Lauren looked at her girl and pointed to the bed and said "Stay!" Then she walked quickly out of the room. She put in a call to Mark and when he answered she demanded, "Have I been set up here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Tonight after much fun and love, I asked Christy what would happen with us if the world didn't end next week. She answered with the same exact words you said to me last night!"
"Don't be angry Lauren dear. There was nothing done to hurt you. You can trust both of us on that."
"So I have been set up then!" she said angrily.
"Well....."
"Get your ass over here, I want to talk to you and her together so I can get the straight of this."
"Demanding aren't we?" He said laughing, but before she could retort, he quickly went on. "I'll be right over. We love you Lauren. Twenty minutes."
And he hung up.
Lauren, suspicious and a bit put off, went to her room and said to her girl, "Mark will be here in twenty minutes. Go to your room until he gets here. I want to be alone for a while."
Christy hung her head, and knelt and bent down and kissed Lauren's feet several times, and then did as she was told.
Lauren alternately worried and fumed. She turned on the tv and sat on the couch and worried and fumed.
She couldn't really focus on the tv. She had no real idea of what was even on. It was just background noise to cover her fuming. Had she been set up? That much was obvious at this point. Was it all some cruel joke? Neither Mark, nor Christy were like that. But still. She'd been set up.
Almost exactly twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. She opened it to Mark and he took her in his arms before she could say a word and said softly. "It wasn't meant to hurt you. It was meant to help Christy love you."
Lauren started crying a bit and he held her tightly. She didn't cry long, and when she stopped she pulled back and looked at him. "I'm going to hear everything, and you, could be in big trouble."
He smiled at her and replied, "If you and she end up happy in the end, I'll take it," and he laughed.
She laughed with him and pointed to the couch. "Christy," she said loudly, "Mark is here."
She sat down next to Mark on the couch and saw his eyes widen in surprise. She turned and there was Christy, naked, in the process of gracefully kneeling. She was blushing and had her eyes down.
"What are you doing my dear?"
"Coming to visit with Mark as you wanted Mistress."
"You're not wearing any clothes Christy."
"Yes Mistress, you didn't tell me to put any on."
"What?"
"It's in the contract Mistress. 'The slave is not allowed to wear clothing in her Mistress' home unless her Mistress orders it."
Lauren shook her head amazed at her girl's boldness.
"Well, I think you should have some clothes on as you've made Mark uncomfortable...." She started to say and Christy started to get up to go get some clothes but Mark chipped in laughing.
"I think she's made you more uncomfortable than me Lauren," he laughed.
"Oh ya?" She asked looking at Mark with a fire in her eyes. "Fine. Christy, stay!" She pointed to the ground where Christy had been kneeling and Christy returned to her place there and knelt back down.
Mark blushed red but laughed some more.
"Do you want a drink Mark?" Lauren asked.
"Sure. Beer?"
"Christy, get us all some beer please."
"Yes Mistress," Christy replied standing gracefully and heading to the kitchen. The butt plug was plainly visible and Mark blushed and Lauren arched her eyebrow at him as if to say, "Want to play some more?"
"Brave girl," Mark said quietly.
He was smiling gently and she did the same. "Yes," she replied, her attitude softening. "Especially considering her upbringing."
"Indeed," he replied.
Christy returned shortly with a tray with three beers on it. She knelt on the floor and put the tray in front of her. She picked up one of the bottles in both hands and knelt before her Mistress and bowed her head and held the beer up to her in both hands. Mark looked at Lauren and raised one eyebrow. Lauren shook her head slightly and gently took the beer. "Thank you my girl," she said.
"You're welcome Mistress," Christy replied and then served Mark the same way. He looked at Lauren, his blush plain, as she knelt before him, beer held in both hands. Lauren raised her eyebrow at him and nodded at Christy. He swallowed and took the beer and thanked her. "You're welcome Mark," she replied, then she picked up her own beer and knelt back in her place at her Mistress' feet.
