A Cure For Boredom Pt 02

A Cure for Bordom - Part 2

Julia was nervous as she walked into the office. It seemed strange that another woman owning her didn't bother her, but people seeing her new haircut and outfit made her so anxious.

Her Mistress had taken her out and helped sculpt this new look. Julia didn't really have a choice in the matter, not if she wanted her relationship to continue.

It wasn't as if she was coerced, however. She was more than happy to let the older woman change her appearance. She had always wanted to do more of that but was always afraid of making major changes. What if people didn't like them?

Now only one person's opinion mattered, and seeing as how it was her idea, she obviously approved. It felt freeing somehow to have the woman make these decisions for her. She still wasn't sure why that was, but she was grateful for it.

As she left her car and walked toward the building, she thought about the past week. It had been a long one. Sofia had told her she probably wouldn't get much rest that first week, and she had been right.

Lena had driven her to and from work each day. It took a good 40 minutes to make the trip, but since Sofia had delivered her to her Mistress she didn't have a car to drive herself.

The older woman worked in town as well though, so it wasn't far out of her way. And the long ride gave the pair a chance to talk.

They talked about all kinds of things in the car, but there were a few topics that quickly became routine. On the way to work, Lena always asked how Julia was feeling about their relationship and the events of the previous day in particular. Julia appreciated the open communication.

Her evenings were full of lessons on what Lena expected from her. Many of the things they talked about were normal, everyday things. Some of it was theory - what made a good submissive, why being one was meaningful. Some of it was practical, how to perform certain tasks. And some of it was about the kinky things that she had spent so much time thinking about after hearing Sofia talk about her experiences.

The only downside was that the conversation, even when it wasn't remotely kinky, got her far more aroused than she felt like it should. Just being reminded she belonged to the older woman energized her. It was better than caffeine!

It would have been a good way to start the day if not for the fact she had to work very hard to collect herself walking into the building so that she wouldn't embarrass herself. Once last week her nipples were so erect that just the act of walking caused them to continue to be stimulated. She had to stop in the restroom to give herself time to collect herself.

She had been sure that everyone walking into the building, and everyone on the way to the restroom had noticed. She knew how unlikely that was, but she still felt like everyone so much as glancing her direction was wondering why her nipples looked like they wanted to poke someone's eye out.

Fortunately, today her thoughts were more on her new outfit and new hair. She received two comments on the way to her desk, and several more from her coworkers throughout the morning. People were surprised but seemed to like it.

She was just beginning to finally focus on her work when she heard someone approaching. She turned to see Sofia there for their morning walk.

"Wow, Julia, you look amazing!"

Sofia was a supportive friend, but Julia could tell by the look on her face that she was telling the truth.

"Thanks. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. If you and Lena like it, I'm sure it's a big improvement. It just feels so different."

Sofia smiled. "Well, that's probably because it IS 'so different'. Come on, let's go for a walk."

At Sofia's suggestion, they opted to walk outside for a change. There was a lake just outside, and it was a nice day.

"So you really like it?" Julia asked once they were alone.

"Shit, yes. You looked great as a blonde, but with your hair straightened and dark like that? I don't know what it is, but it suits you. Something about that haircut and the color change makes you look more sexual somehow. "

"You're full of it, but thanks." Julia laughed. "I guess I AM more sexual now. Somehow I went from being into guys and practically a virgin to a lesbian who can't get enough. Maybe it's not the hair."

Sofia laughed. "Maybe. But it really does work for you. And I assume she picked out the outfit for you?"

"Yes. I feel weird in it. It's so tight fitting, I feel like I am trying to show off the body I wish I had. And even if I had the body for it, it seems more appropriate for a date than work."

Sofia lurched to the side, hitting Julia with her shoulder. "Cut that out. You have no skin showing. It's totally work-appropriate, but you look AMAZING in it. Seriously, I never knew you were hiding such a great body. If I met you at a club, I would try to fuck you."

Julia blushed and looked at her feet. "Thanks." She felt like she should say more, but no words came to her.

"Hey, no problem. Next time I talk to Lena, I'm going to thank her on behalf of the entire office for giving us something to drool over."

