Freaky Thursday Ch 02

All characters are 18 and over. Please leave any and all critiques you can, this is my first published work so I know my writing needs work. Thank you and enjoy!

I had messaged Angela to come by mine for around 8 and to wear something sexy for me. I was making a classic carbonara, making the sauce from scratch, separating the yolks and cooking off the pancetta. I was feeling much more grounded doing something I loved and had lots of fun winding down after such an intensive day. I was working on how to deal with Angela, thinking over what had happened between us. I felt a bit guilty that this was mostly an experiment for me, though it wasn't as if she wasn't enjoying herself.

Dead on 8 there was a knock on the door indicating her arrival. I wiped my hands and headed to the door, looking over at the laid table and lit candles. This was quite a nice romantic setting and it made me smile with pride. I pulled the door open to reveal a much punkier looking girl in very nicely done makeup wearing a long black coat. I had also changed into some nicer clothing, a blouse with a skirt and small pumps. I looked very feminine and I was proud of my ability to dress myself up in a way that I liked. I had some of the fancy underwear that I had bought and even put on the fishnet tights I had gotten from Angela's store. Sweet with a hint of sexy.

She waltzed in with her head held high as I closed the door behind her. She turned on the heel of some rather large black heeled boots, her black tights creeping up under her coat. She met my eyes with a mischievous smile and I saw the return of the predator I had seen prior. Before I knew what was happening her coat dropped to the floor revealing a leather corset that tightly wrapped around her body, pushing her tits right up out of her chest. Her tights stopped at mid thigh and she stood posed, proud for good reason, waiting for something. She looked at me and spoke with a commanding voice.

"Kneel."

I maintained eye contact for several moments. She was trying to flip our relationship on its head, take back command, return to what was comfortable for her. I was not going to let her.

"No Angela. You already know what has been unspoken between us."

Her eyeline faltered and I knew I had her.

"Plus dinner is almost ready."

I gave her a sweet innocent smile as I turned to finish the last few bits of the pasta. As I made my way over I heard her shuffling and looked back to see her reaching for her coat to put it back on.

"No, keep it off, I like looking at you. You want me to be happy don't you?"

She dropped the coat but I did see a small reserved smile light up her face. I pointed to the table and I saw her appreciate the scene before her. I dished up the plates and sat down across from her, excited for the night ahead.

" I wanted to get to know you Angela, are you in a relationship right now? Be honest, it might be hard but anything we are starting should have a strong foundation."

" No, my ex and I broke up a few weeks ago, though it's a situation that has rebounded before. But... I would like to get to know you better too."

We ate and drank wine, laughing throughout the dinner. I couldn't help but run my eyes over her as she sat there laughing and smiling, enjoying herself. I learnt about her life and she asked questions about me too, though I kept it vague. We finished and I could see she was itching to do what she thought we were going to do together, but I was patient and enjoyed her small level of anxiety over the direction of the evening. I started to wash up as she made her way over to me, finishing her glass of wine in one quick swig.

Her hands reached for my hips and she motioned for me to turn so she could kiss me. I turned but added distance between us. My hand stroked the side of her face and she closed her eyes clearly expecting me to lean in and kiss her. Instead I snaked my fingers into the hair at the back of her head and grasped it tightly, pulling her head back to reveal her soft white neck.

"You really are an impatient little girl Angela."

I nibbled her neck slightly then licked and kissed it, claiming her. She melted into my strong grasp, supporting her liquid body on my steady grip. I handed her a kitchen towel and released her.

"You dry and I'll clean, stack the dishes there and I'll put them away at the end. Save me a job for tomorrow."

Begrudgingly she accepted, disappointed but still radiating happiness. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy my control over her but it was taking time for her to accept her enjoyment. I dare say she had many fun ideas about what she wanted to do to me before she came over but I was going against every expectation she had.