Lauren took a sip of her drink as did the other two, and then she held it in her lap and asked, "Ok, Exactly what is going on? You two set me up somehow, and I want the story." She looked at them sternly.
Mark looked at Christy and said, "It's mostly your story dear."
She nodded.
"Ok Mistress, it's a bit long, but I'll begin at the beginning."
"Good idea," Lauren replied sarcastically.
"Mistress, you know what I was like when I met you. Despite that, on the inside I had all these needs and desires that you have helped me free. I wasn't always nice. Anyway, after we settled that you weren't going to convert no matter what, everything went along fine, until I started loving you. It's been what? Four years that we've lived together? I fell for you about two years ago. And it got harder and harder on me and I prayed more and more. But the beliefs my church espouse did not help it go away."
Christy took a long drink of her beer, and made a face at the taste. Then she went on.
"Anyway, about six months ago, I met Mark at a store while shopping. I recognized him immediately as he has been here often in the last four years Mistress. And we got to talking. I found out he was an ordained Minister, and was a druid, who believed all spiritual paths that aren't fundamentally evil, are valid. It was a weird concept for me Mistress."
"I bet it was my dear," Lauren said. She looked at Mark and asked, "And you didn't tell me any of this?"
"I couldn't. It all ended up under the seal of the confessional as things went. Even now that is all I am allowed to say as it is still sealed."
Lauren looked down at her naked, kneeling girl and replied, "But she can."
Mark laughed and agreed.
"To make a long story short Mistress, our discussion led to a lot of thinking, and in the end, I decided that my church was wrong about some things. I didn't know quite what to do about it, cause it's my church."
"Mark and I had more than one conversation over the next couple of months. And I ended up telling him my deepest secrets. And he was just as kind as you. And then, one evening I came home from bible group and your door was open Mistress. I peeked in to see if you were there, and you were loving someone. I knew I shouldn't watch, but I couldn't move away. You were quite rough with her. And she liked it. And you liked it. And then afterward, you were so tender. That sealed it in my mind and heart. And my prayers changed from 'help me not be this', to 'help me have this." Christy giggled. "I got my prayer answered."
Lauren laughed.
"Well, what was all this about doomsday then?" Lauren asked.
"Well, A few weeks ago I told Mark that I needed a way to be able to tell you. And he explained to me that you may be denying needs of your own so I might need to trick you into letting you be yourself."
Lauren gave Mark a dirty look. He held her gaze and asked quietly, "Well, was I wrong?"
She looked at him hard for a few moments and then spat, "Ass. No, you weren't. I've had more fun with Christy in the Mistress role than I ever thought I could. Jerk." And she smiled to take the sting out of her words.
"But Christy, I thought you didn't believe in lying."
"I didn't lie Mistress."
"Oh no? So that guy on the youtube is a prophet then? And he's never been wrong?"
"I was told his predictions have never failed to come true Mistress."
"Oh? And who told you that?"
Mark laughed. "I did my dear. Then I suggested she not ask any questions about it." He laughed.
"Oh? So this guy is a prophet?"
"I have no idea. He might be. It IS in fact true that none of his predictions have ever been wrong before. But, then, this was his first one." He wasn't just smiling, his eyes were laughing. Lauren often wondered how he managed to be so expressive. His lovers must love that about him, she thought idly as she thought about whether or not she should be angry about the whole thing or not.
She stared back and forth between the conspirators, and finally gave in. "Fine. You're an ass Mark, and Christy, I fucking own you."
Mark laughed and drank down his beer, and Christy smiled up at her Mistress and Lauren saw the sun shining out of her smile. "Yes Mistress, you do," she agreed.
"And you had better be a good girl, no more of this manipulation, not even if this ass is helping... no, especially if this ass is helping. Or I might have to invite him over for ice cream."
Christy blushed deep red and quietly said "Yes Mistress."
