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The Journey of Grace

By: -Ripley-



She looked again out her car window. The bar was still there just like the last time she looked. The question was still there too. Was she going to go inside? She had never done it before. Thought about it but never even come this far. She was not certain despite having driven an hour from her home. If she was going to do it, she certainly did not want to be recognized.

Looking down at her outfit, she was still surprised that she had the guts to even drive out of the garage. Black pretty much described her outfit. Black stiletto heels covered her feet in black stockings. A tight black skirt came down to mid-thigh. And a black leather vest that pushed up her already nice breasts, showing a fair amount of pale skin. A striking silver necklace and silver earrings set off the outfit, each accented with a silver spike. Her black hair was pulled back She felt like she hotter looking than ever before in her life. But still, she was undecided as to whether or not to do anything about it.

Finally, she opened the car door. If she didn't do something now, she wasn't going to do it; probably never would. And she wanted to. The forbidden fruit was there hanging before her and she wanted to know what it tasted like, even if only this time. Looking first both ways in a last moment of caution, she hurried across the street to the other side. Walking more slowly to the door, she didn't hesitate before entering. Too late for that, she was committed.

The noise from the bar hit her as she entered, as did the smells. Not that either were unpleasant, but they were strong compared to the relative quiet and freshness outside. But still she didn't hesitate, walking directly to the bar. Seeing an empty stretch, she moved to it and took up a place. She had decided that if she ever got the nerve to do this, she would never show that nerve had been a question. She was determined to be cool and collected.

Waiting for the bartender to get to her, she looked around casually. "So this is a lesbian bar," she thought to herself. And immediately she began to compare it to all of her expectations. She had known that it would not be something like the fantasies found in men's magazines. But still it did disappoint slightly in that it wasn't much different than any of the bars she had known before she was married. There were the same tables and chairs, and pool tables and pinball machines. All the basic elements of any other bar. 

But it was the dance floor that caught her eye. Here was the stuff of her dreams. Women together, dancing, showing their passion for each other. Of course it wasn't like they were having sex there. As she watched, however, she could see couples together, completely absorbed in one another. It was as if the rest of the world did not exist. She had seen that before between men and women but never between women.

"What will you have?" said a voice. Turning, she saw that the bartender was waiting in front of her, a pleasant looking older woman with a smile on her face.

She couldn't help but to smile back. "Well, I would love a good, meaty Cabernet, if you have one.” 

The bartender's grin grew wider. "I know just the thing. The vintage of choice myself," turning away for a minute as she poured the glass. 

Taking the brief opportunity to survey the room one more time, she knew that her friend online had given her the right lead. She wanted a place like this where she could feel comfortable. There appeared to be equal numbers of couples and single women. Yes, she already liked the place.

"Here you go. Shall I run a tab?" the bartender looked at her expectantly and then smile again as she nodded. "You know, I don't think that I have seen you here before. I'm Corky," offering her hand.

"Grace," she answered, taking it with a firm grip. "And no, I haven't been here before. A friend recommended it so I thought I would drop in and see if I like it." Grace laughed softly, "And so far, I do."

"Nice to meet you, Grace. And glad you like my place. I am the owner, as well as the bartender." Smiling once more, Corky excused herself to get another customer her order.

Taking her drink in hand, Grace turned again to look out into the bar. She lifted her glass to her nose. Closing her eyes, she inhaled to breath in the bouquet. Very promising, she thought and put the glass to her lips to take a small sip. Running it off her tongue, she let it touch every part of her mouth. Smiling as she realized that the promise equaled the reality. Opening her eyes so that she could turn to salute Corky, she almost bumped into the woman who had appeared next to her. Reacting quickly, Grace managed to keep from spilling any of the wine. Unable to help herself, Grace glared a bit at the woman.

"Oh gosh, I am sorry. I didn't mean to get in your way," the blonde blurted out. She stepped back a pace and almost bumped into the woman on the other side. Clearly embarrassed, she apologized again to the other woman and then turned back to Grace. She had a nervous look on her face. "Really, I am sorry about that."

Holding the glare just a bit longer, Grace took in the woman before her. Several years younger than her own 32, she was still probably in her mid-twenties. Maybe only 5 foot 2 or 3 inches, she was also shorter than Grace who was 5' 8". She was quite pretty and wore a cutaway white tank top and a pair of tight jeans. The white of her top contrasted nicely with her dark tan. And although she was blonde, it was the natural blonde of a woman who spent a lot of time in the sun.

"Stop apologizing, dear. No harm happened." Grace slowly spread her arms to show that nothing had spilled and that her drink was fine. Deciding to stop glaring, Grace gave her a small but friendly smile. She noticed how the blonde's eyes flicked down over her body every little bit, each time bringing out her nervousness just a bit. "Well, well," Grace thought. And here she had been wondering how to approach someone. It didn't look like it would be necessary. Maybe just like the chat room she visited, the moths would be drawn to the flame.

Grace stilled any further protests. "It looks like you are shy a drink. May I get you something, dear? I'm sorry but I haven't caught your name." Grace looked at the woman, her smile turning just a tad ironic.

"I'm Marie. My name is Marie," the woman blurted out, becoming more embarrassed as she realized how she probably sounded. "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you." She tentatively held out her hand to Grace.

Taking Marie's hand, Grace took it firmly in her own. Looking down at it as she held it for a few seconds then back up at Marie, she finally said, "You can call me Grace. All my friends do. I still don't know what you want, though." And she released her hand.

Marie looked panic stricken for a second and then, "What do I want? Oh, you mean to drink. Um, I would like a rose, please."

Grace had noticed that Corky had been the little by-play and nodded to her. Behind Marie's back, Corky winked at Grace and smiled in a conspiratorial manner, then went to pour the glass. Returning, Corky handed the glass to Grace rather than Marie. In a position where Marie could not see her face for a moment, Grace echoed the smile that Corky had given her.

"Here you go, dear," Grace said, handing Marie the glass of wine. Marie accepted it a nervous stream of thanks. Grace waved her to silence. "Tell me, dear, you seemed to think maybe I was asking something else when you first started to respond. What did you think that was?" At this point, Grace would know if Real Life was similar to the chat room. Online Marie would not be able to help herself, if she was what Grace thought, and hoped, she was. Would it be true here too? Grace's calm, collected gaze upon Marie did not betray the intense internal excitement that she felt.

"What I thought?" Marie repeated. She swallowed once before she remembered that she had her rose in hand. Taking a quick sip, she looked up over the rim at Grace. As she lowered the glass, Marie again swallowed. "Well, I though that you were asking me why I was there talking to you." She smiled a nervous half-smile at Grace, as if she had guessed an answer in class and half thought it would be wrong.

Banishing any butterflies in her stomach, Grace took the plunge. Holding out her hand to Marie, she said, "Why don't we sit down and you can tell me the answer to that question too." Grace held her hand out, knowing exactly how long she would keep it there. Marie had four seconds to make a move to take it, or the chance would be lost. Grace was going to keep control of any situation or it wasn't going to happen. But at the fourth second, Marie put her hand in Grace's and followed her to the table she had seen empty.

Against the wall, Grace was able to sit next to Marie and yet still be able to look out over the room. Although intrigued by Marie, Grace was not going to ignore any opportunities if she proved to be not what Grace expected. One thing Grace had learned online was to be choosy. Pleasure carelessly taken often ended up in not being pleasurable at all.

Grace calmly looked at Marie with expectation, putting her on the spot and giving no room for distraction. Marie found Grace's gaze to be somewhat hard to meet. It was easier to talk than to meet her eyes, even if the talking was difficult too.

"Well, I saw you when you came in through the door. And you looked so confident and beautiful, that I couldn't help but go on watching you as you moved through the room. I expected that you must have been meeting someone the way you walked through the room but then I saw that no one joined you. And I am not sure exactly why but I just got it into my head to meet you before anyone else had the chance." Marie stopped short as she finished and looked up to now meet Grace's eyes. She had that same unsure smile on her face.

"And why would you worry about whether or not you meet me first?" Grace asked in a low voice that forced Marie to lean in towards her. Grace still held Marie's hand and now covered it with her other one, softly tracing her nails along the back of it. 

Her eyes dropping to stare at the hand touching hers, Marie softly answered, "Because I wanted you to choose me." She swallowed again and then sipped from her wine.

Knowing that she needed Marie to acknowledge her desires openly, Grace against spoke in the low voice, "Choose you for what?" Her fingertips and nails traced up onto Marie's lower arm.

Marie shivered. She tried not to, but she couldn't help it. Her nipples were hardening and she could feel her puss. Just the beginning of moisture but it was there. "To be yours ... Ma'am." The last word came unbidden. But Marie knew the promise of the word that she had spoken. If Grace was what she thought, it was an offer most clear.

A small sound came from deep in Grace's throat. She understood all right. But she wasn't ready to take up the offer just yet. First she needed to qualify her .... applicant. Yes, that was the word. Looking away from Marie for a second, she could see two or three other women discreetly not looking at them but following everything. Each was attractive and each had a distinctive attitude that cried out sub to someone who knew how to read the sign. Her friend had been right. Although different in many ways, the attraction between the Yin and Yang of Domme and sub was as strong in Real Life as in the chat room.

The timbre of Grace's voice changed. "I understand, little one," she looked over at Marie. Her eyes were closed as she listened to Grace and felt her arm stroked by Grace. "But just because you were first to ask, doesn't mean that I am going to chose you." With that, Grace's fingers stopped moving and left Marie's arm. Marie's eyes blinked open, to look at Grace with almost desperation. It gave Grace a thrill down to her toes to be the object of it, but she continued.

"I find that it is best to be up front with ones desires than to allow misunderstandings lead to a less than enjoyable time. It is as important for me to understand what you desire as it is for you to fulfill mine." Grace looked into Marie's eyes and then began to stroke her arm again. "Tell me what you are looking for so that I will now if you are what I am."

Now that the offer was out there, Marie wanted it to be accepted. "I want what you desire, Ma'am. That is for you to decide." She cast her eyes down as she finished.

Grace frowned. "Not nearly good enough, little one. If I only wanted what I desired, I would not have asked. So don't try my patience with nonsensical answers. Tell me what you are looking for in a," she hesitated for a second, and then finished the sentence in an even lower voice, "Mistress." She again thrilled as she could feel a tremble in Marie's arm as she said the word.

Shifting a bit uncertainly, Marie looked down for a second and then met Grace's eyes. "I am looking for a M-Mistress who will control me; who will determine how and when I will have pleasure; and will allow me to please her, as she needs." She looked at Grace for approval.

