Ann Ch. 18

"Wake up, Ann. We have overslept!"

I sat up in bed, confused.

"It is not that late, no problems, but we don't have too much time."

I rubbed my eyes and turned my head to see the digits on the bedside clock. It was 20 minutes later than usual, so I jumped out of bed and got in the way of Jen, who was sorting the clothes for the day. I saw she had remembered that I wanted to wear my black company clothes.

"Have we got time for a shower?"

"A short one. Begin with Rosie, I'll be there in a minute."

We did that, and were ready to scrub Jen when she came into the shower. We omitted some of the social and erotic aspects and got ready for breakfast.

"If traffic is kind today, I'll be there just in time. You two can dress and leave as usual."

We helped Jenny get out of the door in time. I had prepared tuna salad the day before, so it was no problem making sandwiches in a hurry. I even had time to peel four carrots for each of us.

We kissed Jenny goodbye and went to dress. As the girls had predicted after our climbing yesterday, I could feel muscles I didn't know I had, and I was glad that most of the pain was prevented by the massage the day before. Rosie and I dressed and left for work. According to our habit, we kissed goodbye outside the front door, and I drove off on my bicycle while Rosie walked to the bus stop.

I felt a strange and unfamiliar sensation on my ride to work. I could feel that my arms and torso had been used in a new way, but something felt different; I couldn't put my finger on what it was. I arrived at work a few minutes early, which was good because Jeannette would be in late that day.

I put my bag on my table and hung my windbreaker before I went to get my first cup of coffee. On my way down the corridor, I met a few colleagues heading for coffee too, including our boss. I greeted them with a good morning as always. My boss replied as usual, but had a weird expression on his face. As I turned around with my coffee, heading back to my office, he addressed me:

"Erh, Ann - when you have finished your coffee, can you come to my office if you've got time for it? I know that Jeannette is late in today, and I promise I will let you go before the phones are opened."

"Sure, I'll be there in a few minutes."

I wondered what it was all about. He sounded uneasy, and he wouldn't say it that way if it were something related to the preparation for the party. I got my PC running and made everything ready for the day, including a to-do list for the day and a list for my visit to Matt's store. Then I went to the boss's office, curious as hell. That funny feeling I had had all morning - was it something I had forgotten?

His door stood ajar as usual. I knocked and entered.

"Nice you could see me. Please close the door."

Was this good or bad? I swallowed a few times. He sat behind his desk and told me to sit too.

"I don't know how to put this. It isn't bad news; we appreciate that you are coaching Matt, and he is praising you. Your choice of dress code when you visit our stores is perfect, but..."

He paused and took a deep breath. Then he continued:

"I think I'll just say it from my heart. Don't get me wrong; there are no hard feelings. But what the heck have you done to that shirt?"

"My shirt? Nothing."

I let my hands slide down the front, and yes, something was different. It used to be on the baggy side with plenty of room. Now it sat almost tight on my stomach, with seams in the right places and giving room to my bosom in a way that gave me an interesting profile. It sat exactly as the red satin blouse Rosie had altered for me over the weekend, perhaps even better.

"Dang, I felt something was different this morning, but I couldn't find out what it was. I think we can blame Rosie, my girlfriend. She is a seamstress and she has altered a blouse for me this weekend. Sometimes she acts before she thinks. I am sorry, I can ask her if she can change it back."

"Nono, that's not the problem. It looks good, but what am I to say when Jeannette wants one too? And when the rumor goes to the stores? There are women there too. We cannot afford to have tailored shirts for them all."

"Can't we tell the truth, that I had it done on my own, and they are welcome to do it themselves."

"Perhaps, but where will it end? Cropped shirts with a knot above the navel? The four top buttons missing?"

"I am so sorry, it was a surprise for me too."

With my face buried in my hands, I debated whether vanishing into thin air was physically possible. I wanted to go back home and change into my other shirt. It was in my old apartment and should be out of reach from Rosie.

"I know how you feel, and it is not your fault. I am looking forward to meeting your girlfriends at the party. Never mind the shirt."

"I think I know the right punishment for Rosie. If Jeannette wants a shirt like this, Rosie has to do it for free. I wouldn't worry about the other stores - I'm there once a year or two, and I'll use my other shirt - Rosie hasn't got access to that. Sorry for the inconvenience, but my biggest concern right now is to keep Rosie from altering my trousers into a skirt."

He laughed. It felt weird to use the word punishment. It had a completely different meaning to me now.

"Let's settle it there. Tell Rosie that you were almost fired for it, which isn't true, and let's see where it ends. You gotta be prepared for a few comments on that shirt today. Don't get me wrong, you know that I have always demanded proper behavior here with no sexism, but you are quite a sight. I know you've been hiding in your baggy clothes until now, and I guess it is because you didn't want attention, right?"

I nodded.

"Everyone knows you are taken now, so that kind of attention will not be a problem. Soon we will get used to your new style of dressing, and after the party, we will know your girlfriend, well, your girlfriends. Sorry, but it is unfamiliar to me. I don't expect people to be rude, but if someone is, let me know. I support you 100 percent."

He looked at his wristwatch.

"And I won't keep you here any longer. Duty calls."

I wanted to hug him out of gratitude, but that wouldn't be appropriate, so I thanked him and held out my hand. He took it and, with a firm handshake and eye contact, we parted as friends. Good friends. On my way to my office, I now knew what that awkward feeling was, that feeling of something being different I had had all morning. I passed the restroom and went in to watch my image in the mirror. If this had been three weeks before, I would have shat my pants: I looked really sexy, and could easily have been posing on the cover of one of those workshop calendars with the tool-babes. I held my hair up like the scrunchie would do, and that made me even sexier. I let my hair down again, that was too much. When I came back to my desk, the first thing I did was to text the girls:

"You got me in a pinch there, Rosie. My boss was furious, and now I have to spend the rest of the day as a pin-up girl. And I need to go to Matt this afternoon! Jen, did you know about this?"

Rosie answered immediately:

"I couldn't help it, sweetheart. You looked so good in the red one, and that black one is perfect."

"My boss called me into his office to hear what the heck was going on. He's fine with it, but cannot afford tailored shirts for everyone. If Jeannette complains, you have a job there. You owe me one."

"Alright, I am guilty. Sorry. Will do that. What else did he say?"

"That I was gorgeous in it, but he is very polite. It was difficult for him to say it."

Then Jeannette came in. I put my phone down and greeted her with a good morning. She put her bag on the chair and went around the desk to hug me. I have found that I hate hugging a standing person when I sit, so I stood, and she stopped one step away.

"Wow! Something happened to your blouse! Wait until Bernard sees it."

"He has seen it already. I think he has mixed feelings. He is worried, mostly on my behalf. Rosie has changed it. I didn't know it and was too busy this morning to notice it."

"If you hear catcalls, you've asked for them. Anyway, good morning!"