We finished so I grabbed the wine, filling her glass and topping up mine before leading her to the seating area. I connected my phone to the speaker I had pre-setup and sat down against the arm rest. I was in her way so she couldn't immediately sit down next to me. She tried stepping over my legs but I stopped her before she could. I grabbed the plumpest pillow I had and dropped it on the floor by my feet.

"I want you to sit down there... on the floor by my feet. You don't have a problem with that do you?"

She stood over me ready to complain. The idea was warring behind her eyes and she let out one tiny bit of resistance.

"I cant..."

"Whilst you are down there could you take my shoes off for me, I really shouldn't have them on in the house but you know how it goes."

I gave her the sweetest smile I could muster as the fight faded from her body. Perching on her knees she delicately untied my laces and slipped off my shoes revealing fishnet clad feet. They were so dainty and alluring I could almost see the drool forming on her lips. Feet were never something interesting to me when I was in a man's body but every part of this new female one was so sexy it made me question what parts of the human body someone could even find attractive. Even something plain like my back was flawless and gave me shudders when I had glanced at the toned shapes in the mirror the morning prior.

"Take your shoes off too, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I lined up some of my favourite music, only a few songs, as I waited for her to remove her boots. They were sexy in a punk way and certainly matched her e-girl aesthetic. When she finished she repositioned herself on the pillow, leaned up against the sofa. I noticed she wasn't touching me though, almost scared I would stop her and so hadn't brought up the courage to do so just yet.

"What music do you like Angela? I can queue up something we can listen to in the background whilst we talk. Oh and btw could you be a darling and rub my feet for me, I had a terribly busy day and it would be a big help for me."

She was overeager in her grabbing for my feet as she scootched up to my legs, resting her head against my knee. She told me a few songs and a quiet ambiance settled over the room as we relaxed into our roles, sipping wine, resuming our nice slightly intimate chat from before. She kept up her massage throughout. I had never had a foot massage but it was thoroughly enjoyable, relaxing all up my legs, though I did have to tell her a few times to keep her hands to my feet.

It was over half an hour later of relaxing comfortable conversation before we both finished our wine and therefore the bottle. I was feeling a bit buzzed but certainly nowhere near close to drunk, but given she had slightly more than me and she was smaller too I imagined she was feeling it a touch more than I.

With the wine finished I figured we could start to move things up a notch.

"So Angela, do you always prey on young girls to get into their panties?"

She understood my ribbing was also a lead on to a deeper conversation and explained further about her feelings and attractions. She had laughed at my statement but sighed as she started to explain her past behaviour.

"When I saw you in the store you looked like a lost puppy, like you just blew in from a small town with no idea which way was up. I saw so much opportunity in you. You are incredibly beautiful Elizabeth, and in no exaggeration one of the most naturally good looking people I have ever seen. Even now you sit there with no makeup on glowing, perfect hair and such a gorgeous body. It makes me feel so many conflicted feelings about you. I want to be with you but I also want to... be you you know, I work hard to be who I am and it looks effortless for you."

"Well thank you Angela, but don't beat yourself up, you are also very pretty, and I love your style, though your choice of outdoor clothing is a bit risqué, I might have to dress you if we ever go out together."

She laughed but also tensed at the mention of me dressing her. I could tell she had more to say so I let her continue.

"You are right though, I was going to 'prey' on you as you so aptly put it. Small town girls moving to big cities are so open to new things, expecting big city life to be different that you can take advantage of that good nature and twist their perceived notion of normal. I have definitely been with some girls who would have never pursued being with a woman and only went along with the flow of my guidance. But when you caught me out, put me on the spot and finally took control... I knew that I had been led on, but I'm confident in my sexuality, experienced, and even then you threw me through a loop. You just took control so easily, I have never submitted so absolutely to someone before."

"Do you like me having control over you Angela?"

"We haven't done enough for me to truly know for sure just yet, but I'm certainly excited to find out."

She had been gazing up at me as she experimentally moved her hand from my foot up my leg. She was pushing the boundaries, seeing if she could gain any semblance of control by leaking through my cracks. I was having none of it and put my hand back in her hair, pulling her head back to a small yelp.

