Lisa Learns to Love

Saturday morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. Lisa rolled over and reached out for Judy. Her hand found only empty sheets. As ever her lover was up and about. Lisa wished she’d stay in bed awhile. Sometimes the early morning cuddles were the best. She rolled over and winced as the bruises on her buttocks reminded her of how extreme last night had been. She smiled to herself, she’d passed the test, she was now officially Judy’s. Reaching to her throat she fingered the collar that was still there. Last night, while they were undressing, Lisa had spent some time in front of the mirror. She loved the feel of it; she loved the look of it against her neck. White was so much more feminine than the dark brown or black of Christine and Sally’s collars. Wearing it made her feel like a little girl, Judy’s little girl. Drowsy and still half asleep she was just rolling over for five more minutes when Judy appeared at the door with a breakfast tray.

 

 “Good morning, sleepyhead. How are you today? How’s that pretty little bottom of yours?” Accepting a cup of coffee and a plate of toast Lisa scooted over to make room for Judy to get in beside her. Over breakfast they discussed plans for the day, shops they needed to visit, places they needed to go.

 

 “Enough chat. It’s time for action.” Judy wiped away the last few toast crumbs with a serviette and got out of bed. “Come on, it’s shower time. Let me get that collar and chain off you.”

 

“Judy?”

 

“Yes, pet.”

 

 “Can I keep the chain?” Lisa played with the medallion that hung from her waist.

“If you want. Here’s the key.”

 

“No, I don’t mean like that. I’d like to keep it on me, always.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yes. I’ve thought it through. I can tuck the end in my knickers when we’re not playing. Nobody but you and I would know. Please, I really want to.”

 

“I’d be delighted if you kept it.” Judy got back onto the bed and kissed Lisa, long and hard. “You’re my very special girl. I love you lots and lots and I’m honoured that you want to wear my chain. Thank you. But we had better remove that collar. Much as I think you look sweet with it on, it would raise a few eyebrows around town.”

 

Judy gave Lisa one last kiss and unlocked the collar. She took it to her dressing table and put it away. The key to the padlock that held Lisa’s chain glinted in her hand. She was just about to put it in her jewellery box when a thought struck her. If Lisa was keeping the chain then the key should stay with her. She threaded it onto her key ring. It looked a bit out of place beside her house keys but that was fine. It was her half of the bargain and she’d carry it always. As she got up from the dressing table she noticed Lisa still under the covers.

“Come on, lazy bones! Up and at em! If you don’t hurry you’ll be showering alone.” Lisa couldn’t ignore a threat like that so she jumped out of bed and followed Judy into the en suite.

 

A week or so later Lisa and Judy were spending the evening in front of the television when the phone went. Judy answered it but soon passed it over to Lisa.

 

“Hello … Hi! Babes! Wow! How are you? … Yes, I got the job and I’m settled here in Bristol … When? Next weekend? Hang on a min. I’ll just check.” Lisa turned to Judy.

 

“It’s Abebi, a friend of mine from college. She’s visiting Bristol next weekend, can she come and stay? Please?”

 

“Of course, it will be nice to meet some of your friends for a change. We can put her in the spare room.”

 

“Babes, it’s fine. I’ll give you the address.” Lisa finalised arrangements and put the phone down. “Wow! I haven’t seen Babes since we graduated. She’s living in Cambridge now doing post-graduate work. She always was a bit of a swot. I’m really looking forward to seeing her.”

 

“Abebi, that’s an interesting name. Where does she get it from?”

 

“Oh her family is from Ghana. They emigrated here in the sixties. I just call her Babes.”

 

“So I gathered. Lisa?” Judy was suddenly serious. “How much do you want her to know? About us I mean. I realise she’s your friend and all, but coming out isn’t always easy. If you want to keep our relationship quiet I’ll understand. I can be a landlady for the weekend.”

 

Lisa was dumbstruck. She hadn’t thought of that. On the one hand she had never kept any secrets from Babes, they’d been close all through three years of college. It would also be almost a betrayal of Judy, to deny their love, to hide it away. On the other hand she wasn’t sure what Babes would think. Sure, she was pretty open-minded but this was major. Lisa was racked by indecision.

 

“Can we just play it by ear? I mean, I really don’t know. I’m not sure what I want to do.”

 

“Of course we can. Come here.” Lisa came over and, led by Judy, snuggled down on her lap. “Coming out is a big step, even to your closest friends. I do understand, after all, I’ve been there myself.”

 

Lisa rested her head on Judy’s shoulder as Judy stroked her hair. This felt so right, so natural, so easy that it would be wrong to deny it, but what if Abebi didn’t understand? What if it ruined their friendship? What if… What if…

 

“We’ll have to make the bed up in your old room as well. That way all the options are open.” As ever Judy was being practical. Lisa thought about sleeping alone again. She’d got used to having Judy’s body next to hers, to having kisses and cuddles on tap. When a recent business trip had kept Judy away for the night the bed had felt empty and lonely. Still, she’d have to take it one day at a time.

 

Abebi was due to arrive on Saturday morning. The night before Judy and Lisa had gone to Charlotte’s and Lisa, having lost the ‘lottery’, had received twelve strokes of the cane from Sally, who had won. However, she was used to getting up on Saturday morning with marks from the night before and thought nothing of it. Similarly tucking the medallion in her panties was becoming second nature to her, an everyday part of getting dressed. After all she only let it hang when Judy demanded it.

 

Around eleven a taxi pulled up outside and Abebi got out. Judy watched from the study window as Lisa, who had been waiting and watching, rushed down the drive to meet her. Abebi was tall with dark ebony skin. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight tee shirt that showed off her figure. It was Judy’s turn to feel a stab of jealousy. What would Lisa want with an old bat like her when she had such beautiful friends of her own age? She went out into the hall to greet her guest.

 

Over a light lunch the three women chatted together, or at least Lisa and Abebi did. Judy could hardly get a word in edgeways and felt left out as the two girls discussed plans for the afternoon.

 

“Come on, Lees, a big town like this must have plenty of good arcades. I need a new top. Let’s shop till we drop.”

 

Judy offered to drive them into town but declined to come with them. “Two’s company.” she said ruefully. “You pair go and shop. I’ve got plenty to do on my own.”

 

Lisa had forgotten how much fun it was shopping with Babes. Shoes, skirts, dresses, tops, everything was considered and usually discarded. Eventually Abebi found a top she liked, but on the way to the changing room grabbed a dress off the racks.