I got my hug, and we sat, planning the day. Luckily, the phones rang sparsely. I could mentally prepare myself for the rest of the day in that shirt. I could keep my windbreaker on when I was with Matt so I wouldn't show my assets there. Jeannette would be with me at lunch for moral support. Later, I had time to look at my phone. I had two messages, one from Rosie and another from Jen:

"I am sorry again. Have you looked in your backpack? Your other shirt is there, and I haven't touched it. I borrowed your extra keys the other day, you were shopping, and stole it from your closet, just in case."

And the one from Jen:

"Rosie, for fuck's sake! Be a responsible woman at least once in a while. Ann, can I help in any way - oh, saw Rosie's update. Never mind. But you owe her one, Rosie. And you've earned a caning."

I sighed. Jeannette looked up.

"Rosie gave me my other shirt in my bag. I can change, and everything is ok."

"No, you can't. The news is out. People will wonder why you suddenly have an ok shirt. Some will ask. You need to carry this through. Change before you leave for Matt, but not before."

She was right. What would my boss think? I sighed again. It had been complete turmoil this morning. I needed a break, and Jeannette promised to take the calls. Mentally, I cut my peripheral communication and sat still for a few minutes with my eyes closed, trying to recharge my batteries. When I emerged from my temporary hibernation, I took my phone and saw an unread message from someone I didn't know. It had arrived late evening, and it was from some Mary Louise. I was curious and opened it:

"Hi Ann. You are the best! We have just left your apartment to be home before curfew; it is fantastic! I hope you don't mind me mentioning it, but we had time to try the bed. We plan to be there directly from school on Friday and have some takeaway later. We have an essay to turn in on Monday, so we'll stay at least until noon on Saturday. Best wishes to our new best friend. Sarah and Louise."

There were a bunch of emojis, including kisses, hearts, and such. I was glad again and found I had a bright smile on my face. Jeannette looked at me.

"Oh, I am fine now. I just got a bunch of positive vibes."

Could I tell Jeannette? Would she understand? I decided to do it.

"Jen and Rosie know a young couple. They cannot come out at home, and they have trouble finding a quiet place to do their homework, too. Until now, they have borrowed a key from time to time, using Jen's apartment on nights we are out. I gave them a key to my apartment yesterday and added a few rules. I want them to pass exams and enjoy themselves. I'll keep my apartment for a few more months, just in case. Now it can come in useful."

"Good idea. And that thing with the girls: You are a good person. I feel that Jenny and Rosie are considerate and caring people. You are much like them. I can't wait to meet them. There are already people here in the house asking me if I know them. I saw them that rainy morning, that's all."

"Dinner soon? I have dinner with all our friends on Saturday, and I don't know our plans for next week. I'll ask Jen."

"No need to hurry. I can meet them at the party. It's just a couple of weeks."

"To be honest, we are busy. Jen and Rosie have a habit of doing a lot of leisure activities. This weekend we were at the gym, we went swimming, and they were running. Yesterday we were out of town, climbing on a wall. Party this Friday, and I'll be cooking Saturday for seven girls. We watch movies too, and..."

I was about to tell her about our social behavior, but stopped in time. Jeannette laughed.

To my luck, my phone rang.

Until noon, I was busy, and when Jeannette and I entered the lunch room, everyone went silent. It was really awkward. I didn't think anyone meant to be that evil, but everyone expected someone else to break the silence. After perhaps ten seconds, John from the stock said out loud:

"It seems somebody should pitch the pickle. I guess I speak for us all: I like your new style, Ann, and we know someone has pulled a trick on you. It takes some time to get used to our new Ann. Please, forgive us."

"I do. Forgive you, I mean. I am planning a revenge. You know, don't get mad, get even!"

People laughed, and that evil spell was broken. On his way out later, John stopped at my seat, bending over so he could speak to me in confidence:

'Excuse my bad French, but that shirt is great. How much does she charge for a fitting? I could use a private shirt or two altered a bit."

"I don't know. As far as I know, she is mostly doing favors for friends, and I don't know if she can give a discount at her work."

"I don't want a discount. I have just realized that I should have had it done a long time ago. She seems capable."

"I'll ask her later."

He thanked and left. I could see why he asked: He was a bodybuilder of a kind, perhaps not in the competition league, but he had a great triangular torso and narrow hips. Though I was a lesbian, I could see he was a hunk. A shirt more fitted than the present logo wear would suit him well.

Later, I prepared for my last session with Matt. There wasn't much to prepare, and after changing into my other shirt (and leaving the restroom with my windbreaker on), I got my bike and was on my way.

Matt had prepared what he should, and everything was ok. He had a few questions, and soon we were done.

"I have another question for you. It's in the back, come here."

I followed him and we ended up in front of a tool cabinet.

"This one is taking place up. I am told it is from a campaign a few years ago. I have thought of using it in a display in the shop, but it has had an intermezzo with a forklift. What do I do with it?"

"Some of the other stores have used it for other purposes. We don't want it back - haven't you got one of the boys needing it in his shed at home?"

"In fact, I have asked them in advance, but no."

"Got a customer you can give it to?"

"No, it is scratched and dented. I'll scrap it, though it might be useful."

"I know someone. A friend of mine has got herself a new TIG welder. She's got her tools for stainless work in a heap right now. Sooner or later, she might get it mixed up with her ordinary tools."

"If she wants it, she can pick it up. It is bad shit if you mix up your files when doing stainless."

I called Bitch and explained the situation. She was about to finish for the day and would be there perhaps twenty minutes later. Matt offered me a cup of coffee in his office, and he closed the door behind us.

"A woman with a new TIG welder? We haven't got many women in this field. How do you know Bitch?"

I think I went pale. I felt dizzy and sat. I thought about giving a white lie, but that might be a bad idea. Stick to the truth, Ann. At least most of the truth.

"We have mutual friends."

That wasn't a lie.

"Oh, I have known Bitch pretty well for years. Eight years, I think. I should have thought of her. Who are your friends?'

"I have known Jenny the longest."

"Oh, yeah. Jen. They say that she and Rosie have gotten a girlfriend now. A real hottie named..."

He paused and looked down at his desk. He turned the papers we had finished, and there on the backside was my signature: Ann Jones! Matt continued:

"Named... Ann?"

He looked at me. I hid my face in my hands. This was not pleasant!

"Hey, Miss Jones! Relax, it is OK! You are safe here. Listen to me. Do you know where Bitch is a bouncer once a month?"

I nodded. How in hell did he know about the Sister's Society?

"I am the bouncer for The Guys! Don't tell anyone here, we don't need that at the moment."

I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hands. Then I looked at Matt. He looked concerned. He continued talking to calm me.