Not betraying anything of her thoughts, Grace followed up with another question. "What about pain? Do you need correction?" Her tone left no doubt as to about what she was talking.

The question made Marie even more nervous. Her fingers played with her wine glass. A worried look came over her face. "Mistress will have to determine whether or not I deserve correction. But to be honest, Ma'am, I do not desire any and will try to please in all ways to avoid it. I understand that playing with fire can burn but I guess I just desire the heat and not the burn. But I accept that sometimes the burn will still occur."

Still Grace gave no reaction. "And what about humiliation? Do you need your Mistress to teach you your place in the world, through both words and actions?"

Now Marie looked as if she thought that she might have made a mistake. In a very quiet voice, she answered. "No, Ma'am. That is not what I am looking for. I know what you mean but I am looking to submit to a Mistress who will love me and let me show her my love and devotion." She made a move as if to get up.

Now Grace reacted. "Stay, little one. You have not made a mistake. I must explain. I am very choosy, but perhaps in a way that you did not expect. I know that some Mistresses look to inflict punishment. It is what gets their juices flowing. And others want to have basically a worm that will accept with adoration all types of abuse. And likewise there are subs who want nothing more than to find a Mistress like that. Personally, I find both proclivities to be unappealing, actually worse than that with the degradation. My opinion is that many subs will tell a Mistress what they want to hear but then their own desires will come to the fore as time goes on. Since I have no desire to engage in punishment for my own pleasure or to humiliate someone, I need to feel confident that anyone I ... take on, shall we say, is also not of that inclination. I try not to impose judgments but simply feel that it is better that like find like."

Smiling broadly at Marie, Grace slide one hand under the table to stroke her thigh while her other hand continued to play with Marie's hand and arm. "Little one, I think that you and I are complementary in what we are seeking. I want someone who I can control in order to bring to new heights of pleasure, for both her and me. I require obedience, absolute without question. And while sometimes I will bring some discomfort on the way to that pleasure, I try at all times to avoid giving pain."

Looking into Marie's eyes, Grace continued. "As for punishment, I prefer never to have to resort to it. I recognize that it could be necessary in some instances, but I will never happily inflict it. And if it seems like it would be necessary often, I would prefer to just go my separate way. I have no desire to break a wild mare." In Marie's look, Grace could see that her worry and doubt was being replaced with relief. 

Even so subtly, Marie shifted position. It was a very little move, yet it brought her within Grace's circle. She was making her choice as Grace was accepting it. Again out of the periphery of her sight, she could see the other girls turning away. One sighing. Another frowning, a whinny pout. Chuckling to herself inside, Grace pulled Marie a little closer. Raising her glass to Marie, she said, "To discovering our symbiosis." She enjoyed the growly taste of the Cab as it entered her mouth. She could feel her heart beating faster. At last, she was going to know what it really felt like to have someone submit herself to her desires. Would it match up to her dreams? Or would it turn out that the fantasy-life online would turnout to be more to her tastes.

A new song started up. Grace recognized it as an old favorite, "Linger" by the Cranberries. Pulling Marie up by the hand, she said, "Dance with me, little one!" Swiftly walking to the dance floor, they came together. The sensuous tones of the song were perfect for the feeling of the moment. Being held by Grace, Marie listened to the words of the song and realized that although they might not be intentional, they held meaning never the less. 

"You know I'm such a fool for you. You got me... You got me.... You got me wrapped around your finger. Do you have to let it linger," pulsed the words in her mind as Marie felt Grace confidently hold her. Their bodies molded one to the other. "Yessss," whispered Marie to her Mistress' ear as Grace pulled her close. Already the feeling of Grace's hands on her was lighting her on fire. More and more, Marie tried to light the same fire within her Mistress. Twisting so that her back was facing Grace, Marie leaned back to her. Her ass rubbed against Grace's crotch, hoping that her Mistress wanted her equally.

And so did Grace. Though she was still carefully hiding it, she had never before danced with a woman in this way. Occasional dances in her single day when she was out with friends but never in a way intended to cause the other desire. Without thought, her hands were free with Marie's body. She let her hand slide up along her blouse, hard enough that it slipped up revealing some of her tanned belly.

Fingertips touched the sides of Marie's breasts as Grace pulled Marie back against her body. Her lips brushed against first her ear and then her neck. Inhaling, Grace could smell the feminine scent of Marie. Now pressing against her, Grace's lips touched Marie's cheek.

Consumed with the touch of her Mistress, Marie turned her head so that her lips could meet Grace's. She could feel sparks as their lips came together. Her back arched and head leaned back onto Grace's shoulder to give her Mistress better access to her mouth. As Grace's fingertips traveled back down Marie's body, the tip of Grace's tongue reached out to just lightly stroke Marie's lips. Sighing, Marie's parted, hoping that her Mistress would take advantage of her offering and enter her mouth. Instead Grace's tongue traced the oval made by her lips. Marie let one of her arms drift back to grasp behind Grace's neck, pulling herself more firmly into Grace. She opened her mouth wider.

With bold confidence, Grace's tongue thrust into Marie. Stroking along the top of her mouth, the tongue sought to explore. It wanted to know Marie. Each thrust discovered another place to savor; along Marie's teeth; under her tongue; one cheek, then the other. Each thrust said, "You are Mine!" And Marie loved it. Her lips closed around Grace's tongue, sucking on it as it made its strong thrusts into her mouth.

All of a sudden Grace realized that the music was trailing off in the end of the song. Their display was now becoming even more noticeable than during the song. Determined to maintain her control over the situation, Grace allowed the kiss to continue even as the music stopped. Grace's hands supported Marie as she leaned against her though Marie's gyrations were no longer to the song. Just as it seemed that Marie would make a move to go beyond the kiss, Grace pulled away. Her eyes were open, watching Marie. 


The Journey of Grace Ch. 02



Memories of last night came unbidden to her mind. Not that Grace tried hard as she unloaded the dishwasher. They were far too pleasurable to keep away.

Her first time going to a lesbian bar... letting the Domme side of her loose in Real Life rather than keeping it hidden... and her first time with a submissive. She could hardly believe it. Yet she knew they were real. She could still feel Marie's kisses. Smiling, Grace could feel them everywhere Marie had kissed.

As she put a glass away, she thought back, remembering as they walked up to Marie's car. Grace remembered how she had reached for Marie, pulling Marie against her body, lips descending upon lips. The feeling of Marie's mouth yielding to hers sending a thrill up Grace's spine. Knowing that for tonight at least, she belonged to Grace. Marie had moaned as Grace's tongue explored her mouth, flicking against her own tongue. The two tongues dancing as the two of them had danced shortly before. Then parting, with regret yet anticipation, for they would soon be by themselves.

Getting into her car to follow Marie, Grace silently said to herself, "I hope you know what you are doing," then laughed as she recognized the idiocy of the statement. She did know and at that moment she didn't care if there were any consequences. She had wanted this for too long and there was no going back now.

Stacking up some more glasses, Grace remembered how cute Marie was in her nervousness at the door to her apartment. She had fumbled at the lock before getting it open and inviting her in. As Grace had walked in, Marie had delicately sunk to her knees. "Welcome to my home, Mistress," Marie had told her. Grace's hand brushed against Marie's cheek as she smiled at her. 

"Thank you, little one," Grace had replied. After asking permission, Marie had taken Grace's coat, not in small part because she wanted to look at the One to whom she had submitted that night.

"You look stunning, Ma'am. I love the skirt and the vest. You look so... well You look like a dream Domme," Marie said with a little smile. Grace found that little smile entrancing. Taking Marie's hand, Grace had led her into the living room.

Reaching high to put a serving bowl away, Grace could feel her clothes touching her body. Her bra brushing against her body. The tightness of her jeans against her mound. Closing her eyes, she could see Marie in front of her. "Dance for Me," Grace had told her. And she did. She had put k.d. lang on, Constant Craving. Marie's body had swayed for her. Dancing for Grace and only for Grace.

Turning her back to Grace, she let the music take over her body. Marie's hands stroked her sides, then her back. Then they went lower, over her beautiful bottom encased in the tight jeans. Slowly, Marie had bent, her hands sliding down her legs. Softly tossing her head, her blonde hair was a cascade that fell downward. Then she stood up, and twirled around. Her hair was tousled as the music slowly ended. As the next song started, Marie reached down and pulled out her shirt. Her eyes on Grace's, she pulled it up over her head. Her long blonde hair trailing through the hole as she lifted her head, eyes still locked on Grace's.

Without ever looking away, she had unbuttoned her jeans. As she tugged on the waist, the zipper slowly came undone. Ever so slowly, she inched her jeans down. Somewhere along the way in, she had lost her shoes. She gracefully lifted out one foot, then the other. Standing up straight and slowly turning around for Grace, she asked, "Does Mistress like?"

As she placed a plate in cupboard, Grace whispered what she had said the night before, "Oh yes, I like." She had very much enjoyed the fit body of her little submissive. She remembered how Marie had looked after she had knelt in her bra and thong before her. Looking up at her, Marie had asked how she should serve her Mistress. 

Slowly pressing the front of her jeans against the counter, Grace thought about how Marie had carried out her order to undress her Mistress. She could feel the brush of Marie's fingers as she had slowly undone the black leather vest. After each button, Marie had leaned forward to touch the newly exposed skin with a kiss. One on this side... One on the other. Then Marie's fingers touching her belly as she moved around behind her. Just a simple caress, but it had been long, drawn out. Just as they had the night before, Grace's eyes closed at the memory.

Then the kisses on her neck, as Marie slipped the vest off of her. A little tongue caressing the nape of her neck. Feeling Marie's hot breath against her. How her lips had followed down along one shoulder. Without thought Grace put back one of her hands behind Marie's head, fingers slipping into her hair. Slowly Marie had slipped from Grace's grip as she made her way down her Mistress' spine. Each vertebra receiving a soft kiss on the center, on the left side, then the right.

Pausing in her housework, Grace stood transfixed as her mind relived the path. Someone watching her would have wondered what so completely occupied her. Not that Grace would have noticed. Her mind traveled back so that it felt as if she was there again being worshiped by her Marie.

As Marie had lowered the vest, she had again sunk to her knees. Only this time, she was behind her Mistress. Marie's hands went around her to the buckle for the skirt. Kissing the small of her Mistress' back, she had undone it and let it loosen. It slowly dropped to the ground and then Grace had taken control of the moment again. She stepped out of the skirt and in so doing, took one stride away from Marie, then turned to face Marie.

