Crisp autumn air brushed against Rene’s cheeks. She stood outside her coworker’s middle-class two-story home. She had already rung the doorbell, but her heart was still racing. If anything, it had sped up. In truth, she found her friend from work, Yvette, so alluring. She wanted to be more than friends, so Rene was still coping with the fact she had been asked to Yvette’s house for dinner. It was part of a fantasy come true. Of course, she knew the other part of her fantasy, wild raunchy sex with the slightly older woman wouldn’t be on the menu.
Sadly, Yvette already had a lovely wife named Nicki that she constantly rambled on about at work, at happy hour, and even at that one time they went to yoga together. Rene sighed, she was envious of the way Yvette’s face would brighten when she spoke of her spouse. Still, Rene was going to embrace this for the gift it was. She tugged down her cute red dress that came to just above the knees. Her host had given no dress code for the evening, or really any details besides a time and that it would be dinner with both Yvette and Nicki. The younger coworker had spent far more time on her makeup for tonight than she had for any recent date, and she had restyled her blonde hair more than a dozen times to get it just right. She might not stand a chance of stealing Yvette away, but she still wanted to look her best for the subject of her affections all the same.
Waiting, her mind drifted through thoughts of Yvette. The beautiful woman was about 32, three years older than Rene, and at the company she had really acted as a mentor four years ago when Rene first started working there. That mentorship had blossomed into a friendship that she wanted to be more. Rene found the woman attractive on so many levels. She was confident, kind, intelligent, and quite striking. Everything Rene felt she was not.
Before her thoughts turned more negative, the door swung open, and Rene’s mouth metaphorically, and perhaps literally, dropped. She had been worried she might have overdressed for the evening, it was just a simple dinner at a friend’s house after all, but now taking in Yvette, she felt underdressed. The tall willowy woman wore an elegant evening dress, that looked like she was going to a gala, not hosting a small meal at home. The black dress shimmered with silver flecks, and it had a slip that exposed all of the woman’s long luxurious legs, a grateful Rene noticed. The dress was strapless, allowing the younger coworker a beautiful view of Yvette’s delicate shoulders where dark wavy locks of hair cascaded freely, a chaotic contrast to her usual tight bun at work. Her coworker had applied a dark smoky eye shadow above her pale eyes, those same pale eyes that Rene wanted to lose herself in. Elegant diamond earrings dangled from Yvette’s small cute ears, ears Rene wanted to nibble. The older woman even wore elbow length gloves completing the sexy formal appearance.
Mentally, Rene salivated at the image of her beautiful coworker, who seemed to even play into her appearance, leaning seductively against the doorframe, a haughty expectant look on her face. Rene finally managed to stammer out, “Uh, that’s, well that’s quite the dinner party dress.”
“Oh, it’ll be quite the dinner party,” Yvette playfully teased before beckoning the younger woman inside. Rene nearly passed out as her hostess turned revealing the dress was nearly completely backless. Rene stumbled across the house’s threshold trying to comprehend how such a revealing evening dress was even staying on Yvette. Was it glued on or something, or would it just fall away at any moment? Trying to shake the lustful images in her mind, Rene attempted to turn her attention to the home of the woman she coveted so. The interior was neat, clean, and if Rene were being truthful, a bit more pedestrian than she would have expected, especially after the outfit she was greeted in.
The two made a bit of small talk as Yvette toured Rene through the first floor. It was all so normal, right down to cute pictures of the homeowners doing cute couple things. A boring suburban nightmare. Finally, the tour concluded in the dining room where their meal was already plated from the look of things. It smelled delightful, some sort of herb seasoned chicken and vegetable medley dish. Rene was still dealing with her excitement of finally being inside Yvette’s, admittedly boring, home, so as they sat down at the table it took her a moment to recognize something was amiss. She had yet to see Nicki, Yvette’s wife, the beautiful brunette that could be seen alongside Yvette in every one of those photos in the house. Not only that, but there wasn’t even a plate or place set at the table for Nicki. Curiosity got the better of Rene, she sheepishly pushed back her blonde bangs, and asked, “So, um, is your wife not joining us tonight?”