"Do you know why I call you Miss Jones? From the beginning, I felt that you wanted people at an arm's length. I heard some comments from the boys here, and wanted to chalk up a distance to you, a respect, and a hint that you are unobtainable. It seemed to work, comments commenced, and they see you as the help that I need, and they are not to interfere with that."

"Thanks. Your boys have always treated me nicely. Thanks. You have known Bitch for a long time?"

"Yes, we have served together. Not the same unit, but we found a friend in each other. Sometimes gaydars work strangely. Everyone liked Bitch. They knew she had their back, and she never failed. I would trust her with my life, and that was exactly what it was about. On a patrol, she could be a real bitch, they said. I have never been out there, just shelled what they didn't want to exist. One day, they were ambushed, and the news that she was hit spread like a fire. We were all there when the chopper brought her in. I helped running her to the table. Man, she was angry. She had trouble breathing, so she didn't yell much, but she waved her fists like hell. Looked funny with that lollipop."

"Lollipop?"

"Before, they gave the wounded a shot or two with morphine, just to be sure they got enough. Often it was too much, which gave other problems. Now we use a lollipop with fentanyl. When you have had enough, you take the lollipop out of your mouth, and when you begin to feel pain, you put it back in. To prevent you from dropping it, we tape it to your index finger."

I smiled. I could imagine a wounded soldier with a lollipop. But this was my good friend Bitch we were talking about.

"I saw her scars. Poor her."

"She was shipped out the next day. Never came back. I helped pack her stuff and added my contact info. We kept in touch, and last year I got tired of uniforms and ended up here."

My phone beeped. Bitch wrote that she was two minutes away. I finished my coffee, and we went to the back door. Bitch had arrived in her flatbed truck and bumped fists with Matt.

"Yo, Sarge. Ann told me you had a beaten-up tool locker?"

"We thought that your stainless tools should have their own home. If not, you are suddenly not working stainless anymore."

"Yes, I had considered spraying it a weird color. I think I'll do it anyway. Thanks a lot. I owe you."

"Not at all. You were stand-in last month."

"As Jen always says: Love and friendships ain't a game of tennis; you don't keep scores."

"Ok, you need help to load it on the truck?"

"No thanks, if Ann can help, we are fine."

"But it is heavy."

"And she is Ann."

Matt held the door, and we carried the locker out to the truck. Bitch secured it with some rope she had under her seat. Matt was impressed:

"You are full of surprises, Miss Jones."

I smiled at him. I was still shy, but also a bit proud. I really liked Matt, and now I knew that, although he was a guy, he might end up being a close friend.

"Can we put your bike on the truck? You can have a ride some of the way."

Bitch looked at me.

"Oh, thanks. Yes, I think we are done here for today."

I got my stuff from Matts office and Bitch had put my bicycle on the truck when I returned. We bumped fists with Matt and drove off. Unlike my habit, I tried to start a conversation:

"I didn't know that you knew Matt."

"I've known him for years. Became really good friends in the Stan. He's a good guy. His squad liked him. I just had to leave all of a sudden."

"Yes, Matt told me."

Then Bitch went quiet and focused on the traffic. Or at least pretended to. No problem, we were almost at her place. Bimbo was in the salon, so we unloaded the cabinet and put it on her welding table.

"I'll fix some wheels for it later. Thanks again. I appreciate that."

"It was from an old marketing campaign. We haven't got the tools shown on the stickers anymore. Well, we have, but they are a different color now."

"Wanna cup of joe? A beer?"

"Just coffee, thanks. I am not fond of beer before the day is over. Makes me drowsy."

We went upstairs and Bitch started the coffee maker.

"It is not the fancy one, Jen says you've got."

"To be honest, sometimes I miss a cup of good old-fashioned coffee. I am not into those advanced combinations of coffee and milk in any state. Call me old school, but that's not my thing."

"Me neither. I think Bimbo and Rosie are much alike, with their latte-whatevers."

"Rosie just loves my coffeemaker. She has tried every kind of coffee drink from it, and she's still doing experiments."

Bitch poured us two mugs of coffee, and we sat in the couch. Then Bitch asked:

"Talking about girlfriends: Would you three like to come over for a cup tonight? I've got something to show you."

"I'll ask the girls."

I wrote them a short message, hoping that they hadn't planned much. I didn't know how much preparation they had planned for the party the next day. Rosie replied that she had the time; she needed a few minutes at the sewing machine before dinner. It took longer for Jen to answer, Bitch and I had emptied our mugs before the reply came:

"Sorry, took some time. Had to get in touch with Bimbo first. Yes, we have nothing to do, except go to bed early."

I saw the time on my phone. I had time enough for a little project I had planned. Bitch and I agreed on coffee at eight o'clock and I hugged Bitch goodbye, and rode my bicycle back home. I didn't have to shop for anything; Rosie had asked to make one of the recipes she'd found on the web, and she wanted to do everything herself, though she wanted my supervision in the kitchen. I liked her newfound enthusiasm, and over time, I could leave the kitchen alone once or twice a week.

Jenny wasn't at home. I undressed and knelt in front of the toilet with my eyes closed. I sat for a while to get in the mood, and then I began cleaning. I had scrubbed the toilet inside and outside, and had almost finished the sink when Jen came home. I rinsed my hands and went to greet her, but as soon as she saw what I was doing, she pointed at the floor at her feet:

"Collaring!"

I went to the spot she pointed at and knelt in the collaring position with my hair held up with my hands. Jen left me to get my collar from the bedroom. I enjoyed the feeling of the collar being buckled around my throat, and the small click from the lock made me wet as it always does.

"Now you can sit with your eyes closed and think of what you've forgotten. When you find out, you tell me."

Forgotten? Permission to do the cleaning? Probably not. I hadn't peed, so I didn't need permission for that. I heard Jen rummaging in the kitchen. She walked past me and put something on the floor next to the entrance door. I wondered what it was - it gave a distinct sound when she sat it, like there was more than one part. The next thing she got from the kitchen gave a softer thud. I knew that sound. It was from some plastic. A tupperware of a kind? And the other sound? Aah, it might be Jen's old coffeemaker and the coffee can. Right. I said out loud:

"Mistress! I have forgotten to provide a coffeemaker for SarahLouise in my old apartment."

Jen knelt in front of me and kissed my forehead.

"Correct. You can go on with your cleaning; I'll bring it over. Open your eyes."

She picked my spare keys from the top drawer in the chest, and I helped her put the coffee maker in a plastic bag along with the Tupperware with the ground coffee. She left, and I resumed my cleaning job. Jen came back while I was wiping off and putting things away.

"You are a good person, Ann, spoiling the girls that much."

"It was just a bunch of sodas and a drawer with cookies and other snacks."

"Yes, that, and the whole concept itself. I am pretty sure they have tried the bed already."

"They have. Louise wrote me this morning. They had time for a quick test-run before curfew yesterday."

I caught Jen's eyes and we giggled. They were two sweet girls. Too bad they were vanilla.