Smiling at herself, Grace remembered where she was, in her house, in her kitchen. Even as she went back to putting away each dish, she could still feel the excitement pulsing through her veins. And thinking about how Marie had reacted when she turned made the smile grow bigger.

A gasp had escaped Marie as she looked upon her Mistress. She looked so beautiful and powerful to Marie. Even though she was a somewhat older than Marie, Grace's breasts were still firm and full. And now they were exposed to Marie and her mouth watered to taste them. The desire in her eyes shown through to Grace and Grace in turn felt her own desire fired by the knowledge that Marie' was hers to use as she wanted.

On their own, Marie's eyes had drifted downward to take in the rest of Grace's body. The efforts that Grace had taken to stay fit were paying off. Marie's lust grew as her eyes rested on her Mistress' mound, still covered by small black panties. Marie longed to lean forward and kiss Mistress there but knew that she was not allowed to do so with permission. Without realizing it, Marie licked her lips as she thought about the moment when she would be given permission.

Then Marie's focus widened and she noticed that rather than wearing normal hose, her beautiful Mistress was wearing black garters with silver clasps for her dark stockings. Marie's moistness grew, especially when she looked again at the stiletto heels and pointed toe of Grace's pumps. "Oh, god," she had thought. She had such a thing for feet and shoes. 

Taking out the silverware basket from the dishwasher, Grace turned to move to their drawer. Listening to the clink of the forks and knives as she put each one away, she felt again the power of knowing who she was. She was a Domme. She felt pride in having read her little submissive, just as she had been able to read those she met online. Knowing what they needed, let her bring them to heights that stroked her own passion and increased the pleasure for both. And so it had been with Marie.

Grace had seen the fascination that Marie had for her leather pumps. And she intuitively knew how she wanted to use it. Thinking back, she caught her reflection on a knife. Even partially distorted, she recognized the look of domination that she now had. Her throat was dry as she remembered how she had sat down in the chair behind her. How Marie's eyes followed her foot as she crossed one delicately over the other.

"Crawl to Me, little one," Grace had told her. Her own petals had grown damper as she watch Marie go onto her hands and knees and then move forward. Marie's eyes rose to look into her Mistress' but they shone with submission. They cried out to Grace that she belonged to Mistress to use as Mistress wished. When she came near, Grace asked, "Do you like My shoes, little one?"

"Mmmmm, I do Mistress!" Marie had replied. Grace knew that as she relived the experience, she was letting her mound brush against the drawer. It was just light pressure but it felt so good as she thought back. How Marie's desire to kiss and adore her foot was barely held in check by her submission. The eagerness with which that she waited had sparked Grace's own need for Marie.

"You want to kiss them, don't you?" Grace asked in a husky voice.

With lust filling her reply, Marie had replied "Please, Mistress. Yes! Let me worship You!"

Feeling the edge of the drawer, Grace slowly rose up on her toes to let it draw a line down the center of her mound. The pleasure that it brought was but a faint echo of what she had felt as Marie responded to her Mistress' slow nod of permission. It wasn't so much Marie's touch but that feeling of control. Hers. Marie was Hers. Even though Grace had known then, as she did now, that it was just something temporary, for that moment, for that night, Marie belonged to her.

Laughing softly at herself, Grace had to admit that the touch was pretty nice too. Marie's tongue had flicked against both the pump and Grace's skin. Each little flick was followed up by a kiss. Or was it the other way around? It didn't take long for Grace to lose track. As Marie kissed and licked at her foot, she also brushed her cheek against the shoe. She felt the leather against her. She breathed in the smell. She could smell the leather. She could smell the foot, not some nasty sweaty foot but almost pure in its naturalness. And faintly, she could smell her Mistress' wetness. Smiling inwardly, she thrilled to know that she was causing that in her Mistress. All the feelings somehow got wrapped up together inside her. Not even knowing it herself, Marie's hips began to flex. Each little movement brushed her thong against herself, feeding the lust Marie felt.

With a little bit of difficulty, Grace pulled herself away from the silverware drawer. Even as she remembered where she was, the thought of Marie's lips moving higher to her ankle couldn't be erased from her mind. How they had run along the strap there. Nor could she stop herself from squeezing her legs together as she felt again the little bite that Marie had made just over the buckle. Her mind was full of the image of Marie's dewy eyes looking up at her with lust and adoration.

Turning around, Grace rested against the counter. Ignoring the parts of her body that were on fire, she controlled her desire. "I am Domme. I am always in control," she thought. But she thought back on how difficult it could be to maintain the control.

At that moment the night before, Grace had wanted to just spread her legs wide and let Marie come up to her mound and make her cum. But breathing in slowly, Grace had instead reached down and let her fingers tangle in Marie's hair. Holding Marie back with her hair, Grace had lifted her crossed leg and put it down and then spread both legs wide. She could feel Marie quivering, almost pulling against her to reach between her Mistress' legs, almost but not quite. 

Her voice low and soft, Grace had asked, "Is this what you want, My little one? Do you want to lick Me here?" As she spoke, Grace's other hand brushed against her panties. Her moist petals had made the black fabric even darker with their wetness. With one finger she pulled the panties aside, showing Marie her petals.

"Yes, yes, yes. Let me make You cum, Mistress," Marie almost whined. Her tongue flicked along her lips as she looked up into Grace's face with lust filled eyes.

Smiling at Marie, Grace had let one finger run along a petal. Raising it to Grace's own lips, she extended her tongue and licked off her cream. "Mmmmm, maybe I should just make you watch?" At that, Grace took her finger back and slipped it between her at the base of her petals and then moved it upwards.

"No, please, Mistress. Let me please you!" But still though she wanted so much to plunge her face up into her Mistress' beautiful pussy, Marie barely held back. Somewhere deep, Marie loved the way that she was being controlled. She was begging her Mistress not to be allowed to cum herself, but to be allowed the privilege of making Mistress cum. She knew that if asked to choose at that moment, she would much rather give her Mistress pleasure than be pleased. It confirmed who she was, a submissive who was incomplete without her Domme. The pleasure that the feeling brought was more than that of a mere orgasm. Certainly it was rarer. And it was something that was incomprehensible to most of her friends.

For her part, Grace had sensed what was passing through Marie's mind. And though she loved the tease, she was also not cruel. A day later, Grace laughed a little at herself as she thought about it. "I am just too nice, allowing her to make Me cum." 

Relaxing her grip on Marie's hair, Grace hissed, "Make Me cum, My little slut."

Hearing that word spoken by someone else might have upset Marie. But here and spoken by Her, it thrilled her. Her body felt a shock of pleasure through her. She knew that she was a slut, a slut for Her. She delighted in the knowledge that she was being used to please her Mistress. 

Marie moved forward, ignoring the feeling of her hair being pulled as her quickness surprised Grace. If anything that slight abuse of her, increased Marie's excitement. It wasn't that she wanted pain but somehow it reminded her who she belonged to. The feeling was unlike any that Marie had felt before. Her tongue eagerly lapped along the petals covered by Mistress' cream. Then her tongue dipped in between them to get more. The taste was wonderful. The scent enveloped her.

As her memories swelled, Grace gave in as she had known she would. Her hand slipped into her pants as she relived how Marie had made her feel. One finger circled her hard clitty just as Marie's tongue had circled it. Then Marie had flicked her tongue against it, each time feeling the jerk it sent through her Mistress' body. 

Even as her mind started to grown dim from the pleasure, Grace moved one foot between her little slut's legs. Her pleasure was the most when she was giving as well as receiving. Giving pleasure was the ultimate in being in control, much more than receiving it. At that moment she knew that if forced to choose between the control and cumming she would pick the control. The pleasure that sang through her mind and body was more intense than the physical touches that Marie was giving her, no matter how heavenly they felt. It rang through her mind, "I am Domme." So few could understand what it truly meant.

As Marie thrust her tongue deep into her Mistress, she could feel herself pushing against Mistress' foot. The thought of that beautiful foot touching her... how Mistress was choosing to please her. How that must mean she is pleasing Her. Marie's tongue sought Grace's very depths. Her desire to make Mistress cum overriding all other ideas, even her own pleasure became slightly remote even as it grew. Only Mistress mattered...

Her hands again in Marie's hair, Grace pulled her against her mound. The feeling of Marie's worship was bringing her closer and closer. And she could tell that the same was true of Marie. As she felt herself near the crest, Grace opened her eyes wide to look down to see Marie staring back up at her. Eyes locked, Grace whispered "cum now, little one, cum with Me!"

The wave broke over them at the same time. Grace thrust her hips hard into Marie's face. She ground her mound against that pleasure giving mouth. She felt Marie's tongue reach deeper than ever before. Without even knowing it, she was crying "Oh My God" again and again. Her other leg had wrapped itself over Marie's back, pulling Marie against her.

Even as she felt her own orgasm burst, part of Marie couldn't stop. Mistress was what mattered. Her pleasure. 

Marie's body took the orgasm and loved it. That it was Mistress giving it made it unbelievably intense but above that was the knowledge that she was making Mistress cum! Her mind fixed on that and then Marie felt it merge into the orgasm and it built again and she felt herself cumming again as she heard the mews and cries of her Mistress' own second orgasm.

Slowly they both felt it ebb. The rush replaced by contentment. But even more, it was the shared experience. The submission and the Domination. How one had served the other. Grace felt the bond even as it made her slightly nervous. Marie was hers. Then she pushed the thought out of her mind. Tonight was just about tonight.

Smiling, she looked down at her little one. Marie was resting against her leg. Her mound still softly moving against Grace's foot. Marie smiled back up as she daintily licked the nectar from her face. Then she lowered her face back down to between her Mistress' legs to clean her. Carefully she made sure that she didn't miss any of the delicious cream. She loved the little sighs of contentment that Mistress made.

"That is a wonderful sound, Mistress," Marie said happily. Then she lifted herself off that foot that had given such pleasure to her. With an impish grin, she told her Mistress, "Oh my, I have made a mess of your foot. I should clean up after myself."

And with her tongue, Marie again gave her Mistress' foot loving attention. She tasted different from Mistress but her own taste was mixed with some from Mistress' foot and from Her shoe. It wasn't quite as nice as Mistress Herself, but nice still.

