Work Hard, Play Harder Ch. 17

Copyright © March 2025 by CiaoSteve

CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes

This is a seventeenth part to the series. Although it is self-contained from a story perspective, I would recommend you read the earlier chapters as there will be references which make more sense if you have read the earlier parts.

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"Sophie..." Kirsten addressed their guest, pausing for a moment to make sure she had Sophie's attention. "You asked me earlier if I'd like a nice hello... how about it... have you saved space for dessert?"

Sophie couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. The words might not have been explicit in their meaning, but the intention was quite clear. Dessert? Of course, Sophie had room for dessert, especially the sort of dessert which was being suggested.

Sophie was about to respond enthusiastically when an alternative thought filled her mind. Was this a further test, just like all the others? Were they waiting for her to take the bait, and would this time be her own downfall, with no young blonde there to save her? With Sophie pondering the consequences of every outcome, she ended up just sitting there, staring back at Kirsten, offering no response at all.

For a moment there was silence at the dining table.

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

It was an awkward silence, a silence which led Sophie to feel she had already taken the wrong option. She was starting to fear the worst.

'Please... please... do something... say something,' Sophie thought to herself as she hung on for whatever was coming her way. What did come Sophie's way was a most surprising response.

"That's a good girl, Sophie," Kirsten replied. "It was a question though, so you can respond."

The smile from Sophie said it all. Those words were still sinking in, but already she could feel a sort of warmth passing over her. What was it? What had brought the unexpected sensation? If truth be known, it was a combination of things. At first it was the thought of having done the right thing which filled her mind with satisfaction. Then... then... and it was this that surprised the young woman the most, it was the meaning of what had been said. No, not the meaning that it had been a question and that she could respond, but more the meaning of those other two words.

'Good girl,' Kirsten had said.

As the words sank in, Sophie felt a strange sense of pride somewhere deep inside.

"See, Mistress," Kirsten continued, turning her attention to Claudia. "See how quickly Sophie learns. Of course, there is much more to be taught, but if she wants to, I reckon Sophie could be a first-rate student."

"What do you think, Sophie? Shall we try with that question again?" Kirsten asked.

Sophie nodded.

"How about it, Sophie... have you saved space for dessert?" Kirsten repeated the question from earlier.

Suddenly, Sophie could feel the reality hit her. She had wanted to do this ever since watching the young blonde do the same to her boss, but now a sense of eventuality sank in.

This time, the response was instant.

"Yes please... I'd like that... I'd like that a lot," Sophie replied, a beaming smile on her face as she waited for Kirsten to make the next move.

Kirsten did make that next move, but rather surprisingly it came in the form of another question, and one addressed to Claudia rather than Sophie.

"And... how about you... Mistress... would you like to watch?" Kirsten tossed a nonchalant suggestion towards Claudia.

It was a question Sophie hadn't been expecting. In that instant, the excitement of what was on offer morphed into something nervier. Her heart was beating just a little harder. Her breaths were just a little quicker, a little shallower. Slowly, she turned her gaze towards Claudia, wondering what response would be coming.

What response? Sophie wasn't quite sure what type of response she wanted. The idea of eating Kirsten out filled the young woman with delight. Equally, had it been an option, the idea of eating her boss out would have done the same. The thought though, of doing just that, and with an audience watching her every move, filled Sophie with a different emotion... trepidation.

Her pulse was racing faster than ever. She wasn't quite sure whether she was thrilled by what had been asked, or fearful of the same. What made her feel this way? Was it the thought of having an audience in the first place, or the thought that said audience would be her boss, the woman she would sit down next to in the office come Monday morning?

Then there was another factor. In all her years, never had Sophie gone down on another woman before, nor did she really know what was expected of her. She'd watched Kirsten of course earlier that evening, but with the young blonde's head up inside Claudia's dress, there wasn't exactly that much to be seen.

Sophie held her breath and waited.

"Oh yes, my darling Kirsten... your mistress would love to watch," Claudia replied. "Come... let me clear some space... you can hop on top... and then... well... then we'll see if young Sophie is true to her word. You know, Kirsten... I really can't wait to see if she did save room for dessert."

"You don't mind, do you, Sophie... no time like the present, you know?" Claudia continued, turning her attention towards their guest.

Sophie's mouth dropped open at the way the suggestion had just been tossed out there, so nonchalantly. Still though, still she was learning quickly. She sensed the change in tone. This wasn't a question to be debated, nor was her reply really wanted. It was a command, maybe even an order. Not only was she about to eat out the young blonde, but she was going to do it right here, right now, atop the very table they had been eating dinner from only a few minutes earlier.