We heard Rosie on the stairs, humming a tune. When her key touched the door, we opened it and dragged her in. I took the shopping bag out of her hands, and Jen embraced her and covered her face with kisses.

"Oh, hello, Jen, Ann!"

I sneaked a kiss in between Jen's attacks, and went to the kitchen to put the groceries in the fridge. Soon, the girls joined me, and Rosie showed me the recipe on her phone. We discussed the sequence that things should be done in, and though I had had plenty of coffee that afternoon, I insisted on a coffee break. I wanted to share my weird day with my girlfriends. Jen was curious about the shirt, so I had to model it for her. She agreed with me that it sat perfectly and repeated her promise to Rosie about a caning. I mentioned the question from John, if Rosie could help him with a few of his shirts.

"Sure, after next week. I have a few projects for friends, and I've got a new girlfriend I need to help, too."

"Then we are in the week with the party. How about you two talking there?"

Rosie agreed, and I had to remember to tell John that the next morning. I added:

"And I should say hello from Matt."

"Oh, he is that Matt? He's one of the best!'

Jen looked glad. She continued:

"You've got quite a friend there."

I told the girls about the tool cabinet and the visit from Bitch. It appeared that both Jen and Rosie knew the story of Matt and Bitch. Rosie explained:

"Bitch is sometimes a bit sensitive about her injury. It wasn't fair to end her career like that. But she doesn't complain; she's got Bimbo instead and a job she loves."

Time for cooking. Rosie had done the shopping, and my role was to answer questions when she was in doubt about something. I showed her a few tricks, and soon we were seated in the kitchen for dinner. It was great, and Rosie was satisfied.

It was nice to get some of the chaos out of my mind during our talk, but I needed some time alone to get things sorted out in my mind. The girls were kind to clear the kitchen after dinner, while I lay on the couch with a blanket over me, my eyes closed, and my head full of thoughts and chaos.

The next thing I remember was Jenny cuddling up to me and kissing my face.

"Wake up, Hon, or you can't fall asleep tonight."

"Mmmmm. Give me two minutes."

"Not much more. We need to get ready. I have found some clothes for you."

"I need permission to pee. What is Rosie doing?"

"Sewing. She has asked, too. Go and get her. When you have finished, I also need to go."

The door to the office wasn't closed, just pushed almost shut. As I was wearing my collar, I was allowed to push it open. Rosie was tying off some thread ends and greeted me:

"Hello, Sweetheart. Feeling better?"

"Much better. We've got permission from Jen to go peeing. Wanna come?"

"Just a minute. One seam left."

I knelt at her feet, kissing her naked knees. Soon, I felt satin slide over my body as she held the dress up.

"This is better than I had imagined. Great, let's go, Sweetheart."

She hung the dress on a hanger and we went to the bathroom hand in hand. As I knelt in front of her, holding her hands, I said:

"I am looking so much forward to the Sister's Society tomorrow, but I am a little frightened too. I don't know what to expect."

"Easy now. We have planned absolutely nothing for you. I'll bet that you, when you see what's going on there, will want us to do everything to you. We won't. I suspect Jen to bring some toys, just to be prepared for some action. And then I expect to be paying my debt for my little prank."

"Oh, poor you."

"Don't say that. When you are a brat, you need to be ready to face the consequences. Sometimes you don't know the outcome, so be careful. I won't recommend doing things like this before you know your likes and limits. They say that it's not bondage before you want to get out. I'd say that it's not a punishment until the only thing you are thinking of is to tear yourself loose and run away from the pain."

I cleaned her and we switched places. I noticed that she wasn't wearing her collar. I had mine on from my cleaning, so Jen might want me to be the only sub that evening.

Jen came in, and when Rosie had finished me, she was sent out to be dressed. Jen hooked her index finger into the front ring of my collar:

"You stay here, servicing your Mistress."

"As You please, Mistress."

Jen kissed me and sat. I knelt in front of her with her hands in mine. I know it may seem like a weird ritual, but I had grown accustomed to it and wouldn't be without. I leaned my head on her knees.

"Please, Mistress. I am excited about tomorrow."

"Don't worry. You will see a lot of action, and I promise I'll be kind to you. Be assured that you'll get your orgasm tomorrow."

"In front of everybody? Please, no, Mistress."

"Haven't you tried that before? I promise that I will not do things that you don't want to be done. Trust me."

"I trust You, Mistress."

She stood up in front of me. I rose on my knees, having my head in level with my Mistress' pussy.

"Then do what you have to do."

I did.

Afterward, I went to get dressed. It was a rerun from last Sunday: The red satin blouse and my short skirt. And as a special thing, the bra from Sunday evening was on top of the heap. It was the old bra that I had given to Rosie for experiments, and that Jen had cut holes in for my nipples. I sighed, mostly from pleasure. On top of it all was my pink polka dot scrunchie.

Rosie had already dressed in tight wet-look leggings and a tight, dark red blouse. She helped me with the bra, ensuring that my nipples were peeking through the holes for the girls to see and touch. She pinched them and pulled them further out of the holes. When she let them go, they were hard and protruded further out of the holes than I had imagined possible. When I donned the satin blouse, I saw my nipples very clearly, and for every movement I made, I felt the satin slide over them, sending erotic signals to my pussy. I gasped:

"This is great. Even greater than Sunday."

Jen stood in the doorway:

"And what was your mantra?"

"This is going to be good. Really, really good. Fabulous!"

"Well, not quite the mantra I taught you, but it will do."

She was smiling. I turned to thank her and gasped again from the movement.

"If my nipples weren't that visible, I'd want to wear this bra every day."

"No, won't do. Your blouse will get too wrinkled."

"Wrinkled, Mistress? Why... and how...?"

"Because we would do this all the time."

Jen grasped my nipple through the blouse and gave them a proper treatment by pulling and twisting them. I could see her point, though the fabric should be crease-resistant according to the wash tag.

I sighed with pleasure.

I was all dressed and ready to go. My only concern was that I was wearing my collar. Jen brought me a scarf to cover it. It was a pink satin scarf with small red hearts in a kind of polka dot pattern. Jen tied it around my neck with the knot below my right ear.

"How chic you are!"

"Thanks to You, Mistress. To be honest, I like that I need to wear this scarf in public because the alternative is worse."

"You are welcome to remove that scarf anytime."

"That's what I meant. Three weeks ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of wearing a scarf, especially not a satin one tied this way, let alone with this pattern. Now I am forced to embrace my feminine side, because I will not show a locked collar, no matter what. I love You, Mistress!"

"And I love you too. Get your new boots on. Are you ready, Rosie?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

When we had parked the car in front of Bitch's workshop, Jen held a fist out towards Rosie:

"Will you lead Ann the rest of the way?"