 

“Come on, Lees, try this on. It will look great on you.”

 

The two of them crammed into the cubicle. As Abebi peeled off her tee shirt Lisa was reminded just how beautiful her breasts were. Not large, but high and firm. Too soon Abebi pulled the new top over her head.

 

“What do you think? Not bad, eh?”

 

“You look great, but practically anything looks good on you.”

 

“Umm, flattery will get you everywhere.” Abebi purred. “Come on, try that dress on.”

 

Lisa undid the top of her jeans and started to push them down. As she bent forward she was giving Abebi a full view of her bottom.

 

“Sheesh, girl! What happened here?”

 

Too late Lisa realised the skimpy cotton briefs she had on would do little to cover the marks Sally had left on her. Flustered she stood back up.

 

“Look, it’s a long story, not here, I’ll tell you when we get back. Ok?”

 

“Looks nasty. How on earth did that happen?”

 

“Please, when we get home. I promise I’ll tell you then.”

 

“You better had, girl, I want the full story.”

 

 “I promise, when we get home, Ok?”

 

This threw a bit of a cloud over the rest of the shopping. Lisa was too nervous about what she was going to tell Abebi to relax and enjoy it. Abebi was concerned about what, or who, had been hurting her friend. The secret stood between them like a wall, the intimacy had gone. They only went to a couple more shops before they had had enough so they caught the bus back to Judy’s.

 

When they arrived they went up to Lisa’s room. Dumping her bags on the floor Abebi threw herself on the bed.

 

“Come on, girl, we’re home now, what’s the story? I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

 

Lisa just stood there. She was tired of lying, she had to tell someone and if she trusted anyone apart from Judy it would have to be Abebi.

 

“It’s Judy.” She said at last.

 

“Judy did that to you?”

 

“Yes, well no, look, it’s difficult…” Oh well, Lisa thought to herself, it’s now or never. “Judy and I are lovers.”

 

“She’s your lover and she does that to you? I don’t understand.”

 

“Please, just listen and I’ll try and explain.” Lisa lay down on the bed beside Abebi. Slowly at first, but with building confidence as she got into the story, Lisa told her nearly everything. She explained that playtime was playtime but otherwise Judy was kind and gentle. How much they cared for each other and how Judy may cane her but it was completely consensual. Despite her openness she still wasn’t ready to explain that it had been Sally, not Judy who had left the marks.

 

“So, are you shocked? She said at last.

 

“Shocked! I’m amazed! Three long years I tried to get into those cute little panties of yours but Miss Prim and Proper wasn’t having any. You move down here and within six months you’re involved in a full-blown affair with another woman with plenty of S and M on the side. What’s up, girl? Wasn’t I good enough for you?”

 

 “Oh, Babes. I never realised you felt that way. I thought we were just friends. You should have told me you wanted me like that.” She lay down on the bed next to Abebi and kissed her gently. “Please say we’re still friends.”

 

 “Of course, silly. If you’re happy with her then that’s good enough for me. But your poor bottom, let me have a look at it.”

 

Lisa lay on her back, undid the top of her jeans and started to push them down. As she did so her thumbs caught her panties. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, and this was not the time to be shy. She slid jeans, panties and socks off together and kicked them over the edge of the bed. The medallion, freed from her panties, lay on her belly.

 

“What’s this?” Abebi took the medallion and studied it closely.

 

“A present. A present from Judy.”

 

“So I see.” Abebi dropped the medallion and it rolled to the end of its chain, resting at the top of Lisa labia.

 

“So Judy’s heart lies next to your cunt. Very symbolic. Now roll over and let me see your bottom.”

 

As Lisa rolled over she thought about what Abebi had just said. She didn’t like the ‘C’ word, well, except when she was really turned on, but yes, Judy’s heart resting there was somehow special, more so than if it had just been a necklace or something. Meanwhile Abebi was tracing out the lines on Lisa’s bottom with the tips of her fingers.

 

“Doesn’t that hurt? It looks like it should hurt like blazes.”

 

“Yes, it hurt, it still hurts a bit now, but it’s not like that. It’s all part of something bigger and after she’s caned me we have some of the most fantastic sex ever. Shall I tell you a secret?”

 

“Why stop now? You’ve told me everything else!”

 

“What I really like… I know this is going to sound weird… but what I really like is to have a dildo pushed up my bottom!” There, she’d said it.

 

 “Wow, and when I think of the uptight little virgin I knew at college, and now you’re into all this.” Abebi was silent for a while. Her fingers still traced lightly over Lisa’s buttocks. She’d heard about things like this and had always assumed it was weirdoes in abusive relationships; but this was Lisa and, outside of the canings, it looked like she and Judy were very happy together. She lay back down beside Lisa, her hand still caressing Lisa’s bottom.

 

 “Come on. I want to know more. How does all this work?”

 

“It depends. It’s different every time.”

 

“Ok, so how did this one happen? I want details.”

 

Lisa thought quickly. She wasn’t ready talk about Friday nights. She was beginning to realise why Judy had kept quiet for so long. She’d have to extemporise a bit, not exactly lie, just use another example.

 

 “We like dressing up games.” She started. “Judy gets dressed up as a grand lady and I’m her maid. I’ve got the complete uniform.”

 

“Let me see, let me see.” They got up off the bed and Lisa fetched her maid’s outfit from the wardrobe.

 

“That’s fantastic. You’re dead serious about all this, aren’t you?”

 

“Oh, yes. It takes ages to put on. Look, it’s really authentic.” The two girls pored over the dress, Abebi examining it with care.

 

“And Judy, what does she wear?”

 

“Oh she’s got this gorgeous burgundy red gown. Just as authentic as this. You know the sort of thing, full skirt, really tight bodice for an hourglass figure, leg of mutton sleeves and lots and lots of lace. She looks gorgeous in it.  But first of all I bathe her.”

 

 “Bathe her? How does that work?”

 

“Well I have to run her bath and then, when she gets in, I wash her all over. Then I have to dry her, dress her and help her get ready. Look, I know this is difficult to understand but it really gets to me, I adore looking after her like that. It’s an act of… of love.”

 

“Wow. And then?”

 

“Well, if I’ve been naughty, I mean, if we’re playing that I’ve been naughty, she takes me downstairs to the playroom. That’s where we keep all the bits and pieces. It’s nice and private down there.”

 

“Can I have a look?”

