Chloe

Eve's first day as a married woman began with a light breakfast on the Bridal Suite balcony with her new husband. Eve had been to many weddings where the hung-over guests had breakfast en-masse with the weary bride and groom, their stilted conversations and dishevelled appearance marring the memories of the delightful day before.

She had made it clear to all concerned that she would be breakfasting with Richard and Richard alone. The two discussed their day and agreed it had been perfect - 'The best Wedding I have ever been to' Richard joked. 'There was one point that made me a little nervous' Richard confided. 'The vows?' queried Eve. 'No not the vows - I knew what I was saying and I meant every single word - Eve Goodfellow, I will adore and serve, love, cherish, and obey you until the day die.' Eve giggled at the passion with which he replayed the words. 'No - I was nervous when I saw Giorgio coming into the party - I'll never forget the way he danced with you when we first came here and I was worried he would do that again.'

'Now there's a thought' Eve teased.

'Thank heavens for your friend Chloe' Richard added.

"At one point you were shirtless on all fours as Chloe used you as a footstool" laughed Eve. " I can picture her now sipping her champagne and gyrating in her seat as if she was sitting on a man's face..'

'Ah Chloe' Eve sighed 'we were at school together but we really became friends when we met again years later - I was about nineteen I think. She has been a huge influence on my life. In fact I probably wouldn't be sitting here right now if it wasn't for her.'

'That sounds intriguing - tell me more' probed Richard fully aware of the excitement in Eve's eyes' 'Ok I will - but I want you to sit and listen - no talking as I tell you about her. If you speak it will ruin my memories of a very special time in my life. Try not to be shocked' Eve put her finger on Richard's lips as she spoke, securing his silence and guaranteeing his full attention before she started telling her story.

'It is funny how chance encounters, single short moments in time, can sometimes have such an impact on your life. One such encounter happened to me when I was about nineteen. I was standing at the perfume counter in John Lewis' when a female vision in black appeared. I swear the whole store went silent. Mouths opened and gasps could be heard as everyone witnessed this living work of art. For a few moments everything seemed to move in slow motion. White French lace formed a low cut blouse. A discrete amount of cleavage teased any onlooker - making them want to see more. The tailored black skirt glided over her hips so that every movement mesmerised anyone brave enough to watch. Every contour of her hour glass figure was displayed like a fine art exhibition. She looked stunning. Her superior air exuded confidence and she was totally aware of the effect her presence had on everyone around her. The attention to detail was unbelievable. I was instantly beguiled. I envied her, I wanted to be her.

As normal speed resumed I was shocked to find she was heading in my direction. As I studied her, I realised I knew her. Her hair was styled to enhance the shape of her face. The immaculate make up accentuated every beautiful feature but there was no mistaking it was Chloe, my old school friend. Well, school friend isn't strictly accurate - Chloe was Head Girl at my boarding school when I was a fresh-faced new girl. I had a huge schoolgirl crush on her, constantly following her around and carrying her books or running errands for her. I remember as she air kissed me, her perfume was a delectable mix of French and sexual sophistication. 'Darling Eve, how are you?' she asked me with genuine interest.

I found it difficult to know where to start but sensing my hesitance she took control of the situation. Before I knew it I was sat in a high class wine bar and she was ordering a bottle of Château Laville. Her slim manicured hands reached over the table to take mine into their grasp. As the wine began to steal away inhibitions we were two giggling schoolgirls again. Recounting experiences, loves and losses she began to reveal how she had decided to be a professional Dominatrix after realising how easily she could manipulate men, especially wealthy men. She told how her parents were appalled that she had turned her back on the family wine business in favour of being a 'glorified whore' and how their ignorance had ensured that she never spoken to them from that day to this. 'What they never understood was that I didn't have any sexual contact with my clients and for them to view me as whore broke my heart. However now I have a wonderful life. I love what I do and I am adored and worshiped by some very influential men'. There were certainly playful connotations in Chloe's admission.