"Y... yes... of course..." Sophie replied.

Sophie wasn't sure if she genuinely believed in her response or not. The idea was thrilling enough, but there was something different about doing it, and doing it with an audience. For sure, she was being taken out of her comfort zone once more. There again, wasn't that the whole reason she came here in the first place, to experiment, to explore, to discover something about herself, what she liked and what she didn't.

Then there was Kirsten. Sophie really couldn't believe how the young blonde had so casually taken everything in her step, from the confidence of her semi-naked entrance to the way Kirsten had given such a loving hello to her mistress. Now... now... Kirsten was doing it once again. Okay, so the tables were turned, if you excuse the pun, but the intention was just the same.

So... why shouldn't she?

Why shouldn't Sophie embrace this very moment?

If she didn't, then how would she get anywhere near the answers she so desired.

Sophie glanced over to where Kirsten was sitting.

Kirsten was smiling.

Slowly at first, her heart still pounding, Sophie smiled back. She may still have been hesitant at the idea but, in her mind, she knew what she needed to do. If nothing else, it would prove that she had it in her.

"I mean... yes... yes... I'd like it if you watched," Sophie added, all the time staring at Kirsten, yet addressing her response to Claudia.

"That's a good girl," Claudia responded, repeating the words Kirsten had used moments before. "Now, come Sophie... give me a hand and we'll soon have this table cleared."

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In a matter of minutes, the table had been transformed. Gone were the remains of dinner; the glasses, the plates, the cutlery, and what wine still hadn't been drunk. Gone even were the decorative aspects of the dinner party, the place mats, the candelabra, even the napkin holders. All that remained from earlier was that long white tablecloth.

That wasn't to say that the table was empty; far from it. Where the essentials for a cosy meal had gone, in their place was a single cushion tossed towards one end of the now cleared table, and a young blonde perched on the other.

There had been no hesitation from Kirsten as she switched positions from sitting atop her chair to sitting atop the dining table. It had felt a little strange, mainly due to the sudden emptiness down below as she eased off the dildo she had been impaled upon for at least the last forty minutes, but here she was, patiently waiting for what was to come next, or more so patiently anticipating her own cumming.

Still though, still Kirsten wasn't going to take liberties with her position. She knew not to, at least not until asked. There she sat, with her hands in her lap, her thighs pressed together, and her legs, bent at the knee, dangling over the edge. She never said a word. All the time, Kirsten simply sat there, her gaze fixed on Sophie, watching their guest's every movement.

Kirsten didn't show it, but to say she was excited was an understatement. Okay, so most of the wetness between her legs was the result of a certain dildo she had been sitting upon, but the racing pulse and the tingle of nervous anticipation deep inside, were fuelled by expectation. Already her mind was awash with thoughts of watching this young woman go down on her.

Watching?

Once more it was her mistress who put pay to that very idea.

"Look at my little sub, Sophie... see how obediently she sits there... see how attentively she watches your every move..." Claudia teased, walking up to the side of Kirsten and speaking oh so softly as she stroked a hand through the young blonde's hair.

Sophie found herself staring back at Kirsten. It was true. There was something quite statuesque about the way Kirsten simply sat at the end of the table, never moving, never reacting to all that went on around her, not even to the next question from Claudia.

"Now, Sophie... what did you do with that blindfold?"

"The blindfold?" Sophie asked, picking up the discarded slip of black fabric from the floor and passing it to Claudia, all the time never quite cottoning on to why it was suddenly important.

"Oh yes... the blindfold..." Claudia responded, dangling the garment teasingly in front of Kirsten.

"Kirsten here loves a blindfold... makes it all... well... just a little more exciting," Claudia responded. "Isn't that right, my darling Kirsten... how could I forget the last time back at my apartment... blindfolded... cuffed... toyed to the point of no return... then... then... oh, Kirsten... you should have seen how hard you came..."

For a moment, Claudia giggled.

"Oh no... how could I forget... you couldn't see yourself, could you... and you're not going to see yourself now either, are you my little sub?" Claudia added, bringing the blindfold up towards Kirsten's eyes and effortlessly securing it in place. "There you go... isn't that better, Kirsten?"

"Yes, Mistress... thank you, Mistress," Kirsten obediently replied. "I like your blindfold, Mistress. Will you be cuffing me too, just like last time?"

Not that Kirsten could see it, but her mistress was smiling as she responded to that question, her response addressed not towards the young blonde but over in the direction of Sophie.

