Ann Ch. 16

I had a strange dream that night. It must have been weird because I woke up at three o'clock, feeling very confused. I must have been dreaming of something sexual, because I was wet and horny. If this had happened three weeks before, I would have masturbated and slept again, but the presence of two other girls in the bed told me that I was not allowed to do that. Jenny was asleep between Rosie and me, so I could sneak out of bed without disturbing my girlfriends. I was thirsty and poured myself some cold water from the fridge. I drank half of it and returned to bed. I didn't need to pee, and wouldn't drink too much, as a visit to the toilet included waking my girlfriends up to get permission and assistance. I had been to the bathroom, but I just wanted to check on my stripes, and in the bathroom, I could turn on the light without disturbing my girlfriends. The stripes were fine; they had faded a bit, and the color wasn't red anymore, more like a bluish black. An exception was my punishment stripe over my breasts. It was visible and black. I wondered if it could be seen on Friday when we went to the Sister's Society.

On my way back to bed, I stepped on something. My toes caught a cylindrical object, and I bent to pick it up. Usually, we put things that are not needed in bed anymore on a chair nearby, but Jen had forgotten it during our treatment of Rosie and the aftercare. It was her strap-on, and I saw the reason why she came twice while she was fucking me. It had the straps to attach it around her waist and between her legs, and the rubber plate that held the dildo that had given me so much pleasure, had other things attached: There was a smaller dildo attached in a slightly upward angle on the inside, so Jen had her pussy filled too. And there was a small knob on it where her clit sat. Every time she had filled my pussy with rubber cock, her clit had been massaged. Even if I hadn't enjoyed her fucking me, I would have let her do it so she could get the pleasure herself. Some time I would let her know that anytime she felt for it, she could fuck me senseless. An obsolete thought, because she would probably do what she liked without asking, as she knew I didn't hate it.

I tiptoed to the kitchen and rinsed it in hot water. On my way to bed, I put it on the chest with the drawers that held their toys. I didn't want to put it in a drawer; I wouldn't know which one, and I didn't want to see what else they held. Call me weird, but I like surprises.

As I was about to slide under the sheets again, Rosie moved.

"Hmm?"

"I was thirsty."

I whispered. She replied:

"Me too."

"I have water here."

I went to her side of the bed with the glass, and she drank. There was room for me, so I lay next to her and cuddled. I felt her hand rub my pussy. Naughty girl!

"You are wet."

"I was dreaming about something. I can feel I have been penetrated. Not sore, but close to. Perhaps because it was my first time."

"Another first! Lucky you. Try to sleep some more."

She kissed me.

We enjoyed being cuddled up tight, and Rosie's breathing got steady as she fell asleep. I lay there for a while, thinking of how it would be at the Sister's Society, and how much I would dare in the Pride Parades, which we had discussed a few hours before. I was certain I would enjoy being dressed to impress, walking among other girls, but would I dare to do it? I decided to go with anything the girls suggested, forcing myself to embrace everything that made me tick. I could spend the next months preparing myself mentally for a walk down the street in a foreign city, wearing next to no clothes. I would probably be dressed more decently, but it would be better to be prepared for the extreme. And with that in mind and a smile on my face, I fell asleep again.

"We need to bake again this weekend."

I was looking in the freezer for buns for breakfast. My skin felt tingling, fresh, and clean. I had been the first out of bed when Jen's phone woke us up. I had made the shower ready for my girlfriends and me, and at the end of the shower, Jen had donned a pair of coarse mittens, and with a special lotion, she rubbed Rosie and me all over. It was a strange feeling being exfoliated, but it was fine and fresh afterward. Rosie did Jenny the same way, and we rinsed and toweled each other. Rosie and I rubbed Jen with lotion, and then we did each other. I had taken care of my pierced earlobes and added the serum to my eyelashes as Jen and Rosie discussed clothes in the office, and I began preparing our breakfast. Jen replied:

"I think we'll be vegging Saturday, we might bake then. Plus doing the laundry."

"Great. Any dinner plans for the weekend?"

"No, not yet. Any suggestions?"

"I wondered if it would be our turn to have the girls for dinner."

"We can ask them. I don't think anyone has plans the day after the Society."

"Any picky folks?"

"No, we eat what's being served - now."

Jen smiled at me, referring to our little intermezzo Saturday with the cauliflower she thought she hated. Rosie added:

"Ruth is on a low-fat diet. Nothing fancy, just trying to lose weight without too many fancy ideas."

"I know. We can have T-bone steaks. The fat brim is easy to cut off."

Jen's eyes widened:

"You know how to please a Mistress. That's my favorite dish."

"I know. If you are too rough on me on Friday at the Society, I'll cook spaghetti instead. With ketchup only."

"Don't joke about that. We've been there. I can write and ask in the group. Or do you want to do it yourself?"

"I can do it later today; I'll have to message more often. Being a loner means you don't have many friends to write to. Can I ask Ruth to help with the cooking? She wanted to know more about veggies."

"Yeah, sure. She and Sofia can come over earlier and help in the kitchen. They'd love that. We need chairs. We've got five, including the one in the bedroom."

"I have four in my apartment. I'll fetch two during the week."

"We go together. I think most of your apartment is here now."

Rosie squeezed my hand. I replied:

"Mostly kitchen stuff and some clothes. When we decide to buy a house, I'll move out on the spot. Might be better to save the rent, but for now I feel best having it at hand."

"Of course. We understand. And it is a good plan. We can box it up, perhaps Bitch has got room for a couple of boxes."

It was nice talking plans with the girls. Every time we did, I was assured that they wanted to include me in their lives, which made me so happy.

While Jenny brushed her teeth, I made some sandwiches for lunch and added a few peeled carrots for each of us. She hadn't questioned why we suddenly were eating so many carrots, but they were healthy and a nice snack in between.

Rosie and I saw Jen out the door and decided to leave for work earlier. There was no reason to linger at home for twenty minutes if Rosie could catch an earlier bus and I could get the office ready before Jeannette arrived.

