Chapter 10

I didn’t bother going to dance class. They weren’t teaching anything I didn’t already know. For that matter, Faith didn’t attend either. It is where she went to find people not of her congregation that she could play with. She also used it as an excuse to leave the house and come back late while she scoured the bars for a playmate. Now that she is admittedly my bitch, she has no reason to go.

Wednesday, I have Rain beg off work for the afternoon. As one of my girls, she is the most experienced dom. I don’t tell Avery to come over, but given she has progressed to doing bondage every day, I am pretty sure she will show up, especially since what I give her is more intense than anything she had experienced before.

I invited Rain for two reasons. I do not like punishing people if they do not deserve it. Avery didn’t deserve it. She just needed somebody to teach her what bondage should be like and how to find a safe dom that could give her what she needed. Rain can do that better than me, which also means Rain can take care of her punishment. I also wanted to see if fear was one of the things that turned her on. The fact that she liked both bondage and humiliation but nothing else in the BDSM world suggested that it could be her strongest ardour, and she may not even know it.

At 3:30, which is about the time Avery normally gets home, I have Rain sit in the breakfast nook while I lean against the counter in the kitchen. My plan is to have Rain startle Avery. I realize that there is a big difference between startling and fear. A callow person tends to experience fear when startled, and that is why most people associate the two as being the same.

This time, when Avery knocks, I yell for her to come in. When I hear her enter, I call out, “I’m in the kitchen.” She enters the kitchen, unaware of Rain. The breakfast nook is situated so that her back is to it when she enters the kitchen, facing me. I comment, “I see you remembered your dress code.”

She is excited and anxious to get on with the fun. She hands me her diary, hoping to get the preamble over with as soon as possible. At the same time, she greets me, “Good day, Master. I hope you had a good day.”

That is when Rain speaks up, “You are right. Just a little work on her part and she will be covergirl material.” Avery almost jumps out of her skin and clutches her heart with her right hand.

If she were just an exhibitionist, then it would take a few minutes for the exposure to tantalize. If fear turns her on, it will be instantaneous. Fear is a factor, but not as much as I had hoped. Her nipples harden but not as much as I have seen her before. Her labia distend but only a little. If she is used to being startled, this may not be an accurate read, but it does tell me that fear does turn her on. She hasn’t mentioned it yet, but I guarantee that she thinks about being raped when she is tied up.

Avery covers her crotch and chest as best she can, saying, “Shit, you startled me. I didn’t know anybody was here.” She turns to leave, wanting to get her clothes.

I ask, “Where do you think you are going? Get back here and stop covering up. We both know how much you like exposing yourself to people.”

She is embarrassed that I would talk about her desires openly in front of a stranger. To Rain and I, having a naked woman walking around is normal. Rain stands up and comes over to be introduced. Avery drops her hands, but tries to get close to me, keeping her back to Rain, trying to hide her private Parts. It is a bit comical, but I don’t have the patience for it. I grab Avery by the shoulders and spin her around. “Avery meet Rain. Rain - Avery.”

Rain holds out her hand, and it takes Avery a moment to understand she is supposed to shake it. Rain states, “It is nice to meet you. You have been our primary topic of conversation today.”

Avery is nervous and doesn’t respond, but she is getting more excited. She looks back and forth between Rain and me, so I explain, “Rain is here to help you. She has been both a sub and a dom but prefers vanilla. Meaning she prefers regular sex. Since she is a woman and has been both, she can teach you a lot more than I can, so I thought it best that she helps out.”

Avery bites her lip and becomes fidgety. I laugh at her, “Oh, so now you are fine with her being here ... Change of plans, girls.” I take the diary from Avery. “I need to read this. Rain, you have 10 minutes to make her cum. Since you don’t know where any of the toys are, use her clothes to tie her up. Remember, she loves bondage and exposure. Stay indoors, but you can use the windows. Kids are walking home from school still. When she is done, get here dressed. Avery, when you are finished playing, phone home and tell your Mom that you will be staying at Tammy’s tonight so you can work on a school project.”

