Ann Ch 10

Wednesday morning came with rain. Rosie and I had slept until the alarm woke us up, and after a short shower, we made breakfast ready while the rain ran down on the outside of the window panes. I sighed - my raingear was in my apartment, and if I should go and get it, I would need a change of clothes afterward.

Rosie held out two wet cotton swabs for me. Oh, yes, my ears. I hadn't thought of my newly pierced ears that morning, but as I held the cotton over the studs, I could feel that they didn't move freely in the holes. The bath had soaked most of the crust, and Rosie helped me clean the last.

I felt a tingle in my loins when I looked at my pierced ears in the mirror: This was the first thing that Jenny had done to my body as my dominant partner. I accepted that she was choosing my clothes; I trusted her, and every time I was thrilled to see what my fate would be that day. But the changes, she wanted to my body, were a bit scarier to me. Still, I trusted her, but I was certain that I would experience some unexpected changes in the future. Pierced ears and longer hair were ok with me. What more could I expect? I thought about Rosie: She had chosen her hair color herself, and her pierced nipples were a pre-Jenny thing. What was left? Her pierced nose wing? Perhaps Jenny didn't want many changes and was telling me things to keep me on my toes and make things exciting. Jenny could arrive any moment, so I decided to ask Rosie later that day what Jenny might want. I had collected a few questions that could occupy our evening after the gym.

"I hope that Jen can drive us to work."

I looked at Rosie. Of course, that would be a solution, I could take the bus back after work.

"That would be nice."

"This is for you."

Rosie held a glass of water and when I took it, she popped a pill from a blister sheet and gave it to me.

"Oh, thanks. I had forgotten all about it. I will see to it that I get my own today. I've got the prescription."

I looked at my arms and down my body and said with a grin:

"Jen told me I might turn green."

"The worst thing is the fangs you'll be growing."

Rosie went for a kiss.

We heard Jenny coming up the stairs. We opened the door and welcomed her with kisses and hugs. She took off her wet jacket and hugged us again.

"Have you behaved yesterday? Did Bitch get you home safely?"

As we nodded, the coffee maker made a nice, snoring sound to tell us, that the coffee was ready.

"Yes, we came home safe and dry. We had a nice evening, but we were missing you."

"I have missed you too. Can I drive you to work? I got soaked just getting from the car to the door."

"Oh, yes, please. Come and get breakfast."

It was nice to be all of us together again. We told Jenny about our evening, and Rosie asked her about her plans this afternoon, but she just answered:

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. Just remember that I am cooking tonight. Ann, I hope you like butter chicken."

"I do. Very much."

"Good. Do I need to pick you up this afternoon?"

"No, thanks. I'll take the bus. Rosie?"

"I'll do that too. We are going to the gym tonight?"

"Yes, I leave a bit early for work. You can go home by bus?"

"Sure. We cannot ask Bitch again, she's not our designated driver every time."

"I think they will take the bike there tonight. No need to bother them."

It was still raining, when we had finished breakfast, and we got ready for work. Jenny donned her damp jacket and brought an umbrella to the car. Then she drove close to the door, so Rosie and I could get in on the back seat in an almost dry state. We were a bit early, but it was fine for me; I could get to work unnoticed. I was comfortable with Jeannette knowing about my relationship, but I was in no hurry to spread the news to everyone.

As we arrived at my workplace, I directed Jenny to the back of the building. There was a canopy for the loading doors, and it was a perfect place to get out of the car, protected from the heavy rain. I hugged Rosie and kissed her goodbye, and well out of the car, I leaned through Jenny's window to kiss and say a decent goodbye.

"Have a nice day, Ann. Is that a friend of yours?"

I backed my head out of the car window and turned to look. There was a car behind ours, and almost next to me I saw Jeannette standing. I gasped.

"So this is the lucky girls? At first glance, you could have done much worse, Ann. Hello, I am Jeannette, Ann's cellmate."

She shook hands with Jenny and as Rosie cranked her window down, they shook hands too.

I stood there with my mouth half open. Things were happening too fast for me. I took a deep breath and resigned: The cat was out of the bag and what could I do? Jenny reached out and tugged my arm:

"Relax hon! It is not dangerous. I gotta go now, there's a car behind us."