The look from Yvette had an expression to it that Rene couldn’t place, sinister perhaps? Or even predatory? Yet, her words seemed sweet and reasonable, if a bit cryptic, “Oh, Nicki had something tie her up for a bit. We’ll see her a little later. We should go on and enjoy our meal. I’m sure my wife would want us to.” Rene nodded inattentively as her mind swirled with confusing thoughts. Had Yvette invited her over to seduce her? Did Nicki even know she was in their home? What was going on here?
Her thoughts were cut short as her coworker started talking about a story from work, and the next hour passed with surprising speed. After a bit of an awkward start, Rene had pushed aside her growing trepidation about the evening and embraced her dear friend in familiar, energetic conversation. They laughed and carried on as if they were out for drinks after work. It helped calm Rene’s nerves, but ever present at the back of her mind was a sense of unease. Something was off. Her subconscious wouldn’t let it go or let Rene fully enjoy the delightful conversation and food.
Eventually, after having one too many glasses of wine, Yvette’s demeanor changed ever so slightly, as if she were now the nervous one. Her hand played listlessly at the rim of her glass. She continually broke eye contact. Her lips pursed for a moment, some unsaid words lingering there. Rene, worried, asked her what was wrong. Yvette took a deep breath and then spoke words that were a bit surprising to the younger of the two friends, “Rene, if I am being honest, I invited you here under somewhat false pretenses. You see, I think you are a wonderful young woman, and well, I think you are just the right person to share something special with.”
Rene’s heart thumped harder, to the point she felt it would burst out of her chest and race across the table. Was Yvette about to confess certain unrequited feelings she had? Did she want more than friendship? What would it mean for poor Nicki? The younger blonde felt her mind swimming in a thick mix of anticipation and fear at what might be said. Would her fantasy be played out to its entirety? Rene unconsciously started holding her breath as her friend continued, “You see, I have a very special, if a bit unique, toy I’d like to share with you this evening.” The excitement in Rene died a little, confusion filling the vacant space. Toy? What did that even mean?
Noticing the bewilderment on Rene’s face, Yvette asked, “Well, if you can promise to keep a secret…?” Rene nodded only partly conscious of the motion as she continued to try to comprehend where this was going from moment to moment. The raven-haired woman spoke again, seemingly a bit calmer, “Good, if that’s the case, it would be best to show you. I really think you will adore my special little toy and the games we can play with it.”
Rene was completely baffled as she followed her coworker to a door that led into what she assumed was the basement. The two descended narrow creaking wooden stairs. And at first, it did appear to be a typical basement. Entering the cool dimly lit space, a concerning thought entered Rene’s mind, was this all just some ploy to get her into the basement where Yvette and Nicki would murder her or something? She quickly shook that thought from her mind. Yvette definitely didn’t have the personality of a killer. She was too sweet and kind, right?
That dread and fear in Rene only heightened though when her eyes adjusted fully to the space. She found herself standing beside the elegantly dressed Yvette, but in front of a large ominous steel door. It appeared to lead into a walled off portion of the basement, perhaps half of its total space. Rene’s danger sense was spiking. Adrenaline coursing through her veins. A primal urgent fear heightening her senses, taking in every sight, sound, and smell while preparing her body to flee at a moment’s notice. Apprehension suffused her being, yet she was transfixed by curiosity and possibility by the proximity of the intoxicating older woman.
Turning her attention to that other woman, Rene was perplexed as Yvette seemed giddy now, a massive smile on her face and in her eyes. There didn’t seem to be any malice in them though, so Rene decided to follow Yvette through as she cranked the ominous door open with a screech of steel on concrete. Beyond the door was a fairly sterile-feeling space that was well illuminated in contrast to the rest of the basement. It was bright enough to make the younger woman squint. Once her eyes adjusted again, Rene noted it had a well waxed and reflective tile floor, an arrangement of spartan if strange furniture, steel cabinets against one wall, a steel surgical tray with strange implements upon it, and in the center of the room fixed between two floor to ceiling metal beams, a mass of what could only be described as latex, leather, and metal hung in the air.
