I strongly suggest you read the earlier chapters of the series, as they provide important context about the characters and themes of the series.
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I was surprised when Lady Amber (or LA, as I was referring to her in my notes) - the dominatrix whose session we were observing,- called my research assistant, Tara, over to participate once again in the session with her client, Nicole. Up until this session, which was our tenth or so, Tara and I had been passive observers of the relationship between the dommes and their female clients. But in this session, LA had not-so-gently coaxed Tara into being a participant.
This was quite something for me to have seen, such intimate sex between two women like this, and to have been so close to the action. It was difficult to remain the impassionate observer, taking notes on my laptop, as this sex scene played out right in front of me. I also had to admit to myself that I was very aroused by what I saw, as evidenced by the growing wetness between my legs. The scene also caused me to flashback to the day before, when LA had taken advantage of my sublimated submissive tendencies and dominated me as well.
As Tara approached the couch, LA got up from where she had been sitting while Nicole had performed both cunnilingus and analingus on her. I could see how wet LA's pussy was, both from Nicole's ministrations as well as her own natural lubrication. There was a clear wet spot on the towel covering the couch where she had been sitting. Nicole was sitting back on her haunches expectedly, her face still covered by LA's juices
"Okay, Tara, sit yourself down here," LA commanded, pointing to the couch. Tara quickly complied, taking the domme's spot on top of the towel. Tara must have been able to squelch any squeamishness she might have felt, because she sat right down. LA still stood totally nude, apparently unashamed at her nakedness, and showing no signs that she would put on her clothes, which were on the table nearby, at any moment.
"Okay, spread your legs, and let her get to work." Tara hesitated at this demand, looking at me once again, as if I would be able to rescue her. But LA's earlier threat to shut down our research study if we didn't do as she said must have rung in Tara's ears, because after this brief hesitation, she complied, opening up her legs as wide as her dress would allow.
This must not have been to LA's satisfaction, because she came over to Tara, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it up toward her waist, exposing Tara's red lace panties. I hadn't seen her put these on when we got dressed in our hotel room earlier that day, but the sight of them caused a small stirring in my crotch, reminding me of the talk the two of us had had and the brief kiss that we had shared. I also had a very good view of Tara's long legs.
I was broken out of my reverie by the sound of LA's voice. "There that's better," she was saying, having placed her hands on the inside of Tara's thighs and insistently pushed them wider, providing better access for what I assumed would be the service to be provided by her submissive client, Nicole. "Okay, slut, get to work," LA commanded.
Tara still had a somewhat terrified look on her face as Nicole leaned forward once again and resumed her position directly in front of the couch. From my angle I could see everything that she was doing, which started with a gentle licking of the inside of Tara's right thigh. With the first touch of her tongue, I could see Tara shudder. I couldn't tell what the reaction was; was it one of anticipation for what she knew was to come, or one of revulsion? I did not know whether Tara had had any sexual experience with women before, so this may have been an uncomfortable scene, not just because of her participation but because of her being touched by another woman.
She continued to appear tense for the first couple of minutes, her eyes closed as if willing the scene to end, her arms extended and her palms flat on the sofa cushion. She looked like she was going to try to just lift herself right off of the couch and transport herself to an entirely different place. But as Nicole switched over to the other thigh and continued licking her, I saw Tara begin to relax. Her breathing began to get deeper, and she loosened the tension in her arms. Her head was lolling back a bit on the sofa, and I thought I could just make out a slight stiffening of her nipples beneath her dress. Notwithstanding her initial reluctance, she appeared to begin enjoying what LA's client was doing to her.
After a couple of minutes working on her left thigh, Nicole scooted even further forward, and stuck her tongue way out of her mouth and began running it up and down Tara's panties. There was no mistaking Tara's reaction this time, as a visual shudder shook her body, and her breathing began to come in quicker breaths. I saw LA, who had been standing a few feet away observing the activity, walk over behind the couch. She leaned down, and whispered something in Tara's right ear, but I could not hear what she said. Upon hearing whatever she said, Tara leaned forward, her eyes flew open, and she turned to look at LA. But LA gently caressed her cheek, which seemed to reassure Tara, and once again her eyes closed.
