Lucias Dance

This can be read as a stand-alone story or a part two companion to "The 3 of Us"

Lucia was unique, to look at her you were not sure of her gender. Her black hair was spiky, short, full and her eyes were just as dark--a tall thin frame dressed in men's clothing that always fit perfectly. She would usually put moisturizer and mascara on her olive skin unless there were women to impress. Thanksgiving in Chicago with friends and family was a day to impress a woman named Gwen.

She arrived from Los Angeles with her brother and Gwen's brother, who were partners. Gwen was welcoming us. She was pretty, with blue eyes, long lashes, beautiful breasts, straight auburn hair, and luscious lips. Tonight Lucia would spend the night in Gwen's bed only Gwen would not be there. She would be with her men, the competition.

The room was a nice size, large bed, and felt cozy. Gwen showed her an empty drawer and extra hangers then went to leave. Lucia spoke, "Please sit for a moment, let's talk while I unpack." Instead of unpacking, she sat down by Gwen, "Do you enjoy two men? You've been with women also, which do you prefer?" Gwen looked surprised and answered, "Yes I enjoy them, I love them. To the second question, "It doesn't matter." Lucia smiled, she had a slight chance.

Later that night as Lucia was going to bed, she asked for an extra blanket. Gwen went to get one and entered the room. Lucia stood there, her robe not closed and giggled, "Te gusto?" (do you like me?). "Of course," Gwen squeaked out. Lucia did not waste any time and put her arms around Gwen as her robe hit the floor. "No, Luc. No. That's not me." Gwen huffed and walked out.

The next day was Thanksgiving, Gwen was already in the kitchen, busy with preparations before breakfast. Her men were her busy bee helpers. Lucia needed to find a way in and break up that trio. "Gwen, I'd like to contribute and have an easy dessert recipe, but it needs time to cool. "Would it be okay if I make it?" Lucia asked. Crowding and bumping into the two men.

After a light breakfast was served, Lucia went to work on her Leche Frita dessert and her goal to rid the kitchen of men and dominate Gwen. Light touches, good conversation, and laughs filled the time as they worked on the feast. Lucia would give Gwen easy and relevant commands that Gwen would do without question. It turned Lucia on and made it so hot in the kitchen. The only time she lost control was when one of Gwen's men stepped in to help with dinner.

The Thanksgiving dinner and desserts were a huge success. All of the men stepped up and cleared the table and did dishes. Lucia whispered in Gwen's ear, "Could we go for a walk?" They bundled up to embrace the cold evening in Chicago and walked to the lakefront. Lucia was surprised at how huge the park and lake were. Lake Michigan was like an ocean she thought. When they finally stopped to stare out at the water, Lucia kissed Gwen and was not rejected. "Ohhh, feels so good" Gwen murmured as she kissed back, "I can not give you more, Luc." They walked back to find dishes done, food put away and the four men eating a second round of dessert.

Years went by, and they saw each other a few times. Stealing kisses while holding each other when they could. Lucia didn't understand why this woman had taken over her mind and possibly worked her way into her heart. She had a fabulous career, money, almost any woman she wanted, and two fabulous homes on two continents. Then she heard Gwen was moving to California, leaving her men behind. Lucia almost orgasmed from the news. It would be easy. Both their brothers were now engaged and Gwen would be staying with them. Lucia was there within days of Gwen's arrival.

She found Gwen swimming in the backyard pool. Lucia undressed and sat at the pool's edge waiting to be noticed. It did not take long. Gwen had a wide grin and swam up to Lucia, "Don't you look nice and ready." Gwen laughed out. With that, Lucia was in the pool holding, kissing, and pressing her body into Gwen's. Then Gwen wiggled out of her swimsuit, took Lucia's hand and they made their way to a padded lounger.

Lucia pushed Gwen to the lounger and settled between her legs. Spreading Gwen's legs wide to look at the prize she waited so long to win. "Get those legs up in the air," Lucia demanded. Gwen's compliance was immediate and Lucia moved her head down to Gwen's pussy and tasted her. Lucia nipped at her clit and tongued her cunt, then nipped at her inner thighs, eventually taking a quick bite there. Gwen responded with, "Uuuu...ahhh...lick me." Her hips were up and down while she pressed her pussy into Lucia's face. When she climaxed she groaned loudly, "Yes, Yes, Yes." Lucia's body was now on top of Gwen, "You will listen to me, yes." Gwen nodded and Lucia's cunt was now on Gwen's face. Lucia was so turned on and she moved her pussy back and forth. Gwen's expert mouth, lips, and tongue made Lucia's body shake orgasmicly.

It wasn't long before Gwen was spending most of her time at Lucia's oceanfront home. Lucia explained that she got off on being dominant and would take it slow with Gwen. She came up with her safe words and her hard no-limits. Gwen wasn't into intense pain; there could be no physical cutting, breaking of skin, or blood, did not want to be humiliated, nothing around her neck which included collars, or having her body shared with others. Lucia was not thrilled with Gwen's list, but she wanted her and thought she could live with her hard, no-limits list.

Their sex life was fulfilling for both of them as they stepped closer to what Lucia wanted. One day Lucia gave Gwen a bracelet that had a hidden lock, this would take the place of a collar and Gwen wore it proudly. The next step was that Gwen would be tied to the bed or tied with wrists together all day, only being fed by Lucia, washed by Lucia, bathroom breaks with Lucia, and all parts of her body were Lucia's. Giving her body up for almost everything Lucia would throw her way was exciting and sexually satisfying for Gwen.