I smiled at her and nodded as she waved and drove off. Rosie waved too, but had to roll up her window before the car got out in the rain. Jeannette's husband Tom followed in his car, and Jeannette and I were alone. Jeannette held my shoulders and looked at me.

"I know this is awkward for you, but it is ok. I'll keep your secret. It was nice to meet your girlfriends, but you didn't tell me you are dating the hottest girls in town. Not that you aren't hot yourself, but those two chicks are a notch hotter than anyone I know. Now, let's get inside."

As we walked down the corridor to our office, Jeannette found my hand with hers and squeezed it.

"I am so happy on your behalf."

It was a bit strange, but she kept my hand in hers. I wasn't entirely against it, I had gotten used to hand-holding during the last week, but I was relieved when we reached our office, and I got a last squeeze before she let my hand go and opened the door. As we sat, she sent me a smile:

"I am not into girls, but I feel that I am missing out on something being a cis-gendered woman."

"Doesn't Tom give you what you need? Oh, sorry, it came out the wrong way, and I know, I really shouldn't ask."

"Oh, there is nothing wrong at home. On the contrary. Married for five years and still hopelessly in love."

"I am glad to hear that. I have been in love for a week, and it has been a bit chaotic. I haven't recovered from the initial shock, and I hope that I eventually will have processed all impressions and be able to think straight again."

"Think straight? Do you really mean that?"

"That pun was not intended..."

We were silent for a moment or two.

"Well, I don't want to be too nosey. Let's get ready for the phones ringing."

It wasn't a busy day, so we had time to talk. I needed to practice small talk, and we both avoided topics like love, sex, relationships, and such. But still, I got a smile out of nowhere a few times that day. Every time it happened, I was reminded of my two girlfriends and all the sex we had had, and I was sure that I had a blush each time. At least, my face felt warm.

It was mid-afternoon, and I don't know why, but I just needed to tell Jeannette. Or show her. I reached into my pocket and found the scrunchie, I bought the other day. It took me no time to gather my hair and place it like Bimbo had shown me.

"Hey, have a look!"

Jeannette looked up from her screen.

"Wow! I have never seen you with a ponytail. Those piercings - aren't they new?"

"Yes, I got them yesterday. It was not my idea, but I like them."

Jeannette leaned a little forward to have a better look.

"They look good on you. I like the pink color. It is not significant, just a hint. First step on the path away from being a tomboy?"

"One of them. I own a skirt now too."

"Oh, really? There is still hope for you. Have you considered a change of appearance?"

I couldn't explain that I didn't choose what I was wearing and that I had allowed Jen to begin my transition into something less baggy.

"Yes, I have. I go for a subtle change over time. I would hate the attention I'd get if I dressed in daisy dukes and a lace tank top tomorrow. Sans bra."

Jeannette laughed.

"Not even I would show up in that. If you change a little every week, no one will notice. Perhaps someone will say: 'Didn't Ann wear baggy jeans and big shirts last year?' There is nothing dangerous there. Trust me. I have had days here in really tight jeans, and no one has commented. If you hear any negative or harassing comments, remember that it is against company policy, and you will have all the support from the direction you need."

"I know. I hope that I don't need that. I know that not all men are monsters, and my problem is that I just don't want to talk."

"I think we all know that. Go for it, girl. I'll have your back if you want."

"Thanks a lot. I appreciate that."

I reached up and removed my scrunchie, best to let my hair down before I forgot all about it.

As often happens with our conversations, we were interrupted by a ringing phone. This time it was for me. The manager of our local retail shop had a few problems. He was a nice guy, and a good manager regarding being the boss for a handful of guys. He had been elsewhere in Life, this was his first job as a shop manager, and he lacked some administration skills, especially with the IT platform, we were using. I could tell him that some of his problems came from the flawed registration of a few customer's accounts. It was not his fault, and I promised to help him the next day on my way home. It was not the first time I did that, and my direction was glad, I could help him out. He had solved some staff problems in his first weeks as a manager, and they wanted to support him whenever we could. I cleared with Jeannette that she could be alone during the last hour of work the following day, and I made a few preparations and sent my boss an email about it. As expected, I got a fast answer that he was glad I wanted to help. I enjoy being helpful, and with the street cred, I earned that way, I was allowed to bend a few rules when it made sense or leave early another day if I had the need. I had shown that I could think fast and that they could trust me, and that is worth gold.