Julia elbowed her friend. "Ok, it's your turn to cut it out. No one is going to drool over me. I appreciate it though."

"Oh, I am definitely drooling, but I'll stop. So how was your weekend? Have you been home yet?

"No, not yet. She asked me if I wanted to go home. I said no. Then when we reviewed my contract on Sunday, we decided it would be best for me to stay with her for the duration of this first contract."

Sofia looked genuinely surprised. "Wow, so you guys are really hitting it off huh? So, lots of shopping, a new haircut, a contract, that sounds like a full weekend. Was there anything else exciting I should know about?

"Well, she introduced me to spanking. Does that count?"

Sofia turned to look at Julia. "Oh yes, that definitely counts. Tell me more!"

"Well, um...she called it impact play." Julia laughed. "I guess you already know that and I sound like an idiot."

Sofia put a hand on the back of Julia's arm. "Not an idiot, just new. We were all there once. It is an exciting time. Anyway, hurry up and spill the details."

"Well, she started with her hand. Then she used a paddle, a flexible pole thing with a little tiny leather paddle thing on the end, and some kind of thing that was like a bunch of ropes all tied together."

Sofia laughed. "I think you mean a crop and a flogger."

"Yes, sorry. I don't know all the names yet. She probably mentioned them, but I was a little distracted."

"I'll bet you were. I assume you were naked for this."

Julia felt herself blushing. "Yes, I was."

"How did you like it?"

"Well, the hand was kind of nice. I think I enjoyed that for the most part. The others, not so much. I mean, one or two swats would probably be okay, but some of them really hurt."

Sofia laughed. "I think that is the whole point. But some people enjoy that."

"I don't think I am one of those people," Sofia answered. "At least not yet. Maybe the others would have been more enjoyable if I had only had them. Maybe if the hand had come last I would have hated it."

Sofia stopped and stared at her friend. "At least not yet...that is an interesting choice of words. I will have to tell Lena you said that."

"Why? Did I say something wrong?" asked a suddenly nervous Julia.

"No, she would be thrilled to have heard that. You may never enjoy those things, but you are open to the idea. She would be proud of you."

The pair started walking again. "Whew," Julia said. "You scared me there. Sorry. I'm just a bit on edge today. The hair change was because she is having me do a modeling shoot this weekend. I'm a bit terrified."

"What kind of modeling shoot?", Sofia asked with a grin.

"It's a totally normal kind. It's for some kind of fancy snack cracker I think. I guess they just want a bunch of attractive people to be there with them. She said we don't even have to eat them. They just need 'eye candy'. I have no idea why they would want me."

Sofia turned and pushed her. "I told you to cut that out. You were cute before but with this new look...I'd fuck you right here on the ground, in full view of the building."

Julia laughed. "I'm sorry. And thanks...I think..."

Sofia turned and hugged her friend. "Don't worry, it will go great."

As it turned out, it did go fairly well. Julia had felt remarkably lost and out of place, but everyone had told her just what to do. At times the direction made her feel self-conscious and embarrassed, but Lena had explained that the constant minor adjustments were normal.

"I told you that it would go well," the older woman said as she drove them home. "You have a lot of potential. You could make a pretty decent living at this."

Julia chuckled. "Thank you, but I think I had better keep my day job. I'm not sure how many snack foods there are out there who can't afford better models."

"Oh, you would be surprised. But I thought we talked about this. You are a beautiful girl." Lena briefly looked over at Lena before turning her eyes back to the road.

"Thank you, but you know I can't compete with actual models."

"You really can. I keep trying to tell you that." Lena was starting to sound exasperated. She sounded almost sad.

"I'm glad you think so. I just..."

Lena cut her off. "Which of us does this professionally?"

"You do."

"So which of us do you think is a better judge?"

"You are."

"So then why don't you believe me?"

Lena thought for a second. "I'm sorry. I realize you know far better than I do. I just assumed you were just being kind, trying to make me feel good."

Lena glanced over again. "I want you to feel good, but I will NEVER lie to you. If I tell you something, it's true, and I am telling you that you have an impressive body."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I will remember that. And like I said, I'm glad you think so, because it is all yours."

