Author's Note
Hard to believe it was over five years ago that I wrote Start With a Feather. The idea of a sequel has been rattling around in my head practically since the day I published it. I couldn't possibly have let it linger for five years, could I?
Yeah, I guess I did. Sorry.
Start With a Feather is one of those stories that dives into the softer (dare I say cute) side of domme/sub relationships. I really enjoyed the characters and their interactions. Judging from the comments, I'm not the only one.
So where do you go after you and your girlfriend start with a feather? Well, for Jessie and Kayla, it's to the hardware store for a bit of twine. Specifically about six feet (two meters) of the stuff.
Enjoy!
WP
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Copyright (c)2023 WaxPhilosophic
All characters are over the age of eighteen and you should be too if you're reading this.
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Add a Little Twine
Kayla lays a kiss on me like it's her dying wish. And after a minute, I take a deep breath let the butterflies out with a sigh. She drops her finger across her lips and leans into the microphone. Kayla touches the mute button on the mixing console and the light goes out.
"That was Concrete Blonde, Still in Hollywood. One of my favorites from way back in the previous century. Nineteen eighty-six, I think... I'll have to look that up." Kayla flashes me a smile and reaches to tap play on the tablet she's got plugged into the mixing console. "And don't forget, at the top of the hour, my girlfriend and I will be playing original or cover, where we discuss the relative merits of cover tunes versus the originals. But first, not a cover, but definitely from the eighties, wrap your ears around The Stone Roses with Fools Gold."
Kayla pushes the channel volume fader up with the index finger of her left hand, while she sends the fingers of her right weaving into my hair again. I lean in and touch my lips to hers.
"Careful what you start," I say, "or you're going to miss the end of the song. And risk the dreaded dead air."
"It's nine minutes long, Jessie." Kayla swoops in for a quick peck. "We've got time."
I stand up from my chair that's parked right beside her in the cramped radio studio. I'm hunched over so Kayla can keep her fingers wrapped up in my hair and I don't have to be far from her luscious lips. "Almost like you planned it that way."
Kayla grins as I move to straddle her lap and let her pull me in. She's back on my mouth in a flash.
"You're trouble," I say, mumbling around her lips and tongue.
Kayla chuckles and pulls back, holding me at arm's length with her hands on my shoulders. "Mm-hmm. You should talk. Are you even wearing underwear?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," I tease. Kayla's got her hand parked on my thigh like she's ready to find out.
"Seven minutes," I say, sneaking a peek at the music player on her laptop.
"I bet I can find out in three." She gins as she says this, and moves her hand a little farther up my thigh.
"Hmph," I say and stand up. I pull my leggings down far enough that she can see I've waxed recently. I push my hips forward into her face. "All you had to do was ask."
The kisses Kayla had been planting on my lips are now landing at random intervals between my navel and the more sensitive area that's still hidden below the waistband of my leggings.
"You've got two minutes," I say. I have no idea if that's right or not. I haven't looked at Kayla's laptop since she started kissing again.
"Shit." Kayla pulls back. "I haven't even queued up the next song yet. What do you want to do for cover versus original?"
I shrug. "I dunno."
I watch Kayla's mouth twisting this way and that as she thinks. I'm tempted to grab her by the hair and push my waistband down a little more, but when I catch a glimpse of her laptop screen, I can see my estimate wasn't that far off.
"I've got it." Kayla holds up a finger. "How 'bout Tainted Love?"
"Somebody covered Soft Cell?" I say, impressing myself with my random eighties knowledge. Hanging around Kayla and her big walking encyclopedia of musicology brain has rubbed off on me.
"Soft Cell covered somebody else," she says, tapping at the laptop keyboard. "Let's see if I can find it. Will you do the announcements while I look?"
"Sure," I say. And while Kayla is madly searching the 'net and cross-referencing with her collection, I grab a pair of headphones, lean into the mic, and reach for the mute button. I make sure to park my hips right next to Kayla's face as I do. I tell myself it's because the studio's small and there's not much space.
"This is Lady J," I say, using my cool DJ name I came up with for myself. "Here in the studio with my girl Special K. It's coming up on twelve o'clock, and we're getting set for Original or Cover, where we play a tune by the original artist and a cover of that tune by somebody else..."
Kayla's making a face, and I don't think it's because she's still trying to figure out if I'm wearing underwear or not. It's not that kind of face. She holds up her hand and makes a sort of rolling motion while she bangs on the keyboard.
I take that as my cue to improvise a little. "Now, if you've never played the game before, let me give you a little run down of some of our past comparisons."
Kayla's nodding now. She's still slapping the keyboard like it's a red-headed step child, but she's no longer frowning.
"Last week," I say, "we did the Joe Cocker cover of A Little Help From My Friend by The Beatles. I said Cocker wins hands down, but Special K loves The Beatles more than life itself, so there was no convincing her. Though she did finally cave on the Earth, Wind, and Fire version of Got to Get You Into My Life. She may love The Beatles, but deep down, eventually everybody caves for a band with a blistering horn section. And let me tell you, Earth, Wind, and Fire has horns..."
Kayla's giving me a thumbs up now. I take a peek at the laptop screen.