On my way home, I bought my pills. I jumped off the bus close to a drugstore, and on the sidewalk, I put on my scrunchie. I felt a bit naked, but I had to get used to it. I got good advice from the pharmacist in the drugstore, and when I told her that I wasn't having any pill-free weeks, she added a few good tips on things to look out for. I was heading home, glad and content, and when I got off the bus and was near home, I made sure that the scrunchie sat in place. That would be my new habit. One of them. I spotted Jenny at her car, taking a few bags from the trunk. I kissed her and took one of her bags. To my surprise, she knocked on the door on the first floor and greeted the old lady who opened it.

"Hi, Violet. This is Ann. She's a friend of Rosie and me."

"Pleased to meet you, Violet."

"Hello Ann. Your friend Jenny is so nice and helpful. She does most of my shopping, at least the heavy stuff. My legs are not what they used to be."

Jenny sent me upstairs with the bag, I was carrying. Most of it was for the fridge or the freezer. She disappeared into Violet's kitchen to put her things away, and I said a polite 'goodbye' and left. At home, I had just emptied the bag when Jenny came. After the mandatory hug, she pulled on my sleeve:

"Lose it. All of it."

Soon, I stood naked in front of her. She gave me a plastic bag with some fabric inside.

"I haven't had time to gift wrap it."

"That's ok. Thanks."

I opened the bag. It was probably some sports clothing - black with some pink piping. I unfolded it - it was a swimsuit.

"Thanks a lot. You know that I cannot swim?"

"Yet. Rosie has promised to teach you later today and a bit tomorrow. It is not the same without water, so we'll guide you in the water on Saturday. Try it on, please."

I did. It was not too tight, but fit snug to my body like it should. It was a one-piece swimsuit with a modest cut, with legs an inch or two long. I had feared it was a hi-cut, but Jenny knew what she was doing.

I let my hands slide over my breasts and stomach. It was a nice feeling, the thin smooth fabric over my body. Jenny came close and hugged me, letting her hands cup my buttocks and giving them a squeeze.

"You've got a kink there. Is it the sensation or the shiny part of it?"

"Both, Mistress. I think both. Is that bad?"

"Hehe, not at all. But that makes three of us.

"Three of what?"

Rosie had opened the door as Jenny spoke.

"Three smooth-and-shiny-stuff-fetishists."

Soon, I was sandwiched by Jenny and Rosie, having their hands roam all over my body - at least that part of my body covered by the swimsuit. Before I got too short-breathed, Jenny said stop and told both of us to get naked. We were told to kneel, and Jenny buckled our collars on. She pointed at the bathroom:

"Go do, what you need to do and meet me in the bedroom."

The smell of leather was significant in the bedroom. Now the bed had a few leather straps attached. They went tight over the mattress and were fastened in some way under the bed frame. Two straps ran equally spaced from the headboard to the foot end, so they parted the bed in three. They had several D-rings attached, so they were not designed to part the bed - they were more like attachment points. Two other straps ran across the bed about where hips and feet would be when you were lying on the bed.

"When you have two subs, you'll need two sets of everything. Come here with your hands."

Rosie held her hands towards Jenny, who took a set of leather restraints and buckled them over Rosie's wrists. Then it was my turn, and soon I was wearing two black leather bracelets, about four inches wide and with two straps buckled tight. On the inside of my wrist, there was a shiny chrome D-ring on each, and the leather of the manacles formed a tongue that reached the middle of my palm. At the end of that tongue was a chrome-shining steel ring too.

"Sit on the bed, you two. There and there."

We sat as we were told, and with our feet on the bed, Jenny kneeled and buckled ankle manacles on us. I could see that Rosie's had traces of wear, while mine were brand new.

"You have been doing leather work this week?"

Rosie asked, but it was more like an observation because it was obvious, that it was handmade - in a good quality and a nice design. I could tell that Jenny was skilled - I knew good tack when I saw it, though my experience came from horses only.

"Oh, yes. It seems like we need two of everything and yet some. Now lean back, so you are lying on the vertical strap."