She opened her fist and showed a chain leash. Rosie thanked her and took the leash. I sat in the back seat, and before I could get out of the car, Rosie had attached the bolt snap on the leash to the ring in front of my collar. She untied the scarf and put it on the seat beside me. I was to show my collar to the world as my hair was up. Luckily, the street was empty and we had parked on the apron close to the building.

Bitch let us in with a hug for each of us. We entered their living room and were greeted by Bimbo. She stood at the end of the coffee table, and we all had to pass her for a hug. She was wearing a tight, white silk blouse that showed her big breasts and protruding nipples. Her skirt was the one that Rosie had sewn, and it ended half an inch above the floor, indicating that she was wearing those incredible high heels. She clung a bit to me when we hugged, but I didn't notice anything different than that. She smelled good. We sat and Bitch came in with a tray of mugs and the thermos. Rosie unhooked the leash from my collar and put it on the table.

We got our coffee, and Bimbo was still standing there, three or four feet from the coffee table.

"Come and sit with us, Bimbo! Your coffee is ready."

Bitch looked at her girlfriend.

"Arrh, Daddy, you know I can't!"

"Do your best."

Bimbo still stood in the same spot.

"Please!"

"Show them why you can't."

Bimbo bent forward at the waist and reached down to get hold of her skirt and pull it up. She could hardly reach her knees. I watched that lovely creature and wondered how we related to each other: I had my girlfriends, whom I could call my lovers, too. Bimbo was also a kind of lover, but I didn't want to use that word for it. If she were in a sexual relationship with a married man, the word mistress could be used, but in our universe, a Mistress was something completely different. I smiled to myself.

"Instead of laughing at me, help me, Ann!"

"Sorry, I was smiling because I was thinking of something. Let me help."

I knelt next to Bimbo and reached under the hem of her skirt. In the second try, I got hold of all the layers. As I lifted them the first couple of inches, I noticed that Bimbo was standing on a steel platform, about three feet in diameter. She was wearing her pink platform heels alright, and between them, a shiny, stainless steel tube was welded to the steel plate. It went up between her legs, and as I lifted the skirt a bit more, I saw a short horizontal steel bar fastened to the tube. It had eye bolts at the ends, and a small carabiner connected them to the pink leather restraints buckled on just above her ankles. The tube was about one and a half inches in diameter and went up to her knees. Inside that tube, another steel rod continued up between Bimbo's thighs. It was held in place with an Allen screw and could be adjusted in height.

I was sitting to the side, so everyone around the coffee table could watch as I lifted her skirt further up, revealing that the thinner steel rod, perhaps an inch in diameter, disappeared into Bimbo's vagina. I gasped. It was a lovely sight with her tanned body showing the white tan lines, and the pale triangle with a very narrow landing strip of pubic hairs being impaled by that shiny steel rod.

Bimbo thanked me and got hold of the skirt herself. She lifted it as high as she could, and still it hung to the ground in the back. It was a very sexy design, and it looked nice together with the steel contraption that held her prisoner.

"Wow! What's that?"

Rosie was sitting with her mouth open. Bitch answered her, trying to hide the pride in her voice:

"They call it a one-bar prison. It's my first stainless project. It is not even for us, it is made-to-order for a friend."

"It is beautiful, but I think that Ann will hate me when I get us one."

I looked at Jen. I was sure I looked angry.

"You just don't do that! I would hate it!"

"Now, yes. Let's talk about it again in a year or so."

"Never, ever!"

"Never say never. But calm down, it won't happen."

I looked at Bimbo again. I could see that her pussy was wet. I leaned forward and kissed her landing strip, then I sat back on my heels, looking up into her eyes. We smiled at each other; she was horny and I was taken by fascination over the way she was caught and displayed.

I felt my nipples harden even more, and the way the satin blouse slid over them as I moved was almost driving me crazy. I tried not to think of how humiliating it would be to stand there, unable to lift yourself up to escape that evil impalement and being forced to stand where you had been put. To my surprise, that train of thought made my breathing go faster.

Jenny had been sitting on the couch next to me, and now she had moved to my side, rummaging in her bag. She produced a pair of handcuffs and hooked the open end of one of the cuffs through the ring in front of my collar. then she pushed me in the back of my head, so I got closer to Bimbo, and when I was close up to her pussy, Jen clicked the cuff shut around the steel bar. I was locked to the one-bar prison, with my mouth next to Bimbo's pussy. Then Jen took the skirt out of Bimbo's hands and draped it over me. The many satin layers kept all light out, and I sat in the dark with the smell of an aroused pussy filling my nostrils. I kissed her naked skin again, and let my tongue trace the outline of where the steel rod met her pussy. I heard her gasp and sigh, and when my tongue passed her clit, I felt her hands grab my head, indicating that she wanted me to continue. By doing that, she encased my head entirely in the satin, and that gave me a flashback to my first evening with Jen and the way she had covered me head to toe with the satin sheet.

I held my hands up, cupping her buttocks and giving them a gentle massage. All this was under the skirt, hiding all details from the three spectators I knew were sitting just behind me. I enjoyed myself there in the dark, and thought of Bimbo that had to stand there in full sight, having her clit licked. She was moaning and gasping, and after a while, I began to massage her rear hole. Her hands went wild, caressing my head, and suddenly she came. The last time I had licked her, it was easier to tell that her orgasm was coming, but now it came as a surprise to me. I tried to give her pussy some aftercare with small kisses, as she had pressed her hand in between my forehead and her stomach, indicating that she had had enough. Then I felt Jen's hands finding their way up under the skirt, unlocking the handcuff. I was emerging from the skirt when I realized that it wasn't Jenny, but Rosie, who had freed me. She hugged me and kissed me all over my lower face to clean up Bimbo's pussy juices. We ended in a deep tongue kiss, and when it ended, she praised me:

"That was so sexy to watch, Sweetie. Now, stand and finish your aftercare."

I stood, and on my tiptoes, I kissed Bimbo.

"Thanks, it was so sexy to have my pussy done while I couldn't do anything but stand there. You are the best."

"You too. How long have you been standing there?"

"Perhaps half an hour before you came by. My feet are tired now. Bitch told me that I would be locked here until I had cum. Can you help me?"

"If I am allowed to."

I turned my head and looked at Bitch. She tossed me an Allen key and said:

"Feet first."

I kneeled and unclipped Bimbo's restraints. She moved her feet one at a time to gain her balance and be ready for release. I lifted her skirt and she grabbed it and held it out of the way while I loosened the Allen screw and lowered the upper steel rod until it got free from the pussy that had held it for the last hour or so. I tightened the screw again and Bimbo stepped off the steel disc.

