The Wheel Turns

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 10: The Wheel Turns

Emily's nerves buzzed and her head spun. It seemed impossible, but there was no other answer that made any sense to her. Master was here, somewhere. And he'd taken Fuckdoll.

Emily ran out of the bathroom and towards the door. Someone grabbed her arm. She turned to see a tall woman with dark hair puffed up around her head and a small pink dress that was little more than a few straps.

"Now, I know you're not running out of here with my clothes that you just asked to borrow. If you haven't been home to get yours I'm sympathetic, but that doesn't mean you get to take mine with you."

"I'm in kind of a hurry, Janet."

"Then go get changed in a hurry! Do I need to tell Vinnie about this?"

"Fine," Emily said as she hurried back towards the dressing room. She stripped off her mustard-colored bikini and threw it on a makeup table. She dialed in a combination on a locker and dropped the padlock to the ground. She pulled out a sheer blue strip of fabric that she wrapped around her slim hips twice to fashion a wrap skirt that was only somewhat see-through.

She pulled out a shiny silver sheet of metal attached to two loops of delicate chain. It was flexible, made from tiny sequins that were joined together, so it contoured to her body as she pulled one loop of chain over her head and settled the small top over her prominent fake tits, barely covering the front and leaving the sides fully exposed. She reached behind herself to fasten the other loop of chain behind her torso, then pulled her lavender hair from beneath the neck loop.

Emily raced out into the night. It was a bracing cold on the last day of February in Boston. Her breath came out in small wisps of white cloud. She immediately regretted leaving her jacket behind in her rush, but didn't turn back for it.

She looked back and forth down the street and ran in a direction she picked at random. Emily knew there was no possible way she would find Master and Fuckdoll without any clue as to which way they went, but adrenaline let her push down the nihilism of rational thought to make room for reckless hope.

*****

Emily had only met Master and Fuckdoll a month earlier, but they had become the two most important people in her life.

Master and Fuckdoll had been been fucking in public when Emily met them, and she had confronted them. At the time, she was the kind of person who was offended by that kind of thing. Since then she had transformed into a sexually insatiable exhibitionist. She didn't understand how it had happened, but knew that it was due to Master's influence.

She hadn't seen Master since then. He had left her with instructions to prepare herself for their next meeting on Saint Patrick's Day, and then he let her go.

She ran into Fuckdoll again a week earlier when she started working at the strip club. She was also a sexually insatiable exhibitionist, and the two had become inseparable since their reunion. Emily knew that the stunning blonde would have horrified and disgusted her if she still had her old personality, but she didn't know what, if anything, she should do with that knowledge.

*****

Emily walked back through the door to the club, head low, rubbing her arms. The warm air inside started to ease the tension the cold had put into her body, and her willpower seemed to drain with it.

"Hey Emily!"

"Hey Lisa," Emily replied without stopping or looking towards the woman.

"Emily." A hand touched her on her arm. Emily turned to look at the short redhead. "Are you ok?"

"I'm just having kind of a rough night."

"Yeah, well, you know how you were asking about Trixie? She's waiting for you."

Emily stood up straighter, grabbed Lisa 's shoulders in a quick hug, then started off towards the backstage area.

"No, in Vinnie's office. Some guy's in there with her."

Emily felt like she had been hit by a bolt of lightning. She took slow, cautious steps towards the office and her hand trembled as she opened the door.

"Master?" Her voice was timid.

A man was seated in Vinnie's chair. Emily found herself unable to describe or remember Master's appearance. All she could ever remember was his perfect cock. As she stood before him now she squirmed and writhed, overcome by the excitement of being so close to it.

"Well, that's an improvement," Master said, eyeing her up and down as she walked into the room. Master's compliment nearly dropped Emily to the floor.

She was slow to notice Vinnie and Fuckdoll standing in the corner of the room. They were both silent and immobile, with downcast eyes.

"Are they..."

"They're fine," Master responded. "He's annoying and she's needy, so I asked them to leave me alone while I waited for you."

"You were waiting? For me?" Emily's head swam. It took her a second to process the rest. "You think Fuckdoll is needy?"

"We're not going to talk about that. Take off that top and let me see the new tits."