On my way through the building to my office that morning, I passed a few coworkers. Usually, we just exchanged our 'good morning', but today it was expressed in a more personal way, accompanied by a genuine smile, as if I had grown another dimension overnight, which in a way was true. I got myself a cup of coffee and settled into my chair, preparing for the day. I took my lash serum from my pocket, and with the small mirror I'd gotten from the girls, I managed to paint a nice, wet stripe along my eyelashes on both eyes. That was the best result I had achieved yet. I had just put the serum and the mirror away when Jeannette arrived. She set her bag on her chair, came over to me, and bent down to hug me. Had I been prepared for it, I would have stood.

"Thanks, it is nice with a good-morning-hug, but if you are hitting on me, I am taken..."

She got the joke and smiled:

"Dang, and with no other women in the building to seduce, the entire day is wasted."

We laughed. I knew that she was so much in love with Tom, and though we hadn't talked much about sex, I was pretty sure that she wasn't into girls. Perhaps it would be a more common theme in our chats in the future, but it might be a good idea to keep it to ourselves. We had a respectful behavior in the building, and even the pin-up girls on old calendars were missing in the jock's break room. It was an unspoken rule that we just didn't do that. That reminded me of the quest of the day:

"I think I'll make a quick check on something in the stock. Rosie and Jenny suggested that I could prevent some rumors by showing up and acting like nothing had happened, giving them a chance to address it if they needed that."

"Good idea. You could have a look at the spools with welding wire. I had a complaint yesterday about some burrs in the hole, making it hard to fit."

"I'll see to it after my coffee. Did we send any out yesterday? I can stop them before they are shipped."

I opened the shipping lists. None were packed, but two packs would be picked before noon. I finished my coffee and went downstairs. Usually, an office girl would ask the jocks to see to that, but I like to have my hands dirty and they appreciated my help. As I opened the door, one of the guys greeted me:

"Hi Ann! We've heard the news that you are going steady. Congratulations. Lucky you."

"Thanks a lot, John. Finally, it was my turn."

He didn't even mention the same-sex issue. No stupid remarks. Gee, I loved this company. I told them about the problem.

"Could one of you give me a hand? We need to check every spool. Perhaps it is just one batch."

The youngest guy volunteered. We hadn't talked much, so I shook his hand:

"Thanks. I am Ann."

"I am Keith. Nice to meet you. Let me find a cart. It might be useful. Perhaps two for the weight."

How right he was. Big spools of iron thread are heavy, so we were in for a job, sorting through two pallets full. I wished I were wearing my work clothes, but I managed to avoid getting dirty. Keith took more than his part of the job. He had probably expected to do it all, but he didn't know me.

We found more than ten spools with problems, and I took a few pictures with my phone and sent them to Jeannette, asking her to inform the factory and the stores. With a caliper, I found that we had a tapered drill bit that could solve the problem, and in half an hour, we had fixed the problem and put almost all the spools back.

"Gee, you know how to fix things. Isn't that unusual for a bookkeeper?"

"Probably, but I was raised on a farm."

"Aah, then I understand. You know things, and you are brave."

"Brave?"

"Coming out like that."

He looked around to see if there was anyone near us, then he continued in a low voice:

"I wish I were as brave as you."

I also lowered my voice and tried to understand what I just heard.

"Brave like - you mean that you ...?"

He nodded, he was insecure, and looked down. I had to confess a thing to him:

"I am not the most skilled or experienced in this. I found it necessary to come out now as I wanted my girlfriends to come to that party, and after all, I am living with them. Are you seeing someone?"

He shook his head no.

"Are you frequenting ..." Now it was my turn to look around, "gay bars and such?"

Another no, this time with his eyes wide open as the thought scared him.

"No, I haven't met anyone yet. I am online only."

"Then there is no reason to come out now. I guess it might be harder for guys among guys in general, but I think you know when the time is right, when there is something important in your life. I have known it for about a year now, and it is hard to hide when you live with someone. If you need it, find me for a talk, I will support you the best I can, but perhaps I am not the most skilled. Most importantly, I won't tell anyone. As in anyone at all."

He smiled and looked less concerned.

"Thanks a lot. I don't expect you to solve my problems."

"Why address them as problems? It is out of the ordinary, yes, and perhaps unexpected news for your friends, but still, it is accepted in general, and perhaps you are thinking up problems that don't exist. Take it easy; be as you were before yesterday, and relax. Maybe you should Google 'Spotlight effect'. That helped me a lot."

"Thanks. I'll do that. It was nice to do this with you ... and talk."

"Likewise. Anytime, remember that."

"I will. Thanks again."

I wanted to hug him, but that wouldn't be a good idea. I went back to my office. Jeannette had handled our burr-problem with the manufacturer and made us a note to check up on the next couple of deliveries. She looked up when I sat.

"Any problems down there? Catcalls and such?"

"No, not at all. Some even wished me luck. No curious jocks, no jokes, no questions. And we have fixed the burrs. Keith helped me with a drill."

"Or did you help Keith with a drill? I know your skills."

"Well, sort of in between. Ooops, I have to send a message before I forget all about it."

Jeannette's phone rang, and while she talked, I sent a message in our group to Bitch, Bimbo, Sofia and Ruth about dinner Saturday.

During the day, I wrote with Jen about our shopping plans. We planned to meet in a mall on my way home, then go shopping from there, and I could ride my bike home afterwards. I stressed to Jen that she wasn't to buy me more things.

"But if I want to, Hon?"

"Not today, Mistress!" I wrote back.

I got a reply from Ruth that they would like to come. I asked them if they meant what they said about getting inspiration for cooking with more vegetables. If so, they would be welcome to come an hour or two earlier and help me cook.

"Really?? Yes, we'll be there. Thanks." She had added a handful of small hearts to her message.

Later, I received replies from both Bitch and Bimbo. They would also come for dinner. I counted on my fingers; we would be seven, and I had at least a dozen T-bone steaks from my parents in my freezer. They brought a big cooler filled with frozen meat when they visited me for my birthday. Dry ice is a wonderful invention. My freezer was filled to the brim with meat; I had even encountered problems finding space for the ice cream Jen and I ate on our second date.

The rest of the day was without any events out of the ordinary, except the greetings and hellos I received when I met people on my errands around the building. I intended to have my lunch sandwiches at my desk, but Jeannette persuaded me to follow her to the lunch room after she had been away a few minutes to get a to-go salad bowl in a store nearby.