Patting her lap Grace watched Marie finish cleaning off her foot and shoe, she told Marie, "Come sit on My lap and let Me cuddle you." From the huge smile on Marie's face, Grace knew that she had again seen the right thing to do. As Marie settled against Grace, her head on Her shoulder, Marie sighed with happiness.

"you know, that is a wonderful sound!" Grace said as she laughed softly.

As she heard the garage door beginning to open, Grace turned back to the dishes that needed to be loaded into the washer. Sighing not quite as happily as the night before, she forced the memories from her mind. She had taken a step down a road last night. Was it a dead end or was it a new journey in her life. She still didn't know. She didn't even know for sure what the next step was.

But as she started putting the first dish in the washer, she heard her own voice deep inside her whispering something that was more than just a phrase. It was her identity now even if she tried suppressing it.

"I am Domme."



The Journey of Grace Ch. 03



This story is dedicated to My loving pet. As we come close to O/our third year together, O/our love and dedication remain strong. This story is not about U/us but she inspires Me in writing it. Thank you for giving yourself to Me, My little slave!

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As she parked in front of the bar, Grace thought about whether or not she wanted to go in to it. It had been over three months since she first started visiting it. With the increasing frequency of her husband's business trips, she had been able to go there about ten times. Not quite enough to be considered a regular, but getting close.

This was, however, her first visit since Marie had forced the issue both had ignored from almost the start. Grace had seen it coming, even as she didn't know how to respond. Marie needed to belong to her Mistress. Being submissive was who she was, not a game that she could put away when it was inconvenient. Grace had seen the need, understood it, and known that is was growing. 

When they met for the last time, Marie was almost shaking. In her heart, she wanted nothing more than to belong to Mistress Grace. She was close to falling deeply in love with her. But Mistress wasn't able to give Marie what she needed. She couldn't own her. She was married. Her moments with Marie were stolen away from the normalcy of her life. She lived her life up until those two months ago in one pattern, content but not necessarily happy.

Marie didn't fit into that pattern. She disrupted it. And Grace wasn't ready to break that pattern and choose a different life. She loved her husband, even if it wasn't an all consuming passion, and had never been one. Her relationship with her parents was a strong one but this was so different than anything that they had experienced, she had no idea how they might react. 

Despite the tugging of Grace's heart, she didn't want anything to change. She wanted her life and she wanted Marie. She knew deep down she was Domme. But even knowing that was not enough. It was like she kept who she was in a cage, ready to be released when the circumstances were right. And the rest of the time she still lived the life of the Grace everybody thought they knew. Wife, co-worker, boss, friend, daughter. It wasn't perfect, but she had long since come to accept that life wasn't perfect and to be satisfied with what she had because it was good enough.

Except Marie couldn't be satisfied with that. She didn't have that other life to hide behind. Even at her young age, she knew who she was and had accepted it. She didn't want to hide who she was. She had endured pain to arrive at that acceptance. 

Telling her parents that she was gay took more courage that she would have believed. Shattering their image of her. Taking away their dreams of her future in a conventional lifestyle. But while she expected that to be hard, the worst was when they ignored her. They treated her like a child who couldn't understand.  It was a phase or she was just confused. If she pressed, then they reacted with anger falling back on their religious beliefs. They made Marie feel as if they thought she was evil and destined for Hell unless she changed her "choice." And finally made it clear that if she didn't change her mind about being gay, she wouldn't have a place in their lives.

And for a time, Marie gave in to them. She pretended to be someone else. To keep her family happy she went out with a few boys. One in particular was nice enough and persistent enough to get to take her virginity. But even though it had been pleasant, it was missing something for her.  Marie couldn't find a connection with him and he sensed it. He drifted away and she just didn't try to replace him with anyone else. She knew that she couldn't live a false life pretending to be straight. It didn't just hurt her, more importantly it would hurt the guy too. 

Instead she accepted loneliness. She couldn't be straight and she couldn't be gay. Her thoughts and desires were kept locked up. Other than dating, she tried to be all the things that her parents wanted her to be. But it was like a hole inside of here. Her parents wouldn't even realize how they made it bigger. There would be little comments about gays when they were watching the news or TV shows. Their comments took away any hope of things changing. 

The bigger the hole got, the more Marie felt like it was going to consume her. Her life grew more and more dark. Just getting out of bed in the morning was a shear act of will.  The pain she felt seemed without end. Until one night she finally actively contemplated the thought that had been in the back of her mind for a long time. Was it even worth living?

Marie had sat and stared at the razor blade on the desk in front of her. She barely even remembered buying it. It hadn't been a plan. It wasn't like she had thought, "Okay, I am going to kill myself. What do I need?" Somehow it had just ended up in the things she had bought one day. And then she had stuck it away in her desk upon getting home. It had just sat there for some time, ignored like so many other things.

Her mind had been filled with so many thoughts of the pain she was enduring. The thought of removing the pain felt so welcome. She tried to imagine a pain-free life. It seemed so wonderful, so attractive. She had picked up the blade and touched one end of it to her wrist. There was a spark of pain as it nicked her. She lifted it up and looked down at her wrist, seeing the little drop of blood there.

As she stared at it, a little flame flickered inside her that pushed the darkness slightly away. It was anger. Anger at her parents for causing this pain. Anger at the world for making it hard on who she was. Anger at whatever or whoever it was that had made her this way in the first place. And finally anger at herself for accepting the pain. She didn't want to die. The thought, seductive before, just fanned the flame and made it grow.

It had been the pivotal moment in Marie's life. She chose to accept who she was and then the consequences. She moved out and for a time, her parents completely cut off contact with her. It was extremely painful for her because she had always been very close with them. Not having their presence in her life left a void but she couldn't turn away from her path. After a year or so, it became apparent that they too felt the void because first her mother started to contact her, then her father. Over a period of time, a relationship was reestablished between Marie and her parents. It didn't return to the closeness of before but they were part of her life again. 

It had changed her though. After all the pain she had been through, she wasn't going to pretend to be something she wasn't. Even as she discovered the world of D/s and the submissive side to herself, she embraced it, never hiding it. But she didn't flaunt it either because it was just who she was. 

So Marie had gone to Grace a final time. Even as she couldn't hold back the tears, Marie had not asked Grace to choose. She simply explained what she needed; that she needed to be owned by her Mistress. The feeling of being controlled was not about sex but about being safe and secure. Being owned meant knowing that she was accepted and loved without threat of having that love withdrawn.

And as much as it broke Grace's heart at the same time, she couldn't give Marie what she needed. Grace's journey had been different than Marie's. She was still finding her way and still not certain what path she would tread. The only firm thing in her mind was that she wasn't ready to walk away from the life she had been living. And so with tears they had parted, feelings still there but knowing that they would have to let them go.

And now three weeks later, Grace felt ready to go back to the bar. Before it was too raw. If she saw Marie, Grace would not have known what to do. Now Grace thought she could handle it even if Marie was with someone. 

As she got out of the car, Grace looked at herself in the reflection on her window. She brushed a hair into place and straightened her leather jacket. She had treated herself while she was moping over the loss of Marie. Buying a leather jacket and matching leather pants was an indulgence but looking at the effect with her white halter top, Grace was glad she had. 

"At least I don't look like I am in mourning," Grace thought as she walked briskly up into the bar. The closer she came to the door, the more she let this new side of her out. By the time she was opening the door, she felt that sense of confidence and of being in control come over her. Stepping in, she looked casually around the room but didn't take the time to really see who all was there.

But Corky was behind the bar, as she was most nights. Grace smiled with pleasure. She maneuvered through the crowd and made her way over there. Seeing her coming, Corky smiled too. She didn't always like her customers but Grace was one of the nice ones. As Grace got there, Corky leaned over the bar and gave her a little hug. Grace smiled as she felt Corky's lips briefly touch her cheek and turned her head enough that she could return it.

Corky reached down to pick out a particular bottle of wine from beneath the bar. "Hey you! It is good to see you. I have something that I have been saving for you. This is a lovely Cab that a friend shared with me the other day. When I tasted it, I thought of you."  

Smiling to herself, Grace realized that Corky had truly moved beyond acquaintance to friend. She thanked Corky and reached across to squeeze her hand. Grace watched Corky as she opened up the bottle. She was efficient and graceful as she handled the bottle, swiftly drawing out the cork. Offering it to Grace, Corky grinned as Grace's eyebrows went up as she sniffed it. "If you think that is nice, just wait," Corky laughed.

As Corky poured the glass in front of her, Grace admired the ruby color of it. They shared a love of strong red wines and had yet to find one that they didn't both like. She was delighted when Corky poured a small one for herself. She didn't often drink while working the bar but Corky wanted to enjoy this treat with her friend.

"Salute," they both said as they touched glasses with a smile. Grace brought the glass up to her nose gently swirling it. She caught a whiff which let her know that the promise would be fulfilled. Then breathing in she enjoyed the full bouquet that the wine had. It was rich with hints of fruit but not overwhelming. Closing her eyes in pleasurable concentration, she took her first little sip. Rolling it over her tongue, Grace could taste the fullness of the wine. It was an elegant wine with hints of cassis and maybe even mint. She sighed as she swallowed it.

Grace praised Corky's judgment and taste in wine as the two of them enjoyed it together. She knew that it was the right thing to have come back. Grace felt so comfortable here. But still her mind felt a little twinge remembering that part of what had made it her place was that she had shared it with Marie.

Something of that thought must have been visible on her face because Corky looked at her with a caring air. "I missed seeing you here. I was starting to think that you wouldn't be back. And I wouldn't have liked that."

"Awww, thanks Corky." Grace was touched and raised her glass to Corky.

"Well, hun I know about you and Marie. She told me when she started coming back two weeks ago. She said that she didn't want me to think that she was being disloyal." Corky looked off past Grace. Her eyes focused on where she was looking.

Slowly Grace turned. Looking in the same direction, she could see what Corky wanted her to see. Marie was there, with her back turned to Grace. She was sitting close to another woman who had her hand on the back of Marie's neck, fingers playing in her hair. Grace could see that it wasn't just a casual caress. The woman's hand never lessened her hold on Marie. And her fingers would occasionally tug on Marie's hair. It was clear that she was letting Marie know who was boss.

In Grace's mind, she could hear her voice scream at the other woman. "She is Mine! Get your hands off My girl!" The rage rose until she could taste it. She had known it would be hard when she saw Marie, but Grace hadn't expected quite this. Grace could feel the brittleness of the glass in her hand and knew that she was close to shattering it. Carefully she took a breath and fought down the rage.

