Jingles 05

[My thanks to CompactCutie (Maddie) for proofreading thins].

I let X finger me. I just wanted stay like this with her. My former life of privileged luxury was fading. I knew X needed to be disciplined and so had never expected such a submissive woman to be able to act as my Mistress; but her love had enabled her to discern what I needed. I loved the give and the take in our dynamic. I could not see ahead, but with her fingers in my wet pussy, I did not want to. I just wanted to serve her, and whoever she needed to serve.

"Jingles, my little slut, you are such a good girl," she said as though reading my mind, a thought confirmed by her next remark. "But you know I need what Miss Nina provides."

"Yes, Miss, I do, but I love you and need no one else Miss."

X slipped her fingers from my gooey pussy and put them to my lips, smearing them with my own goo. I licked my juices from her slippery fingers and sucked them clean.

"I know, little one, but you're a slave now, and you are going to do as you are told. I want you to come and live with me for the rest of the holiday. I have a nice bare room with a dog bed for you if you need time to yourself. You will, however, have to get used to my girlfriend, Cath - assuming that she can accommodate herself to your presence."

Shivers shot up and down my spine at the thought of living with X. As for her girlfriend, I had not even given it a thought, nor did I now, replying:

"Whatever you need and want, Miss."

I meant it. I really did not care what happened, as long as I was allowed to be part of X's life.

The door opened. It was Miss Nina.

"How sweet you two are together. Jingles, this is what you really need isn't it? You were never really a member of the elite except by accident of birth, I am giving you to X. Now X, you have been a good girl, so I think you need your reward. Leave that little thing alone and come to me."

"Yes Mistress," X replied, leaving our bed and crawling, naked, to Miss Nina.

"Now little one, I want you to lick X's arsehole and get her wet for me. Her cunt is wet enough, but I want you to see her buggered."

"Yes Mistress," I replied, eagerly getting to my hands and knees and crawling to X, sniffing at her arse and cunt like the bitch in heat I was. She parted her cheeks, and I rimmed her puckered hole with my tongue, ever and anon pushing the tip of it in a little deeper, until she reached behind and gripped my head. I pushed through the muscle, tasting her, savouring the humiliation. Not only was I licking her arsehole, which was the lowest thing a submissive could do, I was doing so to allow her to be used by another woman. I tried not to moan too much as I prepared her for what was to come, which, given the volume of her grunting, was pretty pointless. She pushed herself back on me, as my tongue darted into her dark hole.

"Jingles has opened me nicely Mistress. You may kneel over there and watch, little one."

I obeyed her, her taste still ripe on my lips, which I licked as I turned to watch.

X looked at me. I could see from her eyes that she wanted this. She had given me so much, now she needed to get from Miss Nina what I could not give her.

Miss Nina's strap-on jutted from her loins. Her long, firm legs in their nylon stockings looked so attractive that part of me wanted to crawl over and kiss her boots; but this was about X, not me.

Miss Nina got behind her, mounting her.

"You are my bitch on heat, X, bark like one, bark, show your little girlfriend whose bitch you are!"

I felt myself tingle. She was using our relationship to trigger us both.

She guided her girlcock to X's wet arsehole and I saw the lube on it glint in the light. X moaned as Miss Nina began to open her up. She pressed, firmly, unrelentingly, as X's arsehole began to yield to her, X barked. My cunt gushed and I wanted to rub myself; but of course, I didn't. Instead, I watched as Miss Nina subjected X to fifteen minutes of arse fucking and spanking.

"Rub that useless cunt of yours, X."

X began to, but such was the pressure from Miss Nina that she needed both hands to steady herself.

"You, little bitch, her over here and get under her and rub her clit."

Trembling, I did that, sliding in, headfirst under X as she pressed back to take Miss Nina's girlcock deep into her arse. She was dripping wet, and I raised my head to lick at her clit, being treated to the sight of Nina pushing in and out of her. My tongue pushed X over the edge, and she came, barking and pressing back as I heard Miss Nina's hand spank her arse.

"Right, little bitch, slide under me now."

As I did so, Miss Nina unhooked the harness, leaving the girlcock sticking in X's arse. She pressed down and rode my face, grunting as she pressed me into the floor. Her taste was more acid than X's, and her long labia pressed wide on my face. I was just her sex aid. She was so far gone that she came within minutes, which spared me the pressure she was putting on my head.