"See Sophie... see how polite our little Kirsten is... and see how considerate our little Kirsten is... always wanting to please... and always happy to say thank you," Claudia responded, her words spoken for the benefit of their guest. "You would do well to remember my dear, especially if you are serious about your time in the cabin. Now, if you excuse me, I think we'd better get Kirsten a bit more comfortable."

With that, Claudia switched her attention back towards the young blonde. She ran her fingers gently across Kirsten's cheek, and as Kirsten moved towards the touch, Claudia brought her lips down against her lover's. It was a fleeting kiss, followed by a softly spoken reply.

"Maybe later, my little sub... but not now..." Claudia responded. "Now... now, you're going to lie back and make yourself comfortable... go on, all the way..."

As if on command, Kirsten leaned backwards. The movement was slow and steady, but there was no hesitation. She trusted her mistress, even in this blindfolded state. In no time at all, Kirsten was lying flat on her back, her head on what had been a well-positioned cushion, her arms right by her sides, her legs still held tightly together, still dangling over the edge of the table.

"Comfortable?" Claudia asked, leaning down at the side of her young lover and practically whispering into Kirsten's ear.

"Yes, Mistress," Kirsten replied.

"Ready?" Claudia asked.

"Yes, Mistress," came the same reply.

"Then, you just relax..." Claudia added.

"Yes, Mistress... thank you, Mistress," Kirsten replied.

"... and leave the rest to us," Claudia continued, moving away from Kirsten and over to where Sophie was standing.

Once again, the relationship between lover and mistress had taken Sophie by surprise. To say she was amazed, would have been a most apt description; amazed by the way Kirsten just followed every word to the letter, never hesitating, never complaining, never even asking what was required of her. All Sophie could do was stare down at the young blonde, in admiration at the way Kirsten simply lay there, looking oh so beautiful atop the table, her only movement being the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and those delightfully small breasts.

It was true. Kirsten was simply lying there. That is what she had been asked to do, and that is exactly what she was going to do. She'd been here before, so she sort of knew the score, yet still it hit her the same, every time.

What hit her first was the adrenaline. It always did, the minute her mistress suggested any type of restraint; blindfolds, cuffs, or something much more substantial. It was thrilling. It was exciting. It was one of the things Kirsten loved... that lack of control, that inability to do anything other than wait, and hope. Vulnerability... yes, that's what it was. Kirsten just loved the vulnerability.

Adrenaline soon gave way to a sense of self-awareness, and an increasingly active imagination. In her blindfolded state, she couldn't see, but already she could envision them standing there, their eyes burning down on her naked frame. All Kirsten could do was listen, trying to make out what was happening around her, trying to pre-empt what would be coming her way. The problem... the problem was, she could hear nothing, at least nothing legible. There were voices--she imagined they were voices--but whatever was spoken was too soft to be comprehensible.

What were they saying?

What were they planning?

Were they close?

Were they about to spring into action, to take matters to the next level?

Were they keeping her waiting on purpose?

Yes, that was the other thing... time. Kirsten was so engrossed in trying to make sense of the blackness around her, that she sort of lost track of time. How long had it been? Kirsten really wasn't sure. It could have been seconds. It could have been minutes. Was it longer? Were they even there?

'A sound... just give me a sound,' Kirsten thought to herself, longing for something she could hold onto, something which would tell her what was coming next.

If that wasn't enough, then there was something else, something her mistress had said. It was a word, a simple word, not even a threatening word, yet now that word kept tossing over in her mind. What had Claudia meant? Kirsten had made the suggestion in the first place, the suggestion that Sophie might like dessert, yet her mistress had replied with that simple two letter word... us.

Wouldn't it have been clearer to have said leave the rest to Sophie?

Why use that word... why use... us?

There again, was it just an innocent slip? Was Kirsten making too much out of nothing?

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A matter of feet away from the blindfolded blonde, the 'us' which preoccupied Kirsten's mind were deep in whispered conversation.

"I'm not sure," Sophie called out, her gaze still fixed on Kirsten's naked frame.

"Not sure of what, Sophie," Claudia responded, dropping the mistress act for a moment and putting on a more empathetic tone.

"This... you know... here..." Sophie explained, never quite formulating enough of a sentence to truly explain what she was feeling.

"It's okay, Sophie," Claudia replied wrapping an arm around her guest. "We can stop, if it's not what you want... nothing to be sorry about... and, of course, Kirsten will understand... what do you say, shall I tell Kirsten to--"

"Don't you dare," Sophie interrupted, her voice loud enough to be heard over at the table.