"Don't be so unsocial. You are with partners now. the easiest way to prevent gossip is to be present. Then they can't talk about you."

"Point taken. But I need to charge my introversion batteries sometimes. I enjoy my mornings and afternoons alone on my bicycle, but sometimes I need more."

"Alright. But most days you need to go with us. OK?"

"Okay."

We sat, and I unwrapped my sandwiches and carrots. No training that day.

"Sandwichbag? Is it a new thing?"

"I make sandwiches for Jen and Rosie, so why not for myself too? We have talked about looking for a place of our own in the fall. Sandwiches are more convenient, and if we can save 6 or 8 bucks a day each, we'd have more for furniture and such. Jen and Rosie had planned a summer without going away on vacation, but I have persuaded them to follow me back home for two weeks. It will cost us some gas and nothing else. And we can be together all the time. I need to care for the animals, and they can relax."

"And if they want to help you?"

"They can always help with something, but they are city girls. They have never seen a cow, let alone a street without street lamps."

"I hope they can surprise you. I have always wanted a childhood like yours."

"Half an hour on a bicycle through a snowstorm to get to school?"

"Nothing comes for free. Didn't your parents drive you?"

"Once in a while. But certainly not every day. I didn't want them to."

"What animals do you have?"

"A bunch of cattle and some chickens. We don't have pigs anymore; we used to have a handful. There are some cats too. Our old dog died last year, and they don't want a new one yet."

"My parents said the same two years ago. A few months later, they had a new dog."

"When you are used to having them around. It's like a part of the family."

I went quiet. Mindfulness. I had a family now, somebody to get home to every day.

When we left the lunch room, most of the jocks from the stock came in. I had to react fast because John made ready for a high-five before he passed me, and the two last guys did the same. The last one was Keith. We made eye contact and smiled a subtle smile at each other.

"You've earned a star down there this morning?"

Jeannette punched her elbow in my ribs again.

"Apparently. Boss likes a flat hierarchy in the company. I guess I am his tool in this."

"Because you want it yourself. I have noticed how happy you are when you've got your hands dirty, so to speak."

"I like numbers. And I like tools. Here, I've got the best from both worlds."

"And the girls when you come home. You are one lucky woman."

"I cannot complain. I am happy."

The rest of the day went uneventfully. Closer to knock-off time, I got ready to leave on the minute; I had an appointment with Jenny in a mall. I wondered what she had in mind; we hadn't discussed in detail what I needed, and I was sure she had a secret agenda. I realized that I hadn't been out shopping with her yet. Our first week together was a bit busy, and I spent the next week mostly with Rosie.

Jen greeted me in the mall, and I came in for a hug. Without thinking of it, I kissed her. Not a fast peck on the cheek, a real one. I giggled:

"Until two weeks ago, I had seen you and Rosie kiss a few times, and I envied that you dared to do it in public. Now, I do it myself."

"Yes, when one thing becomes important, other things fade away. I am so proud of you."

"And I love you! You are the best."

"And you've even donned your scrunchie! It really suits you."

"It is not meant for bike helmets. I put it on five minutes ago."

We walked down an aisle in the mall, hand in hand. In a distant corner, Jenny led me into a small clothes shop. It was another league than the shop Sofia worked in. It did not have super expensive brands, but in general, more elegant and sexy designs. It appeared like Jen was a regular; the salesgirl knew her name and asked to Rosie. Jenny introduced me:

"Ann, this is Irene. Irene, this is Ann. She's living with us now."

Irene showed genuine happiness at the news. I reached out a hand for a handshake. She took it and pulled me in for a hug. Perhaps I should ask Jen to give a hint about how close friends she was with people: acquaintances, friends, or good friends. I didn't expect anyone to give kisses on first introduction, but again, it wouldn't surprise me.

"Feel free to browse the racks, Ann. I have a few ideas."

Jen knew what to find and where. Within a few minutes, she had collected four or five blouses or tops, hanging them on a hook next to the fitting rooms. Then she came to assist me in my search.

Most of the clothes were silk, satin, or similar materials. I couldn't see anything in cotton until I found a rack with long blouses in a very thin fabric. They were nice, soft, and semi-translucent. I held one up to my body, and Jen approved.

"Nice choice. What do you like? White, tan, or black?"

"Dunno. The white one will show my underwear to everyone. The black one will too, but perhaps not that much."

"Let's try both on."

We found a few other designs that both Jen and I liked. Jen was careful to hear my opinion before mentioning hers. Only once did she solely decide on a top, and when we finally tried everything in the fitting room, it didn't go on the hook for things to buy. I was right: my black bra was visible through the white blouse, and a little less through the black one. The latter went on the 'to buy' hook. We settled on a top with a deep plunge and a turtleneck with an open area on my upper chest, both in black satin, plus the black, translucent blouse. None of it was for decent use, and I wondered if it was meant for the Society or just for friends. I didn't care, as long as I felt sexy. I had broken a barrier inside me and had opened up to an unknown area for me to explore. I knew that I wouldn't dress that way at work, but I just wanted to be vibrant and sexy when I was out with my girlfriends.

"Oh, I had almost forgotten ..."

Jen left me and went to the back of the shop, and soon she returned with two skirts. At least, that was the text on the label on the flat, plastic-wrapped pieces of garment. Jen paid for it all with her credit card, saying I would pay for the shoes.

"Fine with me, but what if I want to buy things for YOU?"

"Being sexy for me is a gift itself. When you know what you like and what we like too, you can go shopping alone or with Rosie. It's next to impossible to find things that fit me and suit me. Besides that, I have almost everything I need already."

As we said our goodbyes, Irene asked us:

"See you Friday?"

I didn't know what to answer. Did she mean the Society or somewhere else, both of us, or just Jen?

"Sure. It is Ann's first evening."

Aah, the Society. I needed to remember her. There were so many new faces, and who would I meet again, and where?

"Oh, welcome, Ann. It's been a few months since our last bigeye."

"Thanks. Eeerrh, bigeye?"

"Sorry. It's our nickname for girls on their first evening there. Usually, they have big eyes, seeing things they hadn't even had in their fantasies."

"I'll do my best to look normal."

I smiled.