When the pair arrived back home, Lena ordered Julia to strip and led her to a guest bedroom with a full-length mirror.

"Okay Julia, tell me what you see."

"I see myself naked?" Julia said, not knowing what else to say.

"I want you to really look. Start at your feet and go up gradually, focusing on each part of your body."

Julia tried to comply but found it difficult. She initially just glanced up her body quickly before forcing herself to start over and slow down. Try as she might, she found her eyes repeatedly focusing on the beautiful older woman behind her. She couldn't compete with that. Staring at herself was almost physically painful.

"Tell me what you are thinking," Lena continued. "And be honest. No lies, don't leave anything out."

"I'm sorry. I'm trying to look at myself and see what you see, but it's hard to look at myself. My eyes keep wandering to you standing behind me. I keep comparing myself to you, and there is just no comparison."

Lena smiled despite herself. "That is very flattering but untrue. I have an idea. Stay here. I'll be right back."

Julia turned her eyes from the mirror and waited. A minute or two later Lena reappeared holding what looked like a pair of blacked-out goggles.

"Someday, you will see yourself the way I do. Unfortunately, right now your eyes are lying to you, so I am going to take them away. Maybe that will teach you not to listen to them until they start seeing things properly."

The older woman gently placed them around Julia's head, then adjusted them slightly. "Can you see?"

Everything had gone completely black, not even a trace of light. "No ma'am, nothing."

"Good."

Julia felt the older woman take her hand and lead her toward the door. She moved cautiously, shuffling her feet, sure she would trip and fall or bang into a wall.

Lena must have seen this. "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you. You are far too precious to me."

"Thank you, Mistress. Sorry. I trust you. I'm just a bit new to being blind. I don't know how to do this."

"Stop apologizing." Julia felt the woman take her other hand. From her voice, it sounded like she was facing her now. That made sense given she was now holding both of her hands. She suddenly realized she must have turned to guide her through the doorway. For some reason that made her relax.

The next thing she knew, she felt her legs brush what had to be a bed. Lena's hands were on her body, guiding her to sit, then lay back on it.

She felt the woman's knees and calves pressing up against her legs, then gradually withdrawing as she felt the pressure of the voluptuous woman as she lay atop her. She felt the woman's breasts pressing against her belly.

Lips gently ran over her right breast, moving back and forth before withdrawing.

"Oh my dear little slave, you are so beautiful. Such perfect little breasts..."

Julia felt the lips return, this time kissing her breast. She felt a tongue begin to play with her nipple as a strong hand began to squeeze her left breast. The woman was kneading her breast so roughly that it hurt. Lena began to suck her right breast.

After a minute or two the older woman's mouth withdrew again, but that hand continued to squeeze her left breast. It was quickly joined by another doing the same to the right breast.

"My dear, you are so precious. I just can't get enough of your perky little tits. They are amazing. I bet every guy you work with, and probably most of the women wish they were in my place right now. Just imagine all those poor souls who have to see this perfect chest every day, knowing they will never be able to enjoy it."

Julia was pretty sure that wasn't the case, but who knows, maybe there were one or two people at work who secretly wanted to see her this way.

She didn't have much time to think about it, because the lips turned their attention to her left breast, quickly distracting her.

Before long the lips began to kiss down one of her arms, then the other.

"Such beautiful long arms." the woman said between kisses. "So young, so supple, so toned, yet so thin and lanky. The perfect arms for a model. The perfect arms for being tied up as well. I can't tell you how amazing you look when I have you tied up and helpless."

Julia briefly wanted to see what she looked like when she was tied up. It was the first time she could remember wanting to see a picture of herself.

The lips moved to her legs. "...and these legs. Any leg man would die to have these wrapped around him. If you put on a pair of "short shorts" and went out it would be insane how much attention you receive."

Lena laughed. "I can just picture how uncomfortable that would make you. We are going to have to do that sometime for just that reason. And maybe after countless men drool over you and annoy you with awful pickup lines you will start to believe me when I tell you how beautiful you are."

The lips moved to her clit. "And this..." the woman said withdrawing for a second.

"We all know..." a quick jiggle with her lips

"what fun...", the woman's tongue darting over it several times.

