Olivia and Janet are spooning, butt to belly, in bed after a heavy sexual encounter.
So, Janet." Olivia asked, cuddling the tiny girl in front of her, "do you see yourself doing this as a career?"
"A career? Umm...I don't know. I guess so." Janet said, unsure how to answer the question.
"You don't mind fulfilling other women's sexual desires however whimsical or kinky they may be?"
"I don't know if I can, but I would definitely try my best."
Olivia realized that Janet wasn't catching her meaning.
"How would you like to play with me exclusively? Nobody else."
"You mean, just you? Doing this? Having sex?" Janet asked, turning over to face Olivia.
"Yes. Men have mistresses. Why couldn't a women have a mistress? I'd give you spending money, set you up in an apartment, buy your clothes and a car."
"I don't know. I mean, it's a lot to think about. Anyway, I've signed a contract with Margritte."
"Give it some thought before you make a decision. A contract for sex isn't binding in a court of law if you're thinking that Magritte would sue you. Furthermore, what do you have that she would want? You've said that all you own are the clothes on your back. I'm sure she wouldn't pay an attorney and court costs to get that torn dress over there on the floor." Olivia said, rising and pulling Janet up into a sitting position. Furthermore, she'd lose, and you'd get to keep that rag." Said Olivia, trying to suppress laughing at her own humor.
Olivia looked at Janet and reveled in her petite, naked body and knowing for certain that she wanted Janet all for herself. It wasn't enough just to have her virginity when she could have her completely all to herself. However, that decision was still up in the air. In the meantime, Olivia thought, one step at a time, took Janet by the hand, and led her out of the bedroom.
Janet followed Olivia out of the bedroom naked and padded barefoot down the hall. Knowing there were servants and aides in the house made it feel as if she were naked in public - one of her occasional nightmares. They walked just a short distance until Olivia opened another bedroom door, and they entered closing the door behind them. Inside, the room was just as spacious as the bedroom they had just left, but the bed was covered with a soft drop cloth. A plastic drop cloth was on the floor to the bathroom. There was also a camera mounted on a tripod aiming down towards the bed.
"Why are we in a room that's being redecorated...ma'am?"
"We're not redecorating the room. The cloth is just to keep the mess to a minimum."
"What mess?"
"Your blood, honey."
"What blood? What are you planning to do to me?" Janet asked, frightened and backing away from Olivia.
"Relax, my dear. Normally, most girls bleed after being fucked for the first time. You told me you've never bled before, so your hymen is still intact although open enough to allow my fingers without tearing it. Tonight, it'll be broken for sure."
"You're going to break my hymen? Isn't that going to hurt?"
"Does that scare you?"
"A little."
"Don't worry. Tonight you go from being a girl to a proper woman. And perhaps if you decide to - a proper Lady," Olivia said as she pulled a wide, purple dildo out of the top drawer of the dresser, "as my mistress. No, not that kind of mistress. Not a domme. This is confusing. I'd be your Mistress, capital M, and you'd be my mistress, lower case m. Oh, hell. That is just too complex. Forget that mistress stuff. You'd be my paramour, my inamorata, my lover. You'd be mine whatever we'd call you."
"I've been sleeping with men who haven't satisfied me, Jannie. Margritte persuaded me to try sex with a woman, and she was right. But not just any woman. She picked the perfect woman for me. Now, I'm in lust with you, and I don't want to lose you to another woman you may have to service."
There's a problem, though. My husband hasn't been concerned that since I was playing the field, so to speak, that I wouldn't get attached to someone. I don't know what he'd think if I wanted you permanently. Would you be willing to have threesomes with him and me? Then he wouldn't think I would leave him for you. You'd be his lover, too. But that's the only way I would want to share you.
I realize this is all too fast for you, and you must be confused, but I don''t want you to find someone else and leave."
"Wow~! I don't know what to say. I like you, Olivia. I think I could love you, but I have sort of strong feelings for another person. I'm just not sure how that person feels about me."
"Oh, no~! I thought you were alone. I thought you had no one else. Does that person know what you do; why you're with me?"
"Yes, of course. I wouldn't lie about what I'd be doing." Janet replied.
Olivia was crushed, but, as the governor's wife, she had had to deal with many disappointments in the past She thought, "Oh, well, I have to accept that I can't have her for myself. But, I can take advantage of the time she's with me now. I'm the one who's going to deflower her - take her cherry - not that other person whom she cares about. She hasn't said anything about sex with the other woman - or man, so I may be her first."
Although the width of the purple dilldo was nothing out of the ordinary, it still made Janet nervous knowing it was going to be inserted into her body. Her troubled face plainly showed just how she felt. Olivia smiled at her warmly, trying to console her, and led Janet to the bed and placed her on her hands and knees. She positioned the camera toward Janet's face, took the camera remote, and walked around behind Janet.
The camera beeped on and Janet looked at it for a moment then shyly lowered her head looking away. Olivia was on her knees behind Janet admiring Janet's petite, round buttocks. She felt Janet's smooth cheeks - sliding her hand up and down close to the girl's butt crack; then, took a fairly large piece of Janet's flesh where it was meatiest at the very bottom of her butt before it transitioned into her thigh - and squeezed very hard. Janet flinched but didn't pull away.
Roxanne had told her to expect rough sex such as being spanked, slapped, lightly whipped, and other painful torment to her body. That as long as it didn't cause permanent damage, to just accept it as foreplay and part of her obligation to her client. She had been told to accept, within limits, whatever it took for the client to be sexually satisfied. Janet was ready to endure whatever Olivia wanted to do to her physically - within her level of tolerance. She was aware that she must bear having certain body parts - her bottom, breasts, and genitals - abused and tormented. She was ready to be deflowered, albeit, painfully.
Janet's genitals were completely exposed for Olivia, and she parted Janet's tight lips gently with her fingers to see the pink flesh and moisture emanating from her vagina.