"No, act as you please. We find it cute. Seeing a lost soul relax and feel like they have found home at last, that's worth a fortune."

"Ann is new to all this, but don't get her wrong; she's a fast learner and kinkier than she's realized."

"I am?"

"Just wait and see. You've spent two weeks surprising us. The next couple of weeks, I think you'll surprise yourself."

Jen hugged me, and I also got a hug from Irene. I wondered if she was dominant or submissive. I hadn't noticed any signs of either. On the other hand, I didn't know I should look for it.

We left the shop, and I asked Jen if Irene was a Ma'am to me.

"Depends. She's a switch, so if she's wearing a collar, she's not. And don't Ma'am her in the shop among other customers. That's very important."

"Good to know, thanks. I had a similar situation with Sofia last week."

We reached the car and put our bags in the back seat. It was fun shopping with Jenny. She listened to me, got my opinion, and even asked for it sometimes, though there was no doubt that she had the final decision. Jen drove us to the store where I had bought my indoor sneakers. I tried several pairs and had a short run on a treadmill to see my pronation. I have never tried on so many shoes, but finally, we settled for a pair that met all demands. And the color? They had them in red or black, so black it was. I had feared a pair in all pink, but it wasn't my fate that day.

Jen added a couple of workout T-shirts, as I had just one. Another pair of black tights with a pink trim was not a surprise, and then I thought we were done, but no. She drove us further away, and we found a parking spot next to a small store selling footwear.

Well inside, and as the only customers, I found it similar to the clothes shop: No shoes out of the ordinary, fancy stuff everywhere.

"I want to step up a bit. You can easily handle a pair of shoes with heels an inch higher, but you might need some support. How about ankle boots?"

"Fine with me - I am used to boots back home. Work boots, that is."

"Oh, yeah. Why are they all wearing boots in the westerns?"

"For protection. Support too, but mostly protection. I have steel-capped toes because of the cows, and the shaft protects against thorns and snakes."

"Snakes? Like those with fangs?"

"Yes, but they don't like to be where the cows are, so they are not a problem."

We browsed the boots and found a few pairs we liked. I tried the first pair and was surprised that the heel was so high. I felt like I was standing on my toes and had trouble walking.

"Head up, straight back, chest out, and step on that line only."

The saleslady pointed to the line where two sections of the carpet met. I did my best and walked along.

"Stay on the line!"

Her tone of voice was like a command, so I couldn't help answering:

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good!"

After a few times through the shop in different footwear, Jenny pointed at the second pair:

"Try those again."

I did, and it was the best choice in my opinion. I could walk in them - a little unsteady, but practice makes perfect. Then Jenny handed me another pair. As I changed into them, I felt they were impossible to walk in. The heels were another inch higher, and I was wobbling along that frigging line in the carpet and had problems with my balance. My steps were uneven, and I had to pause a few times, getting hold of my balance. Those heels were too high, much too high. I finished the first tour and started on my second.

"Not bad for a first time. Now get back and try those again."

I donned the boots I liked for the third time, and this time, it went smoothly. I had just had a crash course in high heels. I bought the boots in black, and upon leaving, the saleslady smiled at me:

"See you Friday?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Both she and Jenny laughed.

"I am Winnie."

She reached her hand out. I took it.

"Nice to meet You, Ma'am. I am Ann."

"See ya. Have a nice day."

"Likewise."

Now we just had to shop for food, so Jen stopped at the mall so I could get my bicycle. We didn't need to buy much, so we would meet at home to see what Rosie was doing, and then we could walk to the supermarket.

Jenny should be there before me, but her car wasn't in the usual spot when I got home. I changed my helmet with the scrunchie and went up. Rosie was home and busy with her mouth full of pins. A woman I had seen at the gym stood in the middle of our living room in a long dress, holding it at the waist, and Rosie was busy putting pins in folds and making measurements. I just said hello and put my things away. I didn't undress, as we were going to leave soon anyway. As I returned to the living room, Rosie had finished and helped the woman undress, being careful with the pins.

"You are Alice? I am Ann."

I reached out my hand. She shook it.

"Yes, we met last week in the gym. There must be a lot of new faces for you these weeks."

"I remember you. Yes, there are a few. Quite a few."

"Just wait until Friday. There will be even more."

Aah, another Society Sister. That made my count three on one day.

"I just need to get through it. I hope that I can remember them all. At least I should after meeting them a few times. I hope I am not punished if I forget somebody."

"Or isn't it a wish to be punished if you forget a name?"

I couldn't miss the tone of voice, and that made me answer the best I could:

"That might be possible, Ma'am."

She laughed. I had expected a hug, but apparently, she wasn't a close friend.

Rosie's phone beeped.

"Will you be a hero to move the laundry to the dryer, Ann?"

Rosie was busy, and as Jenny hadn't arrived yet, I ran down the stairs to take care of our wet clothes. On my way up, I saw Jen closing the door to our downstairs neighbor.

"Hi Honey! I just did some shopping for her. Rosie is up there?"

"Yes, and Alice too. Couldn't we have shopped for her too?"

"It had to be with the car. It was heavy. I want to walk with you for our own stuff."

Jen often cherished the process as much or even more than the outcome. I could see her point. Doing things together is underrated. I think it is less important what you are doing, as long as you are doing it together with your loved ones. Even unpleasant things.

We went up and I got my backpack as Jen and Rosie did their hugging and kissing. On our way to the shop, I asked Jen if I could hold her bag. She slid it off her shoulder:

"Sure, but why?"

"I need to find out what kind of bag I need. Can I carry this together with my backpack?"

I put my arm through the handles and slid them on my shoulder. It was ok, but I wasn't used to holding a bag that way.

"You want a bag you can carry together with the backpack?"

"Yes, I need to find a solution, now that I am out of pockets."

As I see it, you can find a better bag than that army-style thing. It is practical, but not very feminine. I had feared that you were a butch type when I first saw you. It is okay for shopping and everyday use, and you could find a small crossbody bag for your keys and phone, perhaps a few other things too. Without a backpack, you might need a bag like mine. It works well when you've bought a few items. The small handbag you used on Friday is for a night out, and perhaps we should find you a clutch for your phone and lipstick only for parties. On second thought, you will not need anything, not even clothes, at most of the parties we will attend. Rosie usually keeps her things in my bag at the Society, so I think I'll take care of your stuff too.