As she ordered another bottle of wine it was comical. The poor waiter nearly tripped over his tongue as she used her femininity to ensure the very best, possible service. 'How do you do that?' I asked, pointing to the scene that had unfolded. 'Oh Eve, it really is quite simple, if you would like me to teach you then why not come to a session I am holding tomorrow afternoon?'. As I mulled over her invitation - you came into my mind Richard and I wondered if you would be able to resist me if I was as self-assured as Chloe. 'I would love to,' I replied in a more than willing way. The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of reminiscence and giggles until evening carried us to our respective homes. With firm arrangements made for the following day I was on cloud nine knowing that I was one step nearer claiming you.

Her home was grand in design and very much reflected her personality. Chloe welcomed me in with the warmest of hugs I was captured by the beauty to be found in every room. Her attention to detail was as apparent in this house as it was in her appearance. Leading me to the kitchen she was every inch the Femme Fatale. Even at this early hour of the day the coordination of her indulgent robe and chemise was breath taking. Made from cream Chantilly lace the ensemble had a floor sweeping silk train which promoted the finished look. Chloe resembled a screen siren - a temptress supreme. Sensing my envy, she whispered 'It was a present. Isn't it gorgeous?' and with that she smiled with such a contentment that I envied her all over again. As we sat drinking morning tea Chloe idly flicked through some magazines finding outfits that would be perfect for me. I was her willing student - a blank canvas for her to enhance. As I studied her face I noted how flawless her skin was. Her chestnut hair had natural highlights that burned when hit by the morning sun. Her green eyes were so knowledgeable and devious, yet held sincere warmth for me.

She insisted that I must see her bedroom and as she opened the double doors I gasped at its pure decadence. The creams and gold were befitting of a Homes and Gardens magazine. I had seen wealth before on many occasions but her taste was so exquisite that it made the ill-designed opulence of other wealthy women's homes seem almost tacky in comparison. She dropped her robe revealing a body to die for that no amount of money could replicate. With no sense of shyness she stepped out of her chemise and walked towards me. She kissed me on my cheek and I felt myself blush - uncertain of her motives. Her hand then reached for my face and drew me closer so she could kiss my mouth. I was rooted to the spot. It seemed so natural for her to be exploring my mouth with her tongue. As she took my hand and placed it on her breast I froze. This was all unexpected and, at that moment, alien to me. Ignoring my inexperience she guided my finger so it encircled her nipple. Feeling it react to my touch I was instantly aroused. Sensitively I glided over the fullness of her naturally large breasts. The kissing became quite intense as she guided me to the shower room. Part of me wanted to say 'what the hell is going on here' but I was hypnotised and floating on a cloud of experimentation.

She set the water temperature and placed me with my back to the tiles. Taking the shower head she directed the water in a focussed exploration of my body, and then trailed the water with her finger. I couldn't help but let out little moans of delight as she touched me in such a way that I felt I was on a slow build-up of sexual awakening. She pressed herself against me as she began to descend my body with the softest of kisses. They were the most tender, gentle kisses I had ever known. When her tongue skated over my breast I gasped and reacted instinctively, holding her head in place to indicate I wanted more. Her mouth opened and closed around the erect nipple sucking on it with such a sense of need I felt light-headed. As my whole body became alive to her touch there was one thing I craved more than anything. I wanted her hand to glide down to my pussy. I wanted to feel her rubbing against it. I wanted to shout it out but the occasion was far too delicate for my vocal obscenities. My whole being wanted more and more of this erotic show of wonderful female lust.

Lathering some rose oil body wash in the palm of her hands she began to work her way down my body. Massaging my back and shoulders she expertly pressed her fingers into every weak spot turning my stance into one of jelly. My body yielded to her direction. She cupped my perfect young breasts and began to manipulate them in such a way that made me start to quiver as it became above and beyond aroused. Rinsing of the soap she purposely aimed the jet of water at my neatly trimmed temple. Teasing the nerve endings with various forces and speeds the shower head mocked my weakness and she smiled at my desire. Pressing herself against me again, her hand caressed my thighs. Taunting me with her unwillingness to explore my heat she started to lick her lips slowly. Trailing her breath down to my love spot she started to kiss me .This in turn changed to soft bites on my fleshy lips. Resisting my aching pussy she continued to torture my mind. My imagination ran wild as I pictured her buried deep within my female chasm and that with expertise she had achieved to tip me over the edge with the very touch of her tongue. I envisaged my honey all over her beautiful face and her greedy mouth devouring my femininity as if I were a delicacy never tasted before. I wanted her to call me her bitch but it seemed too crass for a moment so beautiful.