 

“No, it’s locked and Judy keeps the key. Anyway, she straps me down over the horse, pulls up my dress and canes me. I know this sounds weird, I don’t expect you to understand, but until you’ve tried it… I never knew I could get so turned on by being caned. It’s not the pain, well, not just the pain, it’s the way she does it. It’s part of us. I’m not explaining this very well, am I?”

 

Abebi was silent beside Lisa. Her hand was still playing with Lisa’s bottom but the gentle strokes were now firmer, harder, more like a massage.

 

“Maybe you’re explaining it better than you think.” She said at last. “Come on, what happens next?”

 

“Then I have to thank her for the caning. You know, kissing her, down there. After that it’s all bed and cuddles.”

 

“I thought it would end like that.” Abebi leaned forward and kissed Lisa. “And how about kissing me ‘down there’ as you so delicately put it. You’ve got me all worked up. The least you can do is sort it out for me.”

 

“I’d love to but… Please, Babes, I’m turned on too but it would be cheating on Judy.”

 

“She’d never know.”

 

“I would, that’s the point. I couldn’t go behind her back.”

 

“Well, you could do it in front of me. I think she deserves it.” The two girls spun round to see Judy stood by the open door.

 

 “How… how long have you been there.” Lisa gasped.

 

“Long enough. I came home, thought the house was empty, and when I came upstairs your door was open. I couldn’t resist listening for a while.” Inside Judy’s heart was leaping. She’d admit to herself that her motives when she’d snuck up on the girls were far from pure. She’d seen them through the open door and couldn’t resist the opportunity to eavesdrop for a while. To think she’d been jealous of Abebi. She should have known, she should have trusted Lisa, and now, purely by chance, she’d been reassured in the best way possible. And with a little luck it was threesomes tonight!

 

Abebi felt like a schoolgirl found smoking behind the bike sheds. She’d been caught with her pants down, well, with Lisa’s pants down to be exact, and she didn’t know how to react. And here was Judy suggesting that she and Lisa should carry on with her consent. It was all a bit too much to take in at once.

 

Lisa was also a little taken aback. Her state of undress wasn’t a problem, she was getting used to being half, or indeed, completely, naked in front of Judy but she had been caught in a clinch. Although she hadn’t let it go any further she felt she’d let Judy down. When she looked up at Judy she saw she was smiling, moreover there was a glint in her eye she had come to recognise. It looked like there were three, not two, sexually aroused women in the room.

 

 “Yes, I think the two of you should carry on. But first of all I think Lisa should give you a bath to get you in the mood. Come along now.” Judy was used to commanding a boardroom, her tone had carried several major business deals and the two girls weren’t about to defy it. They glanced at each other, shrugged and followed Judy to the bathroom.

 

Whilst Lisa ran the water, and found a suitable bath oil, Judy sat down on the toilet.

 

 

“Come along, Abebi, get those clothes off, in you go.” Any doubts that Abebi might have had were again swept away by Judy’s command. It was simply easier to go along with things than to resist. She stripped off, dropping her clothes on the floor and slipped into the bath. Lisa judged that the bath was full enough and turned off the taps.

 

 “Just lie there. Let Lisa do the work.” Judy was enjoying the view. Abebi’s dark black skin, her tight curly bush, her pert breasts laid out before her. She really was an attractive young woman. Her slight air of unease somehow added to the allure. Judy felt back in control again.

 

Lisa took the sponge, gently lifted Abebi’s leg clear of the water, and set to work. The sponge soft against her skin, the perfume from the bath oil, the warm water surrounding her, holding her, were a heady mix that lulled Abebi into a relaxed, almost dreamlike state. She could almost forget that Judy was watching. Lisa had reached her thighs and the water cascading down from the sponge felt wonderful against her skin. Lisa’s story had turned her on, she wasn’t going to deny that, but this was deeper, more sensual. Lisa finished her legs and moved on to her arms. Again this was somehow far more erotic than if Lisa had simply plunged straight in. Abebi longed to feel the sponge on her breasts, on her belly, on her groin but there was no hurry.

 

Now Lisa was starting on her breasts. Abebi arched her back, lifting them, offering them.

 

“Now, now.” Judy admonished. “Let Lisa do the work.”

 

Abebi relaxed back into the water. The enforced passiveness was slightly frustrating but it added to the tension inside her. Part of her wanted to grab Lisa’s head and pull it down to her groin, to hell with the risk of drowning, but she was beginning to realise that greater pleasure lay in waiting. No wonder Lisa had described Judy as a wonderful lover, she may not be an active participant but she certainly knew how to turn a woman on!

 

Lisa worked lower, tenderly caressing the gentle mound of Abebi’s stomach, her lower belly, and finally her groin. Abebi couldn’t suppress a groan of contentment as the sponge, and the warm water off it, moved between her legs. This was so delicious, so entrancing, she could lie there forever.

 

 “Ok, that’s enough.” Judy leaned down and pulled the plug and Lisa stood up to allow Abebi out of the bath.

 

“Lisa told me about this but I never realised how good it could be.”

 

“Uh huh, no talking now, you just relax and enjoy it.” Judy’s tone had softened, gone from boardroom to schoolroom, but it still commanded.

 

Lisa picked a soft, fluffy towel and dried Abebi down. When Abebi went to help a gentle wave of the forefinger from Judy reminded her that Lisa should do all the work. As Lisa reached her feet she bent forward and gently kissed her toes. Abebi felt this strange mixture of control and controlled. Here she was with Lisa crouched before her tending to her every need. On the other hand it could not be denied that the dominant force in the room was Judy, it was her tune that everyone danced to.

 

Lisa stood up and, directed by a glance from Judy, fetched Abebi a creamy white satin thigh length dressing gown which hung behind the door. Her dark skin was set off perfectly against the pale material. Lisa wondered what she would look like in a white collar, not that she would want Abebi to wear the one Judy had given her, that was hers!

 

 “Come, my dear, let’s have a drink. Lisa will clear up.” They left and went downstairs. As fast as she could Lisa wiped round the bath, tidied the bath oils, picked up Abebi’s clothes and put the towel in the washing basket. Catching sight of herself in the mirror she realised she was still wearing her tee shirt and bra. She stripped them off and hurried downstairs.

 

Judy and Abebi sat in the lounge drinking wine. Judy had selected a full-bodied Shiraz and Abebi could feel the glow from the wine mixing with all the other delicious feelings inside her.