"Like you could have done on our first date?"

She laughed.

"Yes, but no toothbrush again. You might need your phone at the Society. When you get new friends, you might need to share contact info."

"I have almost doubled my friend list already. At least the real friends. I have a few handfuls of friends from my hometown, but we do not talk very often. They have their things back home, and I live in the next state."

Jenny took her bag from my shoulder and my backpack too. Then I got her bag back.

"Get used to it this way. If we can shop together like this, or with the car, you can settle for the handbag at work."

"As You please, Mistress."

She smiled at me and we walked the rest of the way hand in hand, me carrying her bag and she carrying mine.

Shopping was soon over. We needed some chicken and stir-fry veggies. They had tenders in bulk, so we could freeze the rest. At the check-out, the cashier smiled at us. She had served both Jenny and me so many times.

"Now you are shopping together?"

"Yes, we are together now, Ann and I. Rosie is with us too."

"Oh, good. I was afraid that you had sacked her."

"No, that will never happen. We have been together the three of us for a couple of weeks now."

"I am glad to hear that. And Ann is cooking?"

"Yes, how can you tell?"

"You would never have shopped this stuff of your own, I think."

Jen laughed:

"How right you are. We really hit the jackpot with her."

Jen put her arm over my shoulders. The cashier smiled at me.

"Don't let them exploit you."

"No, I am the lucky one here. I didn't know I needed company that much."

I was wondering if she was with the Society too. I felt that I met them everywhere that day. Other customers came up behind us, so we finished after a short argument over who would pay. I won, and we said our goodbyes. Outside the shop, I asked Jenny:

"Was .. is she a sister too?"

"Sue? No, unless she's got some siblings. Not everyone I am talking to is in the Sister's Society. Let's get home before the veggies thaw."

She squeezed my hand.

"It doesn't matter. We'll cook them in an hour or so."

Hand in hand, we walked home, enjoying the sunny late afternoon. Jenny was carrying my backpack, and I struggled with her bag, which wanted to slide from my shoulder every ten steps. I finally found a way to hold it, using my elbow to keep it in place.

Back home, Rosie and Alice had finished for good. The dress hung over the back of a chair, still with needles in it, and some cut-off fabric was on the floor. Alice was buttoning her jeans, and Rosie asked her if she wanted another cup of coffee with us.

"No thanks. I've got to be somewhere in an hour, and I need to get home before that."

With a not-so-close hug to the three of us, she left. Rosie looked at her phone.

"Bimbo will be here in less than half an hour. Coffee?"

I went to make three cups while Jen showed Rosie what we'd bought. When I returned with three steaming mugs, I had to model all our findings for Rosie. Somehow, the skirts Jenny had bought were missing from the pile. There had to be a reason for that, and I neither asked nor mentioned it.

I told my girlfriends I had invited the other girls for Saturday, with Ruth and Sofia coming over earlier to help with the cooking. Jen liked that:

"That's good. We have nudged Ruth a year or two, and she has been dieting for a while now. It is kind of you to help them."

"I was in her shoes a year ago. Not with so much excess weight, but I am proud of the pounds I've got rid of. I know most of it was puppy fat, and it would've been gone soon, anyway. All I've done is buy a bicycle, skip some fattening ingredients, and eat more veggies. Oh yes, and have my cake day every week."

"Is cake healthy?"

"When you spoil yourself in between, you can endure more."

The doorbell sounded, and I went to buzz Bimbo in. The first thing she did when she came up the stairs was to kiss me. I was a bit passive, not knowing how far this would go, and she indicated with her hand on the back of my head that this could last more than a few seconds. I embraced her and showed that I appreciated her gesture. Hand in hand, we entered the apartment, and I went to get her a cup of coffee. She greeted the girls, and when I came in with her coffee, she had unpacked her bag. It was a pair of shoes. I wondered if Rosie had begun in the shoemaker's business, but when Rosie returned with her next sewing project from the office, it was a lot of pink satin, and as she hung it over the chair with Alice's dress, I could see it was a long skirt. Soon, Bimbo was modelling it for us, and it appeared that they just needed to determine the length of the skirt. It was meant to go with high heels, and Bimbo had donned the shoes she brought. I was envious; they were bright and shiny pink with a two-inch platform in front and a very high and thin heel. I asked how much difference there was from heel to toes.

"It resembles a six-inch heel. It is the highest I can wear steadily all evening. I am going for ballet boots, but there's a good part of training ahead."

I looked at Rosie. We had discussed that kind of footwear the previous week, and she didn't mention that one of our friends was training for it. She knew why I was looking and smiled at me while she shrugged her shoulders.

The fitting was over soon. Rose had marked where to sew and stated that the inner layers were easy to do afterward. And there were inner layers indeed. I guessed there were five or six layers, and they all held a lot of fabric. How much became visible as she laid the skirt out flat on the floor: It was an entire circle of satin, and with all the layers, it was a beautiful skirt with a lot of volume.

Without the skirt, Bimbo was a sight for the gods: The shoes made her long legs look longer, and her lean body with the big boobs reminded me of that Barbie-doll that I had gotten from an aunt. It was the only doll I've ever had, and it had been sitting on a shelf for a couple of years before I gave it to the kid sister of one of my classmates.

Bimbo had brought another pair of shoes I had to try on. I had never seen shoes like that: They looked like very narrow trainers with hard soles and a strange, rough surface that had seen better days.

"It's my old climbing shoes. They need to sit tight on the foot, but I found they are a bit on the short side. Try them on, please. If they fit, it is yours. If they aren't the best fit but usable, you can use them tomorrow, and until you decide you want to buy something better."

Ah, it was shoes for climbing. I tried them on, and they were very tight on the foot. If they were too long, I couldn't tell. Usually, I press a thumb down on the front of a shoe to determine where my big toe is, but these shoes were made of a hard shell with a friction surface, and therefore hard to measure that way. I walked around a bit in the apartment to ensure that they didn't hurt in any way, and I decided that they were good, at least for the next day. To be sure, I went to get the laundry in them, and they were still okay. I hugged Bimbo when I had put the now dry clothes in the bedroom.