As I rose, I got a tight hug from Bimbo and a kiss, too. Her hands caressed my boobs and especially my nipples through the rich satin. Then she went to sit on Bitch's lap, hugging and kissing her. I took a look at the steel contraption: It was a really simple, yet devilish design. I noticed some fluids on the top rod and kneeled to lick it clean. I made it look as sexy as I could, and finished by letting as much of the rod go into my mouth as possible. I stood so that my body covered most of the view from the others, and I managed to get the rod deep in, touching my palate without getting any gag reflex until it met my uvula. Satisfied with my progress, I let the rod go and went to sit between Jen and Rosie, kissing them both.

"Wow! That was something!"

"Glad you liked it. We enjoyed it pretty much."

Jenny squeezed my leg. I turned to Rosie and hugged her.

"If it were you standing there, I would have enjoyed it even more. I wouldn't have let you go until your third orgasm."

"That would be awesome! You didn't notice, but I had to get up, supporting Bimbo as she came. Bitch was there too. We don't want any damaged pussies here."

"This is beyond belief. I've never imagined a thing like that. So simple, so evil, so effective."

Jen got hold of my chin and turned my head towards her. I loved it when she did that.

"And you are sure that you won't try?"

My eyes opened wide:

"No, please not, Mistress. Not now. Later. Ask me in a year or so. Or in my next life."

She smiled at me, then she put an index finger to Rosie's nose.

"Lose your clothes. All of them."

Though she didn't wear a collar, she acknowledged and was naked in a whim. Jenny found a set of ankle restraints in her bag and knelt in front of Rosie to put them on. Then Rosie stood where Bimbo had been standing and Jen adjusted the rod so it went all the way in her pussy. Jen rose and supported Rosie with a hand on her shoulder.

"Now try to escape."

Rosie stood on tiptoe and tried to lift one leg, but couldn't rise high enough to dismount the evil impaler. She put a heel on the crossbar that was meant to hold her ankles fixed, but it was only meant for support and wasn't tightened enough, so it slid down to sit flush with the base plate. Jenny raised that bar again with the Allen key and clipped the restraints to them so Rosie wouldn't hurt herself by losing her balance. They stood hugging for a while, then Jenny let me take over.

"Remember that Rosie is not allowed to cum; it doesn't make sense to reward someone that has a punishment pending. And you will be a loyal sub sister, refraining from any pleasure in sympathy?"

It was said as a question, but it was not.

"Yes, Mistress, of course."

I wondered if that would be a new rule. I feared that Rosie, as the brat she was, would suffer days of denial too often. Would it be hard for me to endure that? Or would Jen add a punishment to her denial by letting her watch my orgasms? I had wanted to find out what days in denial would be, but not now. I was so fond of all the orgasms I got and wouldn't risk missing them.

I hugged Rosie and we kissed for a long time. Bimbo had put some music on, and we stood like we were dancing.

"Would it be possible to make it with two poles?"

I heard Jen, and Rosie did too. I gasped, and Rosie protested:

"No, please not, Mistress. I know you well enough to know that you'd likely make it a frequent thing to have us standing there while you spend hours masturbating in front of us."

I gasped again. That would be downright evil. What surprised me was that deep inside, I liked the idea.

I felt some satin touch the back of my legs, and Bimbo hugged me from behind:

"Thanks again for that wonderful experience. Now it is my turn to do something for you."

"Erhh, thanks, but I think I am grounded."

"I am not talking about sex, Jen wants your lashes tinted."

"Will it be visible?"

I had seen pics showing girls with very long and black lashes, but perhaps it was false lashes and lots of mascara.

"Not much, but it will make your eyes more expressive and add perfection to a simple make-up."

Bimbo led me into the room where she had been giving me a haircut the previous week. She browsed on her phone and showed me a pic of a girl before and after a lash tint. It didn't look alarmingly different, and I accepted. I sat in the chair, and Bimbo lowered the backrest down so I was almost flat on my back. She cleaned my eyes with a couple of wet cotton pads and added a rubber pad under each eye.

"Now close your eyes lightly without making any wrinkles, and don't talk. Take the chance to rest. It will last perhaps ten minutes."

I did as told, and she brushed my lashes and applied the color.

"Just lie still. Next time, I would like to make a few corrections to your brows and perhaps darken them. You'll like that, I am sure. Yes, you cannot answer right now, think about it. I'll leave you alone for a few minutes. If it hurts, call on me."

"Hmm hmmmm."

"Good."

I lay there. I felt good; being pampered had become one of my favorites, and I welcomed the opportunity to let my thoughts wander and find some peace in my mind. Too soon, Bimbo returned and put a kiss on my forehead.

"Is everything ok?"

"Hmmm."

"Good, I'll remove the color now."

More wiping and other actions around my eyes, and then Bimbo cleaned them carefully with a cotton pad or two.

"Hold your hands up. Yes, that's good. Take these and rub a few times before you open your eyes."

I got a wet cotton pad in each hand and cleaned my eyes as told. I opened my eyes and blinked against the light. Everything felt normal. Bimbo handed me a mirror.

"Wow! It's a little thing, but it adds to my expression. I like it, thanks!"

I put the mirror down and rose to hug Bimbo. She looked at me and nodded.

"That looks good on you. Jen suggested an ordinary black, but I'm glad I picked the deep black. She'll love it too. Go, get your coffee, I'll clean up here in a minute.

I hugged and kissed her again and went to the girls on the couch. Jen inspected my face and nodded:

"Just perfect. Makes your eyes more expressive. Go show your sub sister."

Rosie was still standing on the one-bar prison, looking lost in her thoughts. Someone had put a ball gag in her mouth. She focused on me when I stood in front of her, and she sent me a smile. Or at least she tried.

"What's that, Sis? Cat's got your tongue?"

"Ho, he hi. Ha hehi hohe."

"No, Jen is not evil. You have a punishment pending, and as I had understood, Jen likes to remind us about it with several smaller punishments, more than usual. Correct me if I am wrong. Oh, you can't. Too bad. Come, kiss me."

Where did I get those words from? I had seen myself as the ultra-submissive girl, and now I am teasing someone in a vulnerable position. At least I could comfort myself with the fact that Rosie liked it. I hugged her and kissed her lips and the ball gag. She didn't hug me back, perhaps because her hands were held on her back in a pair of handcuffs. I cupped her face in my hands and pretended to give her a deep kiss. The ball gag made it impossible for my tongue to enter her mouth, so I licked her lips in a circular movement. Rosie moaned.

"Oh, you don't want to kiss me back? Too bad, I like to kiss you!"

I kissed her again and pressed our faces close to each other, making lip contact all around that red ball. Then I felt someone step up behind me and hug us, holding her arms around both me and Rosie. It was Jen, and as she kissed me on the top of my head, she pushed my face even closer to Rosie's. As I pretended to kiss Rosie even deeper, I didn't notice that Jen had unbuckled the ball gag, and in a swift movement, she stepped back and pulled the gag strap with her. Instead of circling Rosie's head, it now encircled mine, and with a gentle pull before she closed the buckle, Jen ensured that the ball wasn't in Rosie's mouth, but in mine.