"Uh uh uh naughty little girl, hoping to take advantage of a small town girl. I would have thought you had learnt by now that that is far from who I am. In fact sit back opposite me and remove your underwear, you lost the privilege to remain clothed for this evening."

She started to scoot over after removing her hands from my feet but instead I instructed her to stand facing away from me as she removed her underwear. I had her bend at the waist as she pulled her underwear clean off, again leaving a line of her drool down her tights covered legs. She went to move but I held her there in that position, thoroughly enjoying the view and her humiliation.

"Spread your cheeks for me, I want the full view."

She obliged though again with some hesitancy. I leaned back just taking her all in. She was skinny, not toned like myself, maybe even a bit stringy in the way her muscled showed through her supple skin. It meant her ass wasn't too big but it was certainly cute and the view as she spread herself before me was enjoyable to any red blooded male. I reached out with my dainty foot and spread her legs apart a bit more.

What felt like a lifetime but was probably more like ten seconds passed before I leaned forward and gave her an over exaggerated sniff. I couldn't see her face but I imagine the embarrassment only layered upon her.

"You are going to make my apartment smell like pussy Angela."

I moved my fingertips to her opening, barely grazing over her, as she squirmed beneath my touch. Up from her clit, circling her entrance and further still, one soft finger tip running across her frenulum and circling her rose bud. She shivered even more at that.

"Alright go perch yourself down there where I can see you and keep your legs open, I'm not done playing with you. "

She turned to face me and sat down on the cushion she had moved. Her face was a deep scarlet, blood flushed all over, not just her cheeks, but her eyes shone with desire. When she was in position, leaning back on her hands with her legs apart and knees bent, I trailed a foot lazily across her thigh. Her gaze instantly locked onto it but I continued, ignoring her.

"There must have been more reasons that you went for me, growing up as a lesbian, or at least a bi girl is never easy Angela. You sure that when you saw me with those hungry eyes there wasn't any revenge hidden deep within your heart."

Her eyes widened as I drew my foot closer to her inner thigh and she realised what I was saying. It wasn't a massive leap to think a non cis girl might get bullied in some form by the popular girls when she was younger, or even just fancy them and then resent them when they didn't return the feeling. Which ever it was clearly struck a nerve with her.

"Yes... you remind me of this girl for my high school, she was head cheerleader and so fucking hot. But when she found out I liked girls too they bullied me for it."

My foot was now under an inch from her glistening pussy. Damn this girl leaked when she was horny. She continued her story.

"But the worst part is when they got bored. I would see her every day and she went from being mean to me to being bored of that and moving onto the next person. She would humiliate me for liking girls, when we would change she would single me out and say everyone needs to be careful in case I sniff their panties whilst the changing rooms are unattended. She even belittled me with her tits out one time saying how horny I was getting from seeing her tits. But the worst thing was that it was true. I found her so god damn beautiful and I rubbed myself silly to the thought of those tits rubbing against mine for months afterwards."

My toes were now gently caressing her wet fold now, her breathing becoming ragged as she took heavy breaths.

"So when you reminded me of her I wanted to humiliate you, flip around my feelings onto a girl who could have treated me the same way if we had gone to high school together. To get my revenge."

I was getting into rubbing her pussy now, applying more force to her sensitive area with my toes. I grabbed my phone from the side table and paused the music, switching over to the camera app as I continued to massage her clit.

"So do you want to be humiliated Angela or do you want to humiliate? Because it sounds to me like you miss the way that girl treated you, or at least your pussy does, maybe I can be the one to do that for you?"

"Oh yes Elizabeth! Please I want you to make me feel small and worthless. Make me fucking cum on your toes."

I slowed down my massaging and showed her the phone, making it obvious what I was going to do. I didn't want to record her if it wasn't going to add to her experience, obviously I would love to document the memory but I was happy if she said no.

"Yes Elizabeth, do it... please."

I started the recording.