 

“Ah, Lisa, there you are. It looks like Abebi’s glass is empty. Top it up. And when you’ve done that show her how a woman is worshipped.” Lisa topped up the glass, put down the bottle and knelt before Abebi. Softly she kissed the tops of her feet, her lips gently brushing the skin. She knew where she was heading but she also knew better than to hurry. Worship was about taking your time, allowing your mistress to savour every second, allowing yourself to savour every second.

 

Abebi’s head was beginning to spin. She hadn’t really wanted the second glass but it would have been rude to refuse. It wasn’t as if she was getting drunk exactly, she could handle far more than two glasses of wine, but it was getting to her far faster than it would normally, adding to the overall mellow glow.

 

Lisa had reached Abebi’s knees. She eased them apart to allow her to continue. She kissed in little lines, from the knee to about half way up, sensitive skin against sensitive skin. Abebi put down her glass and sat back. Despite her highly aroused state she was fully appreciating the lack of hurry. Oh, she could get used to this! With each line of kisses Lisa moved a little further, a little closer, pushing Abebi ever higher. Just a few more, maybe the next one, or the next, this one, Ohhhh!

 

Lisa’s tongue, finally at its destination, found Abebi more than ready. Her clitoris was swollen and extended, offering itself up. Lisa flicked gently, her tongue moving from side to side. Abebi slumped further into her chair, hoping that easier access would urge Lisa on. Lisa’s flicks of the tongue were getting stronger, harder but keeping the same steady rhythm, a rhythm that ran through Abebi’s body, incessant, unstoppable. The tension inside Abebi rose and rose, she felt as if she would explode, wave upon wave upon wave crashed through her, higher, higher…

 

“Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh, Yessssss!” She lost all concept of space and time as she felt herself lifted up, exultant, lost in the intensity of it all.

 

When Abebi came back to earth she found that Lisa was still kneeling before her, looking up with an ear-to-ear grin. She lent forward, pulled her up, and kissed her, lip to lip. She could taste herself on Lisa’s mouth. Heaven knows what state the dressing gown would be in! They broke from the kiss and Abebi looked over at Judy who smiled like the cat that swallowed the cream.

 

 “Now that we’ve got that sorted I think it’s time to eat. Abebi, I think you need to change your dressing gown.”

 

 “Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing.” Abebi went upstairs to change while Judy and Lisa went to the kitchen to sort out what to eat. Steaks, a light salad and new potatoes seemed to fit the bill. Judy also opened another bottle of wine, as the other one was half empty. She’d have to keep an eye on it though. Drunken orgies were all very well but she didn’t want any alcohol induced excesses tonight. Furthermore she’d had the ‘you got me drunk and seduced me scene’ before from newcomers with second thoughts in the morning. She didn’t want to give Abebi that excuse. Nicely relaxed but still in control, that was what she was after.

 

Abebi returned downstairs wearing a dressing gown that was barely decent. A request from Judy for a saucepan from the bottom shelf was all it needed to confirm that it was all she was wearing. Surreptitiously Judy slipped the heating on. Even on a warm day like this she didn’t want the girls complaining of being chilly. Lisa put on an apron to protect herself from spitting fat as she fried the steaks. Judy and Abebi put the salad together.

 

They chatted as they ate. Abebi was taken by how normal it felt to be sitting there with Lisa naked except for her chain and herself wearing precious little more. Meanwhile, Judy was trying to work out how to get Abebi into the next stage of things. Lisa was a natural submissive and just needed to be shown the way but Abebi was far more self-assured and Judy didn’t want to spoil things by being too hasty. In the end it was Abebi who brought it up.

 

 “Lisa tells me you’re into role play. She’s shown me her maid’s outfit. Your gown sounds gorgeous.”

 

“And which would you like to try?” Here we go, thought Judy.

 

 “I think the gown would suit me best. I’m not sure about burgundy with my complexion but I know I’m not the little maid type.”

 

“Certainly. We’ll have a go after supper.” Judy wasn’t surprised. Looks like I might be going sub this evening she thought to herself. It might not be her natural inclination but it wouldn’t be the first time. She was a big believer in ‘if you can’t take it, don’t give it’.

 

When they had finished their meal they cleared up and Judy led them upstairs to the bedroom. She fetched her gown and accessories from the wardrobe; Abebi shrugged off her dressing gown and the three of them set to. Abebi was slightly slimmer than Judy but roughly the same height. Here laces showed their benefits by having so much more leeway than buttons or zips. The fit wasn’t perfect but at least Abebi didn’t look like a little girl in her mum’s clothes. Corset, stockings and bloomers came first. Lisa was just reaching for a chemise when Judy stopped her.

 

 “Abebi, you look fabulous. Take a look in the mirror.”

 

Abebi turned to the mirror. Judy was right. The crisp, white, perfectly ironed cotton contrasted perfectly with her dark skin. The corset accentuated her curves. It was just high enough to support her breasts leaving her nipples proud and free. It seemed almost a shame to cover it all up. Never mind, what goes on can come off!

 

“Do you mind if I take a photograph?” Judy held up her camera.

 

“Certainly, but…” Abebi studied herself in the mirror. She could feel the clothes putting her in role. She felt there was something missing from the picture. She needed something to hold. She thought back to what little she knew about Edwardian times. Horses always seemed to figure in everything she’d read. “Do you have a riding crop or something?”

 

 “As a matter of fact I do.” Judy rummaged in the wardrobe, found the holdall, and fetched out a riding crop.

 

Abebi found it was exactly what she wanted. She loved what she saw in the mirror. She posed, tall, haughty, arrogant, every inch the dominant woman flexing the crop between her hands. When Judy had finished she didn’t want to give it back. She liked the sound as it swished through the air. She thwacked it against the bed a couple of times just to hear the sound. Then she flicked it at Lisa’s bottom.

 

 “Ow! That hurt!”

 

“Easy now, poor Lisa’s bottom has had all it can take for a day or two.” Judy intervened.

 

“Understood, but I still demand respect. I think the two of you should call me ‘Mistress’ from now on.”

 

 “Yes, Mistress.” Lisa replied without hesitation.

 

“Yes, Mistress.” Judy was less certain. Now she knew she was going sub and controlling the evening would be that bit harder. Still, she liked a challenge and the prospects for an interesting evening had just got a lot better.

 

“Now get on with it.” Lisa and Judy helped Abebi into the chemise, petticoats and gown. Completed she stood tall and regal, very much in control. Judy, feeling that she needed to do something to reassert her authority, fetched Lisa’s collar and put it on her.

 

“And what about you?” Abebi turned to Judy. “I’m all dressed up, Lisa is suitably attired, and you’re still in normal clothes. I don’t think that’s right, do you?”