"Oh, yes, I really want to kiss you!"

Rosie smiled that evil smile and returned the favor. Now I was the one with the ball in my mouth, and though I still couldn't kiss my girlfriend, the thought that she was free and I was captured made me feel helpless and caught. I sighed. The ball gag filled my mouth more than I had thought, watching those beautiful gagged girls on the internet.

"Never dig a grave..."

Jenny pinched my bottom and took the handcuffs off Rosie. Soon, she had hitched my skirt up and had a hand down my thong. My pussy was wet already. I had to be observant of my fluid balance; I was almost always wet when I was with the girls.

Jen told me to support Rosie while she unclipped her. I did, and soon, the steel rod with the rounded end was lowered out of her pussy. With her feet loose, Rosie stepped a foot back, and stupid me followed her to find my balance again. The next moment, I felt my thong pulled aside and something hard penetrating me. It wasn't cold as I had expected, because it had been warmed up in the two pussies it had been in. All I could do was to stand there while Jen moved the leather restraints from Rosie to me, and soon, my feet were fixed to the impaling rod. The girls stepped back, and I stood there without being able to do anything else. The only good thing was that I was facing away from the coffee table, so I avoided eye contact. That would have broken me, I think. It could be a coincidence, but Jen knew her shit. My pussy was filled for the third time in my life; the first time, I didn't like it as it was a masturbation experiment, and the next time was fantastic, being fucked by Jenny's strap on. This time, I didn't know what to say - I was caught, helpless, and couldn't benefit from anything massaging my G-spot. And yet it was new and exciting.

Bitch bid a final cup of coffee, and they sat chatting like I wasn't there. Even Bimbo sat and participated. I closed my eyes and imagined I was sitting on the couch just listening, and without taking part in the conversation. Soon, I forgot that I was on display; I felt calm, the voices blended into a distant mumbling, and my breathing slowed down, just as it did when I was having a 'rapid recharge time' as I had named it. I don't know how long I had been standing there before I felt a hand in mine. I opened my eyes and looked into Jenny's.

"Are you here with us again?"

I nodded. She unbuckled the ball gag and took it out of my mouth. I swallowed and rubbed my lips, cheeks, and jaw. I hadn't noticed that I had been drooling from both corners of my mouth. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times to soften up the stiffness I felt.

"How long have I been standing here? I lost track of time."

"ten - fifteen minutes. Perhaps closer to fifteen. I kept an eye on you, but you seemed so calm. In fact, I've been standing here most of the time."

"Thanks. I relaxed and accepted my fate. I think I shut down mentally and didn't think about anything specific, just enjoying the sensation."

"You'll make the perfect rope bunny. Are you ready to stand on your own?"

I nodded, and soon I could move away, stretch my body, and sit to get my coffee. I managed to reach under my skirt to get the thong sit correctly over my pussy to soak up my juices. Rosie had removed the inner rod from the one-bar prison and sat licking it like a popsicle. Jenny had emptied my mug and poured me a fresh cup of coffee. My pussy felt empty now; a few weeks earlier, I was sure that I hated penetration, now it was something I had begun to love.

"I have already found some wheels for the tool cabinet. Thanks again."

Bitch had waited to talk until I had been sitting for a while, recovering.

"Great. Matt was not sure if he could just give it away. Those display cabinets were written off a long time ago in the other stores."

"I owe you one."

"Certainly not. You have been a great support for me, and I have noticed that you care a lot for my girlfriends."

"They deserve it."

No explanations, just a raw fact. I nodded. Bimbo reached over and stroked my legs:

"How about another leg wax in two weeks? All of you."

I rubbed my thigh. I could feel small hairs protruding already.

"I had them waxed two weeks ago, do they grow that fast?"

"No, but some of the hairs had lived their lifespan and were preparing to regrow. They are on their way out now. If you wax every six or eight weeks, they will all grow in the same phases, but in the beginning, it is wise to wax halfway. Jen and Rosie are due next week, but they can easily wait."

"How about pussies? Can they be waxed too?"

"Yes, for sure. But if you are a - well, sensitive person - you'd better be tied up the first time."

"Does it hurt that much?"

"Some girls think that. However, as we perform many Brazilian wax jobs, most girls struggle to be smooth down there. After the third time, it is not bad at all."

"I felt some pain when she did my inner thighs. I wondered why she took one leg at a time from the toes and up, but she put wax on both my inner thighs before she pulled it off."

"Then she's sure that you won't back out. I have had a few customers leave with half a Brazilian done. Then I learned to put the wax on both sides first, so they would have to go home with the wax sitting, if they regretted. No one does that, so they'll have to endure the next pull. If they get hysterical, at least they leave with a landing strip. Do you want to try it?"

"One day, perhaps, but I like the way we pamper each other every second day in the shower. We should have shaved this morning, but we overslept."

I felt Jenny's hand in mine. She pointed out that shaving on Friday was better, then we were smooth in the evening at the Society gathering."

"Are they going to see it? Will I be naked?

"We play the evening by heart. If you feel like it, we might be active. If you want to be a wallflower, I will respect that to a certain point. I don't want you to hide away, you know why people come there."

I was still under the influence of my meditative state from my impalement, and slightly aroused too. I knew that, and I tried to be careful:

"You know me so well, and I trust you. Some of your challenges until now have been scary until I plunged into them. Seen retrospectively, they have all been ok. I promise to be an obedient slut tomorrow."

"Thanks, Ann. A slut? Not just a sub?"

"Did I say that? Oh, I meant sub. Can I take it back?'

Jenny shook her head no with a smile and a wink with an eye.

We left soon after that; it would be late the next day, so we wanted to hit the bed early. As I kissed Bimbo goodnight, she said she was sorry I was grounded. She meant that she wanted to lick me in return. That had to be another time. I thanked her for doing my eyelashes.

"You're welcome. I'd like to give you a lash lift another day. You will look so cute. Discuss it with Jen."

Rosie hooked the leash into my collar, and we went to the car. I sat in the back with her, with the collar and leash visible, but it was dark, and I hoped that no one could see me. I tried to look inside the cars we passed, and realized that it was hard to see anything. Then I could lean back and enjoy the ride, feeling my nipples hardening and my pussy getting wetter than my thong already was. I was still in a daze from the time on the impaling prison, just like when you are half-awakened from a vivid dream and spend an hour still thinking you are in the dream and those weird things had really happened.

Back home, Jen parked in a parking lot a quarter of a mile away from our apartment.

"Rosie, unclip your sub sister and cover her collar. Then you can both walk from here. Ann needs some training in her new heels. Oh, and remove her restraints before she leaves the car.