Rene’s gaze fixated on this last item. It was alien yet vaguely familiar in shape. As time slowly slipped forward, her mind began to reconcile what it was, seeing it bit by bit. The mass was suspended above the ground at about chest height and fixed to the ceiling above and the two metal pillars to either side. Five chains trailed from anchor points on the mass. Rene stepped closer drawn in by the horror, and perhaps excitement, dawning on her. The mass was swaying and moving very slightly. The upper half of the object seemed to expand and contract faintly like someone breathing. Then the reality slammed fully into Rene’s mind. There was a person inside!
With that revelation, the full picture unraveled in an instant. The mass was a woman, at least she thought so from the bumps at the latex clad person’s chest indicating the presence of a woman’s bosom. The person’s whole body was adorned in latex and leather obscuring at first glance the humanity hidden inside. The woman’s legs were folded back on themselves turning them into shorter stumps, large blocky pads, or perhaps caps were the better word, covering the knees. A chain connected to these caps pulled the folded legs, or nubs more like, out towards the metal pillars in a nearly horizontal split parallel to the floor. Similarly, her arms were folded back on themselves forearm to bicep. The woman’s hands appeared to be in some kind of leather mittens that connected together behind the neck. And like at the knees, an extra padded cap had been added to where the elbows were, and again chains ran from each pulling the folded arms up and away from the torso to the pillars.
A final chain ran from the top of what appeared to be the head of the bound figure. It called attention to the one deviation in the dark color palette of the person’s attire. Glossy black latex and matte black leather covered and enraptured the entire female form except for where a face would be. There, a strangely beautiful, austere, and featureless white mask covered the area. Only two small holes where the nose should be breaking the smooth placid alabaster surface.
Rene had been so fascinated trying to discern the image before her, she hadn’t realized how long she had been staring until she turned to Yvette, a swirling mix of confused questions welling inside her yearning to be asked. Rene’s deluge of queries dried in an instant though as the other woman had a smug but alluring look to her. Before Rene could formulate her first coherent question, Yvette began to speak, “So do you like my toy? If you are wondering, yes, that’s my wife in there, and yes this is completely consensual. In fact, it’s actually all part of her little perverse fantasy.”
The night had decidedly turned towards the unexplainable in Rene’s mind. What was all this about? Why the ruse to get her here? Was this real? What bizarre world had she stepped into? Why show her this? How did Nicki feel suspended and compressed like that? Wait, what was that last question?
Perpetually lost in her own thoughts at the moment, Rene missed her chance to ask one of those many curious thoughts aloud before Yvette continued, “You see, my darling Nicki has a very specific sexual fantasy about being bound relentlessly, and treated as nothing more than an object, my personal toy.” The elegantly dressed woman drifted to her suspended wife, explaining, “And I am nothing if not a loving and obliging wife.” Yvette paused for a moment, her gloved hand tracing the latex clad inner thigh of her bound wife, who twitched at the touch.
Rene was still stunned and tried to get something intelligible to leave her lips, “I…This, it’s uh…quite something…” Trying not to act startled at the revelation thrown at her by her coworker crush, Rene asked, “So, is this, um something you two do often? Tie her up I mean?”
Yvette’s smile widened, “Actually, do you recall that I told you that a couple years ago my wife quit her job?”
Rene nodded almost unconsciously, vaguely recalling something about a medical condition.
“Well, see it wasn’t because of a health issue as I claimed then. No, my darling Nicki wanted to fully embrace becoming my personal toy and live out her perverted dreams.” Yvette’s hand squeezed tightly on the thigh she had been stroking. The action caused the latex to squeak and drew a faint moan from underneath the porcelain mask of the suspended Nicki. Yvette’s eyes glanced up towards the source of the sound with a terrifying hunger, “And, I for my part couldn’t help, but indulge her, so she has been reduced to my little plaything 24/7 for the past two years, more or less.”
Rene gasped, “She can’t really be into this, not for such a long time!”