She came hard, gushing over my face and hair. She slumped forward. I slid out, turning sideways to see X, her arse still full, with Miss Nina slumped across her back. Both of them were lost in the intensity of that moment. It was a strange, yet highly erotic scene. I watched until Miss Nina stirred, raising herself and gripping X's hips, before easing herself out as X moaned.

"Right Jingles, come and clean my girlcock."

I had known it was coming and, bracing myself, did as I was told, crawling to her. Miss Nina slid the used girlcock into my mouth and I licked and sucked it clean. I was used to X's taste and swallowed as her Mistress patted my head.

"You are such a good girl. X," she said, "I think that you and Jingles can leave when you like. You clearly want to spend time alone with her. You will do as we have discussed?"

"Yes, Miss Nina, Jingles is aware of the situation."

"So, Jingles, you are prepared to be the side chick to X and her regular girlfriend? Isn't that rather coming down in the world?"

"As long as I can be with X, Miss Nina, that's all that matters to me."

X kissed Nina before she left and then turned to me.

"Are you sure, my love? In this overheated atmosphere we can all be tempted to promise more than we can deliver. I can see you on the next weekend here in six weeks darling, so we won't lose touch."

I appreciated her care but looked into her eyes. She looked back. We both knew.

"If this in any way threatens your relationship with your girlfriend, I will take you up on that offer, but otherwise, I am happy to play the role of side chick."

"If you are sure. Look, let's see how it goes for the next few days shall we?"

Smiling, she reached for me and kissed me, passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth, her lips tasting what mine had just tasted. X grinned at me.

"I like that taste my girl. Right, get yourself ready. You will drive us to my place, I will give the directions."

Going back to my room, I pondered what to wear, before settling for the humiliating chav outfit of the tight pink top with the short pink skirt with the matching thong underneath.

I felt self-conscious walking downstairs and into the hallway. Looking into the mirror, the contrast with how I had looked when I arrived, could not have been more pronounced. Then I had been dressed somewhat demurely in a black dress with high heels, my stockings hidden by the dress, and looking, generally, like a member of the elite; now I'd have fitted in with the sluts who had been imported. Except, and then it struck me, whatever I looked like, I was not one of them.

The thoughts simmered away in the back of my mind as I sat in the car with X.

"Penny for them, Jingles," she said.

"Not sure they are worth that, X," I said, almost absentmindedly. There was something my mind needed to chew over. She looked at me.

"Doubts my love?"

That crystallised it. She had called me "love." That was at the heart of this. I loved her. She loved me. I knew she had a girlfriend, but it was clear that she thought this was no obstacle to us; but the question that now gnawed at me was "what was us?"

The weekend had been designed around what Nik and Nina had wanted, it was their template. I had been a member of the elite when I first met X, who had already been in the role of a designated submissive. Despite that, once she had realised that I had submissive tendencies, she had accommodated herself to my needs. I realised now that I wanted to do the same. That must have shown in some way, as X looked across at me.

"Sorry, I was thinking. I don't even know your name and I love you."

She looked at me.

"It's Emma. You never asked."

"There's a lot neither of us have asked Emma. Now we are away from the Manor, can we talk."

She gave me the sweetest smile, but behind it I could sense a world of hurt and uncertainty. I wanted to reach out and hug her. I put my hand out instead and touched hers, giving it what I hoped she'd see as a loving squeeze.

"Can we talk?" I asked, trying not to alarm her.

"You have doubts?" She said, showing my attempt to infuse some calm into my voice had not worked.

"No, none, but can I ask if your girlfriend is into all of this?"

Some instinct had prepared me for her answer.

"No, I wish she were."

"So, you need Miss Nina because it is the only way you can get what you need?"

Emma blushed.

"I know, don't judge me."

"As if I, of all people would. You identify as a submissive and yet with me you are not, how come?"

"I wish I knew," she said, sighing heavily.

"Is it because you love me?"

I tried not to sound as needy as I felt, a process aided by an idea which, having been bubbling away in the back of my mind, had suddenly flooded it.

"Yes, I want to satisfy your needs."

"That," I said, "is real love."

Emma blushed.

"I hope Cath will understand. I think, sometimes at least, that she may be like you, but I am not sure I could be the way I am with you in her case."