I sit at the table while the girls have their fun. It is difficult to read with the noise. It seems like Avery is always either moaning, squealing or screaming. It only takes a minute for me to read the entry. Her corrections were made, and the rest is sufficient. I watch the girls play in the living room. Avery is on the coffee table, and Rain has turned Avery’s shirt into a monoglove, binding her arms. Avery’s shorts are used as a cuff to secure her leg to the coffee table and her panties to secure the other leg. Rain has seen it all and can make do with the minimum of supplies.

While the girls play, I dig through some toys, looking for a suitable collar and leash for tonight. When I am satisfied, the girls are dressed and waiting at the door. I inform Avery, “This collar doesn’t denote ownership. It is just to mark you as mine for the night, so nobody else touches you.” I collar her and clip the leash on when I am finished. While I do this, I acknowledge that she is being a good girl and leave the butt plugs on the console table, by the door. I shoo them out the door.

We take Rain’s car. It is a BMW M2. We could have taken mine but mine is a SUV and I wanted Avery cramped in the back. There is so little room her legs have to hug Rain’s seat. There is no way to put her legs between the front and rear seats. When Avery asks where we are going I just tell her it is a surprise. I am maybe pushing her a little too much, but it doesn’t matter.

Since we will be busy, we stop at McD’s for a quick meal. Where we are going, they don’t serve food. I get Avery to slide in the booth before me trapping her in the seat. Rain heads to the counter and orders for us. I reach out and wrap my arm around Avery’s waist, bringing her in close, so our bodies mould into each other. I lean forward, and she comes the rest of the way for a kiss. As we kiss, I lower my hand and start undoing her shorts. Then I slide my hand into her panties. She tenses up and tries to pull away, but my arm warped around her, and the wall have something to say about that.

She is confused and doesn’t know what to feel. Half of her wants to run the other half is so hot she can’t walk if she wanted to. In the end, all she does is whisper, “Please.”

I comment, “You don’t even know what you are asking for, do you? Your hand pushing my chest is saying please stop. Your eyes are saying please take me now. and your dripping cunt is saying shove something in me, please.”

She bites her bottom lip and stops pushing. I decide it is my time to push. I stick my finger in her hot wet hole and rub her clit with my palm, not enough to get her off. I do it just enough to get my hand nice and wet with her juices. I pull my hand out of her shorts and bring my hand up to feed my fingers to her. “Clean them off with your tongue.” At first she hesitates so I warn. “Suck them now, or I will pull you out into the open for everybody to see your shorts falling off. She slow and sensually licks my fingers then sucks them as if trying to deep throat a cock. I leave my fingers in her mouth long after they are clean just so everybody can see. Thankfully we are hidden from the play area, so there are no kids around us.

When Rain comes back with the food, I slide over and give Avery some space. She goes to do up her shorts, and I stop her, placing my hand on hers and saying, “You don’t do anything without me telling you.” A shiver visibly shoots down her spine. The rest of supper, we act as nothing has happened. The three of us just talk like old friends. Rain knows not to talk about my girls. Instead, Rain guides the conversation to Avery, trying to draw as much information as she can about Avery and her family.

Rain is doing better than I thought she would. By the time we go to leave, Avery is so at ease she has forgotten her shorts are undone and will fall off if she stands up. I tease and pretended to slide out of my seat, and she follows. I stop, and she runs into me. I whisper, “Do up your zipper but leave the button undone. If your shorts fall off, oh well.”

I give her time to do the zipper up, then grab her leash and leave. Before we are out of the restaurant, her shorts have already started sliding off. Rain reaches over and puts her hand in the ass pocket of Avery’s shorts to hold them in place. Avery looks at her nervously, but she is biting her lip and doesn’t protest.

In the car, I comment, “I bet you didn’t realize you were that big of an exhibitionist, did you?”

“Fuck, that was hot. What is next?”

“I told you it was a surprise. I will say I’m going to push you even farther. I’m going to show you how much of an exhibitionist you are. Then maybe during the week while I am busy, Rain will take you into town for some fun.”

“I have to admit I don’t know what to think about going farther than that.”

“Well, you have a lot to think about after today. You may not know it, but your reaction to Rain when you arrived at my place told me how you have rape fantasies. The only question is, do you think about it every time you are bound up?”