He nodded, his grin gone. "Good answer. Scary answer, but good answer."
After we'd gone to bed, he asked, "What if Tala makes you do things to her? Or does more than spank you?"
"That," I said, finding the will for another fuck, "I would let happen in a second. I need a picture of her. You'll fuck me twice as hard think of her in leather, fucking me with a strap-on." Which was all it took to get him inside of me.
It took me three weeks before I was ready to go back to Tala. All three of us had a pleasant lunch, with nothing to suggest the last time I saw her, Tala spanked me. Except she wiped my mouth. She ordered me soup, and when the waiter can to see how our meals was, reached over and wiped off my mouth. I was certain I didn't need it. I blushed as she traced the napkin over my lips. When she pulled it away, I instinctively ran my tongue over where she wiped. My breath was heavy. Then it was over, as if nothing had happened.
It took two more weeks before she took us shopping, and that was for shoes. Our afternoon meetings were so non-eventful that Blake and I began finding stories online to fill this new need. In bed, we didn't speak of the roles were were taking on. I think part of it was that he was playing Tala and neither of us wanted to imagine him as a woman. But the longer Tala denied me another controlling, humiliating experience, the more I relied on Blake to fill that role ... and the more I imagined it was her, not him.
We acted out the bathroom as changing room fantasy often and every time, I imagined Tala fucking me. I never spoke her name, but at times, Blake so transformed in my mind that the hands on my body felt petite, bird-like. I actually squirted a bit when her fingers found my clit.
The next weekend, Tala took us to a steakhouse and ordered m a prime rib. It was much too much for me, and I didn't care for steak at all. I changed my order to a salad. Tala made an angry face, and Skye looked slightly panicked, but nothing else happened. We ate as if I were eating the steak and that was it.
However, the next weekend, I wasn't invited to lunch. Tala took Skye to Cartier and bought her a diamond necklace. The next week, I was also excluded, and Skye received another absurdly expensive gift. It was then I realized how sad Tala was. She thought not getting gifts was punishment, like our affection was bought. With Skye, that was probably true at first. She was desperate for much of what Tala bought her. For me, owning such expensive things was actually a bit embarrassing. Most of it I couldn't wear to work, nor did they fit my afterwork life. Some of it I'd quietly donated to charity. Several of the dressed got used a sex props for changing room fantasies between Blake and I, and nothing else. One I was afraid to dry clean because of the fluid stains were too obvious. Tala could pay for nothing and I'd still let her order me about because I'd come to realize I wanted that from her.
Blake told me to take out the trash one night, then told me to make him dinner. We often just said things like, "Honey, take out the trash." They weren't orders, just short-hand. But when he told me to clean up the dishes, I realized he was trying to Tala me.
"Honey, when you say it, it just sounds like an asshole man being a dick. Sorry."
"Sorry. Do you think she'll go back to the old ways?"
"I don't know. Maybe she's done with me."
She wasn't. The next weekend, she invited me to her condo for the first time. Skye greeted me at the door in a maid uniform and offered me a glass of wine. Tala sat in a large chair in the middle of an extravagant, 18th-century-looking living room.
"Come here, Madeline."
When I stood in front of her, she waved to Skye, who took my glass wordlessly. I'd had a sip.
"Madeline, your grooming habits are unacceptable for a professional woman."
I blushed. Skye was the one Tala corrected. Skye was the slightly-out-of-order friend. I was the polished professional. But Tala's eye was so sharp. Whatever she felt was wrong, probably was.
"I've engaged with a professional to sort this out. Call your husband. You'll be getting home late."
I looked to Skye, who bit her lip, but her eyes dazzled. When I called Blake, he asked me if I thought Tala was going to fuck me. I said I didn't know. I trembled a bit, partly out of desire, but also because now that it looked like it might happen, I wasn't at all sure I wanted it to.
Skye gave me wine back, then kneeled in front of Tala, holding the tray for us.
Tala drank her glass silently and I couldn't think of anything to say. When Tala finished her glass, she put it on the tray and waved her hand. Skye stood and took my glass.
"Skye, take Madeline into the guest room and get her ready."
Wordlessly, I followed Skye, first into the kitchen, which was far more grand than my own or even my parents designer kitchen, then into a bedroom.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"You're being punished. I need to undress you."
"For the steak?"
I started to unbutton my blouse. Skye grabbed my hand.
"Yes. I'm to undress you. Just stand."
If this had happened in front of Tala, it would have been mortifying, but with Skye, it was just strange ... and a little exciting.
"Did you ask her to do this?" I whispered as her fingers grazed my breasts under the pretense of unbuttoning my shirt.
"God no. You disobeyed."
"Is she going to fuck me?"
"I don't think so," Skye said, standing behind me and pushing her lips against my earlobe. "She'd never touched me like that."
"Did you ask?"
She pulled my blouse off, caressing my arms, then kissed my neck. "No."
She slid to her knees to unzip my pencil skirt. She used pulling it off as an excuse to caress my ass and thighs. I could feel her ragged breath on my panties. She didn't feel a bit like my kid sister anymore.
She carefully set my clothes on the bed, then knelt in front of me and put a pair of tall heels on me, caressing my arch. I was literally dripping.
Skye took a box from the dresser and told me to follow her.
"I'm not completely undressed. She'll be angry."
Skye put a finger into my panties and tugged, but didn't pull them down. "She wants to see that."
I walked behind her, as if on a leash until I was standing in front of Tala.
"Turn around."
I blushed deeply. My chest probably bloomed.
"Turn back to me."
I did, unconsciously covering my bra with my arm.
"Finish, Skye."
Skye stood behind me and unclasped my bra. She slid it off me, rubbing her palms over my nipples. I moaned despite, or perhaps because of my humiliation. Skye put the bra on a side table, carefully folding it while Tala stared at my naked body. I wondered if she liked what she saw. Skye is so lush, a full D-cup. Tala's breast are full, too. Mine are so small, my palms are thicker.
Skye came back and stood in front of me. She put her hands on my shoulders. I started to bend my knees, thinking she was pushing me down, but she slid her hands to my breasts and pulled on the nipples. Instead of kissing me, like I wanted, she slid to her knees. She kept her hands on my little tits, rubbing them, while she kissed my belly down to my panties. She nibbled the waistband into her mouth and began sliding them down.
Her nose pushed into my wet bush. I wanted to push her head between my thighs, but I left my arms hanging at my sides, waiting for Tala to instruct me.
Skye's hands left my nipples and she pulled my panties to my knees, pushing a finger into my ass crack as she brought them down. Once I stepped out of them, she folded them in half and put them on top of my bra.
Tala shook her head. "That's completely unacceptable. I thought after your experience at the lingerie store, you'd realize you must keep yourself neat, but it looks like you don't even know what wax is."
I looked down. I kept my bush trimmed, but it was early April, so I hadn't thought about the sides. I covered it with my hand.
"Hands to your sides, Madeline. This must be fixed." She took her phone out and sent a text message. Less than a minute later, a doorbell rang.
"Answer the door."
"But I'm naked."
"Do you need a spanking?"
"No," I said as I went to the door. When I opened it, a tiny woman and two men stared at me. The woman wasn't much older than me and cute. The men were older, rougher. One of them nodded to the other. I blushed to my belly.
"They think you've been having intercourse, Madeline," Tala said. "Invite them in."
"P-please come in," I stammered.
The woman ran her finger up my arm as she came in. I shivered and let out a slight moan.
The men leered at me as they carried a table past me and put it down in the middle of the living room. I had the feeling they'd done this before. Skye? I covered myself as best as I could.