“I’m very aware of your last couple of days,” she said, moving back to her seat, picking up a notepad, flipping over a page, looking down and reading. “You set the single day record for fundraising in our 20 years of operations. You brought in $125,000 for the company, doubling the next highest.”
“It was a combination of bids just to get into the room and performance with your three groups.” Mistress Night said, she was in full regalia, headdress, a more conventional leather top melting into leather pants. Her makeup was dark with red highlights, her jewelry tasteful and numerous, hanging from her wrists, neck, and waist, her top open to show her mid-riff. “Let me present you with your tip and earnings from the night.”
I was handed an envelope, I had watched the ‘Below Deck’ series where ship workers get tips at the end of a trip. It was thick with $100 bills to the tune of $5,000, Mistress Night said, I opened it to see what they felt like, pulling them out into my hand.
“I don’t know what to say,” I heard myself speak, when actually my mind raced to a question I held inside ‘how do I make more’ I thought.
“We wanted you to have this going into tomorrow night, and this afternoon we’ll give you more information so you can make the best decisions for yourself and our organization,” Mistress Night said, sitting down.
“I’ve been looking at your first contract,” Carol said, standing and addressing me for the first time. “Bylaws state we can not change the spirit of what you signed, we just want to clarify going into a hectic day where you boundaries lie.”
She slid me a piece of paper, and without looking at it and staring deeply into her eyes, slid it right back.
“You have to understand I earned this,” I said holding up the envelop. “because I have erased my boundaries. Don’t clog my mind with rules, ‘what ifs’ and things that might make me hesitate.”
“Fair,” Carol said, noting something on the paper then putting it back in her folder.
“Very well,” Mistress Night said. “Lucia, please take Melanie to get prepped, the day starts at Midnight.”
“Yes Mistress,” Queen Lucia said, and took my hand again, leading me out of the room up the hall to a salon type room. “They’ll get you ready.”
“It all starts at midnight?” I asked, unaware.
“Yes, My Dear,” she said, her body moving to mine, her hand slipping between my rope and taking it off. She held me for a brief moment, giving me a small kiss. “We will go over everything.”
————————————————————————————————-The Virgin:
In Amanda’s Voice
I woke in one of my dark places.
Carla crawled out of our bed and got ready for work. I spent the night with her curled in my arms, I felt content, in control and I was able to console Carla, loving her in her bed. Mistress left soon after performing whatever the ritual was, taking us both from behind in both ways, chanting something about ownership. I crawled out of bed, naked, rubbing my eyes, I had only my work outfit from the other night. I’d officially gone 48 hours without checking in with either parent, nor stayed at home.
Walking out into the kitchen I stood in front of the sliders, looking out at the day, sunny but a crisp autumn air I imagined while the heat blew through the ducts. Two women coming out of the bagel/coffee shop stopped seeing me, pointed, I turned my backside to them not leaving for a minute. I then opened the fridge, finding some soy milk and drinking it straight out of the container.
The shower felt good, I used Carla’s toothbrush, brush on my hair and went into her bedroom picking out a tight sweater, knee, ruffled print skirt, no pantie no bra. I used Carla’s make-up to get ready, loving her tones taking note of what she used to purchase herself, pulled back my hair and took off.
It was about 10 a.m. and I drove swiftly to Pedlar’s, Nikki said I could do prep and work the lunch shift, I loved the slutty, sexy look I created and figured it would get tips.
The ‘darkness’ in my mood manifested itself in a ‘don’t give a fuck’ approach to everything. Tashia would say I was best in bed in these moods, being more aggressive and not caring so much to cleanliness. In the ‘real world’ I was blunt, to the point of being callous.
“I need you to braid my hair,” I announced to Nikki while I burst into her office, sitting down in the chair across from her desk. The braiding was just a vehicle to getting the information I needed, wanted, desired.
“Ah…okay,” she said, dropping her pen, halting her work on next week’s schedule. “We’re awful uppity this morning.”
“Whatever this is you’re dumping me into started with Izzy fucking me from behind, in both places,” I just said it. “Is that what you called her about?”
Nikki paused, started pulling at hair getting ready for the braid, my breasts felt snug in the sweater, my nipples poking into the fabric, I stared ahead letting her start the first row. The silence was calming, I anticipated she would come back with some rationalization, some ‘sell job’ for giving up my virginity, my ownership.
“You are right to be frustrated with hearing nothing but ‘trust’ coming from those of us in control,” Nikki said beginning to twist and tighten. “Not knowing, anticipating, the shock and eventual submission past our inhibitions are all catalysts to breaking through.”