"the men..." a long lap of Lena's tongue up her pussy

"would have..." she felt one hand move under the small of her back as the tongue darted out again.

"with this." two fingers entered her, rubbing gently, probing.

"I promise you there will be people out there who see that ad and imagine playing with your sweet little body just like I am doing now. There will be teenagers picturing you as they masturbate. Trust me, I know about these things. Are you starting to believe me yet?"

For some reason, Julia did. "Yes, Mistress. I believe you."

With that, Julia felt the tongue return. She felt Lena's face forcefully press against her. She felt the tongue play her clit like a master violinist might play their instrument.

It didn't take long for her to start bucking her hips. She felt the woman's strong hands grasp her ass, holding her tight to the face that was giving her so much pleasure. A few seconds later she felt a shattering orgasm rip through her.

Her body collapsed onto the bed. She felt Lena move up her body, laying on top of her. She felt lips press against hers, forcing them open. She felt a tongue enter her mouth. Julia recovered quickly and began to kiss back.

She tasted something strange that she quickly realized had to be her own juices. She found it odd that it didn't disgust her. The woman kissed her so passionately that Julia was quickly lost in the sensations.

This would never give her an orgasm, but somehow it felt just as good, perhaps even better. The weight of the woman on top of her somehow made her feel ... safe? Owned?

And the kiss...somehow the kiss was filled with meaning. Orgasms brought carnal pleasure, but this brought its own, deeper pleasure. One could get addicted to the carnal pleasure, but this kiss just made her feel like she was exactly where she belonged. Somehow this woman she couldn't see at the moment felt like home.

When Lena finally broke off, Julia had no idea how long they had been at it. It had seemed like just a few moments, but she wouldn't have been surprised to find out it had been over half an hour.

"Thank you, Mistress," she said when it became clear Lena was finished. "Would you like me to return the favor?"

She heard her Mistress laugh. "Oh yes, you will return the favor, I promise. But there is time for that later. For now, aren't you hungry?"

Julia hadn't noticed until Lena said something, but she hadn't had anything since well before the shoot. "Yes. I could definitely eat."

"Okay then. Eat dinner first. Eat me later."

Julia laughed.

She felt Lena take her hands. She stood up, woozy for a second. Then she felt her Mistress guide her out of the room.

Julia's Mistress moved ahead of her once again. "Careful, stairs..."

Julia felt for the drop with her feet before taking a shallow step down. As she continued down the stairs she was surprised by how safe she felt. She had no doubt if she slipped that the older woman catch her. She just hoped Lena was keeping herself safe, walking sideways perhaps as opposed to trying to back down the stairs.

When they got to the kitchen Lena guided the younger woman to a chair. Julia sat down. She felt surprisingly alone when her Mistress left her to make dinner. Without her sight, the lack of her Mistress's touch felt jarring somehow.

She knew the woman was only feet away. She could still hear her, which was comforting. She forced herself to focus on the sounds. They seemed more ... colorful wasn't the right word ... when they were the only thing she had.

Julia heard Lena sit down next to her. She felt something brush her lips. "Eat up, you are going to need your strength."

She opened her mouth and took a bite. "Thank you, Mistress," she said after she had finished chewing. "After that performance, I would hate to tire out before I can properly return the favor."

The older woman laughed. "Oh, don't worry. I will make sure you pay me back for that orgasm. And I still need to punish you for not trusting me earlier." The woman paused. "Well, perhaps if you are an extra well-behaved little slave and you promise not to doubt my compliments in the future we can skip that."

Julia felt genuinely awful for doubting her Mistress. She trusted the older woman completely. She just struggled with compliments. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I have never taken compliments well. I know this is your job, and I know how good you are at it. I do trust you. It's just ... I have never thought of myself that way. It's hard for me to accept."

Lena took her hand. "I understand that, believe me. I just hate to see such a beautiful girl not giving herself the credit she deserves. One way or the other I am going to change your self-image."

"Thank you again, Mistress. When we started this I thought it would be all kinky sex. I thought this would be my little adventure. I didn't expect you to be so good for me. This is the healthiest relationship I have had."