“Caroline . . .” Suddenly Caroline’s eyes locked on mine questioningly. “What did you want from me in Chicago?”
“What??” she asked, doubting what she heard.
“In Chicago, what was it to you?”
Her face turned beet red.
“It’s ok, we are being super honest. Go ahead and say it.”
“Well, I just wanted to understand what it felt like to submit to someone.”
“Mmhmm. And what is your interest from here on out.”
“The same. Just to understand and explore.”
I glanced at Steph who seemed to be just watching this. She didn’t seem to think anything differently as her voice remained passive, so I felt the need to be more direct.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” I asked Carolione.
“What?” She looked so confused.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend? Are you romantically interested in me? Just be completely honest.”
“Um, no.”
“Why not?”
She almost looked frustrated with me. Good. “Because I am not seeking anything like that. Like, I told you that in Chicago. Is that seriously what you want? And you want to ask me in front of -”
“Right. So not romance,” I interrupted her. “Not a long-lasting relationship. You just want to understand if submission is a lifestyle that you would enjoy taking part in.”
Understanding instantly crossed her face. She nodded.
“Thanks Caroline.” Then I turned to Steph, “and you?”
“Me what?” She definitely looked more confused.
“What do you want?”
“What do I want?”
“From me? This? All of it? Seems like it is time for the conversation, yes?”
“Brent, what are you doing?” She seemed genuinely confused and stressed.
I reached out and placed my hand on her cheek.
“It’s ok, let me tell you what I want first.”
I moved my hand to hold hers. Caroline whispered, “maybe I should go.”
I shook my head. “Please stay, Caroline. I would appreciate it.”
She silently nodded.
“Steph,you know when I saw Caroline at the meeting night, that tapped into that primal bit of me that loves dominance. And then Chicago happened. And as much as I think I might have helped Caroline there, I also got a big charge out of doing that. It was exciting. And a bit over-the-top.”
She silently listened.
“Brent – ” Caroline began. I held up my hand, “let me finish please.”
I kept going. “But then, throughout all of it, I kept thinking of you. No offense, Caroline.”
Caroline slightly smiled, relieved. “Absolutely none taken,” she whispered.
“And it helped me realize that while I could get my kicks from situations, I really just wanted you.”
So I sighed, “so what do I want? I want you. I want to see where we go with things.”
I sighed, “but then this situation may have screwed that up.” I squeezed her hand. “Really I thought I knew what I wanted, but I was wrong.”
Steph looked dumbstruck. Her mouth opened to form words, then closed, then opened again.
“So this . . .” she pointed to me and Caroline, ” . . . this was not the . . . it was not the beginning of something?”
“Only the beginning of something temporary, I think,” I replied.
“Yeah, for me too,” Caroline jumped in, “like no offense Brent, but having a . . . um like a master or whatever who is ten years younger than me and that also works for me is not ideal.” She smiled at me. “Honestly, I could really go for a silver fox type, you know?”
“Yeah, I . . . ” Steph began again. But then she turned towards me.
The confusion slowly melted away. The stress lifted from her face. She seriously looked at me, pausing briefly.
“Yes,” she finally whispered.
“Yes?”
“Yes, I want the same as you. Let’s try it again.”
She smiled at me, rose on her knees, kissed my lips, and then returned to her kneeling position.
I glanced at Caroline, who was actually just smiling sweetly at the exchange, which is not something I ever would have seen just a few weeks before.
Steph, brought out of her thoughts, turned to Caroline too.
“Oh, and sorry for being so bitchy,” she reached out to offer her hand.
Caroline took it, “yeah, totally understand. Sorry for reciprocating said bitchiness.”
They shared their moment, naked holding hands kneeling on the floor. And I thought life was pretty good. I mean that image of the two of them right then was both very sweet and extremely sexy.
Steph then rested back on her bottom and seemed content for several beats.
“So are you going to ‘punish’ us now,” Caroline eventually interrupted us with her air quotes. Steph immediately snorted in laughter. Then both of them did a quick high five while interestingly remaining kneeled. I just chuckled and shook my head.
It was good to see Steph shift into normalcy. I mean, we needed to look at how things played out between us so there was really going to be a new normal, but we definitely had cleared this hurdle.
“Oh, and we need to address this,” Steph said, looking at Caroline and then back at me.
“Oh, well obviously once I am allowed to dress this is – ”
“Nope. I think you should keep going with Brent until you find someone.”
We both did a double take, looking at Steph.
“What? Really?” Caroline looked as confused as I felt.