“Why don’t you ask Toy itself,” Yvette said with a sinister smile, carefully removing the white faceplate. Rene heard a wet pop as the mask separated from the woman beneath, and as Yvette held it in her hand, it became obvious that the noise had been the sound of some strange silicone mouth guard popping free in the process. Yvette had revealed a woman’s face with beautiful narrow features, pale skin, and blue eyes that matched the ones in the pictures in the house above.
Rene stepped forward hesitantly, the azure eyes staring down at her with an odd vacancy, “N-Nicki, um, uh is this, well, is this what you want? Is Yvette keeping, uh, you like this against your will?” The words nearly stuck in her throat and tumbled out with uncertainty.
The face of the woman scrunched as if trying to figure out how to say something but unable to, before she looked pleadingly at Yvette for help, for something.
“Ah, yes, Rene, Toy here only responds to its new designation, not Nicki, and it may not speak unless given permission to do so by its owner, me.” That last word was laced with power and lust. Yvette’s facial expression shifted slightly to exasperation as she turned her attention up to the imploring face and said, “Toy has permission to answer, with words, any questions Ms. Rene wants to know.”
Rene barely waited for the sentence to end before flooding the poor restrained woman with a torrent of questions, but to her surprise Nicki seemed to follow along well enough and answered all the questions in order. It appeared she really had been the one to ask for this. She loved it, and didn’t want it to end, the very thought seemingly causing the bound woman distress. They did supposedly have some sort of safety signal, though neither revealed what it was. At the end of the staccato conversation Yvette again revoked Nicki’s, no, Toy’s Rene reminded herself, ability to speak.
The blonde stood there still trying to wrap her mind around the evening’s events, when a new question burst out of her mind and lips, “So, why am I here? This seems very much an intimate thing between you two?”
Yvette drew close to Rene, “Well, my little Toy likes to be humiliated. Particularly, it revels in being made to watch as I indulge in carnal pleasure it can’t have. See, right now Toy is locked in a chastity belt that it’s been wearing for what a month?” She said turning to Toy to get its confirmation. Instead, the figure timidly shook its head in dissent. “What? Has it been longer? Oh! Right! We are actually coming up on your release date aren’t we Toy? So, it’s been 58 days without an orgasm.” Toy whimpered and nodded confirmation this time, Rene’s attention drawn to the dark blackened steel wrapping around the hips of the floating object that had once been a person.
Again, Rene’s head spun. That long without even the option for an orgasm? That was cruel, yet why did it make her heart stutter and her cheeks flush instead causing revulsion? The younger coworker grappled with the damp feeling that had subtly been building under her dress over the past few minutes. That shouldn’t be there, she thought. This was a freaky horror show made real.
“So, my dear friend Rene, would you like to join us in our little game? It would mean having sex with little old me in front of Toy, so it can watch what it is unable to partake in. Then you could help me use and abuse my Toy for a bit. What do you say?” Yvette’s pale eyes wide with hopeful excitement.
This was twisted. This was wrong. This was insane. Yet, Rene found herself not even hesitating as she answered desperately, “Oh, God! Yes, please!” Who was this person speaking through her body she thought in shock. Something was transforming inside her.
“Good,” Yvette answered seductively, guiding the blonde over to a simple couch perfectly situated in Toy’s line of sight. Rene was ushered to sit with a delicate, but firm press of Yvette’s hand to her beating chest. Then the taller woman kneeled before the blonde. Yvette gently pulled up the other woman’s dress and removed the thong hidden beneath, discarding it on the cold tile floor. The dark-haired woman slid back up Rene’s body, and proceeded to sensually kiss her. She started with her neck, soft warm lips gliding up and down, traversing every inch. Shivers pulsed with each tender touch. Yvette’s hands drifted up across Rene’s jawline coming to rest in blonde hair, fingers gripping tight as the lips chased upwards next, a light kiss to the chin then a more impassioned press at a flushed cheek, before teeth nibbled at a willing ear. Rene gasped, then those hands and lips dropped back down.
The hands gripped tense but yearning legs now, as eager lips planted fervent kisses along Rene’s inner thighs, slowly working from just above the knees to the warm wet place between the two. Yvette settled in the welcoming space. She worked her tongue and lips in ways Rene had never experienced. Yvette seemed able to draw out intense pleasure over a surprisingly long period of time with her talented mouth.