"No, she isn't. You wouldn't claim her," Grace thought to herself and took a breath. "You turned her away." Another breath.

"She isn't yours," and the thought echoed in Grace's head. "She isn't yours."

Grace turned back to Corky. Corky was carefully watching her. Smiling a small smile at her, Grace softly said, "I'm okay .... It's okay." With only Corky able to see her face, Corky was the only one who saw how the last deep breath was shaky as it went in. Only Corky saw that the shining of Grace's eyes was unshed tears rather than just the way the lights hit her eyes. And only Corky saw how as Grace let out her breath, she was back under control and when she blinked the shining was gone.

Grace took another small sip of the wine and focused on the taste rather than her thoughts. Looking up finally at Corky, they exchanged smiles of friendship. One said, "oh well" and the other "I'm sorry." Nothing much more needed to be said. Sensing the Grace wasn't ready to talk, Corky slipped away to take an order.

Turning again, Grace leaned back against the bar. This time she didn't look back to where Marie was. Swirling the wine gently in the glass, she took in the room. It was busy but not overly so. Various couples danced on the dance floor. For a while she just enjoyed watching them. Even after having been there as often as she had, she found it surprisingly nice to know that here it was okay for two women to dance together and hold each other in ways that would have raised eyebrows elsewhere. Or if not eyebrows, then drawn unwanted attention from men who found it exciting and thought maybe they wanted someone to join them. At Corky's place, the women could just enjoy being together without that type of stress.

Unable to stop herself, every once in a while, Grace's eyes flicked over to where Marie was sitting. But once she saw Marie, Grace pulled her eyes away almost immediately each time. As time went on, she was doing it less and less.

Hearing Corky come back, Grace turned again. "Could I have another glass of that?" she asked.

As she filled Grace's glass, Corky asked, "You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I knew that there was a fairly good chance that she would be here," Grace's head moved just a little to indicate Marie. "But even know that, I still wanted to come here. I missed being here." She smiled at Corky. "Besides you, I had made a number of friends here and I want to keep them!"

Grace's eyes dropped for a second, and then she looked up at Corky. "You know hun, I tried to be good to her." Corky could see the shining in Grace's eyes as she spoke. "And I guess being good to her meant letting her go when I couldn't be what she wanted."

"I know," Corky softly said, "I know. And so does she. You were good to her."

Excusing herself, Corky went to help another customer. Grace realized that she needed to use the restroom. She let Corky know and then headed over to it. She smiled when she lucked out and was able to get in and out without much of a wait. It wasn't like that on the really busy nights. But as she came out, she almost bumped into Marie as she was trying to get in.

Marie almost froze as she realized who she had just about run into. "Oh, ummmmm, I'm sorry Mis..... Ma'am. I didn't see anyone coming out. I, ummmm....."

"It's okay, I should remember how that door swings in like that," Grace answered. Grace could feel her Domme self coming to the fore. Her mind softly whisper "always in control." She smiled with just a bit of reserve at Marie. "How are you doing?"

"Fine, Ma'am. I have been fine," Marie found it hard to look at Grace and for the most part looked down as she spoke. 

Suddenly they were interrupted as the woman Marie had been with came up behind her. Grace could see her face now. Grace hadn't spoken much with her before but knew who she was. Alice was another Domme but one that liked to show that she was in control much more than Grace felt necessary. As if to emphasize Grace's thought, Alice's hand appeared again on Marie's neck.

Looking at Grace as she spoke, Alice asked, "Everything okay, baby?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Marie replied. "It is. I just bumped into ..." Her voice trailed off as she couldn't think of how to refer to Grace.

"Hey Grace," Alice said in a way that some almost seemed a challenge to Grace. But Grace didn't want to rise to it. She didn't care for Alice, even before this, but Grace had made her decision and that wasn't going to change.

"Hello Alice. No harm done, she didn't really bump into me. We were just saying hello. Now if you will pardon me." Grace walked past as Alice used her grip on Marie's neck to pull her back and out of the way.

Grace could feel eyes from around the room on her as she came back to the bar. More than one time since she had been frequenting the bar, there had been a fight between past and present lovers. It wasn't that anyone wanted to see a fight, but they were aware of the potential. On every previous visit to the bar, Grace and Marie had been clearly together and just as clearly they were not now. Alice had a reputation too and had been in one of the fights that Grace had witnessed.

"You handled that nicely," Corky said as Grace returned. "That Alice can be a bitch. I don't think my suggestion about treating Marie nice would go that far with her. But she is a customer and she has never done anything to make me throw her out."

"She isn't worth my time. Marie is though," Grace said with fire in her eyes. "I didn't like the way she was grabbing her but that is her style. I have seen it before. And Marie didn't object. But even though we may not be together, I will make Alice regret it if she hurts Marie for real." 

"I know you will." Corky agreed. "And you know something, I think that Alice does too. I noticed she didn't really push like she can. I think she stayed well within the lines to avoid pissing you off." She smiled at Grace. "You are a lovely woman and very sweet, but there is something about you that makes people think they wouldn't be very happy to make you mad."

Grace grinned at Corky. "I am Domme. Don't piss Me off or I will whip your ass!" They both laughed. 

Looking around the room again, Grace could see that there were a few women who hadn't been watching just to see if there was a fight. They had wanted to see confirmation that Grace had moved on as well as Marie. It didn't surprise her. Even when she had been with Marie in the bar, it hadn't stopped them from eyeing her. Once one had even approached her while Marie was in the bathroom. Grace had been surprised at the possessiveness in Marie's face when she came out and saw the woman there. Luckily she came up just as Grace finished telling the woman that she was with Marie and that she had no desire or need for anyone else. 

But in some ways, that had been the beginning of the end. After that, Marie had felt the need grow in her to have the security of knowing that she truly belonged. As long as she wasn't owned, maybe someone would come and take her place. Marie had felt her need grow while Grace had felt it necessary to emphasize they couldn't go further. The split was inevitable but this precipitated it.

And now Grace wasn't with anyone else. She casually looked at the women who were clearly interested in her. By now, Grace was a more known quantity. Rather than making her more approachable, however, they seemed to hang back more than she remembered from that first night. In any case, that suited Grace better.  Taking another sip of her wine, she looked at a taller woman with brown hair. She was a bit older than Marie. Grace guessed that she was just about 30 but probably not as old as Grace was. She was pretty in a girl next door way. Her eyes were watching Grace though she didn't look like she was going to come over.




The Journey of Grace Ch. 03



Corky was distracted helping customers so Grace took her wine with her and made her way across the room. As Grace walked, she caught a glimpse of Marie out of the corner of her eye. Alice was kissing her in that possessive way of hers. But Grace could also see that Marie was pressing her body against Alice. Marie and Alice had moved to a different spot that was out of sight of the bar so Grace was fairly sure that Marie had no idea Grace could see her. Even as Grace focused on the woman she was walking towards, Grace could feel her heart wrench at the thought that Marie wanted Alice now.

Anni watched Grace approach. She couldn't believe it. Grace was the Mistress all the subs in the bar wanted, in her opinion. She had watched Grace with Marie. It was clear that Grace was in complete control and comfortable in that control. Anni wanted to be controlled like that. She hadn't felt that for the last half year, ever since her last Mistress had left her.

"Mind if I join you?" Grace asked as she approached Anni's table. "It's Anni, isn't it?" 

"Please sit down, Ma'am and yes it is."

"I thought so, I remember Marie introducing us a while ago," Grace said with a smile. But inside, after having seeing Marie with Alice, just saying her name caused that same wrench of the heart. Grace took another sip of her wine to give herself a chance to re-establish her control. While she savored the wine, she looked at Anni.

Becoming a bit nervous under the eye of Grace, Anni started to engage in small talk, asking about how Grace was doing, what she was drinking.  Grace allowed the conversation to drift as she examined Anni. She couldn't have been much more than 22 years old, younger than Marie. Her dark hair and dark eyes went well with her olive skin. She had the lithe attractiveness of someone who had been a gymnast. In almost always, Anni was quite the opposite of Marie. It crossed Grace's mind that might be why she picked her tonight.

"So how come you aren't with anyone else tonight, Anni?" Grace casually asked. She chuckled to herself as she watched Anni blush.

Struggling to get the answer, Anni finally clenched her fist tightly, gouging her nails into her hand, and then answered. "i guess, Ma'am, i wasn't interested in anyone else." She kept her eyes respectfully lowered. Under the table, however, she let one calf brush against Grace's.

Feeling the light touch, Grace smiled a predatory smile and returned the pressure. She could see Anni shift slightly as she felt Grace's touch. Grace reached out a hand, running it along Anni's shoulder to her neck. Brushing her hair lightly, Grace could feel Anni's short hair at the back of her neck. Grace's fingers softly went up the back of Anni's head. Sighing lightly, Anni closed her eyes and pressed her head into Grace's hand.

As she did so, Anni's own hand slid over to rest on Grace's thigh, fingertips just barely caressing. "Your touch is so nice, Ma'am," Anni whispered. "But You may use me anyway that You choose." Her eyes opened to look at Grace, offering her submission with her look.

"I know," Grace answered and let her fingers tangle in Anni's hair. Pulling Anni close by her hair, Grace brushed her lips against Anni's. She could feel the little shudder that ran through Anni's body at the touch of their lips. Then she kissed harder. Grace's tongue ran along Anni's lips until Anni parted them. Feeling the offering, Grace thrust her tongue in deep into Anni's mouth.

Anni felt like she was receiving little shocks with each thrust of Grace's tongue. She let a tiny moan out before she started to suck on it. She could sense her pussy begin to moisten. The thought that she might get to serve Grace tonight was turning her on. 

Slowly Grace pulled her tongue back, feeling Anni sucking on it. Flicking it along Anni's lower lip, she followed up by biting it and tugging on it. Moaning again, Anni could feel her hips beginning to move back and forth. "Use me, Ma'am," she whispered.

Grace brought her other hand under the table. This was something that she and Marie hadn't done. Their most passionate moments had been kept private. But tonight Grace felt the need to show that she was the Domme. She felt Anni's smooth leg. Her fingers stretched to reach down into Anni's inner thighs. Swirling, they lightly caressed the soft skin. Then Grace slid her hand up higher, under the short skirt that Anni was wearing.

"Open your legs wider, little one," Grace whispered into Anni's ear.

Obeying, Anni moaned back, "Yes, use your little slut."

