It's been a while since I put up a Riley story. The previous ones have been heavily into dominance but this one's my first lesbian effort - enjoy, it probably works as a stand alone, but check out the story up until now if you're so inclined, and notice, hopefully, how my writing has improved!
Riley realised that she had crossed a bridge in her relationship with the Prof. He had tested her to the limit, and she had submitted to his authority. She had accepted that she would do whatever he asked, without question. Strangely it felt hugely relieving to let go, to let him take charge. She loved and admired him - more than admired, she worshipped him.
She wanted to mark his ownership in a tangible way. She thought about getting a tattoo, but he was appalled at the idea, lecturing her at length on their lack of aesthetic merit, how the concept of a fashionable tattoo was an oxymoron, and how the blue ink was evocative of death and decay, rather than youth and beauty. She was disappointed, thinking that she would probably have enjoyed the pain of the process, itself a symbolic submission for her master.
He was similarly unimpressed with the suggestion of a piercing, wanting to preserve the innocence and purity of her body.
In the end he gave her a collar. It was actually a thin leather necklace to anyone else's eyes, but was tight fitting, with a metal loop that he could attach a lead to if he so wished. No-one would notice it, but she thrilled at the public display of her submission.
They played with the notion of a collar, he making her crawl around on all fours, and lick milk from a bowl, before being allowed to suck his dick, which then contributed to her milk. He made sure she licked the bowl dry. She sat up and begged with it held in her teeth, which he thought was cute, and inspired him to fuck her - doggy style, obviously.
A few weeks later, after a particularly robust love making session he announced to her that he would be hosting a special visitor.
"This man is very important to me, he was my supervisor for my PhD, and he taught me so much. We will need to look after him really well. He's bringing his new protege apparently. I want you there with me, but they will need some female company too. I was thinking Emily, obviously, but we need another girl to even up the numbers, do you have any ideas?"
Riley didn't have the first idea. There were girls she knew who had a bit of a reputation, but she couldn't image being able to approach any of them, guessing what the evening might involve.
"I was thinking that he would absolutely adore your friend Amber," he said.
"Are you kidding? After last time!" Riley spluttered, her usual deference blind-sided by the unexpectedness of his suggestion.
"I admit that she may take a little persuading, but I'm sure you could talk her around. I hear that she is still in a lot of debt. When I spoke to her about what happened last time she was more sanguine about it than I expected. My old friend does go for the younger and more innocent type, so it has to be someone like her, I'm afraid."
He wasn't wrong; when Riley had coffee with Amber a couple days later and brought up the subject of her coming to a small dinner party with her, she was fine with the idea, indeed seemed quite pleased to be asked.
"Um, there is something else though, " Riley said hesitantly, "we get new outfits paid for, and an envelope at the end of the evening."