Rene tried and failed to bite back a growing series of moans. She found herself tightly gripping the upholstery of the sofa, nails digging into fabric, her legs closing around the raven locks of her coworker’s head. As the ecstasy built inside her, something peculiar came over Rene and she found herself sneering up at Nicki’s, no, Toy’s eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes were oceans of desire and hunger. Rene wasn’t sure what came over her, but she started insulting Toy and asking it if it liked what it saw, “Does the pathetic Toy enjoy watching her owner fuck me?” Toy’s lust seemed to only intensify, her head nodding frantically in answer, still no words. Rene couldn’t explain it, but as the pleasure grew between her legs all sympathy for Toy faded. It was like a switch had been thrown, and Rene embraced the darker whispers in the blackest corners of her soul driven by unbridled passion.
A vicious smile crawled across Rene’s face. She was lost in the dualling ecstasy of her work crush eating her out to a beautiful climax, a fantasy fulfilled, while she hurled insults at the woman who she had thought would deny her this experience by virtue of being married to Yvette. Wait, no, that wasn’t right. This thing wasn’t a woman, it was a thing, a Toy.
Had Rene not been riding the building sexual high of an orgasm, she might have questioned how easily she had slipped into a sadistic player in this strange game of perverse love, but as it stood, her mind was too addled by desire and power. Her body convulsed with an orgasm, her legs pulling Yvette deeper in, all as she stared directly into Toy’s eyes, screaming in pleasure. A pitiful whimper all the answer that Toy could muster.
It took a few moments for the blonde to recover, but when she did, Yvette was already waiting expectantly and asked, “Now, Ms. Rene, as my guest, would you like to play with my Toy?”
“Why yes, Ms. Yvette,” Rene giggled maliciously.
“Good, there are only three rules you must follow. One, Toy is not allowed to cum under any circumstances, two please be sure to be as cruel as you would like to be to it, but three if I say stop, you stop immediately.” Yvette smiled, rising and walking over to Toy. She unzipped the material around Toy’s chest unveiling two pale breasts with fiercely erect nipples. Without a word Yvette stepped to a nearby metal drawer and retrieved a wooden cane. Turning back to Rene, who was still slumped on the coach, the older woman used one hand to help the blissful blonde up and with the other she handed the implement to her. The younger woman turned the smooth wood in her hand lightly tapping it against her palm. Yvette gave an encouraging nod, “Why don’t you start with this while I get a special item for you.” She stepped past Rene giving a playful and encouraging light spank to the woman’s butt as she passed.
Rene’s lust riddled mind admired the cane with a strange and frightening glee. She wasted no time in applying the tool to Toy. The first strike caught the topside of Toy’s right breast. A howl of pain and a red welt the result. Another stroke stung the underside of Toy’s left breast, again eliciting a terrible cry of anguish and leaving another red mark. Rene, embracing a truly terrible place inside her, began striking with a constant rhythm, each stroke hard and loud. Toy writhed in agony as much as its bondage allowed. The chains anchoring it in suspended plight rattled and shook as Toy tried to urgently escape the painful uncaring onslaught. An inner voice in Rene’s mind whispered to her asking what she was doing, how she could be so cruel? Was it anger or desire that drove the sadism?
Finally, when Toy’s chest was covered in red, rapidly turning purple, marks and welts, Rene relented panting from the exertion. Yvette stood to the side with a very satisfied grin. “Well, that was a show. I think Ms. Rene might be more brutal with the cane than I.” Yvette’s smile had driven any doubting questions from the blonde’s mind. Rene blushed as if her friend’s words were great praise being heaped upon her. She felt a bit of bashfulness at how she had lost herself in the moment.
Yvette stepped up to Toy, a hand seizing a still erect, if battered, nipple and squeezed. Toy winced and inhaled deeply, eyes shutting against the misery of its tender flesh. Rene, mesmerized by the sight, let her free hand drift beneath her dress and she started rubbing her own hardened nipple, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The dark-haired woman turned to Rene with a pleased smile, “It seems you are enjoying my Toy. Perhaps you’d like to use this?” She held up a sizable, though not absurd, blue silicone strap-on. Continuing to play with her own nipple, Rene let the cane she was holding clatter to the floor, and she reached for the enticing item with a silent nod.