"I'm sorry," Sophie continued, her voice returning to a whisper. "I meant I'm not sure... well... what to do... I've never done it before... you know... gone down on another... ermm... well... another woman... and what if I did it... ermm... wrong. What would Kirsten think of me?"

"Oh, Sophie... you two are just the same, you know," Claudia replied.

"We are?"

"Oh yes... just the same... I'll tell you now, what I told Kirsten... there is no wrong... it is all about taking the plunge... and if it works, fantastic... and if not, it's what you learn which counts... just like you atop that dildo, getting a little too carried away... did you learn?"

"Yes... yes... I guess..." Sophie answered, her tone not quite so convincing.

"Well, my darling... think of this as just the same... another chance to learn," Claudia explained. "And trust me... you already know what works and what doesn't... it's just a matter of putting it into practice."

"I do?" Sophie asked, confused.

"Oh, come on, Sophie... tell me the truth... do you play with yourself?" Claudia asked.

Suddenly, Sophie felt a little embarrassed.

"No need to go shy on me... we all do," Claudia added.

Sheepishly, Sophie nodded.

"Then you know all too well what feels good and what doesn't... just remember, my dear... what feels good for you, most likely feels good for our young lover here," Claudia replied.

Again, Sophie nodded. She heard what had been said, and for sure it made perfect sense, yet still she wasn't convinced. It wasn't the idea of going down on another woman which did it, and definitely not the idea of going down on Kirsten. What made her unsure was that fear of failure, of being judged, of disappointing.

"Or, if you prefer... we could do it together... you know... double trouble for our young blonde... and see how long it takes for her to notice. So, what do you say... shall we tag team on this one... let me get her warmed up, and you... you can finish her off."

The only response from Sophie came by way of a hug and a kiss. The thought of doing it together, at least for this first time, gave her a sense of security. She could watch, she could learn, she could... hopefully... finish Kirsten off, as her boss had so clearly put it.

"Now... what do you say, Sophie... ready for dessert?" Claudia added, this time intentionally raising her voice to make sure Kirsten could hear.

"Famished," Sophie answered, again keeping her voice audible.

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Back on the table, Kirsten was mulling over what she had heard. To be honest, it was two snippets of what had been said which filled her mind, each raising conflicting emotions in the naked blonde.

'Ready for dessert,' had her pulse racing with excitement.

She seemed to have been lying there for an eternity and had already started to wonder if that idea of 'us' had been nothing more than Claudia and Sophie getting it off together, with Kirsten left alone and waiting. Was that the punishment her mistress had in mind for Kirsten? Was Kirsten to be left there unfulfilled, whilst she listened in to the others having all the fun?

'Don't you dare,' had the opposite response.

Dare what? As she pondered the meaning, that sense of excitement became tinged with a touch of trepidation. It had been Sophie's voice, of that Kirsten was sure. Was it a warning, and if so, what was Sophie warning Kirsten about? What was her mistress about to do which had their young guest calling out that way?

What would it be...

... the kiss of soft leather fronds as that flogger rained down on Kirsten's bare torso?

... the bite of steel as clamps squeezed tightly at Kirsten's rock hard nipples?

... something else... some new torment intent solely on having Kirsten scream out into the darkness?

Then there was movement. This time, it was unmistakable. Kirsten could hear footsteps, the contrasting sound of heels and bare feet, and they were moving in her direction. Of course, she couldn't see but, inside, she could sense the two women bearing down on her supine form.

In no time at all, Kirsten was tensing up, expecting the worst, expecting whatever it was that Sophie had tried to warn her about. The touch, when it came, had Kirsten's heart metaphorically missing a beat as she jumped with surprise. It was nothing more than a gentle tap on the knee, but she had built herself up so much in anticipation, that it could have been anything. A flogger, a paddle, a riding crop, in Kirsten's mind, the impact would have been the same. Suddenly she could feel a pounding inside her chest. She was breathing a little quicker than normal, all the time wondering what was coming next.

"Oh, my darling Kirsten... did I make you jump?" Claudia called out, running her fingers up and down Kirsten's left thigh.

"Was it something I did?" Claudia continued, intentionally grazing her nails across the young blonde's apex.

Kirsten jumped once more. Somewhere, deep inside, she wanted to reply, to ask what was coming her way, but she knew better than to question her mistress.

"No, Mistress... of course not, Mistress," Kirsten responded.