"Emma, will you do something for me?"

"What, Jingles?"

"Pull over at the next layby."

"Why?"

I grinned:

"Just do, please."

Looking sideways at me, Emma pulled over into the layby.

"Right," I said, "I want those jeans off, your t shirt will cover your arse when you get out - just!"

Emma looked at me, stupefied.

"But...." She began. I cut her off.

"Did I ask for your opinion? No, so do it, no, not here get out of the car and hide your modesty this side of things."

My heart was beating like a big bass drum in case she turned on me and refused, but I relaxed as she got out, moved round to my side of the car and, taking her shoes off, slipped her jeans down and off. She put them on the back seat and then walked round to the driver's side and got in. Her long, toned legs tempted me, but this was not the time to give in to that.

"Good girl," I said, "now follow my directions. We are going back to my place first. What time is Cath expecting you back?"

"Well, we're early, so not for another couple of hours at least."

"Right, drive on - and do not spare the horses!"

She looked at me but kept back whatever she wanted to ask me. For my part, I let what had been brewing in my subconscious loose. I suddenly knew what I was going to do; now all I needed was the fortitude to do it.

"This is yours?" Emma asked as she pulled into the drive.

"It is," I said, "park over there and let's go in. Bring your suitcase - and mine!"

Thank goodness, I thought, that it was the weekend, and the housekeeper was away. Quite how I would have explained why I was looking like a cross between a Donald Trump mini-me and an orange, I had no idea; I was just glad I didn't have to.

"Upstairs," I told Emma, and watched as she went ahead of me, her white knickers pulled tight between her cheeks, and clearly visible.

Once she had put the cases in my bedroom, I told her to strip; I did the same.

I lusted after her. I knew she said she hated what she called her "boyish," figure, but while not into males, I was into Emma's look, and the way she talked about it, I wondered if she did protest a little too much? Her tits were almost as small as mine, but I loved those toned legs and that tight arse. Stop it! I told myself, this was not about me; well, not quite!

"Now, Emma, we're going into the shower, and you are going help scrub away my Trump tan - and the temporary tattoos, as far as possible."

"But I thought...."

Again, I cut her off, saying in my best cut-glass accent:

"Did I ask what you thought? No, I thought not. Now are you going to do as you are told or not?"

"Yes, I will, Miss, erm, Miss Pixie."

"Good girl," I grinned, gathering from her tone and the look on her face that she was beginning to understand what was happening to her.

For the next half an hour we stood together in the shower as she helped remove the fake tan. It was an arduous undertaking, and we almost needed another shower when we'd finished. Somehow, I resisted leaping on her and ravishing her, and, of course, realising her new position, Emma was in no position to do that to me.

I was pleased to note after putting on my normal clothing, that, as Chloe had promised, my new hairstyle did not look at all out of place; indeed, it made me look more chic than my outfit did. Something might have to be done about that.

"I want you to wear some fresh knickers, Emma, and something you know Cath would like you in."

"Yes, Miss Pixie."

She chose a tight top and some leggings which emphasised how toned her arse and legs were.

"She likes me in my running gear, Miss," she said, offering it by way of explanation.

"So, she likes your boyish figure too, Emma?"

Emma blushed.

"Yes, Miss."

I loved the way she had reacted to my words. They had clearly struck a chord. It helped explain her own admiration for my own flat chest; she was a lesbian, but she liked women who could appear androgynous.

"Right, Emma, now we go to yours."

She looked surprised.

"We are ready for Cath, and I want you as fresh as possible for her. Does she know about you?"

"About me?"

"Your submissiveness?"

"I think she suspects Miss, but, well, it's hard to explain."

"Well," I said, "we are going to have to do that. I take it you love her?"

"I do, Miss, but I am scared she won't love me if she finds out about all of this."

"Is that why you were willing to let this be and take it up again at the next Manor weekend?"

She blushed and looked down.

"It is Miss."

"Right, well, the first thing is you call me Pixie from now until, and unless, I say otherwise, ok?"

"Yes M..., I mean Pixie."

The ideas were now threatening to overwhelm me. But I was able to keep up a sort of conversation as we got closer to her place.

We parked in what was obviously a communal garage to the apartment complex where Emma lived, and we went up in the lift.

"Oh, my goodness, Pixie, can we just not do this?"