“Yeah, I mean my silly fears have been addressed.” She shrugged, her bare breasts bouncing a little in the movement.
“Look Steph, I can find -” Caroline began.
“If Brent is good with it, then I think you two should continue until you find someone. That way I can ‘mentor’ you and help you find what you are looking for. Caroline, I want to help. Especially after being so difficult about things.”
“Yeah, but you and Brent -”
“Look, Brent was right to send you to me. I am no expert but I have experience and it is best that you have people caring about your well-being as you start to explore this stuff. We can be that help. We can be your support. Brent being involved only makes sense.” She smiled a genuine smile.
Caroline looked at me.
“To be clear though, I am higher up in the pack than you are,” Steph grinned.
“Like an Alpha Sub?” I offered.
“Ooooh. Yeah. That’s good.”
Caroline just looked back and forth.
“Caroline, I care deeply for Brent. Always have. The fear of losing him to someone else was what drove me to being an uber-bitch. I don’t fear that now, because we both recognize where we are. Things are . . . clearer.”
“Ok,” Caroline responded after some time, looking back at me.
Do I want to be the temporary dom to Caroloine with Steph mentoring her? I mean logically it made lots of sense. I do think we need to be open in communication, all the way around.
But for now, I nodded quietly.
Then I watched the two as they began to arrange an actual get together at a cafe in town. They next shifted to suggested resources for learning more. Steph had done a lot of reading over the years and really knew where to send someone wanting to know more.
“So should I try to go to more of those club meeting things?” Caroline asked.
“Well you could. But honestly . . . ”
My attention moved from listening to them to watching them. Do not blame me as you would too.
I was so focused on the conflict and resolving it that I had not dwelled on their nudity and their submission. I mean it was there, but now I was really enjoying it. Steph and Caroline both seemed quite content to be on their knees and casually discussing things. At my feet. Innocent. Vulnerable. Beautiful. Desirable.
“Use Brent,” Steph’s mentioning my name brought me back to their conversation. “Really I think any candidates to be your silver fox dom should meet him. He can see through people’s masks pretty well. I can do it too. But, of course, it is up to you.”
“Would you be willing, Brent?” Caroline asked me.
“Absolutely. It would be my pleasure,” I smiled at her. My temp nude sub kneeling on the floor asking me if I would be helpful in selecting a new dom. So odd. So surreal. And the fact that both were so comfortable just made it even more enticing.
Having received my support, they returned to chatting about qualities in a dominant figure.
I watched Steph’s face, alive with excitement as she finally shifted into being a mentor for Caroline. I mean I liked watching her face anyway, but her eyes widened and her laugh came frequently as she talked to Caroline about her experiences, the good and the bad, some of those involving me. Which of course brought them back to me, doing little cute jabs at my initial lack of experience.
I just could not help but marvel at her. My God, Steph was not just simply a physically beautiful woman. She was just beautiful. Period. I could really see her being ‘the one’ Always have, really.
I just continued to stare at her. And now that we were past the stress of the conflict, I allowed myself to dwell on her beauty.
I felt the arousal. The need. She was mine. Officially.
These were the moments where you just take what is yours. And all were happy with the arrangement.
Her body jiggling a little during the laughter. Her on her knees. Neither bothered to move or dress. They knew where they should be. Submissive to me. My girl and her apprentice. Both for me.
I grew harder. I wanted her. I felt the urge build within me.
I thought about the times I had with both of them individually. I found my eyes fixating on Steph’s body, then back to Caroline’s. Steph’s medium sized breasts were a bit larger than Caroline’s. Maybe a cup or two.
And Caroline’s nipples were smaller too. Her areolas tightly circled her nipples, making them very cute. Steph’s were larger. Both sets of breasts were perfect for the woman owning them. Both inviting. Both begging attention from me. Both needing me to caress them, kiss them, feel them, own them.
Their flat stomachs convulsed a little as they laughed. Cute. Sensual. Their bodies sometimes shaking. Sexy. Alluring. Beautiful.
I had been inside both of these women. Their warmth and wetness engulfed me as I had taken each. Their bodies squirming in pleasure. I had owned them in moments of intense passion. I had controlled them, and savored them. Each one.
I suddenly noticed the talking had stopped. My eyes moved from Steph’s body to her face. She was smirking at me, silently. And then to Caroline’s, also seemingly amused.
Busted.
I don’t blush in embarrassment, but I got close at that moment. I knew that deep down both enjoyed my attraction and fascination with each. That I got lost in looking at them. Nothing to be embarrassed about. And frankly, they belonged to me, in our context.
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