"Thanks, I think they are fine. Let's see if I can climb at all."

"Sure, you can. It is not rocket science. You'll have to learn the technique and gain strength in some muscles you don't know you possess."

I was looking forward to getting there the next day. It might be fun, and the thought of being with the girls made me happy.

Bimbo looked at her phone:

"It is late, Bitch made dinner and she's coming for me in a few minutes. I gotta run."

She kissed and hugged us goodbye, and I felt her nice boobs against mine in the tight hug, we gave each other. As she went down the stairs, I turned to Rosie and gave her a similar hug, as she had been busy all afternoon. It was a hug as tight as the hug I got from Bimbo, but it was somehow better.

"If you need to sew, I can help Ann in the kitchen."

Jen kissed Rosie on her forehead, and she smiled back:

"Thanks, Mistress. I would appreciate that. I have an hour or so with the skirt, and about the same with Alice's dress. If I finish the skirt tonight, she could have it over tomorrow or Thursday. Alice can wait until Friday."

Rosie disappeared into the office, and Jen took care of the coffee mugs. As I entered the kitchen, Jenny pulled my sleeve:

"You are overdressed, slave girl."

"As You please, Mistress. And can I go peeing before we begin cooking?"

"Sure, just call when you need me."

"Thanks a lot, Mistress."

I leaned into her and kissed her on the cheek.

I liked how they handled things: Jen was the almighty Mistress, but she gave room for Rosie to do her sewing, and even went to help me in the kitchen. She could have insisted that we do our assigned tasks, but it would stress Rosie. A good Mistress sees to the well-being of her slaves. I went to the bedroom and shed my clothing. I had forgotten all about my pink toenails and enjoyed the sight. They reminded me of a few things: I was a sub girl with pink as my signature color, and besides my two girlfriends, Bimbo was a very close friend and admirer.

When we began in the kitchen, we put most of the chicken tenders in bags for the freezer, and I let Jenny slice the rest while I began frying the veggie mix in the pan. Jen used one of her own knives for the job and sent me a warm smile:

"I have never thought that our knives could be that good. Seems like I have forgotten a lot ..."

She faded out. I had learned to see the small signs, and in a few seconds, I had turned off the stove and stood hugging my Mistress. She hugged me back, and we stood for half a minute enjoying being close to each other. She ended the hug with a squeeze and a quiet 'Thank you'. I smiled back, and we continued our cooking like nothing had happened. I got an embarrassed smile from her when I opened three packs of pot noodles and threw away the small bags with oil and flavor.

"I'll never buy that shit again. I am so ashamed."

"Please, don't. Don't be ashamed, and don't buy any Pot Noodles. At least not by the dozens."

She smiled at me. I fried the sliced chicken and boiled some water for the noodles.

"If you set the table, Mistress, I will get hold of Rosie."

I went to the office. Rosie had closed the door. I wondered ... we were not allowed to open or close doors and locks, but it was probably when wearing a collar. I knocked on the door, and as Rosie answered, I announced that dinner was ready in five or ten minutes. Back in the kitchen, I asked Jen:

"The door and lock prohibition, was it when we are collared only?"

"Yes, and when you are naked too. Or with permission, like Sunday, you had guests. No point in having guests if you cannot let them in. You did right in knocking."

"Phew, one demerit saved."

She smiled at me:

"Didn't you like it - the punishment - after all?"

"Yes, Mistress, I certainly did. Please do it again someday."

"I certainly will. But you'll have to earn it."

I hadn't seen the demerits as a way to earn a punishment, but it made sense in a world where prize and price were so hard to tell apart.

During dinner, Rosie praised our cooking.

"You said this is pot noodles? It is better than a Chinese takeaway!"

"It is just a frozen veggie-mix, some chicken, noodles, Soy, and spices. The pot noodle noodles are the same as those in the big packs."

"And we have been eating shitty food for so long. Never again!"

I was a bit shy of the praising, but if they really hadn't learned cooking at home, no wonder they had a lot of takeaways and dining out. Jenny must have read my thoughts:

"We have been eating out a lot. I think we'll continue doing that. Tonight, I want you two wenches to eat me out!"

We laughed. Jenny was skilled in puns and lousy dad jokes.

After dinner, Rosie disappeared for her sewing, and Jen and I cleared the kitchen. It appeared to me that I was the only one naked, and I tried to persuade Jen to relax on the couch.

"You know that a Mistress does exactly as she pleases? And I want to help one of my two favorite slaves."

"I appreciate that. I love to do things together with you two; shopping or cleaning, it doesn't matter. Gotta be love."

"For my part, it is."

We had finished and ended up in a long hug in the kitchen. After a kiss, I whispered:

"I am so glad I pulled myself together to meet you that evening two weeks ago. I had never expected such an intense and wonderful relationship."

"When you knock on the door to the best, you get the best."

She smiled at me and continued:

"Rosie is perhaps happier than I, if possible. She has always wanted a sub sister to let her use her switch side."

"I don't think she has been dominating me much."

"Not the way that I do. She is more into details, and she's done a good job learning you some of the ropes. Just wait and see: Remember my analogy with the amusement park? Now she's got a kid sister to show around. Soon she'll push you over the fence to the water slide."

"The thought makes me wet already."

Jen smiled at me; I could do puns, too.

Rosie had finished her work for that day and came naked into the living room, where she found us lying on the couch, fondling and kissing. She took hold of the backrest and lowered it to make room for her. It was a perfect piece of furniture for an apartment with three lesbians, finding pleasure in each other whenever and wherever. I told them about my day at work, my anxiety about people's opinions, and how I had realized that there was acceptance and respect everywhere. I wondered if I should tell them about Keith, but I had promised him not to tell a living soul that he was gay, and I kept that promise, though I trusted Jen and Rosie with my life. I asked them about how things were at their workplaces. Rosie told me that they all knew about her being a lesbian, and only her closest colleagues knew more details about her being a submissive. Jenny was a bit more open at work, but gave no details to anyone, though most of them knew she was a Domme.

"Why should I? They don't tell me about how they fuck, so why should I?"

She was right. I wondered if I would ever share details with Jeannette, but that would mean I probably would come to know her details, which I didn't need.