"No, we can't not do this, Emma. Trust me!"

I hoped she had more trust in me than I actually had in myself, but "fake it till you make it" is a good motto for such times.

We reached Emma's flat. As we walked through the door, I saw a tall, slim woman over in the kitchen area; her long dark hair set off the whiteness of her skin. Like Emma she had the figure of an athlete. She looked with love at Emma and then did a double take as she saw me.

"Emma, darling, so good to see you, and erm, who is this?"

"I'm Pixie," I said, "you must be Cath. Nice to meet you."

"And you," she said, clearly still trying to work out why I was there.

"I was at the same weekend course as Emma. How much do you know about them?"

Cath looked taken aback.

"Erm, well, a little. Emma, can I get us all a drink?"

"Please, darling," Emma said, walking over the embrace her partner.

A glass of Chablis each later, I sat in an armchair as Emma and Cath sat together. They made a good-looking couple, and while I needed no excuse to lust after Emma, I could see why she and Cath were together; there was something they had in common. I wondered if they knew.

"Cath, darling, I hope it is okay my bringing Pixie back here?"

Cath looked at me and then at her, then back to me. I could see the uncertainty and decided to act.

"Cath, I presume you know what the 'weekend course' was?"

"It's, well, it's something I know Emma needs, and as I love her, I let it happen, but, well, I, I just don't know what you want or why you are here."

I looked at Emma, who was beginning to look mortified.

"I'm here, Cath, because Emma would like to share that part of her with you but does not know where to start. Would you be against that?"

I looked from Cath, who looked puzzled, to Emma who looked startled. If I was wrong, then I was about to make a major mistake; but instinct told me otherwise.

"What do you mean? Share the whips and the leather and all that 'Fifty shades,' stuff?"

"No, that's just what it does not mean. That's all male-centric stuff, female submission can be quite different, it is more about the psychology and the interaction with your lover."

"What do you mean?"

The fact that Cath had asked a question rather than clamming up encouraged me to go for it.

"I mean that Emma would love to serve you in ways that pleased you both. It is not about whips and chains, it's about love. Emma loves you; she loves the way you are together, but she really would love to be able to share this part of her life with you too."

Emma's face was now a study in shades of pink, Cath's a study in bewildered interest.

"How do you mean? I don't want to whip her, I love her."

I looked at Cath.

"Think of it as playing, acting a role if you will. Would you play along so I can demonstrate? If you hate it, say so, but what about giving it a chance? Let me be the director of our little erotic play."

Cath looked intently at me.

"Okay, but if I don't like it, we stop, yes?"

"Of course," I said. "Now I could not help but see that you were about to mop your kitchen floor."

My switch of topic clearly baffled her.

"What's that got to do with Emma and her needs?"

I grinned.

"Girl, that floor needs cleaning, you will strip and ask Cath for permission to clean it, understood?"

Emma looked as though she wanted to floor to open and swallow her. I looked intently. Then she stood up, took her top off and lowered and took off her leggings, socks and shoes, revealing she was wearing no panties.

Cath looked at her with lust. I knew we were on the way.

"Miss Cath," Emma said, "may I have your permission to mop the floor?"

Unable to take her eyes off her lover's naked body, Cath stammered out her assent.

We both watched as Emma went into the kitchen and taking the mop and bucket, set about mopping the floor.

"Well," I said, "not a whip in sight. Tell me, how does it make you feel?"

'Fuck, she looks so sexy like that, and her eyes, can you see the look in them? It's like she's in a dream."

"She is," I said, "she has long wanted to be like this with you. She loves you, but she is scared that you can't accept this side of her. We all have our sexual kinks, and they can be hard to share in case they put your lover off you."

"Oh my! She's getting all hot and sweaty like she does when she runs."

"You like her hot and sweaty?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I love to taste her when she's been running. Is, is it okay to share this with you?"

"Yes," I said, "and don't worry, it will not involve sharing Emma beyond this, unless," I said, my instinct biting in, "you'd like me to watch."

"You mean just watch? Like not taking part. But don't you want her?"

"I'm happy to watch, or not, as you are comfortable with."

"She's mine, you don't mind that?"

"No, it turns me on."

"What do you mean?"

"The idea of wanting Emma but watching her with you turns me on. See, I told you we all have kinks."