Unspoken Pleasure

In the limo, Ashley asked, still looking bewildered, “Did all that really just happen?”

I laughed. “Pretty surreal.”

Ashley hugged the bag holding her new shoes as she nodded, “And I got new shoes.”

I laughed, “I’m not sure which made you happier: meeting Governor Greene, or meeting her shoe closet.”

“Is it bad that I can’t choose one over the other?” Ashley replied with her trademark cute smile.

“You’re a very bad feminist,” I teased.

“But you love the materialistic me anyway,” she smiled, leaning in and kissing me.

When we broke the kiss a minute later, I nodded, looking into her eyes, and responded seriously, “Yes Ashley, I do love you.”

Ashley looked back into my eyes and said, “I love you too, Jenny, but this relationship is getting pretty complex.”

I felt my stomach knot. Was Ashley going to break up with me already? “I know, and we have to try and clear up some of the complexities.”

Ashley agreed, “Yes we do, but I also understand that you have Mistresses and that you want to keep them.”

I nodded, thankful that she understood: as much as I already loved her, I knew I couldn’t break away from my submissive roles with Mistress Megan and Mistress Karen. As strange as it sounds, the two different roles of submissive sex and romantic sex created an equilibrium for me that I felt would crumble without both.

“So here was what I was thinking,” Ashley began.

I was worried. I didn’t think she was planning to break up with me anymore, but I also had no idea what her next words were going to be.

“When you have sex with any of your Mistresses, or when we have sex with anyone together it is just that… sex, fucking, kinky pussy eating orgies, etc. But when we’re alone it is making love.”

A chill went up my spine, a sigh came out of my mouth as I nodded, “First, I love when you talk like a nasty slut.”

“You do, do you my sexy, cunt munching, fist fucking lez?” she wickedly listed.

“You had me at ‘cunt munching’,” I smiled.

“And what was two, my twat tickler?” Ashley questioned, using a phrase I had never heard before.

“Well, you fist cumming slut,” I smiled back, “your idea is brilliant. We are lovers.”

“Passionate lovers,” Ashley nodded, as we leaned into each other simultaneously and kissed each other until the Greene limo dropped me off.

I smiled and said again, “I know this is crazy, but I love you Ashley.”

“I love you too, Jenny,” she replied.

I reluctantly got out of the limo, sad that the wild, but life changing, night was over.

…

The next morning, I woke up surprisingly refreshed from a night lacking of sleep as I recalled the crazy night, the wild sex, the wilder action, the spontaneous decision to enter the auction, being bought by Brittany Banes for one million dollars (which was unbelievably surreal), Ashley’s understanding and the sudden clarity of our very complex relationship.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I rolled over and checked my phone. I had three messages.

The first was from Ashley about 15 minutes after I had gone to sleep:

From Ashley:

I LOVE YOU UNCONDITIONALLY MY JENNY

C U TOMORROW

XXX ASHLEY

The second was from Karen:

I am again sorry for what happened yesterday.

Mistress Megan was right.

I behaved inappropriately.

Mistress Karen

PS: I will be picking you up for school tomorrow to talk.

The third was sent only five minutes ago from Megan:

Pet Jenny,

Could you please stop by before you go to school? I would like to talk with you briefly.

Mistress Megan

I quickly showered, still smelling of sex, got dressed, wearing my red pantyhose and pom pom outfit and headed straight over to Mistress Megan’s.

I knocked on Megan’s door while eating a muffin.

Megan called out with a loud moan, “Come in, Jenny.”

I opened the door and went into the lounge room to find Megan sitting in her regular chair but with a naked woman between her legs lapping away at Mistress Megan’s pussy perfection.

“Hang on,” Megan said with one hand up in the air, the other on the back of the woman’s head as she was about to come.

I watched Mistress Megan come, she somehow looked even more beautiful when she came, sexy and surprisingly vulnerable.

Once she was done coming, Megan let go of the back of the woman’s head and said, “You may go upstairs and shower now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the woman said, standing up and walking right past me.

I vaguely recognized the woman, but couldn’t figure out from where… she was beautiful, definitely in her forties and looked like a professional woman… a lawyer or a CEO.