After more cuddling, Jenny disentangled herself from the lot of arms and legs that held us together and left the room. She returned a few minutes later, naked and with an armful of black and red leather and shining chrome. As she dropped it all on the seat of her recliner, she ordered us to kneel on the floor in front of her. As we did, she said one word:

"Collaring."

I held my hair up, Rosie put her arms in the same position, and Jenny buckled our collars around our necks. As usual, she locked them with the small padlocks. We thanked her and sat patiently, waiting for her next orders. She got the small step stool from the office and attached a shiny chain to each eyebolt in the ceiling.

"Arms up!"

We reached up toward her, and she buckled leather restraints on our wrists. It was the ones she had used to attach us to the bed the previous Wednesday, where I, in my weakness, had taken the orgasm I had wanted Rosie to have. I decided that whatever would happen that evening, I wouldn't give in.

Jenny ordered us to our feet, and as we stood under the chains in front of each other, she clipped our restraints to the chains at shoulder height. Rosie's left hand was attached to the same carabiner as my right hand, and vice versa. As Jenny left the room, I asked Rosie if our hands weren't supposed to be attached higher on the chains.

"You could do that, but it is better this way. If your nose itches, you can do something about it yourself instead of calling the safeword to get your nose rubbed. And think of blood circulation too: If your hands are stretched up high, the blood will leave your hands eventually, making them a bit numb and tingling. Then you don't think about sex anymore; all your concerns are that your hands are about to turn black and fall off."

That wasn't a thing you could learn from the pictures on the internet. It made so much sense to keep the hands on the level of the heart. Again, I felt myself taken care of and protected.

Rosie rubbed her naked body against mine and kissed me. It was so sexy being restrained to my sub sister, and all we could do was to kiss. As Rosie pressed her knee in between my legs, I realized that there were other things we could do too, and soon we were rubbing our pussies against each other's thigh. If things weren't forbidden, they had to be legal.

Jenny returned with even more stuff, and the first thing she did was to tie a scarf over our eyes, effectively blindfolding us. Then I felt her buckling restraints on my legs above the ankles. She clipped them together with a carabiner, and when Rosie had gotten the same treatment, rubbing our pussies was over. I couldn't lift my leg enough and get it between Rosie's thighs. We could still kiss, and we did that to the nines. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a flogger hitting a body, and I felt Rosie's body jerk toward me in surprise.

"Thank You, Mistress. Am I supposed to count?"

"No, you just enjoy, both of you. And if you don't, I'll enjoy it for the three of us."

The flogger sounded again, but this time it hit my ass. I gave a jerk, but it didn't really hurt. I reckoned it was the light flogger; Jenny used it to give me the warm-up last week.

"Thank You, Mistress."

"Just shut up and enjoy."

I wanted to thank her, but had been told to shut up. A remark like that would probably earn me a demerit, but I wouldn't break the spell Jenny was about to create. Another crack, this time Rosie got it. And then one for me. I sensed Jenny walking around us, letting blows fall on our asses from both sides. Sometimes, either Rosie or I got two blows in a row, making it hard to prepare for the next blow, as you didn't know who would get it. That aspect alone made me feel vulnerable and helpless, not knowing when it would be my turn or experience a blow when it was not expected. Sometimes, Jen hit us on the back of our thighs or up the back, so it was a surprise when and where I was hit. The rhythm was steady, and suddenly it was increasing to a continuous shower of blows hitting us in unpredictable places. The kisses Rosie and I were exchanging turned gradually into a moan or two until we constantly moaned into each other's mouths. The time stood still; all I could think of was the blows on my backside and the warm body of Rosie's that was pressed against my front. And even that turned into a fog in my brain, a fog that was connected directly to my clitoris and the wet pussy next to it.

I was a mess. I was moaning and drooling, and I could feel my pussy juices seeping out on my thighs. I had opened my mouth when I kissed Rosie, and now I didn't have the presence of mind to close it again. I was so aroused, and the fact that I was a mess because of it, made me even hornier. The blows hit us constantly now; there was no pause in between. I had bent a bit in my knees to be able to stick my butt out, inviting Jen to hit it more. Somewhere in the back of my head, I heard Jen's voice from before: 'I want you two wenches to eat me out.' Apart from being flogged, there was nothing I wanted more than that.

Jen paused her whipping. Not for long, just three or four blows missing in the rhythm. Then she began again. It felt different. Not much harder, but there was another bite in it. A little difference that told me she had changed whip. If she hadn't had the pause, I probably wouldn't have noticed it at all, as my skin felt a weird kind of numb. And then suddenly it felt like hell broke loose. The whipping went double speed, revealing that Jen had a whip in each hand! She didn't hit one of us at a time; she walked around us letting the blows hit our backs, our shoulders, our thighs, everywhere. Rosie and I had pulled our hands in between us; not much to protect them from the whipping, because it wasn't that hard, but more to let the blows run smoothly over our bodies. I realized that I was moaning loudly, and Rosie was as well. It was like being hosed down, just with whips. I don't know how long she whipped us, but finally, Jen slowed down and stopped. I felt her presence near us, pressing her naked body into ours, and she put her face close to ours, receiving so many kisses that her face must have turned quite wet from the fact that at least I was soaked with saliva from my nose to my collar. I saw later that Rosie was in the same condition.

"Thanks, Mistress."

"Thank You, Mistress."

Two polite slave girls showed they were well-trained and thankful for the spanking. Jen caressed our heads, loosened the scarves, and let them fall. I blinked against the light and saw Rosie's red face in front of me. I was probably red-faced too, blushing with lust and short-breathed as never before. We kissed Jenny again, and she knelt to disconnect the restraints between our feet.

"Spread your feet, step a bit back, gain your balance."

We stopped leaning against each other, and I managed to stand on my own two feet, supported by the chains to my wrists. Jen unclipped me and held my hands until I could stand steadily. My skin tingled all over my back, my sides, and the back of my legs. Jen led me to the couch and didn't leave me before I sat. The sheet covering the couch was serving its purpose for sure; I was wet and almost dripping. Then Jen took care of Rosie in the same way. I was a bit dizzy from lust and too much oxygen from my heavy breathing. As Jenny followed Rosie over at my side on the coach, I knelt before Jen, slung my arms around her thighs, and gave her a big kiss on the spot where Rosie and I shaved her pubic hair off every second day. I felt her hands on my head, running her fingers through my hair. My scrunchie had moved and sat halfway down my hair. I must have looked like a mess, but that's how sex works.

