Nasty Neighbor
Chapter 3
At 12:55 Lucy and I stood on the porch of our local Pastor's home, dressed in casual summer wear. Sandals, shorts and a colored knit shirt for me and a lightweight summer dress for Lucy with accents on her wrists and an ankle bracelet. She was wearing no bra, almost no panties, and heeled sandals. She had tied her hair back and put on make-up. All in all, she looked very good... I still looked like Clark Kent... nerdy, but fit.
At 1:00 o'clock Lucy pressed the door bell and before the 5 second chime was finished, the Pastor's wife had opened the door, smiled brightly and invited us into her home.
Lucy had told her to be ready for the day... make-up, hair, clothes... and Mrs. Peters had taken her seriously. Her hair was brushed and pinned up in a loose but mature and flattering way. Her make-up was done to the nines, eyes highlighted, lips red, nothing over done.
A single strand of pearls graced her neck, a dress, open collar, buttons down the front, a fitted bodice and waist going to a flared skirt that ended demurely just below the knee. Her nails were done to match her lips, and her 3 inch heels matched her dress.
It was like looking at a picture from the 50's... and it suited her, right down to the seam in her stockings. An involuntary surge of blood made my cock jump in my shorts, thinking that, the way Lucy had been acting lately, I would get to see if she was wearing pantyhose or if she was sporting stocking and garters, sooner rather than later.
The Pastor's wife stepped to the side, holding the door, inviting us in. Lucy first, then I followed, Mrs. Peters closed the door behind us. There was a rustle of cloth and a light thump, causing us both to turn. Mrs. Peters was kneeling on the floor, her dress flared out perfectly, her head bowed, hands settled in her lap, waiting.
Lucy stepped around me to face her recently subjugated sex toy.
Without looking up, Mrs. Peters said, "Welcome to my home Lucy."
"Stand up Brittany."
Head still down, eyes averted, she rose gracefully, as if she had been practicing her whole life.
Lucy tilted Brittany's head up, touching her chin. She made a circuit once, then said, "As Mary Poppins would say, practically perfect..."
The milf beamed at the praise, but noted the slight hint of disappointment in Lucy's voice.
"I like this look on you. It suits you very nicely... the whole look. In public, you should work this more... bring back some respectability to your generation. Aannnd..." Lucy said as she sidled closer, fiddling with the buttons on the front of her nervous victims dress, " no one needs to know about any toys we have stuffed into wet little holes or nasty thoughts of sex and debauchery swimming around in that pretty head of yours."
Mrs. Peters was still very new to being used as a submissive lesbian sex toy, so it is understandable that she waited nervously for Lucy's next move or surprise, but she reacted to praise like a starved puppy. I saw her breathing change when Lucy teased her about toys in public, but when she called her pretty, Brittany's while demeanor changed, falling more enthralled with Lucy, captivated as only a drowning woman can be by the one that pulls her up and out of the water, holding her on dry land. Mrs. Peters had been drowning, alone and unnoticed, for a long time.
Lucy undid one more button on the bodice of her toy's dress, smoothing the collar down to look more natural. It made a definite difference in the look and "attitude of the wearer, exposing a little of the lace outlining the pretty bra underneath.
"When it is just us, wear it more like this... for me."
She trailed her nails along the fringe of lace, leaving a light red mark on the exposed, white flesh.
Mrs. Peters breathing got labored again, her knees weak, and no doubt, her panties wet. Lucy was very good at focusing other people's attention and making them feel special and wanted.
"Would you like to lead the way?"
"Oh! Yes, of course... please, follow me."
I pulled Lucy's chair out for her at the kitchen table, she kissed my cheek and smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows... while the Pastor's wife served us a nice acorn soup and roast beef sandwiches. She took the time to fill mine with more meat, pickles, olives, tomatoes and lettuce, extra mustard, and did not cut it, while creating a more dainty version for my girl friend and herself, cut into easier held fourths.
We made a little small talk, but Lucy took charge of the direction pretty quickly.
"So... you are pretty committed to 'this thing' that we have started? I mean, you put a lot of effort into this lunch. That tells me you want 'us' as much as I do."
Brittany lowered her head, embarrassed to admit her desire, but nodded her assent and whispered, "Yes Lucy."
"Do you know what that really means? Do you really understand what kind of control and responsibility you are handing me? Do you realize the burden you are asking me to shoulder? How much work will be involved for me?"
I chewed in silence, observing the affect of Lucy's words. It seemed obvious that the answers had not been fleshed out in Mrs. Peter's mind.
"No... I... I..."
"No... I did not really think you had. You think that you are the victim, the submissive. It's on you to please me, to make sure I am happy... guess again. Your part is easy. All that you have to do is be obedient. I have to address everything else... everything else. And THAT is why your obedience is paramount! Are you ready to give that kind of control? Are you ready to be and do what I tell you to be and do?"
She looked up, making eye contact with Lucy. "Yes. I am willing. It's what I really want. I love making you smile, it makes me so sad when you are disappointed. I... I will be obedient, willingly... without reservation."
"Don't think this will be easy... life is not a porno... though we all play roles... you will play lots of different roles. Wife, Mother, lover, victim, victor, slut, whore, prim and proper, degenerate and nasty. You will be required to be whomever I need you to be."
"I am scared... but.. I want to be all those things..."
"We will see..."
"I... I trust you... to use me... you scare me like no one ever has, you make me feel safe, like no one ever has. I... I'm not sure how to say it... I want to be yours. I really discovered that today... more than anything I have ever wanted before..."
"That comes with a lot... you know that right? I mean, you know I am not going to stop seeing Johnny... I am not going to be exclusive to you... but... and pay attention here... if I tell you no one but me gets access to you, it means no one... no one! Tell me you understand that."
" I understand that Lucy. "
"And by the same token... if I line up a bunch of men and tell you to suck them all, I expect you to do just that. Am I clear?"
She swallowed...
"Nasty thought huh... too nasty for you?"
Mrs. Peters, head bowed, shivered and shook her head no.