"But before I get too deep into the weeds on horn sections, this week it's Tainted Love," I say. "Betcha didn't even know that was a cover. I know I didn't until, oh about five minutes ago. Let's see what Special K's pulled out."
Kayla, taps the play button and the familiar tune starts up. She pulls a pair of headphones over one ear and leans in "It's the top of the hour and this is Cover or Original," she says, "With your hosts Lady J and Special K, on your community radio station."
"How's that for stalling?" I ask, after tapping the mute button and pulling the headphones from my ears.
"Perfect," she says.
I smile. "While I'm on a roll, you wanna play the Jessie's wearing underwear or not game?"
Kayla chews her lip. "It's only a three minute song," she says. "We're already thirty seconds in. I doubt--"
"You'll just have to be quick about it."
Kayla sits unmoving for a few seconds. She starts to reach out, but then apparently thinks better of it and pulls back at the last.
"Suit yourself." I grin and roll my waistband down, leggings, underwear and all, until I'm nearing indecency. I take a quick peek at the laptop screen. I see a minute thirty remaining.
Behind Kayla's laptop, I spy a collection of pens in a little wire mesh holder on the corner of the desk. The word Sharpie beckons to me. I pick it up, twist the cap off in my teeth and hand it to Kayla. "You've got about forty-five seconds, but I'm guessing the song will start fading out before that."
Kayla looks at the Sharpie marker. "Forty-five seconds for what?" she says, her eyebrows knit together.
"To sign your name over my pussy, Kayla," I say, shifting the cap to the corner of my mouth so I can talk, and pushing my waistband down a little more. "It's yours if you want to claim it. Why don't you write you name so you won't forget... So I won't forget."
"Jessie..." Kayla looks a bit like a deer wandered onto the highway, hypnotized by the headlights of an approaching car.
"Thirty seconds, baby," I whisper, and tug so Kayla can see I am indeed wearing underwear, and also that it's a bit clingy and moist at the moment.
"You're bad," she says, leaning in with the Sharpie to pen her name on my skin in indelible ink.
"Mmm," I moan, and snake my hand over her name and under my waistband before pulling everything back up. I show her the glistening tip of my middle finger. "Song's ending. You want me to do the announcements again?"
"I got it." Kayla smirks. She grabs me by the wrist and licks my finger clean. "Can't have you touching anything with those sticky fingers."
I grin as she drops my hand and reaches for the headphones.
"The first song... um... Okay, Original or Cover... Uh... We just heard Tainted Love by Soft Cell. We're not going to make you guess. That was the cover. Now it's time for... um..." Kayla stares at her laptop. Her face is flushing red. "Gloria Jones. That's the... um... original. Okay, here it goes."
I smirk as Kayla taps the screen and pushes the channel volume up. "What's the matter love?" I say. "I'm wearing underwear, so I know it's not that."
Kayla sticks out her lower lip and blows out a breath that sends a strand of her hair floating upward. "You know exactly what's going on."
"I've never heard you get flustered on air before."
"I've never signed my name over anybody's private parts before."
I take a minute to hook my thumbs in my waistband and pull it out far enough to see her signature in black ink. I shiver just a little as I think about how many showers I'll have to take before it starts to fade. If I'm careful, I can probably keep it looking fresh for a week or two before it needs touching up.
"Does it get you hot?" she asks, holding her lower lip in her teeth.
"Yeah," I say. "It does. You?"
Kayla blows out a breath and reaches to turn up the volume on the studio monitors. The room fills with the sound of Tainted Love, but with the soulful vocals of Gloria Jones backed by a respectable horn section. "I'm still chewing on it."
"Well," I say, "I'm proud to have your mark on me. And it's not like it's a tattoo or anything. Plus, I'm not in the habit of sliding my pants down for just anybody, so we're the only ones who'll ever know, if that's what you're worried about."
Kayla's habit of chewing on her lip when she's deep in thought is surfacing again. I steel a glance at the laptop screen, and turn to her. "You want me to start?" I ask.
Kayla nods.
I reach for the headphones and tap mute button, before moving my finger to the channel fader. "This is Lady J on your community radio station. And that, my friends, was the Gloria Jones version of Tainted Love. I have to say, it's a new experience for me, but I might be inclined to say it's my favorite. Let's see what my partner in crime has to say about it. Special K? What's your take on Gloria Jones versus Soft Cell...?"
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One hour later
Kayla and I are walking down the street to our favorite pizza by the slice takeout restaurant. It's been part of our routine since we started doing radio shows together. Her fingers are tangled up with mine, but her head is somewhere else. And I know why.
"It's freaking you out, isn't it?" I ask. "Having your name on my skin?"
"I don't know if that's it," she says. She's pausing to chew her lip again, so I know the wheels are turning in her brain. "I think it's the way... Do you really want me to own your... Your..."
"My pussy?" I whisper. "Yeah. It gets me hot thinking about your name down there. Your fingers down there... Mm-hmm."
"Jessie." Kayla's stopped walking, and as our arms stretch out, I stop too and come back to her.
"You don't like the idea of owning someone," I say. "I've known you long enough."
"I'm sorry," she says, hanging her head to look down at where our hands are linked.
"Don't be," I say. I touch my finger under her chin. "If I ever take things too far, let me know."
"But you like it?"
"Yeah. I do."
"Okay," she says.