I felt Rosie's presence, and sensed her kneeling similarly behind Jenny, kissing her butt. I let my hands slide over Rosie's arms and shoulders. She reciprocated the gesture, and we were almost fusing into one unit, held together with love and horniness.

Jen spread her legs, and we could reach her holes now. I sucked her clit and I guess Rosie was busy rimming her rear hole. Soon, Jenny was letting out some loud and deep sighs, and she decided to let the game go up a level.

"This is wonderful, my slaves. Go into the bedroom, and lie on the bed; I'll be with you in a minute. Off you go, on all four."

We crawled to the bedroom, and as no further instructions were said, we cuddled up together on the bed, kissing and hugging. On the way I had watched Rosie's hot ass in front of me, and hot it was indeed. The color was fiery red, due to the flogging. My skin had to be a similar red; it was still tingling. It was not hurting in any way, but it was like the sensation from the skin peeling that morning, just ten times as intense. I felt every touch as an electric discharge in a very pleasant way. Between our kisses and moaning, I managed to form a sentence:

"I had never expected a whipping to be so erotic and without any pain."

"Imagine a spectrum with sheer denial at one end, sex with so much pleasure in the middle, and severe pain with serious screaming at the other end. That is our universe, and you will enjoy every inch of it. Welcome to heaven!"

I was about to find an answer as poetic as possible, but Jen came into the room and we split apart to let her in between us. Her skin was hot and damp.

"Hey girls! It is a hard job to whip for half an hour. Now get busy pleasing your Mistress."

We kissed her face again and continued kissing her all over. When skin was accessible, it got kissed, and as she moved onto her back, more skin was kissed. We frolicked on her nipples and gave light bites all over her breasts, which wasn't a large area. I imagined doing the same to Rosie; it would take much longer time to do it all over, but though Jen's breasts weren't big, they were sensitive and our actions made her moan and writhe her body. Rosie and I fought over Jen's pussy; we both wanted to go there, and soon we took turns doing it. Eventually, I let Rosie do her best and went to Jen's feet to lick and caress them.

Like last time I gave her a foot job, I tried to get as much of a foot into my mouth, and I let my tongue caress every toe from one end to the other. I had almost finished treating each foot twice when she came. And Jenny's orgasms were seldom quiet.

I was still high from the whipping, and wet too. I hadn't lost any lust through my efforts to please our Mistress, and after Jen's orgasm, we had a little fight about who was to please who. With six legs and six arms fighting for room, I ended up on my back while Jen sat on my face with her pussy over my mouth and her face toward my feet. She knelt and kissed my mons, and when her pussy disappeared from my mouth, I felt Rosie slide a hand under my head and lift me so I could reach that lovely bald and wet pussy again. I felt a pillow being pushed under my head, and again, I was impressed by how alert and considerate Rosie was.

I could reach Jen's nipples with my hands, and I rolled them between my fingers. I felt her tongue on my pussy and especially on my clit, but I had decided that I wanted to be the last girl to cum. I could hear Rosie's breathing; it was ragged as Jen's and mine. Rosie had her head close to mine as she had begun tonguing Jen's rear hole. It was very central in my view; it was a fantastic sight, seeing the red tip of her tongue disappear into the narrow opening. That sight was blocked by Rosie's hand inching its way into Jen's pussy, and soon Jen had her pussy fingerfucked in addition to our tongues on her clit and in her ass. She didn't last long this time, and soon I felt her suck my labia in between her teeth and give them a cautious bite while she screamed her second orgasm out.

"Please, no more. Girls. Awww, geee."

Jen leaned forwards and as Rosie' fingers left her pussy, we licked them clean in turns, one by one. Then we kissed until Jen commanded us to get up on hands and knees, facing the same direction. Our Mistress positioned herself behind us and began fondling our pussies. I felt her fingers intrude me, and soon, I was filled to the brim with fingers fucking me. I turned my head to Rosie and kissed her. Again, we were positioned with our faces next to each other's, but this time we weren't whipped; we got fingerfucked beyond belief. I forgot about my promise to myself about not cumming, and between my moans, I managed to ask Jen for permission to cum.

"Not now. But when Rosie cums, you cam cum too."

"Thanks, Mistress."

That was not good. Rosie was the perfect slave, able to hold her orgasm back for eternity. I thought about the talk Jen and I had about Rosie topping me. Here, she could act as the perfect slave and still top me by not letting me cum. I tried to hold it back, tried everything, and was about to concentrate my mind on the thought of being naked in immense amounts of cold snow, when I sensed Rosie's labored breathing change.

"Cum, Ann, cum with me!"

And as Rosie let out a long, whimpering howl, I let go. I lost all control over my body, and my orgasm washed in over me. I jerked and spasmed, and made strange and unintelligible sounds as I came. And I came and came; all that lust and energy, piled up inside me, kept the fire burning. Eventually, I had burned out and lay there on my knees, gasping for air. I guess Rosie was in a similar state, and we did not move until Jen gave our butts a final kiss: I heard the smacking sound of a kiss, and then the same sound when Jen gave my rear hole a good kiss. I stretched my legs, turned over, and sat up to kiss my Mistress in return. She sat with a towel in her hands, clearly with a wet spot.

"Mistress, did I really... oh, I am so embarrassed."

"Don't be. I still find it cute, and I see it as proof of good craftsmanship."

She kissed me and turned towards Rosie, who surfaced next to me. We ended up lying next to each other, the three of us, having our aftercare all together: Comforting sounds, talking sweet nothings, and praising each other. Jen asked me how I found the whipping.

"It was beyond my imagination. I had never thought that I would be turned on so much. And experiencing it together was superb. Having a horny sub sister next to me is the best."

Rosie kissed me.

"Why do you think I wanted a sub sister? Jen, how do you feel about having two subs?"

"I like a sub enjoying what I am doing to her. But having two subs enjoying it and keeping the steam up by kissing each other is a vision for the gods. I am the luckiest girl on Earth."

We hugged a lot more before it was time to sleep.