 

“No, Mistress. How would you like me dressed?”

 

Abebi thought about it. For once she wasn’t sure. She didn’t know what was available and, as the incident with Lisa had shown, she didn’t know the boundaries. Suddenly she’d found that control brought responsibilities and she’d have to tread a little carefully if she wasn’t going to blow it.

 

“We’ll start with naked, I think.” That was safe enough. She watched in admiration as Judy disrobed. Not bad at all. Judy might be older than her but she wasn’t letting her body show it. And her clothes! Pure silk underwear if she was any judge. She wondered if Judy had put them on specially or always dressed like that. “Ok, let’s try this playroom of yours.”

 

Judy led them downstairs and opened the door to the playroom. As Abebi entered she was amazed by what she saw. She wandered round like a child in a sweet shop, eager to try everything and not sure where to start. Some of the equipment, the log for example, was dismantled and tidied against the wall and Abebi could only guess how it was used. There were no such doubts about the selection of paddles, canes, tawses and floggers, which hung on the wall. Below them was a bench holding assorted leatherwear, some, like wrist cuffs, obvious, some less so. Next to the leatherwear was a collection of strap-ons, mostly designed to pleasure the giver as much as the receiver. She wondered why some of them seemed so thin and puny until she saw a tube of lubricant and remembered Lisa’s confession. The thinner ones must be for anal use. The thought intrigued her but she’d leave that for later.

 

Then she came to the pillars. Their purpose was obvious and it was time to start something. Which one to tie up? She looked over at Judy and Lisa waiting patiently and decided.

 

“Judy, I want Lisa spread-eagled between these pillars. Get on with it.” Judy fetched some shackles from the bench and fastened Lisa, hands about head height, legs as far enough apart as they would go without being so uncomfortable that Lisa would get cramps. Meanwhile Abebi returned to the bench and picked up a few bits and pieces. The first was a stiff leather collar with a wide strap running down the back to two wrist cuffs. As she secured Judy she noticed how it forced her to thrust her breasts forward. The nipples stood proud and hard and Abebi couldn’t resist bending forward and teasing them with her teeth. Her hand slid down Judy’s body and rested, flat palmed, over Judy’s crotch. For a while she toyed with her, teased her, her hand massaging firmly but never entering. Then she fastened Judy’s ankles together, shuffled her forward and knelt her down in front of Lisa.

 

 “I know she’s licked your cunt out often enough. Now it’s time for you to return the favour. Get on with it, or do you need a little encouragement?”

 

Judy could guess what Abebi meant by ‘encouragement’ so she leant forward and started probing with her tongue. Abebi meanwhile moved round behind Lisa and, stretching around her, attached nipple clamps leaving the interlinking chain running behind Lisa’s back.

 

 “Is that what you like?” she whispered in Lisa’s ear. “Shall I squeeze them a little?”

 

Judy was no novice with her tongue and Abebi’s fingers fondling Lisa’s breasts, toying with the nipple clamps, were causing frissons of excitement to run through her body. She rolled her head and sighed deeply. A few more minutes and Abebi could feel Lisa building to a climax.

 

 “Stop! That’s enough.” Lisa sighed with disappointment. Abebi went over to the bench and picked up one of the thinner strap-ons. “I want to see exactly how you use these things. Show me.”

 

Getting Judy sorted involved unfastening her wrists and ankles. Abebi had no experience of what went where as Judy sorted out the strap-on and plenty of lubricant. With Lisa still spread-eagled it was a bit awkward but Judy managed it. She wrapped one arm around just below Lisa’s breasts and reached for her groin with the other as she slid inside. This was far from the first time they had coupled like this but doing it in front of Abebi as if they were some sort of circus act made it humiliating. Judy held tight, flesh squeezed on flesh as she slid in and out with slow firm strokes.

 

 Judy’s lips were millimetres from Lisa’s ear. Quietly she whispered “When we’ve finished I think we should turn the tables on your little friend, agreed?”

 

Lisa’s slight nod was missed by Abebi who was watching, fascinated as the strap-on slid back and forth.

 

Despite the humiliation Lisa loved being taken by Judy this way. She’d long ago stopped wondering why the feel of the strap-on inside her was such a turn on but it was. That and the feel of her true mistress holding firm against her, flesh against flesh, were pushing her towards her peak. Judy’s fingers were busy against her clitoris, busy with her nipple. She no longer cared that Abebi was watching, she just wanted to lose herself, feel herself taken, plundered.

 

Judy’s mood was far less mellow. After all, she hadn’t been warmed up like Lisa was. Although the strap-on was well designed its ministrations felt more annoying than erotic. Still, she could feel Lisa starting to come. She’d do the show, let Lisa come and then… Anger rather than passion drove the next thrust and a squeak from Lisa reminded her to keep herself in check and resume a steadier rhythm.

 

“Yes, my sweet, like that, my sweet?” she whispered in Lisa’s ear. Judy felt Lisa’s body tense, stiffen, strain against the bonds. Firmly she thrust once, twice and a final deep, deep plunge as Lisa climaxed.

 

 “Very pretty, well done.” Abebi was obviously enjoying herself.

 

As Judy withdrew and un-strapped herself Abebi came over and released Lisa. She was so busy with the buckles that she didn’t notice Judy moving behind her. Suddenly Judy wrapped her arms around Abebi and held her tight. Abebi struggled but Judy’s time in the gym meant she was fit and strong and well able to hold the younger woman.

 

“You’ve had your fun, now it’s our turn.” Judy hissed between clamped teeth. “Lisa, some wrist cuffs please.”

 

Abebi was hampered by the heavy gown and she was no match for Judy. Even so it took a few tries before her wrists were locked together. Judy put her down on the floor and Lisa sat on her legs to stop her kicking while she fastened her ankles together.  While Lisa remained on Abebi, Judy fetched a length of chain, attached it to the wrist cuffs and threaded the other end through a loop in the ceiling. She motioned Lisa to get off and pulled on the chain until Abebi was standing up with her arms above her head. Abebi was too taken aback, and too restrained, to make more than the feeblest protests. She was also slightly tipsy from the wine she had drunk earlier which reduced her inhibitions.

 

 “Well, did you enjoy your time in charge?” Judy asked.

 

“Yes, yes I did.”

 

“Yes what?”

 

“Yes, Mistress.”

 

“That’s better. But now you’re going to experience the other side and I think you’re a little over dressed. Burgundy never was your colour. Lisa, give me a hand here.”

