Erika was smitten with Jamie from the first moment she had seen the girl. Over the next few weeks the two women became inseparable as Erika invited her out to dinner and then back to her home. Some evenings were filled with concerts, plays, and the symphony as Jamie was exposed to Erika's more cultured environment.
While Jamie enjoyed the social excursions, and her relationship with Erika became deeper and deeper, something was still missing. Jamie knew her feelings for Erika were growing stronger each day but she wondered if this was the right thing -falling in love with the first woman she had really met since she broke up with Dave.
As Jamie sat outside at the wine bar with Kat and Taylor, her thoughts were of Erika as she lay next to her in bed. The older woman's hands lovingly strolling Jamie's soft skin as they would kiss, slowly, softly.
"Hey, have you heard a word I have said," Kat teased staring into Jamie's ice blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," Jamie apologized, blushing a bit at being caught day dreaming.
"I was asking if you can attend a reception that Claire is giving Thursday evening. After all, you are the guest of honor," Kat smiled.
Jamie knew that Kat was referring to the unveiling of a couple of black and white prints that Claire Duncan had commissioned Kat to shoot with her and Tiffany.
"Invite Erika along," Kat added.
Taylor studied the look on Jamie's face. A look of concern and trepidation.
"She doesn't know does she?" Taylor remarked. "Erika doesn't know about your modeling does she?" she pressed softly.
"No," Jamie responded as she took a sip of her merlot.
"You're shitting me," Kat chuckled. "Your lover doesn't know you have a dark side? That you're into S&M. Are you serious?" She teased.
"It just hasn't come up," Jamie responded defensively.
"You guys have been going out for about six weeks now haven't you. In all that time you've never explored that?" Kat inquired.
"Erika's not really into that. She's, well... she's more conservative," Jamie reasoned.
"How do you know unless you go there? I bet she'd love to tie you up and do naughty things to you," Kat teased as Jamie felt herself blush. "Look, you're going to have to go there some time. I mean you spend a lot of time with her. Hell, you're practically living over there. Ask her to Claire's. You have to let her know some time," Kat instructed more than encouraged.
Jamie did exactly that asking Erika if she would attend a drop in for a friend. Erika said she'd be delighted as the two dressed for the evening. Erika wore a backless black dress and looked gorgeous as Jamie slipped on a beige cocktail dress which slit down the side exposing her leg and like Erika's dress plunged both in the back and front.
It had been months since Jamie had worn a bra and her breasts were really on display in the dress but Erika approved of her choice and encouraged her. Jamie also knew the lesbian pride tat on her shoulder would really stand out.
She thought about telling Erika several times about the prints. That the party was Claire's first chance to show off her new pieces -- pictures of she and Tiffany engaged in their afternoon of S&M. She wasn't sure which two photos Claire had selected but Jamie had seen them all and they were very sexually graphic. Photos in black and white with Tiffany, a beautiful African American woman, as Tiffany dominated her.
Each time she started to confess, she lost her nerve. She just could not tell Erika about her dark side. Her need to be used, to submit to a strong willed woman. To be forced to do things that might seem perverse to others... but something Jamie craved deep down inside.
Claire lived in a beautiful home and Jamie was surprised at the cars outside and the people already there when they arrived. The reception was very upscale as a young lady took their wraps and led them to Claire. Jamie had never met the woman who had paid a considerable amount for her photos.
"Jamie," Claire gushed as she kissed the woman on the cheek at their first meeting. Almost as if they had been old friends as Claire, her eyes sparkling, then turned toward Erika. "And you must be Erika. Katherine has told me so much about you. I'm glad you both could come."
Jamie looked around the room to see who she knew. She eyed Kat and Taylor in the corner talking to a couple of women but outside of them she didn't recognize anyone.
It was her first trip to Claire's and she let her eyes wander around the expensive trappings. The furniture seemed mostly modern and she noticed the prints and paintings on the wall. All of them of women, mostly with other women in some sexual act. She quickly scanned the room for her picture but didn't see it as the waitress brought over a tray of Champagne. Both she and Erika took a glass as the bubbling liquid steadied her nerves
Erika recognized someone and asked if Jamie would mind if she approached her. "Don't go anywhere, I want to introduce you," Erika said as her fingers trailed over Jamie's as they parted.