The feeling of control swelled in Grace. The rich sense of power over another to use as she wanted. Grace ran her finger over Anni's panties, feeling them stretched across her cunt. They were already very wet. Grace took her forefinger and scratched along Anni's slit. She almost purred as Anni jerked her hips and parted her lips. "This little slut likes that?"

"Oh yes, i do Ma'am. Yes, use me!" Anni groaned, thrusting her hips forward.

Pushing the panties aside, Grace felt her fingers coated with Anni's moisture. She didn't want to be nice and gentle this time. She pushed into Anni with three fingers. Anni's warm cunt sucked her fingers in all the way. Grace ground them into her.

"Oh god ... " Anni panted. She started rocking her hips back and forth as she felt Grace fuck her cunt. She shuddered as Grace crooked her fingers at the very moment that they were deepest inside her. "Ohhhhh, fuck this slut, Ma'am, more!" Anni love not only the feeling of the strong Domme next to her, and her fingers inside her, but also being taken like a common slut in a bar.  Anni opened her eyes and saw another patron of the bar watching.  Anni had never seen her before and thought she was with another of the small groups of college girls who occasionally came in out of curiosity. Smiling at her, Anni opened her legs even wider, letting have a better view. The girl couldn't tear her eyes away. Feeling even sluttier for displaying herself this way, Anni thrust harder against Grace. She was getting closer and closer to cumming.

Grace was almost slamming her hand into Anni's cunt now. She could smell her cream dripping down from her cunt, making the chair wet pooling there. Twisting her fingers as she drove them into Anni, Grace felt the tension building. 

"Don't cum without permission, slut," Grace whispered into her ear. She too had noticed the other girl but had not paid attention to her until now. Turning her head towards the girl, she softly said "Come here."

Startled, the girl looked around. "You," Grace repeated.

Hesitantly, the girl walked over close. She was unbelievably nervous. Her friends were off in another corner of the bar and she had walked the wrong way out of the restroom. She couldn't believe that she was watching this woman fuck another. She didn't know what she had expected at the bar but this was more than that.

Never letting her hand stop Grace spoke to the girl, "you have been watching for a while. Do you like watching Me use My little slut here?"

Biting her lip, the girl thought. It was fascinating but did she like it? Then she realized how wet she was; how wet she had become watching this .... this slut being fucked. She nodded.

Anni was panting hard. Her face was showing the strain of the effort not to cum. She hissed, "Please Ma'am."

Still watching the college girl, Grace asked her, "My little slut here wants to cum. she won't without My permission, will you slut."

"No Ma'am," panted Anni. No matter how much she wanted to, she knew that this Mistress would never forgive her if she came without permission, especially on their first night together.

"So should I give her permission?" Grace asked the girl. Grace watched her reaction. The desire to flee struggling with her stronger desire to watch the climax.

Finally finding her voice, the girl replied, "Yes." Then feeling like something was missing, she added, "Ma'am."

"Have you ever watched a woman cum before?" Grace asked. The girl shook her head. Grace smiled. "Do you want to?"

While the girl contemplated Grace's question, Anni felt so humiliated to have this stranger watch her and decide if she should cum, but she craved that feeling. She wanted to demonstrate her submissiveness to Grace, to let her know that Grace could use her in any way she wanted. 

Looking around, the girl could tell that there was still no one else paying attention to them. "I would like to see her cum .... Ma'am," she finally replied.

"Then you need to get down on your knees under the table, precious," Grace said with a wicked smile. This feeling of power over both Anni and the girl was intoxicating. Grace felt a need to push them to the edge, especially the new girl. The idea of making her do things she hadn't even considered was making Grace's own pussy throb.

"What?" the girl sputtered in surprise.

Grace looked coldly at her. "What, Ma'am?" Grace emphasized the last word. Grace watched as the girl struggled between wanting to run away and her desire. And beyond that, Grace could see that part of her desire was the feeling of being controlled. Grace waited while her fingers still moved in and out of Anni. From the sound of Anni's panting, it was getting harder and harder to keep from cumming.

Licking her lips, the girl tried again. "What did you say, Ma'am?"

"I said, that if you want to be allowed to stay and watch, you will need to get down on your knees and crawl under the table," Grace said softly in reply. "I know that you want to do this for Me, but you are afraid to. The thought of one of your friends seeing you go under a table in a lesbian bar scares you. But Anni is having so much fun here and you so want to see My slut cum, don't you?"

She started to nod, and then realized that Grace wanted her to say it. "Yes, Ma'am. I would like to see your slut cum." Then after looking around for one last time, she quickly got down on her knees and crawled under the table. The smell of Anni's cunt was powerful, almost overwhelming. She could see how Anni's cunt clasped Grace's fingers as they thrust into her. Anni's hips would push down each time to meet the thrust.  And the girl could hear the sound now. The slurping sound as Grace's fingers fucked Anni's cunt. Grace was thrusting so much of her hand into Anni now that each time as she pulled back, the sound intensified. 

As soon as the girl was in position, Grace leaned over to Anni's ear and whispered, "you can cum now, slut." Then Grace slammed her fingers into Anni, pressing into her. As she felt her fingers in as far as they would go, Grace ground her hand into Anni. She watched Anni's face as she relaxed the rigid control that Anni had maintained to avoid cumming. Grace felt the building shudders in Anni's body. Kissing her again, Grace thrust her tongue into Anni's mouth and fucked it in time with her thrust into her cunt. Even through the kiss, Anni made little whimpering sounds as she let the orgasm take her.

Under the table, the girl watched Anni cum. Anni's legs were shaking and brushing against the girl. She could see how Anni thrust herself down onto Grace's fingers. She was grinding her cunt into the hand that was already pressing as much of it into Anni as Grace could fit. As she came, Anni's cream started to flow harder. The girl could see it dripping down from her cunt. She actually could see drips falling off Anni's chair and puddling on the ground. She could feel the leg of the woman who spoke to her pressing against her. She had never been so turned on by anything.

Anni loved the feeling of Grace's fingers and her tongue inside of her. She swirled her tongue around, thrusting it against Grace's. She loved the taste of Grace. And with each thrust of Grace's fingers, Anni tried to push her cunt even further onto her fingers. She felt so full as all four of Grace's fingers were now there. They stretched her to the point and a little beyond of pain but that was good too. It let her know that she was being used by this strong beautiful Domme. The feeling of being taken roughly like this was what she wanted. Knowing that she was just a slut, a toy for Grace made her orgasm even stronger. 

The girl could see that the orgasm was slowly passing. Even though Grace was still fucking her hard, Anni's legs weren't shaking as much and gradually, she rocked her hips down onto the fingers with less force. Finally she watched as Grace pulled her fingers out from Anni's cunt. Her cunt stayed open and the girl could look into it. She could see the cream still flowing out of it. The scent was all about her. It almost felt like it coated her.

A wicked grin spread over Grace's face. She could feel Anni's juices covering her fingers and her hand. Moving her hand, she held out one finger in front of the girl under the table. Grace couldn't see her eyes but she could see the bottom half of her face.

"She is offering me her finger," the girl thought. She looked at it for a moment. Trembling she leaned slightly forward and kissed the tip of the finger. Anni's salty sweet taste teased her. Parting her lips, she took the finger into her mouth. She heard a little sigh from Grace. Hardly even knowing that she did so, the girl started to suck on Grace's finger. The taste filled the girl's mouth. Her tongue reached up to caress the finger, cleaning it of Anni's juices.

Slowly Grace pulled her finger out of the girl's mouth. In that first instant, she could feel the girl move her head forward to keep contact with the finger before it slid from her mouth. Then as Grace held her hand there in front of the girl, finger still sticking out, Grace felt a delicate touch against her knuckle. She nuzzled Grace's hand, almost begging to be allowed to clean the rest of her hand. One by one, Grace allowed her to lick and suck clean the cum off each finger. Then the girl licked the palm of Grace's hand. Her little tongue made light quick flicks across it. Finally the girl moved to the back of the hand and there the licks were blended with tiny kisses.

When the girl was done cleaning her hand, Grace brought her hand out from under the table. Her own pussy was so wet. Not only had she taken Anni there in the bar but she had received this girl's submission. Grace could sense that it wasn't going to go further just as she had sensed that if she pushed the girl, she would submit. It was knowing that this girl had never submitted before and never touched another woman in this way. It was a powerful feeling of control and domination that burned inside her.

As the girl crawled out from under the table, both Anni and Grace watched her. Anni had been turned on by having the girl under the table while she was being fucked by Grace, but now she didn't want her here anymore. Jealousy flared in her eyes as Anni could see that Grace was also excited. Now the girl was a potential rival for Grace's attention. She wanted this powerful woman to herself. She could sense the excitement that Grace was feeling and how much making this other girl submit inflamed that excitement. 

Anni would show Grace submission. She would be the perfect little sub, allowing Grace to use her and degrade her so that Grace would know a level of control that she had never known before. Anni thought, "She would find all her control needs met in this one. She won't need anyone else." Her hand went to stroke Grace's leg through her pants.

But she should not have worried. Having the two of them submit to her filled Grace with a sense of power and excitement. It went to her head, almost as if it was some fine wine she had drank. Now however, she wanted to sate her hunger. And for that, Grace wanted Anni. She wanted a lesbian submissive who would know how to please her, not a curious girl exploring her first steps. Another time, another place, Grace might have wanted that experience. Tonight, however, she was going to use Anni. 

Coming to her feet, the girl stood there looking at Grace. Her hair was a little messed up. Grace smiled thinking that the girl probably had no idea that she had some of Anni's juices on her face. Grace could also see that the girl was trembling with excitement, one hand laying over her mound, gently pressing.

Grace looked into her eyes and held her gaze. Time stretched on. The girl felt her own pussy get wetter as this strong woman looked at her. She shifted her feet but couldn't take her eyes away from Grace. Then Grace shifted her attention back to Anni. Her look and manner dismissed the girl.

She stood there for a minute waiting. She wasn't sure exactly what she was waiting for but she wanted more. Slowly she realized that the woman didn't even know she was there anymore. The feeling of humiliation grew as she though about how she was standing in front of two lesbians, who were passionately kissing now, almost begging to be paid some attention. She had done things she had never done before and been used by this woman. And she loved it. She just wanted to be used some more, but this woman was done with her. What she didn't understand was why though thought actually made her pussy throb even more. Confused, she drifted off heading back to her friends with new thoughts running through her head.

Pulling her head back from the kiss, Grace looked at Anni. "Little one, do you have a place where W/we can go?" she whispered.