LA reached behind Tara's neck, and grabbed onto the zipper at the back of her dress. She eased it downward gently, as far as it would go with Tara still seated on the couch. She pushed the sleeveless top of the dress off of Tara's two shoulders, and down her arms, and then gently extracted her arms from them. This left Tara naked from the waist up, other than the red lace bra that matched her panties, and she lay against the back cushion once again. With the top of her dress removed, I could now easily see her nipples poking at the cups of her bra, her arousal clearly demonstrated.
LA wasn't done yet, however, as she let her hands slide downward over Tara's chest, and began gently palming each of her breasts, rubbing them gently round and round. Once again, I found myself mesmerized, no longer taking notes, just staring at what was happening in front of me. I realized that LA was now looking at me as she fondled Tara's breasts, a small smile across her lips. While this was happening, I could see that Nicole was continuing to lick at Tara's pussy , her oral service eliciting a large, dark - almost maroon - wet spot on her panties. There was no question in my mind that Tara had crossed over from reluctance to acquiescence as she was enjoying the attention being paid to her.
LA once more whispered in Tara's ear, and Tara leaned forward again, this time without any hesitation or other reaction. LA leaned down behind Tara's body, and I could see she was undoing her bra. She reached up, pushed the straps down Tara's arms, and removed it entirely. Tara was now totally naked from the waist up, and her breasts were on full display to LA as well as me. Her breasts were not large, certainly not as big as my own, or LA's, but befitting her younger age they showed no sag and sat prominently on her chest. Her nipples were quite erect, given all the attention they had received, and appeared to be a good three-quarters of an inch in length and at least a half-inch in diameter. She had lovely mocha-tinged areolas topping each breast, which contrasted nicely with her milky skin.
LA gently pushed her against the back of the sofa once again. As she did so, she reached down with her hands and grasped each of Tara's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and gave a little tug. This caused Tara to audibly gasp, and her body appeared to almost rise from the sofa a slight bit. But she continued to sit there, allowing both LA and Nicole to continue their efforts.
After a couple of minutes of playing with her nipples, leaving them even more red and distended than before, LA walked around to the front of the sofa. She tapped Nicole on the head, and Nicole immediately leaned back away from Tara. "Lift your lovely ass, Tara," LA said, this time loud enough for me to hear. Tara complied, and lifted her ass off the sofa, allowing LA to pull her dress down her body and off of her legs. Tara must have known what was coming, because she lifted her ass once again, and LA grabbed on to both sides of her red panties and removed those from her legs as well, leaving Tara naked on the couch. I took in her body; I had had brief glimpses of it in our hotel room the last couple of days, but had not seen it quite as rudely displayed as it was now. I could see clearly now what I had not been able to make out before, that her pussy was closely trimmed. And I certainly had not seen her as aroused as she clearly was, with her nipples poking proudly outward and her short pubic hairs glistening with her wetness.
Tara lay back against the sofa once again, and spread her legs even wider than before. Nicole, still looking at LA, waited for the signal, and with a small nod of the domme's head, Nicole resumed her licking of Tara's pussy, this time unencumbered by the panties. She placed broad licks up and down the edges first, seemingly teasing Tara's outer labia, bathing each one with her saliva. I could see that she then took each one between her lips, first the right then the left, sucking each one. By the time she finished a few minutes later, the labia were proudly and prominently sticking out of Tara's pussy. They were bright pink in color, and looked like a pair of wings beckoning Nicole deeper into her sex.
Nicole answered this call, extending her tongue and using t to pierce into Tara's pussy. I tried to continue to take notes, but found it difficult with the scene unfolding in front of me. I could see Tara's chest moving up and down under the exertion of her breathing. Small beads of sweat were forming on her upper chest and were dripping slowly down between her breasts to pool around her belly button, before the volume grew enough to where it cascaded down toward her pussy. As Nicole continued licking her, Tara's pussy continued to glisten with the combination of the sweat and her juices.
LA had stepped back again, and was now seated at the other end of the couch, watching as her submissive continued to lick my research assistant. Every now and then she would look at me, as if to gauge my reaction. I tried my best to appear disinterested and focused on taking notes, but I was quite aware of my own arousal as my panties were becoming soaked with my juices, and I greatly doubted that I was fooling LA.
