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It was great to finally get out. Three days there had felt like three days on the moon. I had hitched a ride with Gabby who had crashed overnight after being with a client. She was a pretty Hispanic woman with jet black hair and a long elegant nose. She said she specialized in fetish modeling: high heels and leather as she put it. I could see it in her, there wasn't much of a soft side and she had a cartoon figure with long legs and fake boobs that probably fit perfectly into any sort of kinky wear imaginable.
I asked her how she came to work at Avalon and she said that Zara had contacted her directly. She had her own website and freelanced to just about anybody: men, women, photographers, even commercials. Zara had called to arrange an appointment to see if she would be able to entertain clients on site. The rest, as she said, was history.
"You'd be surprised how much someone will pay just to lick your heels." I felt that needed to be put on a T-shirt or at least a bathroom wall. In the back of my head I wondered what type of paces Zara had put Gabby through. I stifled a laugh at the image of Zara sucking on a six inch stiletto, it didn't seem like her but what was I to know? She said she enjoyed switching after all.
She dropped me off on Santa Monica and I treated myself to brunch. I hadn't been eating particularly regularly so I treated myself to a hearty meal. I did some clothes shopping afterwards, picking up some essentials before heading to a sex shop. I was a bit nervous and wasn't sure what to expect but it turned out to be a lot more vanilla than I thought.
The staff was very helpful and in the end I felt like I was just doing some grocery shopping, the sales assistant at the counter not flinching at the basket of items I had selected. It was expensive though. I had researched what I was looking for the previous night and from the online reviews, it seemed like you had to pay top dollar for your guilty pleasures. I reluctantly threw it on my credit card, but once I left I felt a sexual thrill about being able to use what I had bought.
I strolled around a bit more, mainly people watching and wandering into any interesting stores, but eventually I found myself lost in my own thoughts and began to crave the confines of Avalon again. The real world started outside its gates but I had had my fill of it and wanted to immerse myself back into the sensual life I had experienced over the previous three days. It was getting toward afternoon and excitement was building in me once again.
I cabbed it back and headed to my room to get ready. Kelly had been texting me to see where I had disappeared to, I really did want to catch up with her but I was pressed for time. I quickly showered and did my makeup. I picked out a black strapless ruffled top and a pair of denim shorts. I opened the bag from the sex shop and removed what I needed from the packaging, making sure everything worked before slipping them into my purse.
I had no chance to get nervous. I was going to be taking a leap and wasn't sure I was ready for it. Zara had sent me the customary reminder to meet in her office; I dashed down and took a couple seconds before entering to compose myself, giving myself a word of encouragement under my breath.
Zara was in her chair once again, wearing a green peblum dress with white fitting pants. She looked a bit younger that day, with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, bright colors taking an edge off her usual authoritative appearance. She still looked incredibly sexy and as I sat down I once again doubted my ability to assert control over this sophisticated woman.
"Good afternoon Kristy...have you had a chance to think about what we talked about yesterday?"
"A little..." I tried to be cooler, dismissive.
"Good...today I thought that we explore some scenarios for clients that prefer to play out their submissive roles such as..."
"I thought we could try something a bit different." She stopped dead and looked at me quizzically.
"What precisely do you mean?"
"That would spoil the surprise...I'm assuming that the room that we used two days ago is available?"
"Yes...but why?" I got up from my chair to circle her desk, perching on it in front of her.
"I recall that you presented me with a challenge yesterday and I intend to fulfill it, but that requires a certain amount of trust." I smiled at her and held out my hand. She gave me a bemused look but in her eyes there was a hint of intrigue. After an anxious heartbeat, she took my hand, allowing me to pull her up and lead her from the room.
The room hadn't changed in the two days with the exception of some housecleaning. I moved the chair from which Zara had watched me be teased by the mystery woman to the foot of the bed, telling Zara to sit down.
"I have been thinking about what you said," I was behind her, whispering into her ear, "about switching and how you enjoy both..." I allowed my hands to run down her shoulders and arms, "...and especially how one needs to exercise restraint." I closed the handcuff from my back pocket around her wrist and she flinched, whipping her head to look at me, the curiosity was gone and she fixed me with an impassive stare. For a second I wanted to apologize for misreading her and crossing a boundary, but after she made no effort to move her manacled hand from behind the chair, I continued, pulling her other wrist into the other cuff.
Standing up behind her I tugged on her ponytail making her look up at me, stroking her cheeks, I kissed her softly, our faces upside down.
"Who's in control now?" She tried to reach her mouth up to kiss me again but I held my lips out of reach. A twinkle of satisfaction came over her face as she smiled ever so slightly.
"You are." She had acquiesced and my stomach did a somersault, a dull ache forming in my crotch as it began to dampen. I believed in myself now and I loved it. I could have done anything to her, all the things I had wanted but I wasn't going to let her get off easily. I sat on the bed in front of her to open my purse.
"I thought I could also find a use for this..." I produced a small vibrator that I had bought that morning. It was soft and curved to follow the contour of a woman. I leaned into Zara, smiling I licked the vibrator in front of her face. "It's remote-controlled." She issued a tiny laugh and I held it to her mouth; she licked it as well while gazing into my eyes. Straddling her thighs, I unzipped her pants, her legs spreading to let me wedge the vibrator against her clitoris, my other hand cupping her crotch through her pants to feel its heat. I reached behind me to grab the remote, a small pink disk that could have been for a car lock. It had plus and minus buttons to control the strength of the vibrations. I turned it on at the lowest, touching her crotch again to feel it. Zara let out a sigh and closed her eyes.
"Does that feel good?" She nodded slowly. I left it on while I zipped her pants back up; I wanted to keep it as discreet as possible. "Mmm, you look amazing." I got up to let my cleavage hang over her face, letting her kiss my chest, her breathing becoming audible as I increased the speed a few notches. She whimpered and gently bit one of my breasts through my top. I gasped in surprise and was tempted to remove my top to tease her further when a knock came at the door. I turned the vibrator off to gauge Zara's expression. She was flustered, but her eyes were gleaming with a confused excitement.
"Wait right there," I let a finger touch her lips before dismounting her and opening the door. Nina was on time; I had texted her before meeting Zara. She was gorgeous once again, dressed in a ridiculous black lace baby doll with matching underwear, like she was straight from a Playboy shoot. She always inspired uninhibited lust in me, I wanted to take her immediately and let my mouth explore her body but she was still unaware of the situation.
"Hey there!" I let her in, reproducing the flirty Kristy that she knew from the night before. I closed the door behind her and followed behind her as her steps stopped, taking in the scene.
"Wait a minute, what's going on here? Zara...?"
"So, I kinda lied last night...I'm not the one that's going to be doing the watching." I had crept up behind her to put my hands on her hips. She swiveled to look at me with an arched suspicious eyebrow.
"You set this up didn't you? Just expecting me to jump in the sack with you?" My heart was starting to drop; she wasn't into what I had planned.