As soon as this scene had started it stopped and she handed me a luxurious white fluffy towel. Kissing me playfully on the cheek, she giggled and skipped off into her welcoming dressing room. My lungs began to work overtime as I gasped for air. In a whirl of oestrogen and reality I was bemused at what had just taken place. Allowing myself to gather my composure I wrapped the towel around me and planned my exit speech. I had to get home away from this setting. A girl that I had looked up to at school had just totally knocked down any walls I might have had in respect to lesbian acts. Clinging on to a little slice of dignity I went to get my clothes. Chloe was waiting by the side of the bed. My heart was racing as I saw she was strapping some kind of harness onto her voluptuous hips. It was a two way strap-on dildo. My mouth became dry as if I were a slave in the desert. The atmosphere was so serene as she summoned me to her. Like a zombie I approached her to receive another sweet kiss laced with deviance. She began to pinch the cheeks of my bottom then added a little slap to warm up the skin. I remember thinking how bizarre the ritual was. Yet I didn't move for fear of her stopping. As I anticipated each pat I found myself wanting it. In fact I wanted it with a little more force. I saw her reach for a tube of lubricant and after a few seconds she bent me over by pressing her right hand onto my back causing me to lean closer to the bed. I felt the realistic ridges of the cock head rub in-between my thighs causing an initial jolt and a desire for her to delve it deep inside me. She continued to tease me more until she found that her own need to come was growing.

Parting my lips she gently introduced the bulbous head into my pussy. Her own moans were apparent now as she became aroused by the double stimulation. Gone was her playful torment as she thrust the generous sized dildo inside me. I felt the back of her hand spank my bottom with quite some force. A delightful pleasure coupled with an erotic sense of pain seared through my body as every sense heightened. She was fucking me with gusto - slamming herself against me as if she had never come before. Yet reassuring me with caresses she was certainly not a selfish lover. Her hands wanted me, her whole body wanted me and it was so obvious in her rhythmic love making. As all the protrusions of a real life penis head ensured that orgasm was not far away. The veined shaft of the cyber skin dildo was so realistic that I wanted the damn thing to shoot inside my. As Chloe slowed the pace right down they both began to enjoy the intense sensation of pleasure as we orgasmed simultaneously. Chloe kissed me but this time as an admirer and not as the admired. 'I have always wanted you' she said with a sense of achievement. Then with her usual bright manner she told me she was going for a quick shower and offered me the guest bathroom to freshen up before we headed to town for lunch.

There was no awkward silence as we ordered a taxi. We were two girls that had shared something so beautiful that I knew there and then I would never repeat the act again with any other female. To me it was sacred and symbolic and to ever try to copy it would be an insult to the best. 'Now Eve I need to take you to Harvey Nicholls where we shall find all the clothes we need there to make you a first class temptress.' 'I can't wait'!

Armed with luxury bags of Alexander McQueen and Moschino dresses and skirts we headed back to Chloe's house as she had a 5 o'clock appointment with slave Andrew. 'What exactly do you do with him?' I enquired. 'Wait and see' she said. Finding myself in her bedroom once more brought back the intensely erotic scene that had occurred there earlier. However with a deadline looming Chloe insisted that we press on and that I copied her in her preparation for Andrew. Black lace bras, panties and suspenders were placed perfectly on our feminine curves. The finest silk stockings were smoothed over silky legs and then the vision began to form before our very eyes. As I slid into my fluted lace and silk skirt its fitted pencil shape created a silhouette of sheer elegance. Teamed with an intricate black lace blouse and spiked black patent heels I felt every inch the Goddess. Make up, nails and hair were befitting of our outfits - elegant with subtle undertones of enticement. I checked my reflection and there before me was a woman. Not just any woman - I was an arousing sexual seductress totally ready to weave my web around my chosen subject and make him mine. I was refined and portrayed everything a man could desire.

