This is a continuation of an earlier story, "I'm not like that!" I don't know if it would stand alone but I think you will enjoy it more if you read them in order.
As usual, intended only for people old enough to read it. If that's not you, or if you're offended by women having sex, go outside and play.
Also as usual, thanks to jacuzzigal, without whose editing I would use way too many commas. ;-)
Feedback is appreciated.
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I slipped my shoes on and nodded in response to her questioning look, telling her silently that I was ready to go with her.
"Pick up your underwear and come with me, Pet."
I opened the flap on the small bag I was carrying, but she stopped me with a glance. "Pick them up. Don't put them away. Carry them loosely, so they show."
She led me to the door of the restaurant, my panties dangling from my fingers as we went.
She sent the valet for her car, and while he was gone, told me, "I want you to hand him your underwear when he holds the car door for you. Let him see your pussy as you get in."
That might have happened whether I tried or not. The dress was short, the heels were high, and my panties were off. At any rate, it would be the easiest thing in the world to show the valet my pussy, and I was surprised at how much that turned me on. Not so much that I would show him, but that I would do it because she had told me to. I was feeling an odd mixture of absolute mortification because I would do it at all and anticipation because I would do it for her. There was no doubt that I would do it though.
A young man, probably not older than twenty and wearing an ill-fitting uniform, complete with a badly tied necktie, brought the car around and hopped out, leaving the driver's door open and hurrying around to my side to get the door for me.
I handed him my underwear, and as he recovered from that shock, I lowered myself to my seat and moved one leg inside the car, leaving the other outside and spread wide. I brushed the hem of my dress as I sat, making sure it rode high up on my thighs. There was no doubt that he was getting the whole show.
Until now, this could have been an accident; just his lucky day. Then she froze me in that position with, "Wait," and headed around the car. It took her several seconds to get around to her side of the car and get in. While she did, I sat there on display, and the valet stared with a slack-jawed look. Now several more seconds ticked away while she opened her handbag and fished out a ten dollar bill, which she handed me, with the instruction to pass it on to the valet. "Thank you," I muttered, though I certainly didn't know the proper etiquette here. "Oh, thank
you
, ma'am," he replied, and I noticed as he came forward to take the tip that his trousers were developing a noticeable bulge.
"Let's go, Pet."
I finally swung my other leg into the car and the valet closed the door, not letting his glance leave my legs until the view was finally cut off. He would still be telling this story when he was old and gray.
She put the car into gear and eased out into the street. A minute or so went by in silence before I was able to collect my thoughts a bit. When I had, a small laugh escaped me. I'm not sure which of us was more surprised
"Something funny, Pet?"
"Well...yes. Yes, Mistress, " I hurriedly added.
She looked at me and smiled her approval that I had remembered.
"I've spent my whole life trying to get in and out of cars in a skirt gracefully. And then when I try not to, it feels so weird that I'm clumsy at it."
She smiled softly at this and took my hand as she said, "Pet, if I couldn't see that grace in you, you wouldn't be here."
Maybe it was because the evening had been such an emotional roller coaster, but that touched me and my eyes misted up a little. I couldn't think of anything to say in reply to that, so I said nothing and we rode along in silence a while longer.
Eventually, I thought to notice the car. It was a huge Mercedes, easily the most luxurious car I had ever been in. And that reminded me of something.
"Mistress, what about my car?"
"We'll see. You won't be needing it any more."
That had a certain ring of finality to it, but that was a lot less jarring than it would have been a few hours ago.
She seemed content to ride along in silence, and that left me to my thoughts. And I had thoughts chasing around in my head, that was for sure. Foremost was the whole question of what I was doing here. I had never even been with a woman before, much less in a Domme/sub situation. Well, technically, I still hadn't been with a woman. Except for a brief kiss and touching a bit, we hadn't had any physical contact. God, was I turned on, though! It dawned on me that I didn't have a clue what to expect physically. Maybe there wouldn't be sex at all in the way I thought of sex. I found myself hoping that wasn't the case, even though until tonight I thought I had no interest in women.
"Mistress, may I ask questions?"