His rebuke was like a slap to the face. She eagerly pulled off her top, breaking one of the delicate chains in her rush.

"Master, she's devoted to you. All she wants is to be whatever you want her to be."

Master had looked approvingly at her tits at first, but this remark made him stand up from his chair and walk towards her.

"You heard me say we weren't going to talk about that?"

"I did." Emily flinched slightly.

"And you went ahead anyway. I knew there was something special about you." Master walked around her, regarding her from every angle.

Emily's lurched forwards with relief, hearing that Master was more curious than angry. Her heart raced and blood pumped in her ears. When she had calmed down somewhat she asked, "special?"

Master was standing behind her when she asked. When he didn't answer for several seconds she grew nervous that she had said something wrong.

"That's right, special," he finally replied, flooding her with relief. "When we met, you shouldn't have noticed me and Fuckdoll at all. Anybody who was going to have a problem with me fucking her in public wasn't supposed to notice. And nobody did..." Master put a finger under her chin and turned her to face him. "...except you." His touch was electric.

"Master? Why do I feel like this around you? Like everything is too much and my heart might give out any minute?"

"That's kind of a hard question to answer, but the essence of it is it's because you're mine. You know how the sun can overwhelm you after you've spent a long time in the dark? It's something like that."

Emily nodded slightly. She had a thousand questions on her mind but didn't dare ask another.

"There's a cure, you know." Master pulled out his cock. It was the most beautiful thing Emily had ever seen, and her mouth watered. She saw Fuckdoll's head pick up slightly in the corner of the room.

"Before I give you a taste, I have to know: have you followed my instructions?"

"Yes!" The answer exploded out of her.

"All of them?"

"All of them! Except..."

Emily had a vain hope that she would drop dead in that moment so she wouldn't have to tell Master about her failure.

"...I haven't saved my ass for you. I tried! But I failed you."

"You let someone else fuck you in the ass before I did?"

"Not exactly... It was four different men. And I didn't let them, except I couldn't stop them. I wanted to, but..."

Master put his hand up and she fell short. He took a deep breath. "I guess it was a lot to ask. Four weeks without a cock in your ass might have been too much. That one," he gestured to Fuckdoll, "probably couldn't last four hours." Master put his hand on Emily's shoulder and told her, "it wasn't your fault."

A tear welled in the corner of her eye.

"Now be a good girl and suck my cock."

She dropped to her knees and held Master's cock in both hands. She put the tip in her mouth and savored the taste, closing her eyes and moaning with satisfaction as she worked it into her eager mouth a quarter of an inch at a time. She rubbed the bottom of Master's cock with her tongue stud and felt the head rub on the roof of her mouth.

Emily squirmed and rolled her hips. She struggled to keep her jaw loose as her whole body tensed and shook with an earth-shattering orgasm. She screamed and gasped and moaned into Master's cock.

As she recovered enough to start bobbing her head again she looked up to see Master smirking at her. He looked pleased, but not satisfied. She redoubled her efforts, taking his cock all the way into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and she swallowed loudly and repeatedly. She pulled back, breathless, to admire Master's perfect cock, now coated in her viscous, foamy spittle.

She admired the cock as she stroked it. She made a silent and impatient prayer that he would cum right now, right into her face. She dived back down onto it, sticking out her tongue to tease the root of his cock with her tongue stud. She took it deep and bobbed back and forth, feeling the head of his cock go in and out of the tightness of her throat.

Emily's second orgasm hit while Master's cock was in her throat. She tried to hold it there, ashamed that she could put her own pleasure before her Master's. She pulled back to whimper and moan into his cock, and felt it twitch and spasm as it filled her mouth with cum.

Master's cum tasted like basking in sunshine on a warm spring day. It tasted like newborn kittens crawling in her arms. It tasted like falling in love for the first time.

Emily collapsed to the floor. She held the cum in her mouth, savoring it and rolling it around on her tongue.

"Get up."

Emily pushed herself up, swallowing her mouthful of Master's glorious cum.

"Feel better?"

She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight. "Thank you. I needed that so much." She took a few seconds to realize that she wasn't terrified or trembling at his touch anymore. She slowly let go and pushed herself back.

"You've been a good little slut. I can tell. You can't suck cock like that without a lot of practice."