Andrew arrived on time and armed with flowers and gift wrapped boxes he was delighted to see his beloved Domina. I would say he was mid-forties and looked exactly as you would expect a high earning banker to look. He was smartly dressed in a navy blue suit and pale blue shirt. His glasses were thick framed which gave his face a comedic element which, of course, I tried not to focus on. After the briefest glance from Chloe's practised eye, he followed her gaze and discretely placed an envelope in the drawer of her hallway table Chloe adopted her professional role immediately, tapping Andrew on his bottom she told him to go to the playroom to disrobe so that Mistress could inspect him. Her tone was firm and her posture was rigid. She exuded sexual allurement and I could see exactly why a man would be willing to do anything she said. Once he had disappeared she looked at me and said something I will never forget - 'What you have to understand Eve is that all men are toys - mere puppets that we women can play with once we have learned to pull the right strings. And those strings are so easy to find. They pass through a man's mind but are tied firmly to their cock and balls.' 'All men are toys' - I can remember repeating her words out loud.

Following Chloe into the playroom we found her naked charge awaiting inspection. As if he were a private in the army, he stood with his head high, shoulders back and arms by his side. His arousal was apparent and the added extra of me being there seemed to cause the little dicklet to go into overdrive. Using the tip of her riding crop she lifted the head of the cock and asked 'Is this pathetic little worm leaking?' Lowering his eyes he admitted it was. With a short sharp movement she slapped it so he grimaced. The session was a total revelation to me. Men were actually turned on by this sort of tease and denial. I could tell by his demeanour that he was loving every minute of this hellish humiliation. And as I looked at him I thought of you Richard - at last I understood what you had meant when you told me about your 'Mistress' in New York - that terrible day when you cried on my shoulder in the car. I knew you were like Andrew Richard. I stored that thought for the future and reflected on the scene before me.

I decided that I loved this lifestyle and that it was the missing jigsaw piece to make my life complete. I would no longer be going down on my knees to give a man a blow job unless there was something I wanted. I would use sexual rewards as carrots to dangle before the donkeys, so to speak. Men would be getting on their knees to me and begging me for such an honour. I felt truly enlightened by the whole thing. For me the highlight was watching him pant like a dog for the chance to lick our stockinged feet. Removing my shoe I forced my toes into his waiting mouth then watched in amazement as he sucked on my toes as if they were the most precious thing in the world. And the most comical - the moment when he drank her 'golden nectar' from a dog bowl as we sipped our champagne. With Andrews's session at an end he thanked us profusely for a most wonderful experience. He scuttled off to the wet room, showered, dressed and then emerged to kiss us both tenderly goodbye, thanking us for being 'truly amazing' and returned to the hustle and bustle of his successful life but not before placing a second envelope in the hallway table. Opening the envelope Chloe read the note 'Ooooooooo he has left some for you' she squealed - counting out £500.

I couldn't believe it and was actually quite flattered. Refusing it, politely, I told her to buy herself something nice from me. That day had been far more valuable to me than any amount of money. As I prepared to leave I sat down facing Chloe and thanked her for one of the most memorable days of my life. She knew by my tone that I wouldn't be making a habit of calling to see her but I also assured her that if ever she needed a true friend, she knew where to find me. A feeling of sadness hit the pit of my stomach as we exchanged a last embrace. There was something so tender about that moment. Her vulnerability shone through in such an honest manner that I felt flattered she had shared it with me. Gaining her composure she was indeed the most beautiful woman I would ever meet. 'Take care of yourself Chloe' I said heartfelt. 'Have an amazing life my delectable little Eve, you will break many hearts'. Stepping into my taxi with my new found lifestyle and all my new clothes I realised she was probably right.'

'So that is the story of Chloe and me Richard. Now you can stop your heavy breathing, curtail your leaking and you may speak' instructed Eve, slightly flushed and breathless from telling her tale. 'What an incredible woman you are Eve and so is Chloe.'