I had noticed that I was still wearing ankle restraints when I put on my boots. I wouldn't ask about them - I wanted to see if Jen and Rosie remembered. I wasn't allowed to unbuckle them myself, and I had planned to remind them when we left the car. Jen knew her shit, and once more, I felt cared for in every way. As we stood in the parking lot and Rosie had finished covering my collar with the scarf, Jen drove off and left us to walk the remaining distance home.

"Let me improve your look a bit. If you are to walk with me, you'll have to look like a proper slut."

Rosie smiled at me and pulled my blouse up from my skirt. As she worked with it, I felt the satin slide over my exposed nipples, and I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh. Soon I realized that Rosie had done the blouse as she wanted already, and just stood teasing my nipples.

"Aww, you devil."

"Yes?"

She squeezed my nipples, and in the same motion, she pulled them as far as the blouse permitted, and twisted them too. I sighed again, and with a kiss on my mouth, she let my nipples go.

We began walking, and soon we found a rhythm together. We held hands, and we had the same stride. I was a bit unsure on my feet the first forty or fifty feet, but from there, it went smoothly. When we arrived at the entrance door, arm in arm and with the contour of our breasts showing, Jen stood there smiling, watching us walk towards her.

"You are doing fine in those boots, Ann. And you two look so good together, I could eat you both on the spot."

"Eat or eat out?"

Rosie took every opportunity to be a brat.

"Eat. Remember, you are both grounded."

"But you are not!"

Rosie took her arm from my back and gave Jenny both a hug and a deep kiss, indicating that there was much more in store for her Mistress when we came home.

"It is late, girls, and we have a long day tomorrow."

We somehow managed to get up the stairs, both Rosie and I fondling Jen all the way.

Inside our apartment, Jen unbuttoned her blouse:

"Strip, both of you. Get things done in the bathroom. I'll be with you in a minute."

We did as told. As I licked Rosie, the taste of wet pussy was overwhelming.

"You are as aroused as I am. You liked the one-bar prison?"

She nodded. I realized that we were very different in our approach to that evil contraption: Rosie had tried to fight it, to see if she could escape from it, and while I was having my lashed done, she had probably done a good job to find out if she could obtain an orgasm, fucking herself on the impaling steel. I had reacted opposite, being passive from the beginning, and immediately accepting that the steel rod was pushed so high up my vagina that it almost touched my cervix and made any movements to let it massage my G-spot unpleasant. I had fled into a mental bubble of passivity, patiently waiting for my ordeal to be over. It had taken me some time to get out of that bubble again. In fact, I think I didn't get fully out of it during the walk with Rosie, having some physical activities to do, convincing my body and mind that I was free to go now. It had aroused me so much, finally to comprehend the bondage I had been in.

Jenny came in and after she had finished peeing, she unlocked my collar and we had a short shower. Rosie helped me get my hair into the shower cap. It wasn't necessary, but I liked to be pampered, and as she had been in charge of me most of the evening, it was a nice gesture to make sure that it sat fine.

"Jen and Rosie, I might need your help tonight."

They looked at me. I continued:

"I know that I am grounded, and want to obey that. But I find that my time on the one-bar prison had a big impact on me, and I have never walked up these stairs with wetter panties than tonight. I might need help to stay chaste, because my body wants a lot of sex right now, and my mind wants to be without."

Rosie put her arms over my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"We are probably wired differently, but follow me in this. As Jen once told me: 'The best way to get happiness is to give happiness to others'."

Rosie kissed me and turned toward our Mistress. She cupped both Jen's cheeks with her hands and gave her a loud kiss on the mouth.

"Jenny, my loved sweetheart, you're in for a treat tonight. Get in bed, relax, lean back, and enjoy. I know it is late, but when you get tired of screaming your orgasms out to the world, you can sleep. Ann and I will tidy up tomorrow before we leave. C'mon."

Rosie took Jen's hand and dragged her away to the bedroom while I did a quick check around the apartment and switched the lights off.

In the bedroom, I found Jen and Rosie on the bed. They were kissing and nothing more. Rosie gave me a signal to take the place on the other side of Jenny. We kissed our Mistress in turns, and when I kissed Jen, I found Rosie kissing other parts of her face. I did the same, and soon, Jen's breathing got faster and more labored. At a point, Rosie showed me two fingers and pointed at her ear, while she stuck her tongue out. I understood the signal and we began licking Jen's ears. I circled it a few times before I let my tongue tip explore all the nooks and creases of my Mistress' ear. Suddenly, Jen gasped and sighed, and I guessed what was going on at Rosie's side of her head. I stuck my tongue as deep into Jen's ear as possible and got more of the same response.

On Rosie's signal, our mouths traveled south on Jen, and after a while, kissing shoulders and collarbones, we ended up with one breast each to kiss and fondle. We took the nipples last and spent a while kissing, nibbling, and licking them. Then I felt Jen's hand on the back of my head, pressing our heads close to her breasts. I tried a few careful bites to the nipples and got a positive response. Jen was moving her hips as she wanted to hump the air between them, and from that moment, things went a bit wild. It was hard for Rosie and me to be synchronous, so we shed all communication and fought for the best places to lick, kiss, nibble, and bite. I altered my attacks between nipples, belly, inner thighs, knees and of course her pussy. Jen's moaning became louder and louder, blending into a long wail that ended in a screaming orgasm. We continued as if nothing had happened, and soon, Jen had saved enough energy to scream another orgasm out.

After the third time our Mistress had cum, she stopped us, and eventually she got her breathing under control.

"Please, no more, hons. Wooow!"

We cuddled up next to her and kissed her face again. She turned her head alternately to Rosie and me, getting and giving deep tongue kisses. I was a lucky girl, having those two girlfriends. I recalled Siobhan's words about girls envying me.

Soon, Jen had calmed down and yawned:

"It's been a long and busy day. I could fall asleep in a minute. Let me move over, then you have room for cuddling."

Rosie moved out of bed and came to my side. We cuddled up, face to face, and I felt Jenny move, being my big spoon.

Rosie hugged me and asked:

"How are you now?"

"Calm, exhausted and less horny. It helped me forget myself while we gave Jen a treat. I can survive until tomorrow."

I felt Jen kiss me on the back of my neck. I could feel her breath on my skin, and soon it got calm and steady as she fell asleep. Rosie took a hand to my face and caressed my cheek before she let a finger trace my eyebrows and down my nose. Her lips mimed the words 'I love you'.

I mimed 'I love you too' and caressed her face. As I circled her lips with my pointer finger, she opened her mouth, and I stuck my finger in it to the second knuckle. She pursed her lips around it, and I felt her tongue caressing it all over. I felt her finger at my lips, and soon, we were suckling each other's fingers. It was intimate and a good expression of our mutual feelings. After that, Rosie rolled over, being my little spoon. I held my arm around her, cupping her breast, while I kissed her neck.

She fell asleep a few minutes before me, and I had those precious minutes to myself, being the luckiest girl in town.