Feeling a shiver run through her body, Anni nodded. "My apartment is close by to here. I live alone, Ma'am."

Standing, Grace slipped her arm around Anni, holding her close. She enjoyed the feeling of Anni's body next to hers. As they weaved their way to the door, Grace felt like she was almost dancing her way through the crowd. A step this way. A step that way. She smiled as she recognized Anna Nalick's song Breathe, her favorite. Something caught Grace's attention and she turned her head. 

Grace could see Marie there talking with Alice and another friend. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Just as Grace was going to turn away, Marie looking in her direction. She could see Grace's arm around Anni. Their eyes connected. As Marie looked at her, Grace could see the anguish and longing overwhelming her. And she knew that her own eyes were reflecting the same emotions in her. Slowly the look changed to sad acceptance. Both knew that this is what had to be. She could feel the single tear that escaped her eyes rolling down her cheek. Turning her head away she listened to the words as she made it the last few steps to the door. The longing and angish in the singer's voice, matching her feelings. And the words ringing true. "These mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again if you only try turning around."

Her free hand went up to her cheek to brush the tear away. Grace felt her control returning and tightened her arm around Anni. Looking over towards the bar, she waved to catch Corky's attention. She hadn't seen her since she had gone to talk to Anni.  

Raising her head up, Corky saw Grace by the door waving to her. She smiled at her friend and started to wave in goodbye. Her wave was slightly abbreviated when she recognized the girl in Grace's arm. Anni wasn't at all what Corky would have expected Grace to like. The girl was ..... Corky tried to get Grace to come back to the bar for a second but she must have thought Corky was just waving. Corky saw Grace smile once more at her and then step outside.

As another customer placed an order, Corky sighed and sent her friend her best wishes and hopes for it to be what she wants. 



The Journey of Grace Ch. 04



Grace woke up with a start. For one second, she wasn't sure where she was then as the fog in her brain cleared, she recognized her bedroom. As she looked around, Grace could feel a pounding in her head. Lying back against the pillow, it lessened somewhat as long as she didn't move.

She thought back to the night before. It hadn't been far to Anni's apartment, just like Anni had said. She could still remember the press of Anni's body against her. At the door, Anni fumbled with the key because of how Grace was stroking her. Grace had kicked the door shut as they fell against the wall kissing.

She remembered how it has been good to start. Clearly Anni was an experienced submissive. She kept begging for Grace to use her. "Treat me like the little slut i am!" she had said more than once. But as their night together went on, Anni asked for harsher and harsher treatment. On one hand, the feeling of power in using her had grown with in Grace. It was seductive knowing that she could abuse Anni and she would not only take it but thank her. Even now, Grace couldn't deny that it had excited her both physically and emotionally. Grace's raw emotions of the evening also played into it. Her anger at Alice slipped out in how she handled the lash that Anni begged her to use on her. Whipping Anni harder than Grace expected to, Anni nevertheless begged her for more.

Anni had been almost desperate to show Grace her submission. And there was a point where Grace remembered beginning to be uncomfortable. There was a growing feeling in the back of her mind that "this isn't me." 

Finally the end had come when Anni pulled her into the bathroom. "Mistress, show this little slut how dirty she is." Anni crawled between her legs. "Pee on me, please Mistress. Let me know what a dirty little slut i am." Grace had looked down at her. She could see the need in Anni's face. That she truly wanted this, actually needed it. For whatever reason, she needed the feeling of submitting so much that she would beg for this. 

Grace hesitated. Her thoughts warred with herself. The most base level of her self was excited by this act of complete submission. Even now, reflecting on it, Grace couldn't deny it. There was power in having that much control. But at the same time, the thought of doing that to another person disgusted her. "THIS ISN'T ME!" rang through her head over and over. Finally, she felt as if she had a responsibility to Anni. For Grace, being Domme meant more than just being in control. A submissive placed herself into her Domme's hands and trusted her to take care of her needs. Anni wasn't truly hers but Grace knew that for tonight she was.

She gave in. Grace gave her what she wanted. A feeling of revulsion rose in her as she did so. Grace closed her own eyes and didn't watch. She could her Anni cumming as the hot liquid hit her. Grace tried to cover it with a mantra of "this isn't me." 

After that, Grace could hardly get out of there quick enough. Anni was confused by the change in Grace. She had shown her how far she was willing to submit. When Anni asked about seeing her again, Grace couldn't even answer. She just looked at Anni and then Anni knew. She knew that Grace would never see her again. That she had gone too far.

"i'm sorry, Ma'am. i just wanted You to let You know that You could use me in any way You wanted to," Anni softly said. "W/we don't need to go that far again."

Grace continued to look at her. "But you would want to." She smiled a little sadly too at Anni. "And over time you would need to and you would not be able to help yourself asking for it. You need someone who can give you that, but it isn't Me." Grace turned and left.

On the way home, the thoughts of what she had done kept coming back to Grace. She remembered the feeling of power in doing something that repulsed her. Even now there was seductiveness in being able to control someone that way. Grace sensed that she was capable of becoming someone like that. But her self-loathing grew as she thought about it, almost overwhelming her. Suddenly she felt nauseous. Though she hadn't drunk anything in a couple of hours, she had to quickly pull to the side of the road and open her door in order to avoid vomiting in her car. She emptied her stomach. She couldn't help it. Once she started, she couldn't stop until every last bit was out. Finally she closed the door and shakily drove the rest of the way home.

Lying in bed, Grace thought about the night again. She had violated her own guideline. "Know what You want and what the submissive wants. And make sure that they match." Her time online had told her that, as had her time with Marie. Whether it was having seen Marie with Alice or if she had just needed to feel in control, Grace had gone with Anni without even a moment's reflection. Anni submitted and Grace took it. Grace hadn't lived up to her own self-image. She shook her head. That self-image was important to her and she would not make the same mistake again.

Getting up, Grace moved into the bathroom. She still felt dirty from the experience. She started to draw a bath in the claw footed tub that filled one side of her bathroom. Adding some bath salts, she breathed in the pleasant smelling steamy air. It helped. Sliding into the tub, the hot water felt so good. It was already starting to undo some of the tension in her body. Lying back with her head against the tub, Grace closed her eyes and tried not to think. She just wanted to soak in the hot water and let it comfort her.

It worked for a while but doing nothing was never Grace's strong suit. Thoughts of her husband flickered on the edge of her mind. He wasn't due home from his latest trip for a couple more days. She missed his company. They got along well and had similar views about life. Talking with him over dinner was always enjoyable. But there was a distance between them. Rarely did they talk about feelings, or their hopes and desires. She didn't know exactly why but they always seemed to stay on a superficial level.

On the other hand, it wasn't totally unwelcome. Grace was confused about what she wanted in life. This road that she was travelling didn't have a map she could follow. She was figuring out which direction to go with each step. Talking about life, hopes and dreams with her husband could hardly be particularly deep. There was a side of her that was walled off from him and she had no intention of letting him see it.

That line of thought brought her back to the previous evening. It had started out nicely with the encounter at the bar. The memory of controlling both women at the same time stirred Grace. She remembered how aroused she had been as Anni came while the college girl had knelt under the table. It had been an arousal that was never fulfilled. With what happened at Anni's apartment, Grace had lost all desire to cum herself as if a switch went off. Reliving in her mind the college girl getting to her knees, Grace could feel her pussy slightly throb. Her hand dived under the water to lightly stroke herself. It felt so nice. She parted her legs more so that she could better touch there.

Breathing more deeply, she ran a nail along her petals. She could feel her clitty swelling so that as her finger ran up her pussy, it brushed against it. Slowly, Grace started to tease herself. Alternating between lightly tugging on her clitty and sliding her finger between the lips of her puss, she was quickly becoming more excited. Even as she was doing so, however, her mind started to retake control. Typically once Grace started thinking, her mind engaged and it was hard to stop it. She thought about whether she wanted to cum now, by herself. Or should she "get back on the horse" as the saying went, and go back to Corky's bar tonight. After breaking up with Marie, it had taken her three weeks to feel comfortable about being there. The experience with Anni was of course nothing like that. But the more Grace thought about it, the more she felt like it was important to not delay going back, even if she chose not to go anywhere with anyone. And if not tonight, then it would be at least a week since her husband would be back home the following evening.

Once she made that decision, Grace knew she wanted to hold off her cum for now. Her experience was pleasure delayed was pleasure enhanced. As she stopped stroking herself, she laughed softly at herself. Being a little hornier wasn't a bad thing. It would probably mean that she was just a little more demanding if she hooked up with someone that night.

When she finished her bath and got out of the tub, Grace still enjoyed running the towel against her body. Her nipples hardened more as the terry cloth brushed against them. Drying her mound involved more than just absorbing the water there. She pressed her fingers against herself through the towel as she arched her hips forward against them. Visions of women serving her needs ran through her head. But the thought of how these fantasy women reminded her of Marie made it easier for Grace to stop again. An actual person would be much easier to push thoughts of Marie away.

After her ritual application of lotion all over her body, she put on her short silk robe to go pick out an appropriate outfit for that night. As much as she liked her leather pants, it was unthinkable that she would wear them twice in a row. Plus, smiling, she thought how leather pants would make it a little more difficult for a little slut to pleasure her when the time came. With that thought she decided to wear a short little skirt. She had some stockings and garters that would go very well with it. Rather than white, she chose a dark blue blouse that had an iridescent shimmer to it that she loved. But her leather jacket, that she could wear again. 

Grace put the outfit aside so that later she could dress quickly for her evening out. But now, she had to take care of her Saturday errands. She couldn't put on the self that she thought of as the true one just yet. That would come in the evening.



The Journey of Grace Ch. 05



When Grace got to the bar, she was a little frustrated. Already a long drive to get to the location that was out of the way and therefore a safe place to keep the secret of this hidden part of her life, traffic had been horrible. It had taken her almost 30 minutes longer than normal. And even before that, she had made the mistake of checking her work email and found a series of emails that once seen, couldn't be ignored. Between the two things, she hadn't made it to the bar until 10 pm.

Pausing before entering, Grace took a deep breath. She slowly let it out. Grace willed her frustration away. She needed to be in control in every way. Tonight was all about being in control and being true to herself. Letting that frustration get in her way was a poor way to start.

