouble concentrating on Nadia, still tasting Norma on her lips, with her smell still smeared on her face.

She wanted to get her money's and pain's worth, so she fell asleep on her couch like that, without taking a shower.

This wasn't just about Norma. Remaining in that mood meant there was no need to think. Since she wasn't asked about her opinion the whole weekend, this was some sort of a silent retreat for her.

She wanted to stay in that zone where she didn't have to make decisions. Especially, life-changing ones. And, when she lied down, the soreness on her butt cheeks helped her stay in that mindset, where she was a plaything for Norma. With every pain she felt on her limbs, she was recalling another dire situation she endured and this was keeping her horny. She missed being at her house already.

Andrea was one of the happy ones that morning.

Right after sending Nadia away, while getting prepared to have breakfast.

She felt good. Definitely not in peace, she was also hyped up. She gave up trying to settle the flying thoughts, concerns in her mind. Her overall assessment was 'it's their problem, not mine'. She liked to feel like this for a change.

Sexy, playful, energetic like a young girl would.

Sexy, powerful, satisfied and selfish, like the strong woman she was. Like a royalty who was above the laws, who had the right to molest or use the maids for her pleasure without feeling bad. Seeing tears in their eyes was the spice of this wonderful experience.

She didn't have underwear under her nightgown, and she decided not to put them on before sitting at the table in her kitchen. For the last five minutes, she was blaming herself for forgetting to have breakfast like that the day before. With Nadia under the table. If it wasn't Monday, she'd call her. She'd tell her what she wanted without hesitation. She could tell her. Without shame. 'She chose to be my slave; she has to be ashamed' she thought.

She loved thinking over and over, about the same subject.

But she was satisfied.

She needed her alone time, without those nuisances at her feet. She was indeed native about this. Being selfish and arrogant was what described her as long as she could remember. She always demeaned other people, as if everyone existed for her.

And she put her qualities in action, in a most extreme situation. She didn't feel the need to prove herself anything anymore.

She already claimed those women and she would only want them around for mostly physical satisfaction, not for her ego. Not that much.

She snickered, thinking about Nadia, taking a bite from her butter bread.

Who would put herself in such a position? And why? She knew why. It was about Andrea. She, apparently, was making other women feel like that. She wondered if all the other women in this neighborhood had similar fantasies or expectations. About her?

How many more were there, who'd give anything to collapse at her feet? 'I bet Susan definitely would...' thinking about one of the neighbors who recently got divorced. Apparently, they were losing some core confidence in themselves after their unsuccessful marriages. Maybe that was why their perspectives were shifting. The way they felt when they were in the presence of a successful, strong woman. Or, they simply had enough with 'cocks'. They needed something superior.

Nadia had tears in her eyes when walking home, trying her best not to be seen by any of the other neighbors. As if they would understand what happened if they saw her. She tried to think it wasn't a big deal. But it wasn't possible.

Andrea didn't even care to act like a dominatrix, while humiliating and dominating Nadia. She acted like the lady of the house, making everything happened look natural. In some sort of a dystopian parallel universe.

How she made her feel like Nadia was the lucky one, as she was satisfying her, worshipping her royal bodily fluids.

How Andrea looked at her, seeing her grateful eyes as she 'let' her disgrace herself like that. As she 'let' her clean her pussy, as she let her cum flavored juices drip in her mouth, as a favor.

How she 'let' Nadia clean her house and toilet, constantly criticizing her.

She never felt that embarrassed, while still wanting to be there.

When she arrived home, she wiped her eyes and had a coffee, to get herself together.

In an hour, she was calmer. Once again, she was making peace with her nature.

For a moment, she felt like she was a slut of that kind. Not the type of slut she had been thinking lately, the other kind.

The unfaithful kind.

The one who fooled around, did naughty things, cheating on her lover.

That wasn't her, that wasn't what happened; she knew it.

But she noticed that she'd prefer being that sort of a slut, instead being in the exploited victim situation she always found herself in.

Because, this way, she could see Andrea as a reciprocal sex partner, in her own definition of 'sex'. In Clara's definition of sex.

She was glad that she experienced different stuff with Wendy.

At least, she didn't have to fool herself about her. It was the proof that this was somehow a reciprocal thing and it was the kind of sex Nadia needed.

She still didn't think she became a lesbian. Her mind wasn't letting her think like that. She wasn't looking at other women or finding them attractive. This was completely another context.

Then, she got angry at Clara. Instead of being afraid of how she would react if she learned. Probably lesbians would laugh out loud, if they wouldn't curse at her for her conclusions.

Anyway. She didn't cheat on Clara. She didn't become a slut for no reason.

