Part 1
Your Decision
I wake slowly. My behind still feels a little tender, but the residue of the previous night's mind-blowing orgasm is still lurking in my body. Janet's hand is resting lightly on my breast, and Diana's is cupping my mound. I feel safe, warm and sexy.
And in need of a pee.
I manage to extract myself from the tangle of bedding and limbs. There is something very satisfying about sharing a bed with two other women but getting out to go to the bathroom can be awkward.
After I have relieved the pressure on my bladder I realise that some of my more intermit parts still feel sticky. I grin at Diana's exuberance in smearing the honey on me and decide to have a shower then make coffee.
The water caresses, making me feel very alive as I clean the last vestiges of Diana's handy work away. My mind keeps dragging me back to just how the previous night made me feel. I never expected it to be so satisfying. In my experience, when you act out a fantasy the reality rarely matches up to the expectations, but last night had exceeded them. Mainly thanks to how well Janet and Diana had accepted what I had done.
I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me. My robe is in the bedroom and I don't want to disturb the others until the coffee is done. I decide to wear just the towel to make coffee. After the adventure I had experienced the previous night, I feel overdressed.
Of course, the kitchen still looks like there has been a fight between two rival bee keepers in a BDSM club. I sigh. The worse thing about having a really wild fantasy is cleaning up afterwards.
I bite the bullet, knowing that before I go anywhere near the coffee maker, I need to clean up at least a little of the honey that Diana had managed to get on everything.
Happily, I have a steam cleaner to do the floor, which saves a lot of time and effort. I fill the tank and switch it on to heat up while I dismantle the bondage table. Flashes of the previous night burn brightly in my memory and I feel the warmth of arousal touch my body once more.
I bend forward to pick up the green apple gag off the floor and my towel slips a little. I smile again and let if fall away as I stand upright. It isn't the first time I have been nude in my kitchen, but today it feels different. Naughtier. Sexier.
I take the towel in to the sitting room and leave it on a chair, then return to the kitchen to clean up. I can't help but grin stupidly as I remove the spanking machine from the table, I wonder how it would feel if it had been spanking elsewhere on my body... my nipples... my clit.
Heat flushes between my legs and I feel a little light headed as a tiny climax touches my nervous system. My head spins and I need to take hold of the table to steady myself while I breath deeply.
With a little balance restored, I take the last item off the table. My special occasion toy. It feels heavy in my hands as I give it a clean with surgical wipes. I close my eyes once more as I remember the powerful throbbing it created inside me. It was always intense before but having someone else control it while I was totally helpless filled my body with an ache to be used again.
With a very shaky hand I place it back in its box. I wonder if my friends will still see me as Alice or as something different. I know I have crossed a very big line with them, but I needed them to know what really lights my fuse.
The coffee maker brewing away nicely while I am giving the floor a clean. My mind isn't really in the present space. I am too busy imagining what it would be like to be submissive to both Janet and Diana and I'm getting more and more aroused by the minute. I let my fingers caress my wet folds
"Now that's a pleasant view for first thing in the morning."
The voice cuts in to my hazy world of sexual fantasy like an ice pick. I let out a small squeal instinctively letting the hand that was teasing me cover my dampness.
"Someone's jumpy." Janet half jokes a slight look of concern on her face. "Is everything okay Alice?"
"Y-yes." I stammer, trying not to think about what had been running through my head. "Sorry I was miles away."
"Are you sure?" She asks. "I think I know you well enough to say it looks like you have something on your mind. Is it something about last night?"
As a distraction, I pour coffee for us both. Janet like hers strong enough to stand up without the mug, so I pour mine first before adding more coffee to hers.
"Oh coffee. Just what I need." Diana's light tone eases a little tension out of me. Her innocent attitude always makes me feel a little more balanced as she seems to know instinctively what I'm thinking, and I don't have to go in to depth in explanations.
I smile at her and pour out a very milky coffee with sugar, exactly how she loves it.
"You were telling me what the problem is." Janet says softly as she takes a sip of her coffee.
"Problem?" Diana chips in. "Is there a problem?"
The situation is surreal. I am still covering myself with one hand, while in my own kitchen. Janet and Diana both sit at the table that only a few hours ago I was strapped to and screaming out climax after climax.
I sit on one of the chairs opposite them, crossing my legs demurely. The cool wood of the chair reminds me of how damp I am as I make a slight squelch. I feel my face warm up a little.
My two closest friends are watching me intently. Janet slightly worried. Diana is wearing the expression she has when she is trying to solve a complex coding issue.
I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out, instead I sip my coffee, pretending to be in control.
"She's embarrassed." Diana says in her matter of fact tone.
"Embarrassed?" Janet echoes. "After what we have done together?"
Emotions well inside me. Things I have kept hidden, only allowing them to slip out in tiny traces during my normal every day existence.
"I get off on being dominated." I blurt out, my face is burning with shame. I have always tried to be the strong confident one of the three of us. The leader, the knowledge base, the alpha. Now I was admitting I was nothing like that. In truth I craved to be told how to behave. I had known this ever since Tina had found me nude on that rock climb, and had it confirmed when she stripped me and kept me naked for nearly a week.
I realise what I have said and clamp my hand over my mouth. I can taste my own arousal on my skin as I do so and a mixture of exhilaration and mortification washes over me.
"But you have always been in charge." Janet says her mouth open in surprise.
It is Diana who bridges the gap between what I can't say and what needs to be said. She stands and moves around the table, wrapping her arms around my bare shoulders. Her tousled auburn hair tickles my skin making me want to shudder in delight.
"I understand." She says and plants a kiss on my neck. "You've always had to be the leader, but just wanted to be led."