"That's good," Claudia continued, this time running that same hand over Kirsten's knee and down towards her ankle. "Now... why don't you slip your heels off, and then you can bring those feet up... didn't you hear young Sophie... she's famished, and you did promise her some sweet desserts, did you not, my little sub?"

"Yes, Mistress... I did, Mistress," Kirsten replied.

Kirsten didn't need to be asked twice. Already she was rubbing her feet together, pushing at her heels, loosening each in turn until they fell to the floor with a clatter. There was no hesitation either as she brought first one foot and then the other upwards, spreading her legs wide, feeling for the hardness of wood as she went.

In no time at all, Kirsten lay there, legs splayed wide with her feet balanced on the very edge of the table. She made no effort to cover up. She knew what was expected of her, and all she could think about now was feeling the warmth of Sophie's mouth up against her waiting sex. Sophie's mouth? Still though, somewhere deep inside, Kirsten wondered if it would be something more than a young woman's mouth which bore down on her tender folds.

For a moment, the room fell silent.

Kirsten held her breath and waited.

Sophie on the other hand just stood and stared once more, her gaze locked on Kirsten's sex, on those soft puffy outer lips, on the glimpse of tender inner folds peeking out from within, on the way the light glinted on those slick juices. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that Kirsten's lips were smiling back at her, welcoming her, beckoning her closer.

Closer? Oh yes, the idea was to get closer, much closer, but it wasn't Sophie who made a move. The promise had been made. 'Let me get her warmed up, and you... you can finish her off,' Claudia had said, and that is exactly what she intended to do. As Sophie watched on, Claudia took matters into her own hands. Careful not to make a sound, Claudia edged towards the young blonde, intent on maintaining that element of surprise.

Suddenly the silence was broken.

The gasp, when it came, was the outcome of the element of surprise Claudia had been banking upon. Leaning oh so close, her senses already filled with the scent of arousal, Claudia flicked out her tongue and grazed the tip along Kirsten's slit.

With her heightened senses, each trying to make amends for the lack of sight, that very touch, as light as it was, felt so intense. Kirsten had been expecting it--well, at least she had been expecting something--but the thrill of that very first touch took her quite by surprise. She couldn't help herself but call out softly into the darkness.

A lick, then another, then another, then...

Kirsten gasped once more as that very tip pushed against her outer lips, easing its way within, all the time caressing her tender innermost folds. She felt the movement up towards her clit, barely catching the sensitive nub, before sliding down once more. The urge to push back was so strong as Kirsten felt the touch against her pussy, rimming the very opening. No sooner than it had arrived though, it was gone once more.

And so, it continued.

A gentle lapping at her tender flesh...

A flick against her clit...

A rub over her opening...

Kirsten's gasps had morphed into moans, soft sensual moans, such was the feeling down below. Again, and again, the tongue returned, and it felt so goddam good. In her mind, she could see Sophie down between her outstretched legs, giving her the hello she had been promised. Never though... never had the young blonde imagined it would feel this way. It was like... like... like she was being played with, maybe even toyed with, teased like a cat might do to its captive mouse, before going in for the kill.

The kill? God, Kirsten couldn't wait for the kill.

Already her senses were in overload.

She was breathing quickly, grabbing a lungful of air between each soft moan.

She was tossing her head from side to side, her mind awash with the sense of excitement which came from down below.

She wanted it... god, did she want it.

Kirsten never got what she desired. Instead, replacing that teasing touch, was a chill, a lightly blown chill against her damp sex. Kirsten found herself shivering a little. It wasn't the cold which did it, but more the contrast between pleasure and torment, and that sense of disappointment as the stimulation came to an unexpected end.

Kirsten lay there.

Should she call out?

Should she ask for more?

There again, she'd made such a point of telling young Sophie that a good sub never asked for anything, so what impression would she leave if she broke that very rule? Still though, still she was left longing... longing for the touch to return... longing to be taken all the way.

And then, just as abruptly as the touch had stopped, it was back. This time though, there was something different. The gentle teasing, the playful toying, nudging her ever so gently towards her climax, was gone. Instead, there was something more physical, more enthusiastic, more... what was the word... intense.

Where she was being metaphorically grazed upon to start with, for sure Kirsten was being truly devoured now. The change was extreme, to say the least. It was like... like... like it was somebody different down between her outstretched legs, somebody hungry for what was on offer.

Had Kirsten not been so focused on hitting the high notes, she might have paid more attention.

Had she paid attention, she might even have questioned the sudden difference.

Kirsten didn't.