Clara made this happen. She left her in the dark; she summoned that evil witch to play with her emotions or urges. It was obvious that even some of Andrea's sentences or thoughts were coerced by Clara.

If she spent the weekend under Andrea's rule, it was Clara's doing.

Why didn't she take Nadia and make her do things the way she wanted? Without involving others? She didn't see any limits for the things she would do for Clara.

If it was a 'must', why didn't she take Nadia and make her submit to Andrea herself? At least she would know she belonged to Clara. That they belonged together.

Why play such games?

Wasn't this her plan? If Clara was going to be angry at Nadia, this would mean that she was stupid.

Nadia decided that she had to promise herself.

To try one more time and make Clara hers. And stop thinking about her if it didn't work.

It wasn't possible for her to go on like this. She could find herself as the whole neighborhood's slut, staying in this pattern. She experienced this first hand. If Andrea told anyone, they would get in line in front of Nadia's house to have their pussies kissed. Oh, and they would love to talk down on her while this was happening.

She knew those women, she knew herself.

If she succeeded, there would be nothing to think about anymore. Except Sandra. She had no idea on how to manage that.

If she failed...

Would she still want to be Andrea's plaything?

What about Wendy?

Was it possible for her to get some help and recover from this mood?

To find a man? To have a real, normal relationship?

Thinking that, she felt a partial relief.

She knew, thanks to those women, she was well equipped to confuse any man after all these experiences. She knew what triggered what kind of a person.

Would she hide her true desires just to control a submissive man? Would she enjoy being her true self with an alpha male? She had no idea on that part though. She couldn't picture herself bowing down in front of a man or kissing his feet. Maybe she could enjoy a different type of submission with men. A humiliating, rough, good fuck from an ogre wasn't something she could say 'no' to, at the moment.

But, since such gorgeous alpha women didn't want to let her go...

If she had a bit more self-confidence, she could believe that she was the one who scored with all these three incredible women. Any man's dream, any lesbian's fantasy.

That was a good mindfulness exercise. Making her feel like she had options. For a brief period.

But all those alternatives put her in a dark mood. She realized that she wasn't going to accept anything other than being with Clara, not without permanent unhappiness.

She changed her promise.

'I will do whatever I can, I will fight for this. To make Clara take me. No limits this time!'

She had no idea what that meant. She had no breakdown for this plan. She just acknowledged that having Clara was the only way to be content in this life, as she knew it.

And, Wendy was the only person that came to her mind, as the closest thing to a confidant or a friend she had, in this route. She felt sad again, knowing that this was no different than a sheep asking for a wolf's help.

Luckily, Clara spent two days in her couch, mostly sleeping or watching TV, just to let "Weekend at Norma's" wear off from her soul. And her sore parts.

And, Andrea needed to spend time with her usual 'social circle'. To feel normal, after that spree she had.

To prove herself that her normal life wasn't damaged, that she could spend leisure time with the mediocre women in the neighborhood, doing less than mediocre activities with them. And, her eyes frequently found Susan, wondering if her presence was making her nervous.

But, letting Nadia alone for two days was more than enough, it wasn't a wise move.

No predator would let its prey go astray.

Perhaps she wasn't aware that Nadia never wanted to be her prey like that.

In her helpless mood, Nadia spent all her time thinking.

She tried to find a way to get out of this mess, bumping into another roadblock in each path.

Having Wendy on her side, she could make Clara jealous. Such a plan had to rely on Wendy not exploiting any chance she found. Which seemed unlikely. But her last time with her gave her some hope. To trust her. As much as she could trust a selfish and dominant woman.

She wasn't thinking about Clara yet. She had to stabilize the other moving parts first.

Andrea was the main unpredictable issue. She probably thought that she had an on call slave in her neighborhood. She didn't seem like she would refrain from calling her or stopping by, whenever her pussy had an itch. Or, whenever she wanted to play with Nadia's mood.

About Clara learning what happened with her; Nadia had no idea how she would feel. She could guess how she would react but all she cared about was how she would genuinely feel about it.

If Clara chose to stay by her side, she could easily resist any advances from Andrea. Otherwise, she wasn't sure. Even Andrea's name was enough to make her feel horny. She was longing for the agony she inflicted on her. Just by her classy stance. Just making Nadia accept that Andrea deserved Nadia's unconditional submission. Just being the nosy, snob bitch in the neighborhood. Being the person who attracted Clara in any way. Just because she was the attractive annoying neighbor who didn't even try hard to make Nadia walk to her house, to hand Andrea her leash, to almost beg to be adopted by her.

She still couldn't clearly figure out how that happened.

She didn't call Clara. She didn't even talk to Wendy.

She just thought.