"For now. What's on your mind, Pet?"
"Well, for openers, where are we going?"
"I told you, home. My home. It's not much further."
"Okay, then, about that valet back there...do you expect me to...well, do stuff...with other people?"
"Well, I'll tell you this: If I tell you to do something that stretches you, there's a reason. There's something you need to learn, some barrier you need to get past, something like that."
"And what was I supposed to learn from that?"
"That your cunt belongs to me, and I can do anything I like with it."
I let that sink in for a moment. I had always hated that word; cunt. It seemed so crude and raw. But it felt right for this.
"You talk like you expect that I'll be with you."
"I want you to be, Pet. But, up to a point, you'll be able to back out. Now, no more questions. We're home." She turned into a long driveway, curving broadly up to the front of a house.
"Holy shit! Oh, sorry, Mistress. But, this is your home?"
What a home it was. It was a mansion, an honest-to-God mansion. It was old, not one of these new McMansions you see in the suburbs. And huge. I couldn't guess how many rooms might be in there. The exterior was stone, with a slate roof, and some of the windows were stained glass, or leaded.
"Yes, Pet. Some big industrial baron built it early in the early 1900's."
My intuition said that I should follow slightly behind her as we went up the front walk, and that seemed to please her. But when we got there, rather than fishing out keys she pushed the doorbell. That meant that there was someone else inside -- which had never dawned on me as a possibility -- and added a new dimension to the nervousness I was already feeling.
In just moments the door swung open, revealing a surprising sight.
She was petite, probably four or five inches shorter than me, with long brown hair that I would have killed for. She was wearing a short white slip sort of dress with spaghetti straps that came down only to about mid-thigh, and a pair of white pumps. Her body was just about my idea of perfect. She was trim and firm without being at all skinny – a dancer's body maybe. Smallish breasts, but breasts that looked like they would be so firm it wouldn't make any difference whether she was wearing a bra or not. And at the moment it was definitely not. I would put her age at a few years less than my own. Around her neck was a thin gold choker, with a small ring attached in front.
Laura held out her arm, and the girl slid into her embrace for a quick kiss.
My stomach was doing flip-flops. I didn't know what to expect when we got here, but it was definitely not sharing Laura with another girl.
"Baby," Laura said, addressing the petite girl beside her, "This is Beth. She's going to be a sister for you. And Beth, this is Lynn."
Lynn practically bubbled over as she welcomed me and gave me a quick kiss. It wasn't on the cheek. If there was an ounce of jealousy anywhere in her greeting I certainly couldn't detect it.
"Come," Laura said, but whether it was directed at Lynn, me, or both of us I couldn't say. It didn't matter, really, because she had already started crossing the foyer with Lynn right behind her. I quickly fell in.
We entered a big warmly furnished room, a study, I guess you would call it, with some kind of fancy dark wood on the walls, big stuffed furniture and a fire burning in a huge fireplace. There was a big desk and a few chairs on one side of the room, but we headed for another cluster of chairs near the fireplace. Laura crossed immediately to a chair that somehow gave the impression of being the focus of the area. I noticed that there was a big velvet pillow beside one front leg of the chair, and as soon as Laura sat, Lynn settled demurely on the pillow with her legs tucked under her, smiling up at...what? Her mistress? Our mistress?
Laura returned the smile, with quite a loving look, I thought, and lowered her hand to Lynn's head, where she toyed absent-mindedly with her hair.
"Sit, Pet," Laura directed, gesturing toward another chair.
I perched on the edge of a chair.
"Baby," she continued, addressing Lynn. Was there some system to what she called us, I wondered? "Go start my bath, then come back with your ball gag."
"Of course, Mistress," Lynn responded, and slipped away into a different part of the house, heels tapping a fading cadence as she went.
"Do you like it?" Laura asked, indicating the room with a gesture.
"I don't exactly know what to think. The house is gorgeous, really, but my head's kind of swimming. I didn't expect to find someone else here."
"Isn't she adorable? You're going to get along well. Really well, I think."
"But I've never...I mean, I'm not really even sure what I'm doing here with you, let alone someone else."