 

Getting the gown and chemise off Abebi was a little complex in her present state but, after a certain amount of unfastening and refastening, they managed it. The petticoats were far less of a problem and they soon lay on the floor in a puddle at Abebi’s feet. She was left in corset, bloomers and stockings. Lisa tidied the clothes away as Judy arranged a full-length mirror in front of Abebi.

 

 “That’s better. So much prettier. Do you still think you need a riding crop to finish off the outfit?”

 

“No, Mistress.”

 

“Lisa, I think we need a spreader bar.” Lisa fetched one over and Abebi’s ankles were refastened. Judy untied the waistband of the bloomers allowing them to fall around Abebi’s knees. Abebi was beginning to understand why Judy had positioned the mirror in front of her. She had never felt so open and vulnerable. Judy went to the bench and returned but Abebi couldn’t see what she had fetched. Judy stood behind her and reached round to her crotch, her fingers playing with and spreading her labia as if to emphasis her openness. Then her other arm came round. This time Judy was holding a large dildo and rested it against the entrance to Abebi’s vagina.

 

“Is this what you want?”

 

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

 

“Maybe this will help you decide.” In one smooth movement Judy eased the dildo inside her, filling her. Abebi couldn’t help her body’s reaction, thrusting her hips forward to meet it. The view in the mirror mesmerised her. Here she was behaving like some sort of amoral slut but she couldn’t resist Judy’s fingers and, as for the dildo, she swayed her hips, eager to feel it slide back and forth, deeper and deeper. She didn’t care how she looked, she was responding to an inner need. Lisa watched in amusement as her friend pushed her hips forward, forcing the dildo inside herself. On a whim she grabbed the camera, just time for a quick photograph.

 

 “That’s enough for now.” Abebi’s rising passion was cut short as Judy removed the dildo and took it back to the bench. Abebi gasped in disappointment.

 

“What’s that? Didn’t you want me to stop?”

 

“Please, Mistress.” Abebi wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for, but in the frustration of being left high and dry she’d accept anything, anything to scratch this itch.

 

 “Do you want to come? Is that it?”

 

“Yes please, Mistress.”

 

“But first you’re going to have to earn it. Only my slaves get to come. Are you willing to be my slave?”

 

“Yes. Yes please, Mistress.” Abebi realised what she had just said. In the heat of the moment, without thinking, she’d promised… but right now she’d do anything, anything.

 

Judy loosened the chain and released Abebi’s wrists, only to refasten them behind her back. She pushed Abebi to her knees and went round and stood so that her buttocks were right in front of Abebi.

 

“Slaves worship their Mistress, don’t they?”

 

“Yes, Mistress.”

 

“So what are you waiting for?” Abebi reached forward and kissed each buttock.

 

“Not like that stupid. Do it properly and use your tongue.”

 

Abebi realised what she meant and pushed her face into the crack between the buttocks. Her tongue probed and found Judy’s sphincter. Abebi could think of few acts that could be more humiliating but she was swept up in the moment. She was too involved to back out now, and, somewhat to her surprise, the eroticism of what she was doing overcame her distaste. Her body ached with the need to come if this was part of the game then she wasn’t totally averse.

 

Abruptly Judy turned away and went over to the throne. Again Abebi found her increasing fever cut short, again she was left high and dry.

 

 “Lisa, my pet, come here. I need your tongue.” Lisa hurried over, knelt down in front of Judy and set to work. With a satisfied smile Judy turned to Abebi who could only watch, bound and helpless on the floor.

 

“Is there anything you could do for me that Lisa here couldn’t do?”

 

“No, Mistress.” Abebi watched Lisa’s head buried between Judy’s thighs; she wanted to be there, to be part of it.

 

“So why should I let you come? Do you think you deserve it?”

 

 “I… I don’t know, Mistress.”

 

“Maybe… Ooooh… Maybe if I spanked your bottom?” Much as Judy enjoyed taunting Abebi it was getting difficult to concentrate.

 

“Yes, yes please, Mistress.”

 

“You’ll just have to wait until I let you.” Satisfied that she had reasserted her authority, that she was back on top, Judy relaxed back to enjoy Lisa’s tongue. Watching Abebi watching her, kneeling on the floor before her, bound, exposed, and so aroused her tongue was practically hanging out in anticipation, was the icing on the cake. This was right; this was how it should be, and basking in self-satisfaction she let herself dissolve into waves of pleasure.

 

Abebi was feeling nervous. She was in far deeper than she had anticipated and was powerless to control events. Sure, they had told her the safe word, but that wasn’t really an option. The guilty thrill, the raw animal excitement was getting to her in ways she had never known before. She wanted to run away, she wanted to stay, above all she wanted the itch inside her satisfied. As she watched Judy began to writhe in the throne, her hands stroking her sides. Lisa looped her arms over Judy’s thighs to hold her steady, to concentrate on what she was doing. Judy arched her back, almost pushing herself out of the throne and with a cry of ‘Yes, yes, YES!’ she climaxed.

 

As soon as she had caught her breath Judy reached down and pulled Lisa gently up onto her lap. They kissed long and hard, relaxing in Judy’s post-orgasm glow. Playfully Judy broke the kiss and gently licked Lisa’s chin, enjoying the rich taste of her own juice. One final peck on the lips and…

 

 “Mmmm. That was nice. Now what shall we do with your little friend? How about a sandwich? Shall I let her poke that lovely bottom of yours?”

 

 “You know I always like that, but what’s a sandwich?” Lisa asked.

 

 “I’ll show you, but first I owe her a smacking.” Judy eased Lisa off her lap and stood up to go to the wall and fetch a paddle. She then stood Lisa in front of Abebi.

 

 “Bend forward, kiss her toes, that’s right, bottom in the air.” Abebi lent forward as demanded. “Twelve strokes should suffice.”

 

As Abebi kissed Lisa’s toes Judy laid twelve firm slaps of the paddle across her bottom. She was careful to get it right; Abebi was, after all, a beginner. A healthy glow was what she was after. The slaps of the paddle were echoed by muffled squeaks from Abebi.

 

The spanking completed Lisa and Judy helped Abebi to her feet.

 

“Now then, seeing as you so enjoyed watching me servicing Lisa’s bottom I’ve got a little treat for you. Lisa, fetch the horse.”