Emily blushed at the compliment, but didn't feel the same electric reaction she had earlier. "I'd be happy to do that again anytime."

"I bet you would," Master said with a chuckle. "I think I'm going to have fun with you."

"I was really worried about Saint Patrick's Day, but now that you've forgiven me..."

"Oh right. Saint Patrick's. Well, let's keep that on the books for now, but in the meanwhile it's good to know I can find you here." Master patted her on the head and walked out of the room.

Emily stared at the office door longingly until she heard a soft voice behind her. "Emily?"

"Fuckdoll!" Emily cried, falling into her arms.

"What did you just call her?" Vinnie asked, blinking hard to clear his head.

"Don't worry about it! It's okay!" Emily touched him gently on one arm.

"It'll be okay when you two get back to work. This is a place of business."

*****

"I was so scared!" Emily confessed.

"You shouldn't be scared! Master isn't going to leave without you. He's barely getting started with you." Fuckdoll embraced her reassuringly. They were in Fuckdoll's apartment, standing next to the large circular bed in her living room. Their clothes were strewn about the floor in a trail from the door to the bed.

"No, I mean I was scared I wasn't going to see you again." Emily kept her arms circled around fuckdoll as she leaned back to look into her soft blue eyes. "I don't want to lose you."

Fuckdoll smiled at her. "Because I'm the hottest piece of ass you've ever had?"

"Yeah," Emily laughed. "That too."

Fuckdoll turned away from the intensity of Emily's gaze. Emily planted a soft kiss on Fuckdoll's neck. Fuckdoll scooped Emily up by the back of her knees so she collapsed backwards into the bed. She fixed Emily with a smoldering look for a second before diving between her legs.

Emily gasped and panted as Fuckdoll ran her tongue over her clit. She started with short strokes up and down, but as Emily's arousal grew she started rolling her tongue in slow circles. Emily arched her back and reached down. Fuckdoll let go of Emily's thighs to hold both of her hands. She rolled her tongue harder against Emily's clit and pulled tightly on their clasped hands until she felt her shuddering orgasm. When Emily began to breathe again, Fuckdoll stopped tonguing her and let go of her hands, crawling into the bed.

Fuckdoll admired Emily from her position on top of her, pushed up on her hands with her hair falling around them. She pushed her hips against Emily's in a gentle side-to-side, as if dancing to music only they could hear.

"Fuckdoll?"

"Hmm?"

"I think it's my turn to fuck you."

"Okay," Fuckdoll said, not moving from her position on top of Emily.

Emily wrapped her arms around Fuckdoll and wrestled with her until she had flipped her over. Both women lay for a second giggling. Emily slowly slid her way down the bed. She backed herself off until her face was level with Fuckdoll's pussy. She inhaled deeply and gave it a gentle lick.

Emily continued to move down, off the edge of the bed and out of Fuckdoll's line of sight. She dragged a plastic bin from beneath the bed, and when she stood up she was holding a shiny black dildo on a black leather harness.

"I said it's my turn to fuck you," Emily said as she fastened the strap-on to her hips. "I didn't say it's my turn to eat you out." Fuckdoll flashed her most seductive smile at Emily, and Emily flipped her over to lay prone at the edge of the bed.

Emily brought the tip of the dildo up to Fuckdoll's pussy. It slid in without any resistance. The blonde let out sharp exhales and loud cries as Emily fucked her with shallow strokes, rubbing the plastic cock against the front wall of her pussy. When she thought Fuckdoll couldn't take it anymore, she rammed the whole dildo into her and hammered her with deep long strokes.

Fuckdoll's breathing picked up, and she slid a hand underneath herself to play with her clit while her friend fucked her. Emily grabbed a handful of Fuckdoll's hair and pulled it back. "That's a good little slut," she said as Fuckdoll looked back at her.

Fuckdoll's orgasm was protracted. It built and built, feeling at every moment like it was about to crest and break like a wave over her, but not resolving for an eternity of agonizing ecstasy.

Emily and Fuckdoll climbed into bed together and entwined arms and legs.

"I'm not going to leave you," Fuckdoll promised in a whisper.

"I'm not going to leave you," Emily promised back.