Jane had rung the doorbell and now stood on the doorstep waiting anxiously for Fran to answer the door. She was very, very nervous and fearful that if her friend didn't answer the door quickly she would bottle out altogether and run for cover. But what she didn't know was that Fran, approaching the door from the other side, was also anxious, and genuinely concerned that she wouldn't be able to go through with what they had arranged either.
The week previously the two women had enjoyed a very explicit alcohol fuelled discussion about their most secret sexual fantasies. That afternoon had revealed a mutual interest. Jane had confessed to fantasizing about both giving another woman oral sex and about being dominated and disciplined, fantasies that dovetailed neatly into Fran's craving to enjoy the services of a female sex slave.
On the back of that they had arranged to meet today to satisfy those secret longings, but now, faced with the real possibility of fulfilling their fantasies, both women were worried that they might let each other down. Neither had ever done anything similar before, and neither really knew what they were doing, apart from what they had read, or fantasized.
Much as Fran wanted to be 'served' sexually, especially by a woman, ordering someone about in the bedroom was something new, and she was a little bit daunted at the prospect of having to discipline her friend. She was, after all, a very slim five foot two, while Jane was curvy and four inches taller. She would need to dominate her slave without using physical strength.
For her part Jane was scared that she would chicken out of everything at the last minute. She had never, ever, had any sexual contact with a woman before for any reason and she wasn't sure just how far she could submit.
The door finally swung open and Jane gazed at her friend, her soon-to-be mistress and lover, and thought how beautiful she looked. Jane had taken care with her make up and appearance, dressing in a long colourful gypsy skirt and white blouse with her long blonde hair hanging loose over her shoulders, but Fran was dressed as usual in jeans, coupled this time with a Betty Boop tee-shirt, and looked simply gorgeous without any artificial help.
Fran motioned Jane into the house without a word and the pair walked into the lounge in silence, suddenly very aware of why they were meeting and with their hearts pounding in sudden trepidation. The moment of truth had arrived, fantasy was about to become reality.
Jane watched as Fran poured wine for them both, this simple act of hospitality the last thing she would be doing for her today. From now on it was Jane who would be the servant. She wondered too how an evening's sex might affect their ongoing friendship, but shrugged that problem off in the belief that they had known each other long enough to separate the two. For a little while they sat facing each other in a silence so heavy as to be almost visible, sipping wine and looking more than a little apprehensive, while Jane tried desperately to think of a way of starting things off.
"Do you wish me to call you 'Mistress'?" She asked finally, solving the problem with a question.
"Yes, but not until we start. There are things to agree first."
Jane sat silently, waiting for Fran to continue.
"First. You will give me pleasure and you will refuse me nothing, in return I will give you humiliation and pain. Do you agree without reservation?"
It sounded a bit contrived, as if Fran had carefully rehearsed the line to cover everything and to set the tone. But Jane didn't mind, far from it, she felt a delicious shiver run through her as her Mistress began to set out her conditions.
"Yes. Completely." Jane replied, knowing that her answer committed her into Fran's control.
"Second. I do not want to know what your preferences are, because it is only mine that count. I intend to do and to order you to do whatever I want without considering your enjoyment at all, but if there is anything in particular that you know you can't face, now is the time to say. Is there?"
"Oh no, absolutely nothing!" Jane's reply was immediate, that scenario was just what she had envisaged. "I just want you to make me do whatever you like."
She hesitated for a moment, and then spoke again.
"I've been thinking about today and the more I thought about it the surer I became, and I want you to know that I will do anything you ask and take absolutely any discipline or abuse that you want me to, the firmer the better. But my husband doesn't know anything about this, so all I ask is that you don't leave me with any lasting marks to explain."
"I can promise you that." Fran assured her. "Now, I want you to pick a word, one that is absolutely not going to come up normally today. That will be your safe word, a word that you can use if things get too much for you, because if you say it, then everything will stop immediately."
Jane thought for a minute. "Geronimo." She said eventually.
"Geronimo?" Repeated Fran, clearly surprised at the choice.
"Yes, Geronimo. Sam shouts it sometimes in fun when he jumps on top of me, but I hate it, so it's one I'm going to be really hard pushed to use it." Jane wanted to make it difficult for herself to back out.
"Geronimo it is." Fran looked at her and took a deep breath. "Then are you ready?"
Jane felt a sudden jolt of adrenalin at those words, but she nodded and answered meekly. "Yes, Mistress."
"Then take off your clothes." Fran's tone was not harsh, but it didn't allow for refusal.
It had begun. Jane rose from her chair with her heart pounding and walked quietly to the centre of the room, kicking off her shoes as she went. Then, having reached a clear space she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, taking pleasure in showing Fran her long slim legs and the tiny black thong that she had chosen to wear.
She stood facing Fran; her feet planted firmly about eighteen inches apart, and began to undo the buttons of her blouse, all the time looking her friend in the eye. The blouse slid from Jane's shoulders and joined her skirt by her feet, leaving her in just her matching black underwear.
Jane stood still for a few seconds, mustering the courage to carry on, but then just as Fran's mouth opened to prompt her to continue, she reached behind and unclipped her bra, sliding it down her arms and letting it fall from her wrists. Then she quickly hooked her fingers under her thong and, with a single stoop, slid it down her legs and stepped neatly out of it. Now breathing just a little heavily she stood upright to watch Fran's gaze roam over her naked body.
"Lower your eyes in front of me, and tidy away your things."
Jane immediately complied with Fran's instruction, blushing slightly at her first reprimand. As she moved to pick up her discarded clothing she turned around, consciously wanting to allow Fran a view of her beautifully rounded bottom and just a tantalising glimpse of her pussy when she bent over. Without rushing, but without deliberately dawdling, Jane neatly folded everything and placed in a neat pile on the side table. As she did so Fran got to her feet and walked forward.
"Now undress me." Fran lifted her arms above her head and waited for Jane to obey. "And with a little less theatre, if you don't mind."
Jane's cheeks flamed from her second rebuke in so many minutes, but she took hold of the hem of Fran's t-shirt, sliding it up her body and over her head, while at the same time allowing the heels of her hands to brush over Fran's breasts, catching her erect nipples as they passed. That very fact of touching Fran sexually for the first time, even in such a small way, gave her a definite thrill, especially as Fran seemed not to have noticed, or had deemed the touch accidental.
But Fran had noticed, she waited until Jane had pulled the top clear and then deliberately reached forward and twisted Jane's left nipple hard. Jane gasped as the unexpected pain coursed through her, her face showing a shock that masked the joy that she felt at experiencing her first punishment.
"I will tell you if, when, and where, you may touch me." Fran told her harshly. "Now kiss my feet in atonement."
Jane felt much happier now because her fear that Fran wouldn't be strong enough was proving to be wrong. The immediate response and abuse of her nipple had settled any doubts she had about Fran's confidence. She believed now that her Mistress was deliberately testing her willingness to submit, and that it would be a day that she would both endure and enjoy.
"I'm very sorry, Mistress." Jane murmured as she knelt before Fran, lowering her face to her feet and pressing her lips to them in turn.
"Now remain kneeling and continue to undress me." Fran commanded, placing her hands on Jane's shoulders as her slave made to rise.