 

As Lisa brought the horse over Judy went to the bench and fetched a strap-on and the lubricant. She attached the strap-on to Abebi and ordered Lisa to bend over the horse. Lisa knew what was coming and spread her legs ready. Judy guided Abebi up behind Lisa and, after a quick application of lubricant, guided the strap-on smoothly inside. Then she bent Abebi forward so she was leaning over Lisa’s back.

 

Abebi had never seen a strap-on before, and certainly never worn one. This particular model was double ended and the part that fitted inside her was pressing all the right buttons. Tentatively she eased it back and forth feeling the way it pushed against her clitoris, feeling Lisa respond beneath her.

 

 “Uh-huh. You stay still, I’m not ready yet.” Judy warned her. She then returned to the bench and fetched a second strap-on.

 

Judy spreading the lubricant around her sphincter was making Abebi anxious. She could tell that Lisa enjoyed it; she could feel the muscles of her bottom moving beneath her as Lisa savoured the feeling, but she had never, ever, done anything like this before. The feel of Judy’s strap-on against her caused a sudden wave of panic.

 

“I’m not sure I can do this.” She protested.

 

“Oh yes you can. Just relax, that will make it easier.”

 

The strap-on was pushing harder and harder against her sphincter. Desperately Abebi tried to relax and then, suddenly, a quick twinge of pain, and it was in her. The feeling was strange, not exactly unpleasant, more of a full feeling which combined with the glow from her bottom and the pressure of her strap-on inside her vagina to form a heady mix. She felt Judy’s body meet hers pushing deep inside her.

 

Judy hardly moved in and out at all, rather it was a succession of pushes against her bottom. The pain of it being stretched was matched by the pleasure of the pressure as her strap-on moved against her clitoris. Her breasts were also sliding against Lisa’s back giving a tingle all of their own to add to the mix. Lisa picked up the rhythm and met each push with a counter push as far as she was able.  The intensity of the feeling was filling Abebi’s body, she could hear both Lisa and Judy grunt with every push and soon she was joining in. It was as if the three of them were melding together becoming one single entity.

 

 “Harder, please, harder.” Lisa urged from the bottom of the pile. Judy increased the pressure and Abebi felt she could hardly take any more, but she had to, she needed to. She was nearly there, she was nearly there, she was nearly, nearly, nearly there… Abebi felt like a white water rafter, swept away by an unstoppable current. She was no longer in control of herself, her senses, anything. Wave after wave swept through her driven by the incessant pounding from her rear. At last she could take no more, Physically, emotionally and, above all, sexually exhausted she collapsed across Lisa’s back letting the last few dregs drain from her, spent, a little sore, but completely satisfied.

 

For a while the three of them just lay there getting their breath back, letting the feelings subside. Then Judy withdrew and Abebi followed. Slowly the three women un-entangled themselves and removed the strap-ons and Abebi’s bonds. Judy gathered them together and they hugged, coming down gently, returning to normal.

 

 “Well, I don’t know about you but I could do with a shower. Come along.” Judy led them upstairs. Three in the shower was more than a bit crowded but wonderfully relaxing. The soap, the warm water, the feel of flesh against flesh, never knowing quite whose hand was washing whom, brought them together in a way that words never could. The barriers between them washed away, swirling down the plughole with the soapsuds, mistress and slave became one, became lovers. After that it seemed only natural that there were three in the bed that night.

 

Lisa awoke the next morning to the sound of murmured chattering. There beside her was the comforting bulk of Judy’s back. She snuggled in close and kissed Judy on the shoulders, feeling the warm skin next to hers. It was so nice to be here in bed next to her lover, she wished Judy would lie in every morning so they could wake up together and explore each other’s bodies in that drowsy half sleep where every touch is slow and gentle. After a few moments Judy rolled onto her back.

 

“Good morning. We were wondering when you would join us. Abebi’s been telling me all about your time at university.”

 

“Morning, Lees.” Abebi sat up and, leaning across Judy, tried to kiss Lisa. Seeing that she couldn’t reach Lisa leaned forward and met her half way. Expecting a mild, early morning kiss Lisa was surprised when Abebi turned it into a full smooch. When they broke the kiss Abebi caught Lisa’s eye and, glanced downwards. She then snuggled back into Judy’s armpit and started to kiss Judy’s nipple. Lisa glanced up at Judy and, encouraged by her smile, snuggled down to kiss the other one. Wonderfully relaxed, and with the smooth warmth of Judy’s body against hers, she slid her hand across Judy’s belly. It was no surprise to find that Abebi’s hand already there. Their fingers touched, clasped, and they led each other lower, both urged on by the boldness of the other.

 

Judy lay back and wallowed in it all. She’d been reassured by her chat with Abebi. Although they had undoubtedly gone far beyond what the young woman was normally comfortable with, she seemed quite happy about what had happened, and now, the two of them, caressing her body, were making her feel wonderfully turned on.

 

Ummm. She wondered which one had just probed inside her labia, opening her up. She eased her legs apart to make it easier. On her right Abebi was starting to rub her groin against her, Lisa as ever lay quieter, the more passive partner. Ooooh. That must be Abebi’s fingers against her clitoris. She felt herself responding more and more strongly. A voice at the back of her head reminded her to make sure Lisa didn’t get excluded. The last thing she wanted was for this to end in a jealous scene and the way things were going she’d be in a clinch with Abebi in a moment. Gently she eased the two girls from her nipples.

 

“Ummm, that was nice but now I think it’s Lisa’s turn in the middle.” A little reluctantly the two girls separated and they shuffled around. It was Lisa who now felt the sensation, the thrill, of both nipples being expertly manipulated. Abebi was sucking, drawing the nipple into her mouth; Judy tended to use her teeth more. As Abebi got more urgent, more pressing, Judy gradually drew back and watched. The contrast between the two girls was striking, not just Abebi’s jet black hair against Lisa’s blonde tresses, Abebi’s ebony skin against Lisa’s milky white complexion, but Abebi’s more forceful style against Lisa’s passive acceptance. Abebi was almost climbing on top of Lisa as she tried to rub her groin harder and harder against Lisa’s thigh. Propping herself up on her elbow she reached across for Abebi’s bottom, her fingers reaching into the crack. Following Abebi’s rhythm she pulled her harder onto Lisa and with each pull her fingers probed deeper, deeper until they found the puckered ring of her sphincter. With the next pull the tip of her forefinger slipped inside. As if Judy had flicked a switch inside her Abebi responded, grinding herself against Lisa with added urgency, muffled grunts of pleasure coming from her lips as she suckled Lisa with increasing vigour.