We did as told, and Jenny put a pillow under my head and another for Rosie. When satisfied, she took a small carabiner clip and anchored the ring in the back of my collar to a ring on the strap underneath me. Now I couldn't raise my head, only move it from side to side. When I looked at Rosie, she smiled at me while Jenny fastened her collar the same way. The distance between our heads was not short enough for a kiss, but we could always blow a kiss, which we did.

I had no idea of what would happen now. It was another first for me - being restrained in bed. I guessed that since the straps were new, it was new to Rosie too. Rosie's hand found mine, and we played with each other's fingers while Jenny clipped our other hands to the belt under our thighs. We let our hands part as Jenny clipped them to the belt, but we found that we could hold hands ok while we were restrained. We continued holding each other's hands while we were blowing kisses at each other. I could feel moisture build up in my pussy out of expectation. I remembered Rosie's advice to focus on the present and not on, what you wish will happen. All I knew was that I was about to have my first real bondage session.

Jenny clipped our feet to the strap down there, and it surprised me how far my feet were from each other. There wasn't room enough, so when Rosie's ankles were fastened, her left leg crossed mine just above our knees. Being strapped to a bed was wonderful at the moment, but being so close to your sub-sister was adding a calm and safe feeling. I was not alone.

"One of us is overdressed." Jenny had been standing admiring us in our limited ways of intimate interaction. She shed her clothes and soon, she stood naked at the end of the bed. She placed her knees between ours and laid down between us. Her hips just fit between ours, and she just had to turn her head to get a kiss from one of us. As her hips were at level with ours, our hands were near her pussy, and we took advantage of that opportunity to caress her and begin fingering her. She was wet, but after a while, she withdrew after a kiss to each of us. With her pussy gone, our wet fingers found each other and we held hands again. Our breathing was a bit faster than usual, which was no surprise.

Jenny left us for a minute and came back to the bedroom naked and carrying a tray with a bowl and some smaller things I couldn't see good enough to identify. She sat on the bed and soon I had a warm and damp washcloth on my pussy. Oh yeah, it was two days ago; shaving time? - no need to tie us up for that.

I was right. Both Rosie and I got lathered up and Jenny began shaving Rosie. She took her time, at least that was what I thought, because I just lay there, longing for her to touch my pussy. Rosie enjoyed her treatment; I could hear her breathing change. At the point where she began moaning, Jenny had finished her and it was my turn. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the process. I felt Jenny's fingers slide softly over my skin, followed by the razor. She took her time, making sure that she had been everywhere twice. I gasped when she pulled my small labia to stretch the skin for the razor. Then her fingers held my clit to one side, while the razor passed, and then to the other side. It was erotic in a way I had never thought of. I had forgotten that Rosie and I held hands, and suddenly, Rosie gave me a short squeeze. I squeezed back, wondering why I did not find it distracting, but merely enhancing my perception of being bound and utterly passive, while another woman touched my pussy in so many ways. Jenny finished her job by wiping me with the warm and wet washcloth several times. I followed Rosie's example and moaned loudly. I was in heaven.

Jenny put the tray on the make-up table and entered the bed again. She put a knee between my knees and the other between Rosie's. Then she nestled in the narrow space between us again and kissed us in turns. I was stuck, I couldn't move much, and as Rosie let my hand go, I tried to caress Jenny. All I could touch was her inner thigh - I couldn't bend my wrist enough to reach her pussy. In the meantime, Jenny had finished her kisses and moved further south to kiss our breasts. And now I could get to her pussy, and Rosie could too. We caressed her labia and fought to be the one with her fingers on our Mistress' clit. Jenny enjoyed it - we could tell from her moaning.

After a while, Jenny sat up and reached down behind the far side of the bed. As her hand reappeared, it held a vibrator, powered from a socket on the wall. I had seen such a vibrator on the internet - it was a vibrating ball a little bigger than a golf ball, attached to a handle. I had seen it named a magic wand, and the girls using it in the videos enjoyed it like it was a god's gift to women.

I couldn't move. I watched the vibrating ball come closer to my nipple, and when it made contact, I got goosebumps all over. It was a fantastic feeling to have my nipple vibrated, and soon, my other nipple got the same treatment. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling, and suddenly, there was - nothing. I opened my eyes, and the vibrator was at Rosie's nipples now. She sighed deeply and purred like a cat. Soon her turn was over, and it was my turn again.