“I met her at the auction party last night and brought her home,” Megan shrugged.

“Of course, Mistress,” I smiled, now remembering her from last night’s party.

“Did you have fun last night?” Mistress Megan asked, her legs still open.

“It was wild,” I nodded.

“The Governor’s parties always are,” Mistress Megan nodded.

“I can’t believe Ashley and I were bought for a million dollars,” I said.

“Me either,” Mistress Megan agreed. “That got out of hand.”

“Tell me about it,” I nodded, before asking, knowing Karen would be over in ten or fifteen minutes, “What can I do for you, Mistress?”

Mistress closed her legs and said, “I wanted to talk to you one on one about Karen.”

“Okay,” I nodded, having thought that was cleared up yesterday.

“You’re a very smart girl and I want to know why you think Karen did what she did yesterday,” Megan told me.

“Honestly, I think she did what she did because she was upset and angry and was trying wrongly to get back what she thought she had lost,” I answered, after thinking about it for a moment. I added, “She’s used to being in control, being on top.”

Mistress Megan looked at me inquiringly, “Really? Oh… and what did she lose?”

“Well, she is head cheerleader and used to being in a position of power, power that was increased when she got me as a submissive. Things were going well and then unexpectedly her power was usurped,” I explained.

“How so?” Mistress Megan asked.

“Sunday night she tried to get hold of me but I was on my date, then yesterday Ashley and I told her we wanted to be girlfriends, so maybe she thought she was going to lose me. I then got that call from Governor Greene that I had to keep secret, then Ashley confronted her about Sabrina and then the whole Miss Morgan thing got ugly,” I said.

“Oh,” Mistress Megan nodded.

“Put on top of that her first turn, my mother, was taken away by you as well and suddenly all her power was appropriated,” I finished.

“Appropriated,” Megan repeated with a laugh. “An SAT word.”

“No,” I shrugged, “I’m just a geek.”

I then added, “And she obviously doesn’t know about me and Ashley getting auctioned to Brittany Barnes yet either, and that I will have to go to LA for a few days.”

“Okay, hmmm, don’t worry about that, I’ll have a talk with her about my actions,” Mistress Megan said.

“Okay,” I said.

“Now get going, I need to think by myself,” Mistress Megan said.

I nodded, “Um, okay.”

Mistress Megan smiled, as she stood up, “Even a seasoned Mistress like myself can make mistakes.”

I left and had just gotten to my house when I heard a car honk from the curb. It was Karen.

“Hi Jenny! You ready?” Karen called out.

“Sure Mistress,” I said, quickly going into my house to grab my school bag.

As we drove, Karen asked, “So are we okay?”

I quickly tried to quell her concerns with my answer. “Yes, Mistress. And I’m sorry too. This entire Mistress thing, cheerleader thing, dating thing has been overwhelming and confusing.”

“I guess it is a lot for someone who was a bit of a wallflower two weeks ago,” she laughed.

“I was a lot of a wallflower,” I corrected.

“Well, now you’re a popular cheerleader and known by the entire school,” Karen pointed out.

“That’s a reality I’m still trying to get used to,” I said, finding it just as surreal to be popular as it was that I was bought by Brittany Bane.

“Well, my bitch,” Karen said, squeezing my leg. “Get used to it. You’re living the good life now.”

I laughed, “They should make a Disney movie about me.”

“A pornographic Disney movie about you,” Karen joked.

“Mickey Mouse wouldn’t approve,” I joked back, as we got to school.

Once in school, Karen said, “I need to go and apologize to Miss Morgan.”

“You’re full of repentance today,” I smiled.

“You have some repentance to do yet today too, my pet,” Karen reminded me.

“Of course, Mistress,” I nodded, actually looking forward to whatever punishment she had in store for me.

“God, you’re cute when you’re submissive,” Karen said, before we entered Miss Morgan’s classroom. Karen asked, “Miss Morgan, may we talk?”

“Oh God, what do you want now?” Miss Morgan asked, clearly not happy to see us, or at the very least, Karen.