By now, all Kirsten could think about was the heady cocktail of desires filling her mind, or more so one in particular, the desire to cum, and to cum quickly. If she had been taking the scenic backroads towards a town called climax, it was like the young blonde had suddenly turned onto the motorway and was racing towards her destination at top speed. Every bend, every corner, ran the risk of sending her off the road, having the young blonde crashing back to earth.

Kirsten moaned.

Kirsten grabbed short sharp breaths.

Kirsten arched her back and tossed her head from side to side.

Sophie simply listened and responded. Every moan had Sophie pushing just a little harder, lapping wildly at the Kirsten's slit, forcing her tongue up against Kirsten's opening, flicking the tip quickly over Kirsten's clit. It was a never-ending circle.

Every push intensified the moans.

Every new moan brought encouragement to go further.

The dining room had been transformed. Where earlier it had been the polite reserve of a dinner party which had set the tone for the evening, the two practically naked young woman had now shattered that peaceful calm, the conductor and the conducted.

The conductor crouched there, leaning over the edge of the table, hands on her lover's hips, mouth pressed firmly against her lover's sex, her tongue orchestrating what could only be described as the most passionate of symphonies. The conducted, lay there atop the table, responding passionately to every wave of the conductor's unseen baton, hoping all the time that said symphony would soon be heading towards its carnal crescendo.

"She's good, isn't she?"

Kirsten heard the words, yet they didn't quite register, such was the fogginess of desire which clouded her mind.

"I said..." Claudia repeated, reaching down, taking hold on Kirsten's left nipple, and giving it a gentle twist, "she's good, isn't she?"

This time, Kirsten did respond. Instantly, she turned to where she hoped her mistress was standing, using nothing more than the sound of that voice as a guide.

"Y... y... yess... M... Mistress..." Kirsten responded, her words a little strained. "She's very... mmmm."

Whatever Kirsten was about to say, became nothing more than mumbled noise as Claudia leaned forward and placed her lips against Kirsten's. This time it was no fleeting caress. Lips were melded together, mouths opened, allowing tongues to dip inside.

There was a passion in that kiss, but that wasn't all. With passion came sweetness, a lingering sweetness which could only be described as... love... her love... her sweet juices. Had Kirsten imagined it? Even after Claudia pulled away once more, the young blonde could sense the sweetness on the tip of her tongue.

"M... Mistress?" Kirsten tried to ask.

"What is it my darling? Would you like to cum?" Claudia asked.

"Y... yes... Mistress... b... but..." Kirsten replied.

"But what, Kirsten?" Claudia asked, before adding yet another question. "Would you like to watch Sophie make you cum? Is that it, my darling?"

"Y... y... yessss," Kirsten moaned, this time her answer fuelled by the fires within her loins.

Kirsten arched her back. She stiffened, allowing the latest ripple of pleasure to subside. It was getting harder every time, yet she so wanted to hold on a while longer, to let the intensity grow just a little further.

"Then, why didn't you say, my darling," Claudia responded, leaning over the young blonde and reaching for the blindfold.

Kirsten struggled a little as darkness turned to light.

Slowly Kirsten focused in, first on her mistress, then on Sophie, then back on her mistress.

Claudia smiled back at the young blonde.

As she did, she leaned forward once more and pressed her lips against Kirsten's.

They kissed again.

This time, Kirsten was certain. That sweetness was back. It was her sweetness she could taste... her sweetness on her mistress' lips. Still though, Kirsten was confused. If it was Sophie down between her legs, then how could she taste herself on her mistress' kiss? Was she imagining things? Was her mind telling her what she wanted to feel?

To feel?

Suddenly, it was a different feeling which filled Kirsten's mind, a feeling of pleasure, threatening to consume the young blonde. She bit her lip. She held her breath. She willed herself to hold on just a little longer.

"It's okay, Kirsten," Claudia whispered. "Sophie wants to feel you cum, and I want to watch you cum... so do it, my darling... let it all out, and cum for us, Kirsten."

Suddenly, any doubts over that lingering sweetness were gone. All Kirsten could think about was the passion down below, and the inferno raging deep inside. Oh yes, Sophie was good alright, and very soon Kirsten would be showing their guest just how good she was.

Sophie lapped at Kirsten's tender folds, and the young blonde moaned.

Sophie probed as deep as she could into Kirsten's opening, and the young blonde groaned.

Sophie sucked on Kirsten's sensitive clit, and the young blonde squealed.

All the time, Kirsten was getting more vocal.

All the time, Kirsten's fires raged out of control.

All the time, Sophie forced herself onto her lover's sodden sex.