As her fingers wrapped around the shaft, the blonde yelped and nearly recoiled. It was surprisingly frigid to the touch. She looked at Yvette, the other woman smiled back. The two shared a sadistic knowing smile. Rene quickly used both hands to don the cold strap-on, as Yvette removed the dark metal chastity belt and unzipped a zipper at Toy’s crotch. Approaching a now whimpering and frightened Toy, Rene paused, a cold sensation bleeding through her dress where the dildo rested ready to be used, as she asked, “But, isn’t Toy supposed to not orgasm Ms. Yvette?”
“Why of course not, that’s why you’ll use that freezing phallus on Toy’s pathetic ass. See she can’t get off on anal, so you can have as much fun as you want.” Yvette informed her, producing a bottle of lube that she squeezed out onto the strap-on, the contents more a chilly gel than typical liquid. Yvette then placed a platform behind Toy for Rene to stand on, and with little ceremony the blonde plunged the frigid monster into Toy’s rear entrance. Rene felt a great deal of resistance as Toy must have been tensing in some vain unconscious attempt to repel the invader, but it did little to stop what was happening. The blonde laughed as Toy let out a shuddering shriek from the chilly dildo’s entrance. Toy’s body shook from the chill penetrating it. Rene struck up a fast and unforgiving tempo. She looked down to see Yvette had set to work on Toy’s pussy with her talented mouth and a gloved hand. The chains holding Toy shook and clinked even worse than they had at the caning.
As the pained screams began to turn to pleasurable moans, Yvette slowed her oral play long enough to wave Rene away. The blonde withdrew with no warning, a resulting gasp escaping Toy’s lips. She wandered back to the sofa she had occupied a short time before to watch the unfolding scene. She unbuckled the still cold strap-on, and then allowed one hand to rub her pussy lazily while the other groped her chest. She watched enraptured as Yvette repeatedly drove Toy to the edge of orgasm to only pull away at the last possible moment. Each time Toy’s agonizing whines grew more urgent, more needy, but Yvette didn’t give in, and after at least a half hour of this terrible teasing, she pulled away one last time. The dark-haired beauty in a black dress turned to Rene, wiping away the fluids around her mouth and chin, “So, how was my Toy?”
“Wonderful,” Rene admitted truthfully.
Yvette raised an eyebrow asking with a leading tone, “But was Toy perfect?”
Catching her friend’s meaning, Rene smirked, “Well now that you mention it, there was room for improvement.” A dismayed whimper escaped Toy’s lips.
Yvette looked back to her Toy and tutted with mock disappointment, “Well, you heard Ms. Rene. I guess I’ll have to add, let’s say…two more months to your chastity Toy.” An audible gasp and then dejected sob came from Toy as Yvette returned the chastity belt, sealing it back over the latex. Beaming blue eyes pleaded as Yvette lifted the white mask. To both Rene’s and Toy’s surprise she paused at the sight, and then the tall woman said in a seductive tone, “Oh, are you disappointed? You know I can’t disappoint those puppy dog eyes of yours. Alright, six more months in chastity then!” Then before the words fully set in with either of her audience members, Yvette quickly buckled the mask back into place. A bulbous rubber mouthguard cutting off any more begging noises from Toy, and sealing her into a tomb of suspended darkness despite the well-lit room
A stunned Rene stood there in silence as Yvette took her by the hand and led them back through the heavy metal door, closing it behind them with definitive clang. Befuddled by what she had participated in, Rene let Yvette guide her back to the basement stairs. As they ascended the groaning steps towards the normal world above, the blonde woman felt her mind transitioning. With each footfall Rene the sadist retreated giving way piecemeal to Rene the everyday woman. A surging sense of regret and concern at what she had done in that basement crept into her mind. She glanced back to where Toy, or was it Nicki, remained. Dazed, she followed her coworker through the average looking interior of the first floor until she found herself back on the porch where this strange evening started.