Jamie continued to walk around the room, the den, an expansive dining room filled with all kinds of delectable goodies, and then into a gorgeous living room when she spotted it. Actually there were two pints, and she was drawn to it right away. A couple of women were standing in front of the prints admiring them as Jamie tried to hold her ground just a short distance away.
The black and white pictures were framed and matted and were about 24" x 36" and while small, did not lack detail. One had Jamie on her knees nude except for the black leather collar and restraints around her wrists and ankles. Towering over her was Tiffany who tilted her head down as she allowed a strand of saliva to dangle over Jamie's open mouth in an act of ultimate submission.
The contrast of Tiffany's dark brown skin and Jamie's white features encased in black leather really set the picture off. She could overhear the women talking about how erotic the photo was as they were drawn to a second photo of Jamie tied down to a bed, her wrists tied to the headboard by the leather restraints as Tiffany, wearing a black strapon, drove a long dildo into her pussy.
Jamie was lost in the moment when she realized one of the women had turned on seeing her and was subtly pointed her out to the other woman. They both smiled in recognition of her as they moved on allowing Jamie to look upon the pictures herself. She felt no guilt or embarrassment. Instead she felt the wetness of her pussy and a warmth take over her body.
As much as she knew she cared about Erika, she knew that was the part of their life that was missing. Jamie knew she wasn't ever going to be satisfied with romance, tenderness, and affection. She needed to submit to a strong willed woman who would use her. Jamie liked giving herself to another woman - to be her slave.
Jamie looked at the picture of her tied to the bed, the nipple clamps covered in candle wax that had coated her delicate and sensitive buds. The eleven inch cock that Tiffany had used on her that day. It probed and stretched her vagina, exploring her pussy, and filling her in a way she had never felt before.
After she was well fucked, Kat had come into the bathroom as Jamie prepared to clean up from the afternoon. Kat had a dark side too and had the girl kneel in Tiffany's tub as she took off her jeans and then standing astride her in the tub sprayed Jamie's chest, pussy, and face with her warm golden nectar.
She recalled how horrified she was that afternoon in the mountains when Kat had first urinated on her. How disgusting she thought that was. How could anyone ever get turned on having a woman pee on them? But now she loved it. She loved having her mistress use her that way. The warm liquid on her face, running down her breasts, streaming down on her own throbbing pussy.
She also loved the taste and no longer gagged at the thought. She savored the delectable liquid, salty and pungent, almost like a fine white wine. Kat had tapped into a deep dark place that Jamie never knew about but now found, had to be filled.
Jamie made her way back to Erika who introduced her to an old friend. Jamie quickly learned that the woman, Beth, had been a former lover, but was involved now with someone else. She listened to the conversation politely but her thoughts were back on the afternoon Tiffany and Katherine had used her and she could still feel the dampness between her legs.
It was later in the evening that Erika had excused herself to go to the restroom and it had been a while for her to return. Jamie wondered, and made her way back to the hallway, just in eyesight of the living room and there she was. Erika stood transfixed in front of the photos, simply staring.
Jamie felt her heart pounding in her chest. Now she knew. Erika knew Jamie had a dark side -- a hunger that needed to be quenched. Jamie looked on as Erika seemed frozen in place. Her champagne glass at her side as she stood motionless in front of the pictures of her young lover, submitting herself to the black woman.
Shortly after, Erika rejoined Jamie and made no mention of the photos. It was almost as if nothing had happened as the two stayed for a few minutes before leaving to go back to Erika's.
It was pretty common for Jamie to spend the night at Erika's. It had become almost a second home as she had brought over several change of clothes and other accessories. The two spent the ride home in idle chit chat about the evening and as was customary, Erika and she retired to the shower.
The older woman hated the smell of the smoke and evening on her person and liked to relax under the warm water before she prepared for bed. Most evenings Erika would shampoo Jamie's hair, stroking the soft strands between her fingers. As she soaped Jamie's back, she gazed at the colorful pride tattoo on her shoulder and the bold 'Cunt Lapper' tat on her lower back.
Erika allowed her hands to wrap around Jamie's breasts as she tweaked the girl's hardening nipples. Holding her right breast in her hand, her left softly danced along her abdomen and down to the soft lips of her pussy. Her fingers parted Jamie's folds as Jamie tilted her head back resting it on Erika's shoulder as the older women tilted her head down and placed her lips to Jamie's.
Jamie wasted no time as her tongue pushed into Erika's anxious mouth as their lips slid together. Jamie longed to be taken by her lover as Erika probed her already wet cunt with her slender fingers.