 

“Ok, and now it’s Abebi’s turn.” The two girls looked up in bemused amazement, their rising passion again cut short in mid flow, and both made feeble protests but neither thought to disobey. Once more they shuffled round until Abebi lay in the middle. As Lisa lowered her head to kiss Abebi’s nipple she caught Judy’s looking at her. For a brief moment their eyes locked, a private, special moment, an acknowledgement that there was a bond between them, a bond that Abebi was not part of.

 

Abebi was already near her climax. Her chat with Judy had stirred some strangely powerful memories from last night and since Lisa had woken the stirrings in her mind had been reinforced by the play between the three of them. Someone's fingers, she guessed Judy's, were working a special magic between her thighs until, once more, Oh, don’t stop now! they pulled away.

 

Judy tapped Lisa on the shoulder and motioned her to move down the bed. Lisa scooted down, pushing the remaining bedclothes to the floor as she went, and settled between Abebi's thighs. Meanwhile Judy got up and knelt over Abebi's shoulders, trapping her arms beneath her legs. As Lisa's tongue probed teasingly between Abebi’s thighs Judy reached down, spread her lips, and lowered herself onto Abebi’s face.

 

Abebi was pinned to the bed, Lisa arms rested across her thighs, holding her lower half still and Judy's weight on her upper half prevented any movement there. The feeling of helplessness, unable to stop Lisa lapping at her clitoris and unable to do other than lap at Judy's clitoris in return, reinforced the erotic charge. Her muscles tensed as the waves grew stronger. Sensing this Lisa eased back, teasing, tantalising, keeping Abebi fully aroused but not letting her climax. She waited until she could hear Judy starting to come, judging from her moans how close she was. As Judy groans grew urgent, pressing, Lisa went back to full powered licks.

 

“Yes! Yes! Now! Now!” Judy cried out. Abebi writhed around and Lisa had to hang on tight to keep with her, to push her that last final bit. “Ohhhhh, yes!” Judy screamed as Abebi arched her back as far as she could beneath her. With a final “YES!!!” Judy collapsed back onto the bed and Abebi, her cries muffled beneath Judy, went rigid as the final wave of her orgasm crashed within her. Panting slightly from exertion the three women cuddled together letting the waves subside.

 

“Well, that’s you and me sorted. What about Lisa?” Judy asked when she had got her breath back. Abebi needed no further urging and slid down the bed kissing Lisa’s body all the while. Judy kissed Lisa’s lips, savouring the lingering taste of Abebi, and let her hands search out those places where Lisa most loved to be stroked. Abebi’s tongue and Judy’s hand worked their magic together and within minutes Lisa was feeling the passion rise within her. She held Judy as close as she could without disturbing Abebi. She wanted to squeeze her so tightly to herself that they became one, until their bodies melted together. Abebi, for all her hard work, was almost forgotten, a mere instrument that played upon her body; it was Judy she craved, Judy she loved, Judy she needed so badly that it hurt. Lisa’s hands, clutching Judy’s shoulders, held on so tightly that her nails dug in to Judy’s flesh. She broke from the kiss and buried her face in Judy’s neck.

 

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Ohhh, I love you so much.” She repeated over and over again, a mantra, a prayer to her goddess. As her climax arrived her voice broke and she sobbed, overcome with emotion, too much, far too much for her body to contain. She hung on tight to Judy, her Judy, her centre.

 

Abebi came back up the bed and Lisa and Judy broke from their clinch to let her in. For many minutes they lay there hugging each other close, content and satisfied.

 

“Wow, sex with you guys is the best!” It was Abebi who broke the silence, also breaking the mood.

 

“I’m glad you think so.” Judy replied. “Come along now, it’s time for breakfast. Anyone for a shower?”

 

For the rest of the morning Lisa and Abebi dressed in loose clothing and lay in the garden, enjoying the sun, catching up on news. Judy had work to do in the study and left them to it.

 

“Babes?” Lisa rolled over on the towel laid on the lawn. “Do you think I'm some kind of sicko?”

 

Abebi paused for a minute. “No, I don't. What you and Judy are into isn't my cup of tea, well, not entirely.” She grinned wickedly. “But I've never seen you so happy. You're really set on Judy aren't you?”

 

“She's... She's special. She makes me feel safe. I'm not happy unless she's around. I only wish I was sure she felt the same about me.”

 

“You really are besotted, aren't you? And as for Judy, I've seen the way she looks at you. You don't need to worry on that score, but the games you play, sheesh, my bottom's still sore from last night. It was wild while it lasted but I don't think buggery's my thing.”

 

“I don't know, I rather like the feeling, knowing where she's been. It gives Monday morning at work an extra twist if I can still feel her.”

 

“Whatever turns you on, girl. Whatever turns you on. Now tell me more about that job of yours...”

 

Some time later Judy appeared at the back door. “Abebi, if your going to catch the two o-clock you need to get your act together. Do you want a sandwich before you go?”

 

Lisa smiled to herself as the word ‘sandwich’ brought back memories of last night. She’d have to ask Judy if she could be the filling next time, she rather fancied that. But right now she was peckish and would quite happily settle for the bread and butter version.

 

The three of them bustled round, Abebi packing with Lisa helping and Judy putting together a bite to eat. Finished at last Judy ran them to the station and they trooped down onto the platform to see Abebi off.

 

“Thank you, thank you so much for all your hospitality. I've had an, err, interesting weekend!”

 

“You're more than welcome, my dear. Here, I got you this for the journey.” Judy handed Abebi a magazine and kissed her on the cheek.

 

“Lees, it’s been great to see you. We mustn’t leave it so long next time.” Abebi and Lisa kissed.

 

“Thanks for coming, Babes. Love you.” Lisa replied.

 

“Thanks, thanks again. I'll see you both soon I hope. And if you're ever in Cambridge...” Abebi waved goodbye, boarded the train and found her seat.

 

As the train pulled out from Temple Meads station Abebi looked at the magazine Judy had given her. Vogue she thought. Not really my thing, posh women in posh frocks. She was idly flicking through the pages when two sheets of stiffish paper fell out. She assumed they were advertising flyers until she looked again and slammed the magazine down on top of them. Carefully she eased them out from under the magazine making sure no one else could see. Yes, she had seen them correctly, it was two photos from last night; one of her posing with the riding crop; the second was far more graphic, showing her strung from the ceiling while Judy serviced her with a dildo. She blushed hard remembering all she had done. These photos were definitely not for the family album but what a memento of an amazing weekend!

 

To be continued…