Yvette leaned in and gave Rene the slightest peck of a kiss on her cheek, and whispered, “Thank you Rene, I really enjoyed having you over, and I think Toy did too. Hope to have you back before long.” Rene nodded numbly, her friend’s words said so casually as if they were departing from a weekend brunch. The door closed. Rene stood there trying to reconcile what had happened, what her part had been in this bizarre night, and what it had revealed about herself. Thinking back to those parting words, they had been a promise of similar future experiences. Rene still felt a bit uncomfortable with the darker parts of her that she had glimpsed tonight, but she had no doubt she wanted to explore them more with Yvette and her Toy.
…
Several hours later in the confines of their bedroom, Nicki screamed as an orgasm slammed through her, quenching the thirst that the night’s roleplay had created in her. She lifted herself off of Yvette’s strap-on, a much more pleasurable one than what she had been treated to a few hours before by their guest. She rolled over and flopped onto her own back in a sweaty mess close to her wife. Nicki’s chest still stung with each breath, but Yvette had helped apply some soothing ointment and had wrapped the beaten breasts in protective bandages. Nicki turned her head so her blue eyes met with the loving gaze of her wife. Their hands drifted together tenderly, fingers wrapping in shared devotion.
Yvette spoke first, a cautiousness to her words, “So, how was it?”
Nicki smiled softly, clenching her wife’s hand, “Wonderful. Being your ‘Toy’ was so erotic. Better than even my original fantasy, and our guest was quite…engaging. My only complaint, what was up with that frozen thing you let her use on me? That was absolutely awful,” she said with a diffusing giggle.
Her wife laughed back, “What did you expect? I had to pay you back for last week when you convinced that cute barista that we brought home to shove ice cubes in my pussy.”
Nicki bit her lip remembering the delightful memory of Yvette’s shocked face that night. Her wife had been so well restrained, that all she had been able to do was plead and shriek as the ice cubes entered one by one, and the groans she made while the ice melted were absolutely divine. “I suppose that’s fair,” she reluctantly admitted. “All-in-all it was a nice night tonight. I was really impressed with Rene. From how you’ve talked about her over the years I was worried she’d be too timid, but she really got into it.” Nicki paused for a moment, a reflective look consuming her face as certain thoughts she wasn’t sure she wanted to share raced through her mind.
Yvette recognized the look, “So, then what has you so apprehensive?”
The blue-eyed member of the couple contorted her face as she considered how to broach the topic laying claim to her mind. With a sigh, she started, “You know that woman is madly infatuated with you?”
“I know, and I like her as well to be honest, but you’re my soulmate, so you needn’t worry,” Yvette assured her, somehow failing to understand, or maybe choosing to misunderstand, the real meaning of Nicki’s words.
“That’s not what I am worried about. I know I am yours and you are mine,” Nicki traced a hand across the soft skin of Yvette’s cheek. “I meant, what are you going to do now? You have to face her every day at work, and while I am more than open to having her join our fun again, you’re going to have to come clean. You’re going to have to explain that tonight was all just roleplay. That you were untruthful to her. That you, we, broke her trust in a way. You don’t think she’ll be mad that we lied to her? Used her for our kinky little game knowing she had feelings for you?”
Yvette’s silence said volumes. Nicki felt her aching chest tighten from something other than physical pain. She didn’t want to cause stress to her wife, but she also wanted to be more considerate of Rene. Nicki tried to think of a solution to her spouse’s conundrum. Nothing seemed to come to mind. Instead, Yvette spoke with deliberate words, “I’ll meet with her this weekend and lay it all out on the table. The roleplay, our kinks, our deception, my strong feelings for her, but also the limitations of those affections, and we will just see what she thinks.”
Nicki smiled at her wife. She pressed her body against Yvette’s, a small wince emanating for a brief second from the pain in her tender chest at the pressure. Recovering quickly, Nicki reassured her partner with confidence, “It’ll be okay. Hopefully, she’ll understand and maybe even become one of our long-term playmates. And if not, I’ll be there for you.” Nicki wrapped a hand about the back of Yvette’s head. The two embraced in a long passionate kiss.