And then... then there was quiet. The only noise was the squelch from down below as Sophie continued to work her magic. Kirsten, on the other hand, ceased her moaning.

She bit her lip.

She held her breath.

She stiffened, arching her back, trying to cling on for dear life.

She was riding the edge.

It was nothing more than a matter of seconds but, in those seconds, it was like time had stood still, like that moment when the waters receded to be quickly replaced by the onrushing tidal wave.

Tidal wave?

Onrushing?

Kirsten could sense it, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. The intensity built, higher and higher. Waves of pleasure lapped at her petite frame, each threatening to take over, to be the one which would consume the young blonde. She gasped for air, quickly filling her lungs before clamping down once more.

And then... then... then...

It was all too much.

The scream said it all.

Kirsten thrashed atop the table.

Suddenly she was doing just what she had threatened to do... she was falling... she was crashing down... her slight frame consumed by pure euphoria.

Kirsten had cum, and cum hard.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

That night there was a sense of reflection in the cabin.

After the passionate climax to the dinner party, things had somewhat calmed down. What was left of the wine had been drunk, and sleeping arrangements had been made, Sophie in the guest room, Kirsten with her mistress. It seemed apt for the first night, not to push things too far, and to give Sophie some space. After all, Sophie was bound to have a few questions of her own to ponder, such had been her almost immediate introduction to life at the cabin.

Sophie wasn't the only one with questions that needed answering though. In the confines of the master bedroom, conversations were to the fore.

"Mistress?" Kirsten asked.

"Please... this evening I insist... it is Claudia," came the reply.

"Yes, Mistress... I mean, Claudia," Kirsten responded, all the time considering quite how to compose the question on her mind.

"Claudia... can I ask you... tonight... why did you do that?" Kirsten asked.

"Do what, my darling?" Claudia replied. "The dinner... the change of outfit... the blindfold... the dildo... or was there something else on your mind?"

For a moment, Kirsten paused. It wasn't exactly the question that the young blonde was intending to ask, but deep inside she did want an answer to that one also; the question of who exactly had eaten her out. She glanced up at her mistress, expecting to see a wry smile or a knowing glint in Claudia's eye, something to give away what Kirsten thought she already knew. There was nothing.

"I mean... well... why did you do that to Sophie... you know, why did you set her up like that?" Kirsten replied.

"Who? Me?" Claudia exclaimed, trying to act the innocent.

"Yes," Kirsten replied. "You planned it, didn't you. You wanted her to fail and be punished. Was it to put an end to her idea of coming back to the cabin? Were you trying to put her off a repeat visit?"

"Oh, my darling... far from it," Claudia replied. "I mean, far from it in terms of wanting to put her off, but... yes... of course I planned it... every last bit..."

"But why, Claudia? Why?" Kirsten asked.

Claudia wrapped an arm around her young lover and pulled Kirsten in close.

"Imagine you were her," Claudia responded. "Imagine you were to head back from the cabin having had the most wonderful of times... you know... good company... good wine... good conversation... good sex... I think you get the gist..."

Kirsten nodded. Inside, she smiled, especially when the idea of good sex was mentioned. Oh yeah, she'd had the best sex ever in this cabin, followed very closely by a certain city apartment. Still though, still she didn't fully understand why her mistress had been so mean on the first evening.

Sensing the reservations in her young lover, Claudia continued with her explanation.

"Well, think about it... Sophie came here with one intention in her mind, that same intention I believe you had all that time ago. She wanted to learn, to discover, to understand more about herself, and more so about... well... about what she believed she was missing. I think you were the same, weren't you, Kirsten... wanting to understand... wanting to learn?" Claudia asked.

For a moment, Kirsten thought about the question. Eventually, Kirsten nodded. It was true. There were many lessons she had learned in her time at the cabin, and she could quite imagine Sophie wanting to learn some for herself. That said, it still seemed rather mean of her mistress to put Sophie in this position on the first visit.

"Now..." Claudia continued, "now... I bet she's already thinking about what happened, and what she learned... and I'll wager she's already got some answers, mind you, I'd wager she has many more questions to ask... metaphorically speaking. So... what do you think, Kirsten... what do you think she's learned? No... don't answer... let me tell you."

"The change of outfit... I guess I wanted a way to make the two of you feel... well... on the same level... and what better way than to take away all her riches. Practically naked, all that mattered was what was inside... the person, and not the possessions. Oh, and yeah... I nearly forgot... it takes some nerve to walk out in front of strangers, with nothing to spare your blushes, but I think you know that, Kirsten," Claudia explained.

Once more, Kirsten nodded.