“I see Mistress,” I said feeling her wisdom and honoring her position while truly understanding her words. We each let the silence in while she finished row #1.
“It’s like a first kiss, but better,” she said, gathering the hair on the other side. “We only have time for one on each side, okay?”
“As you see fit, Mistress,” My sassiness manifested in defiance of my current Mistress Izzy, but calling her mother Mistress. She finished the other side without any reference to the proceedings of the last 24 hours, nor the upcoming.
I began my prep work for her, and she let me take the first couple tables, checking my entry into the system, helping me when needed. Her hand was soft over mine a couple times, intentional, her hips pressed into my hip. She had a naughty, impish side I noticed, certainly not how she should be acting towards her daughter’s submissive.
The lunch crowd was crazy, bikers stopping on a seasonably warm Friday off work and drinking, business people, families, the cliental was everybody and anyone. It was towards the end of my shift, a man parked his bike outside the door, I was letting the hostess have a break and I got him his table and handed him a menu. I couldn’t help but look down, the package in his spandex was sizable.
His eyes caught mine and he smiled.
I pushed the stray hairs that came loose from Nikki’s braids aside, looking down then out of the corner of my eye to see him sizing me up. I made sure to put him in my section, the sassiness hadn’t left my body quite yet.
“What can I get you, Sir?” I said, he was early 30s for sure.
“Water, shot of tequila and a lime. Don Julio?” he asked.
“I believe was have that,” I said and turned.
“Miss?” he said getting me to turn right back.
“Yes?” I paused, he got a good side glimpse of my breasts in the sweater, nipple protruding forward again.
“Justin, and your name?” He asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, in a quippy tone. “How rude of me, I’m Amanda and I’ll be your server.”
“Thank you Amanda,” his smile grew as mine began to peak through.
I had gotten a couple more tables, Justin ordered a salad and a second shot, I caught him staring at my ass when I was entering the orders near him at the server’s station. He lingered with a drink until it was obvious I was going to be off work soon.
“Amanda?” he called out while I was walking back to roll silverware. “Does your shift wrap up soon? If it does do you want to go get a drink somewhere? It is Friday.”
“If you sit there, I can just join you in like 15,” I said, wondering how we’d meet somewhere when he was on a bike and I had my car.
“Sounds great,” Justin said, and I closed out his lunch check.
I talked to Jenny, the server who was going to take over my section and got us both shots, and then the beer he was drinking and a G&T for me, delivered right after I sat down.
“Oh me,” I said after salting my hand, licking it, downing the Don Julio and sucking on the lime. He followed suit and we made small talk, I finding out he was an investment banker and I told him I was between jobs. Nikki was watching me now, somewhat disapproving, which only motivated me to take it a step further.
“Justin, um, I don’t wish to be too forward but I’m going to be,” I said, my leg moving under the table at the booth we were in and rubbing his. “My car is parked in the far lot with tinted windows and I’d really like to see whats hiding in your spandex.”
He smiled, holding my eyes, not responding before downing his beer.
“Let’s go,” he said getting up, I noticed there was more girth showing than before, my comment inspiring growth.
“I’ll be back in a little bit to take care of our check,” I said to Julie as we whisked by out the front door. Approaching my car I unlocked it remotely, opened the back door and let him in, curling my head under I lept forward kissing him, tasting the tequila and beer, my hand pushing on his cock.
“Fuck yessss,” Justin moaned, my fingers peeling the spandex back, the head popping out while it grew. He wiggled letting me pull the shorts down while our tongues twirled and danced. My hand was now around it, I felt a lot more below.
“I want you’re number when this is all done,” I said, looking up at him before moving my lips to the head.
“Ohhhh…you’ll get it,” he moaned, my tongue circling, my mind going back to he failed attempts in college and then the practice and success I had on Tashia’s strap on. “Babby…..”
I played with it for about five minutes, licking the shaft up and down, watching his eyes roll back, getting familiar with old rhythms, getting ready for a new one now and this weekend. His hand moved to my cheek, petting me while I licked his balls, sucking on one before coming up.
Pushing my lips over the head, I drew spit and flem releasing it on to his cock in a similar manner of a now infamous woman on Tik Tok, bobbing down, sliding up doing it again and again. The slickness of his flesh was difficult at first, but once a little flem got involved, and the pliability of flesh filled with blood happened, I slid down to his balls.
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