"Good girl My sweet little Angela. You thought you would come here this evening and make me submit to you, maybe go down on you, kneeling at your feet, so you could reclaim the power I took from you in that changing room."

I had quickened my pace on her clit, really grinding into her, meeting her opposite grinding motion back into my foot. She could hardly keep her eyes open and she was moaning quite deliriously into the quiet room, all of it being captured for future prosperity.

"You want to cum on my feet don't you. A foot slut. You probably don't even like feet, you just like feeling small and worthless. Well I mean you are sitting on the floor of an apartment of someone you met just today, being recorded as you edge closer to orgasm by my feet. That's pretty desperate behaviour if I've ever seen it."

"Yes!! Fuck I'm such a desperate slut. My pussy is so wet for you Elizabeth. I'm leaving a puddle of my girl cum on the floor."

"You probably wanted this with that girl that bullied you back in high school didn't you. To grind against her like a rutting animal. Actually no that's too good for you. You probably wanted just to suck her pussy all day every day until she discarded you, threw you away like she did when she got bored of you in real life."

That made her shiver and I could tell she was getting close. She came so quickly in the changing room that I was surprised she had lasted so long. Maybe she was just more sensitive to penetration.

"Cum on my foot you fucking worthless slut. Realised that as you do so you will submit yourself to me and I will never see you as equal, never anything more than a leaky desperate slut who would do anything for pussy."

She exploded and lost all energy in her limbs as she flailed around on the floor. I stood up and recorded all of it, keeping my foot slightly pressed down on her now sensitive clit. Her hair looked wild and her eyes had that same glossy look as she came back up to meet my eye.

"You made my foot sodden you leaky little slut, clean it for me wont you?"

I raised my adorable little foot to her face, the one she had just come all over, and she was slow to react, clearly still stuck in her post orgasm haze. I raked my wet toes down her face and that was enough for her to react as she started to lick and suck them clean. I was disappointed when she reached up with her hand however.

"Did I say you could use your hand? No so put it back where it was and lick me clean."

It was a few long moments of her licking my foot before I was pleased with the state of my foot and I shut the recording off. I smiled at her, pride at her display visible on my face.

"Good girl Angela! Very good job. I enjoyed that very much. How was it for you."

I pulled her and her pillow close between my legs, still on the floor though, as I stroked her hair and held her head against mine. I gave her a kiss on the top of her head as I motioned for her to join me on the sofa.

"That was amazing Elizabeth, I have never had such a strong emotional and sexual experience before. It was like you knew exactly the buttons to press, even ones I never knew I had."

"It was certainly a fun experience Angela. But I want you to know some things. I have enjoyed this evening, spending time with you, in every way we have spent it, talking or otherwise. I think you are interesting and smart and funny and beautiful. But this is as far as I can go if you cant meet my demands for a relationship. I don't want to string you along, play with your feelings, and don't worry about the video I will delete it if you decide otherwise to my proposal. I think I have shown you what I can provide you, but ultimately the decision is yours."

She seemed to think for a few moments, before deciding. I had thought she would accept that open proposition without question but was glad when she asked me to clarify my demands of her. She wanted this but was mature enough to know not to jump in blindly.

"I demand your submission to me, when I ask for it. We will be good friends I'm sure but as and when I ask I need immediate submission to my authority. As the relationship progresses things may change but for now I would consider us dating with a twist on our sexual lifestyle. You are exclusive from this moment onward to me and me alone. Though as the dominant one I would expect you to be open to the idea that you may not be my only partner. That is not the case right now, and I would talk to you about it prior but I may take someone else to be mine. I also need you to be aware I may share you, again I would talk to you prior to this, but your submission to me and me alone would ask this of you. But mostly I need your trust, and that comes from good communication. I want your enthusiastic consent over this, a desperate needy slut who cant wait to do what I tell her. But also someone who has no trouble verbalising her limits, but also on the flipside asking for more."

She looked taken back, surprise at my proposition holding her still. Finally she started to nod, a big smile plastering her face.