"So, then there was the blindfold... that's a lesson in trust, and... well... she trusted you, and you led her safely to the table... it is an invaluable lesson," Claudia continued.

"And the dildo... yes, that was mean... but it was fun, wasn't it?" Claudia added.

"I guess so... but... well... why... why look to punish her, on the first time?" Kirsten asked.

"Ah... yes... well, I wasn't quite expecting you to step in and offer to take the punishment, so that wasn't planned well enough, you could say. I wanted her to understand exactly what she was getting herself into... the cabin... the life... the expectations," Claudia explained. "I guess I wanted to give her something to really think about, something which wasn't all fun and frolics... something which would have her questioning what it was she actually wanted, and asking herself if the cabin was that answer."

"Did I disappoint you? I mean... by stepping in... I didn't mean to," Kirsten responded, suddenly feeling a little guilty herself.

"Oh, Kirsten... it was so sweet of you... here I am setting up our guest for her comeuppance, and here you are saving her ass... literally!"

"What do you mean, literally?" Kirsten asked.

"Don't worry about that... you'll find out soon enough," Claudia teased. "But... did you disappoint... of course you didn't disappoint... if truth be known, I think it worked out better than I could imagine..."

"It did?" Kirsten asked.

"Oh yeah... Sophie learned some important lessons... you know... trust... obedience... restraint... but what's more, she'll walk away knowing you had her back..." Claudia replied. "Oh, and yeah... that was a nice touch, you know."

"What was?" Kirsten asked, not quite sure on where her mistress was going.

"Telling her to eat you out. I couldn't have planned it better. You put it so nicely, yet you made it so clear. My darling... I was proud of you," Claudia responded, pausing to place a soft kiss on Kirsten's forehead. "Proud of you, and proud of Sophie. You know, you were her first?"

"Her first?" Kirsten asked.

"Sure... she was so scared. She'd never been down on another woman before, and so didn't want to disappoint. And then... then... well you should have seen the excitement when she went down on you, Kirsten..."

Claudia paused as she realised just what she had said.

"Oh no... silly me... you couldn't see her, could you? But... I bet you could feel her, couldn't you, Kirsten? Did you feel the way she devoured your sweet little pussy?"

Kirsten closed her eyes and smiled. She had felt it alright, and devoured was a most apt description. As the feeling of her heavenly climax came rushing back, another feeling filled her mind, a gentler, more playful feeling.

"Claudia?" Kirsten asked.

"Yes, my darling," came the reply.

"Was it only Sophie?" Kirsten asked. "You know... was it only Sophie eating me out... or did you... did you help a little?"

"And what do you think, Kirsten?" Claudia asked.

For a moment, Kirsten paused.

"I think... I think you did... I think you were first... teasing... toying... playing with me... and Sophie... Sophie finished the job with aplomb," Kirsten answered.

"You know... when you kissed me... I wasn't sure at first, but it was like... like I could taste myself on your lips... tell me... tell me, Claudia that it was you," Kirsten continued.

This time Claudia did react, a smirk forming on her face, widening every second into a beaming smile.

"Well... you did ask if anyone had space for dessert, didn't you? And... I do love a little after dinner," Claudia replied. "What about you, my darling... do you love a little after dinner?"

This time the response came in actions rather than words. Kirsten shuffled up in her mistress' arms, leaned forward and brought her lips up to Claudia's. They kissed, a long lingering caress.

"I did... I loved it a lot... just like I love you a lot too, Claudia," Kirsten replied.

"Thank you, Mistress... I mean... Claudia," Kirsten added.

"Not at all... I should be the one saying thank you, my darling," Claudia replied. "Now, can I ask you a different question?"

Kirsten hesitated, not quite knowing what question was coming next.

"What about tomorrow?" Claudia asked. "What are you going to teach her tomorrow?"

This time, it was Kirsten's turn to smile.

"I was going to teach her exactly what you taught me," Kirsten replied. "You know... that first time... cuffed to the frame... pushed oh so close... then left... left..."

"Left with a decision to make?" Claudia chipped in.

"Yes... yes... what do you think, Claudia? I know Sophie wants to be cuffed to that frame and made to cum... she told me... actually, she almost demanded it of me... but what do you think if I leave her hanging on, just like you left me?"

"I think... I think... it would be perfect, Kirsten," Claudia replied, "but, if you don't mind me saying... I think you should add a little..."

What followed was whispered, for Kirsten's ears only.

"Mistress!" Kirsten exclaimed. "I couldn't... could I?"

To be continued