There was only one thing on her mind. That, jealousy was Clara's most vulnerable weakness.

There was another fact. She also knew that Clara was used to be in control, even in her most submissive fantasies.

If she learned that she was a pet for Andrea all weekend, she could despise Nadia.

So, she had to be careful.

Nadia also knew that Clara had a different perception of sex. To her, domination and submission was sex.

And she could finally see that, Clara would know what was pathetic and what wasn't.

Failing to resist could be pathetic, still being the sexiest thing ever. Which would make Clara jealous the most. But, again, might ruin Nadia's worth in her eyes as well.

On the other hand, choosing to fail, as a path she was itching for, maybe not so much...

So, Nadia realized that she should stop being the victim. She had to be the one who was the 'customer' who wanted to be the victim.

Or, that sort of slut, for that matter. The one that had needs and the one who wanted someone to satisfy those needs.

Finally...

She rested on that idea and this thought started to become her reality. It was real. It was true. Being submissive was who she was; in her new identity, something she wouldn't change to anything.

Having desires and needs was part of this reality.

Except the part that she 'chose' this. They forcefully made her want this, in spite of her resistance. They pulled her strings to make her submit to them. And finally, they drained her dignity out of her, making her beg for it, making her squirm.

But 'they' didn't need to be 'that' sure about this fact.

So, in this new mindset, she had to be ready to defend that someone had to earn Nadia's heart, for the privilege of satisfying Nadia's needs. Wording could not be right, but this was going to be her reference argument.

Just like the opposite of what those women constantly advertised. She knew they were right to their core and she wouldn't want it any other way. But, in the present day, things were slightly different than how things started with them.

To put it right, there were three women who had a strong desire to have Nadia at their feet. They wanted her lips on their cunts. They needed Nadia to thank them for walking over her.

So, there was only one Nadia in this small circle. Sure, they could find other pathetic losers out there. But what if Nadia wasn't that pathetic?

What if she managed them to see her in a different perspective? At least some of them? At least, until she succeeded in her goal? Until she managed to convince Clara to make Nadia her permanent property?

Didn't it work on Wendy to a point?

There seemed to be another upside in this.

The reaction would change depending on the person. She could hope that while one of them found her more desirable, another could also lose her confidence.

So, in their situation, she could hope that she would get beneficial reactions in the way she wanted from all.

If she could make Andrea believe that she could give Nadia some room, so, she could focus on Clara, without being that much worried about her Andrea affairs.

Since the goal was to make someone change her perspective, there was no room for errors.

She had a role model. Clementine. Who could act as any character in any context.

In her case, she didn't need to act. She had to own the realities of that character and avoid ignoring what actually happened. She had to own everything she was and she did.

In the late afternoon, she called Andrea, after some self-convincing, rehearsals, some breath exercises and a shot of tequila.

She could do no wrong in this.

"Yes?"

"Hi, Andrea."

"Nadia..." as if she didn't see her name on her phone.

Nadia didn't miss that tone, which had the pretext of 'Oh, you again. Couldn't have enough?'

Andrea wasn't wrong.

Nadia's knees felt weak hearing her voice and she needed a second to continue. Making sure that her voice didn't tremble. To hide her real mood, that she'd beg Andrea to be her doormat again.

"Yes, hi. I couldn't find a chance to call earlier, sorry. This may sound awkward but I wanted to thank you for the weekend. I'm still speechless. That was beyond what I could have expected."

"What are you talking about?"

"On top of how a gorgeous woman you always had been, your strong character was dreamy. It was incredibly mesmerizing to be under your rule. To be given such a chance. And, satisfying you, oh my... I'm grateful to you."

Like she was thanking for the dinner she was invited. Complimenting on anything that was served and talking about the dessert at the end.

She got ready for this phone call. Not to diminish what happened. Just to show Andrea that Nadia was fine with that kink of hers. Just to show her that this was a naughty game played by both sides. To show her that she had no problem that Andrea ruled her soul to the core.

"I... I mean, thank you?"

She was still thinking if guilt or shame was making Nadia do that call. This made no sense. Was she trying to normalize what happened? As if she wasn't groveling on the floor the whole weekend, to kiss her feet, suck her...

"I wouldn't have dreamt of such a thing. I mean, even before you, I had been having thoughts in that area. Even before our conversations. But this was an unexpected level. The way you crushed my dignity and soul with your character and elegance..."

Andrea's mouth was open, trying to decide if she had to feel proud or...

"Being owned by my neighbor like that, it was hard for me to return home afterwards. I'd love to have it happen again, if you would like that. Of course, before that, I need some time to recover from this paralyzing arousal caused by you. You... I'm out of words, Andrea."