When Gwen was tied to the bed, Lucia touched her. Sometimes her hands softly roamed her skin, sending shivers down Gwen's back. Other times, toys were used on her clit, inside her vagina or ass hole. Lucia would sometimes stop before Gwen could fulfill total satisfaction. Lucia would use the toys on herself and when she was about to cum would sit on Gwen's face, or Lucia would rub her pussy on Gwen's thigh, or untie Gwen so she could use her fingers. There would be times that Gwen would go for a week or more without an orgasm.

They planned scenes together, mild to Lucia's tastes. In one scene, Lucia is rough with Gwen, holding her too tight, ripping her clothes off, and pulling her to the large glass window. Gwen's naked body is pressed against the glass as Lucia fuck her with a dildo. Another scene to eat Lucia's pussy was in front of Lucia's. Gwen was concerned she would be shared with the others, but Lucia clarified that Gwen was hers.

Lucia traveled for work, in New York City, London, Paris, and other European cities. She had been a model on every runway in the world. Now she had her fashion line and still traveled everywhere. Lucia thought Gwen was ready to travel with her, and infrequently Gwen went along. Lucia would dress her, always very feminine and always showcasing her breasts. Gwen never felt like she belonged in this world. To some Gwen was just a girlfriend or assistant, others picked up on their subtle mannerisms and knew she was Lucia's sub.

Lucia explained that while in Europe they would go to private parties or clubs and this is when the names Domina, Ma'am, or Dom were to be used. When in the presence of other Doms she would be on her knees. Lucia was respectful of Gwen's hard no-limits but did push it on these occasions. A few outfits were made just for these events and tonight Gwen had on a lacy one-piece jumpsuit in a flesh-tone pink color. The jumpsuit had a snap closure for an opening between her legs. It tightly covered her torso and the pant legs were loose, there was no lining, and there was a low scoop to show off her cleavage. Lucia didn't mind letting other Dom's touch Gwen at these events. When someone went beyond a friendly touch or an unfriendly smack on her butt, Gwen whispered her safe word. If someone heard the whisper, Gwen would pay the price later when they were alone.

They returned to Southern California and had a huge fight, Gwen returned to the boyfriend's home and didn't speak to or see Lucia for weeks. Surprisingly, Lucia was the one to make the first move calling Gwen. She firmly said, "I want you. Get over here now. You belong to me, Gwen." Gwen waited a moment to speak, "Luc, we need to talk, a long talk." "Just get over here now and we'll talk." Lucia's voice quivered. Gwen arrived 40 minutes later.

Lucia looked horrible, and that gave Gwen a powerful feel as she spoke, "This is too much for me. I don't belong in your world at all. When it is just the two of us, you make me feel adored and special. When we are in public you act as if I'm nothing but a sex object. You can have your work world, I will never step foot in that world again. It's a hard no, Lucia!" Gwen put out her hands with her wrists together, and Lucia knew she was submitting to her. Lucia smiled, "I love you. I've never felt this way before. Thank you for coming back to me."

The rope went around Gwen's wrists and Lucia brought her to the middle of the living room. The two slowly danced together, taking Gwen's arms over her head and putting them around her, settling them on her shoulders. Lucia kissed Gwen, thanking her and saying, love you so much. That night Gwen was treated to lovemaking and in the morning breakfast in bed.

Months passed, Gwen moved in with Lucia and quit her job. Lucia was restless and once again wanted more from Gwen. One day Lucia had a handyman put some hooks in the ceiling. She wanted to tie Gwen up in front of the big glass windows that looked out to the ocean. Gwen wasn't totally on board but allowed her arms to be tied, and the ropes that came down from the ceiling would be attached to her roped wrists. Her legs were not bound and her feet were on the floor. Lucia was going to introduce Gwen to impact play. After much conversation, they are ready to proceed.

There had been smacks and spankings using the hand but nothing else. Now that Gwen sees various impact toys, she is anxious about the fright, pain, and excitement. Lucia knew Gwen's safe words and her preference for the sting, not the pain. Lucia spoke softly to Gwen, "My darling, are you ready?" Gwen nods her head and closes her eyes for a moment.

Lucia took it easy on Gwen, encouraging and questioning her throughout the scene. Gwen looks out the window, watching the waves. With every sting, slap, or hit, she feels the waves covering her body. When it was over, Lucia felt spent but cared for Gwen and gave her all her love and attention.

They rarely incorporated these toys into their play. Gwen told Lucia she would rather be spanked or smacked, which became an almost daily occurrence. The rope was still Gwen's favorite, and Lucia was okay with that. They even talked about making a playroom at some point.

Another European trip was planned. Gwen would go but not participate in any of the events that Lucia had to attend. Lucia was unhappy about this and ensured Gwen knew how disappointed she was. The whole trip was filled with tension. Gwen understood that Lucia was under pressure due to work commitments and her fashion line being displayed, so she did a good job keeping her complaints to herself.

Once they were home, the tensions did not go away. It was like walking on eggshells with Lucia. Gwen decided she wanted out. She needed to find a job again and move back with the boyfriends. Gwen was scared that if Lucia knew, she wouldn't let her leave. It was like planning an escape.

Then the dam burst, and Lucia was over the top, accusing Gwen of having a lover while they were in Europe. The argument got physical, both pushing, hitting, and screaming at the top of their lungs. Then a moment came, and they looked at each other. Lucia cried, "It's over." Gwen nodded and sobbed, "Yes, it is." They took a few minutes away from each other, got some water, and finally came back together to talk. They were both very sad, and tears fell from their eyes. They held each other, swaying back and forth until the tears dried in their eyes.

Lucia felt she had tried her best with Gwen during this time, making sure she would be alright starting over again. Gwen was happy that they could talk things out and that their relationship had ended on a somewhat friendly note.