Opening up the door, Grace was hit by the noise of the patrons and the jukebox, as well as the warmth of the bodies filling the place. She smiled at the familiar sights, sounds and smells. She belonged here in a way that she had not elsewhere. Grace took her time as she walked over to the bar. She stopped here and there to say hello to friends, exchanging hugs and brushed lips against the cheek. Occasionally, she received a soft goose but it wasn't her nature to make such a personal gesture to mere friends. Maybe if they had been casual lovers, but as yet, none of them were.

Finally making it to the bar, Grace found a glass of red wine waiting for her. It was that wonderful cab from the night before. She smiled at Corky. "Thank you, dear! You anticipated me." 

"But of course! It is nice to see you again so soon." Corky leaned across the bar to give Grace a warm hug. She looked Grace over. "I love the outfit. I wish I had your legs so that I felt better about wearing something like that."

Grace laughed and said, "This old thing? I just threw it on." And then she laughed all the harder with Corky joining her.

"I almost hesitate to ask, but how did the rest of last night go?" Corky inquired.

A brief frown crossed Grace's face. "The less said the better. It was a mistake but it was one that I didn't recognize until it was too late." Grace looked a little closer at Corky and added, "You knew that, didn't you?"

"Well I suspected it would be. I know you well enough and know enough about her. I saw the two of you just as you were leaving so it was too late for me to do anything," Corky said, looking a little chagrined.

"Hey, not your fault. It was all on me," Grace smiled at Corky. "But I am determined not to let a momentary lapse keep me down! I'll take my lumps and learn from them and then move on."

Corky chuckled a little as she smiled back at Grace. "Well if you aren't gun shy, take a casual look off to the right."

Grace slowly turned and glanced over in the direction Corky directed. She raised an eyebrow. Standing off on the side was the college girl from the night before. She was intently watching the entrance.

"She has been here since about 7:30. She has either been standing or sitting there for most of the night. She is a cute young thing so she has gotten her fair share of nibbles but she has shot them all down, all the while she has kept her eye on the door." Corky paused and looked Grace with a sparkle in her eye. "I think she has been waiting for a particular someone. Unfortunately for her, I think she picked a bad time to go to the john since that was when you got here."

Grace turned away from looking at the girl to glance at Corky. "What makes you think she is waiting on me?"

"I heard her asking one of the other younger women if they knew anything about someone who fit you to a T. Or do you think I am wrong?"

Grace laughed again. This time it was a low throaty laugh. It reminded Corky of a nature show she had recently watched about leopards. Grace's laugh had a distinct similarity to the leopard's growl. "No, I don't. I just wondered how you made the connection."

As Grace started to walk away, she turned her head back to Corky. "I'll talk to you later. And wish me luck!"

"Ha, I don't think you need any luck! I'll wish you a good time instead!" Corky smiled as she said it. There was something about the way Grace walked away that also reminded her of a cat stalking her prey.

Rather than going directly to the girl, Grace took a more indirect route that let her approach from behind. Grace knew that Corky was pretty good about checking ID on the patrons so she knew that this girl had to be at least 21. Her body was lithe and well proportioned. She was wearing tight jeans and a sort T-shirt that showed skin. Unlike some, this girl wore that very well. Her belly was flat and showed none of the flab that took away from the effect she no doubt wanted to give.

Coming up fairly close, Grace greeted her. "Hello precious, I didn't expect to see you here again."

Grace had to suppress a small snort of laughter when the girl jumped and started at the sound of her voice. At the same time, relief seemed to cross her face as she saw who it was.

"Hello ... umm ... Ma'am," she remembered at the last second to add.

"Been hiding in the corner for long?" Grace asked, even though she knew the answer.

"A while," she replied. As much as she wanted to spend time with this fascinating woman, she didn't want to let on to her how much that was. But as she looked into Grace's eyes, she could feel how well Grace read her. She felt as if Grace could read every silly thought that was running through her mind.

"Waiting for Me?" Grace stated. It was clear that she wasn't asking a question, but just expressing the truth of the matter.

The girl hesitated for a moment, and then she admitted, "Yes Ma'am."

"Tell Me your name, precious," Grace told her.

"It's Michelle, Ma'am."

"Mmmm, I like that name. I am Grace, but Ma'am will do nicely for you."

Michelle nodded. She could feel herself trembling but didn't know how to stop it.

"Why are you waiting for Me, Michelle?"

The girl flushed more than she had been before. What was she supposed to say? How could she tell the truth? But she again felt Grace's knowing eyes on her. Michelle realized that she really was transparent to Grace. She already knew why Michelle was there. But Michelle needed to say it.

"I can't stop thinking about last night, Ma'am. How it felt. How I felt. I wanted to see you again. I think I needed to see you again, Ma'am. It is hard to explain. I don't really understand it myself. I never did anything like that."

Grace lifted her hand and put it behind Michelle's neck. Her fingers played with the girl's hair. Michelle's eyes closed for a moment before opening again to stare back into Grace's. 

"Do you know what you are getting into?" Grace asked. "What being with Me tonight means?"

Michelle started to nod yes but then with a slight hesitation, she realized she wasn't quite sure. She changed to slowly shake her head no.

"That's a good answer," Grace said. As she said it, her arm slowly pulled Michelle close to her. When the girl's body was lightly pressing against her, Grace continued. "It means that tonight I will take you and use you. I don't care that you have never touched another woman until last night. And I don't care if you never do again after tonight. Tonight you will be My little lesbian submissive. And I will be your Domme, telling you what to do and when to. You will obey in every way. That includes letting others see you as My little plaything, even if someone you know comes in the door. Tomorrow you can explain that you were crazy and you have no idea what you were thinking. Tonight, you are a lesbian in every way, a submissive in every way." As she finished, Grace's hand dropped from behind Michelle's neck and fell Grace's side.

"If you want to be with Me tonight, put My hand back where it was and W/we can begin."

For a few seconds, Michelle paused and thought. Could she really be openly lesbian in public? While it wasn't likely, it wasn't impossible that someone she knew wouldn't come in. On the other hand, just listening to this powerful woman's voice already had her wet with desire. And she was aware that Grace knew that the thought of being caught was part of why she was excited. Michelle didn't understand it but the beginnings of feeling exposed in public acting in this way was part of what she wanted, part of why she was here.

Michelle reached out and took Grace's hand. Staring into Grace's eyes, she raised it first to her mouth and kissed the back of her hand, and then she slipped it back into place against her neck. Grace nodded slightly and then leaned in and kissed Michelle.

Never in her life had Michelle experienced a kiss like this. Eyes open, she couldn't stop watching this beautiful woman as Grace pressed her tongue into Michelle's mouth. Grace's tongue explored her mouth, tasting her. It found every place and caressed everywhere. At the same time, her fingers slipped into Michelle's hair, pulling it and bending her head back. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Michelle's body softened and pressed itself against Grace's. She felt so good. Michelle's mouth opened wider for Grace, giving her all the access that she wanted. Finally as Grace slowly pulled back from the kiss, Michelle followed her trying to prolong it. Grace obliged by kissing her again, but this time not so deeply and ending it sooner.

"I liked it too precious but the night is still young," Grace said with a smile. Her arm slid down Michelle's back and came to rest around her waist. Together they went back to the bar. Corky smiled in welcome to her friend.

"Corky, I would like to introduce you to My date for tonight, Michelle. Michelle, this is my friend Corky."

The two women exchanged greetings while Grace retrieved her wine. Waving to Corky, Grace led Michelle to a table close to the dance floor. 

Sitting first, Grace patted her lap. Michelle felt a little tingle as she slid into Grace's lap. This wasn't a corner of the bar, dark and hidden. This was in the center with the lights clearly showing everyone. It wasn't just something to imagine. She was sitting in the lap of a lesbian Domme ... her lesbian Domme. Michelle's arms went around Grace's neck as Grace's went wound her waist to hold her close. Their faces were close and to Michelle's delight, Grace started kissing her again. 

Michelle forgot where she was and just focused on the kiss. This time, her eyes closed. It was different than the first long kiss. This time Grace paid attention to each part of Michelle's mouth. There were light kisses along her upper lip. Her lower lip was pulled and tugged by Grace's lips. She felt the little whisper kisses at the corners of her mouth. Then there was the swish of a tongue over the middle of her lips, not parting them but caressing them. A soft moan escaped from Michelle's mouth accompanied by her lips parting just a little. The tongue took that as an invitation and slipped between them. It moved left then right. It explored just a little way into Michelle's mouth. Michelle's lips closed around it and sucked on it, trying to pull it in. But Grace held it back, letting Michelle's desire to grow. Finally she thrust it deep into Michelle's mouth. Grace's lips pressed hard into Michelle's so that Michelle could feel her teeth under her lips. Grace's head turned, letting the kiss deepen.

Tightening her arms around Grace's neck, Michelle pressed in closer. She wanted to feel more of Grace's body against her. Her lips closed around Grace's tongue and sucked on it. As she did so, Grace began to move it in and out of her mouth. To Michelle, it felt like Grace was fucking her mouth with her tongue. The excitement she felt rose and she found herself making little whimpering noises. And she didn't even realize that she was squeezing her thighs together, trying to fill the desire that was surging through her body.

Grace, of course, did realize this. She could feel the woman in her lap shifting and moving. Inside, she chuckled. This was going to be fun.

Michelle felt Grace ending the kiss. Her eyes opened. As Grace's tongue left her mouth, it flicked against her lips. Michelle's breath was coming quick and uneven. She was more excited than she had ever been. She whispered, "my God, Ma'am. What are You doing to me?"

Grace brought her mouth close to Michelle's ear and murmured back, "Using you like the horny little lesbian slut, you are."

Those words felt like a lightning bolt down through Michelle's body to all the excitable points. She leaned her head forward so that no one else could see how she was feeling. But as she did so, she became aware of the observers who were around them. When she had sat down with Grace, she had been so focused on her that Michelle hadn't noticed the others seated next to them. Now she not only noticed but could tell that they had been enjoying watching Grace kiss her. They obviously enjoyed it. Inspired by the kiss Grace gave Michelle, another couple started to neck as well. Michelle blushed heavily being the center of attention to all of these lesbians. 

One of them leaned over to Grace. They clearly knew each other as they exchange smiles. "Lucky you, Grace. I tried my luck with this little thing earlier but she shot me down." The woman laughed, "Actually, I wasn't really sure if she was really in the right place."

Deliberately, Grace slipped her hand between Michelle's legs and ran it up her thigh until it finally came to rest against at the top where Michelle could feel it pressing against the edge of her mound.

"Oh yes, she is a little pussy loving dyke, aren't you precious?" Grace looked at Michelle.

For an instant, Michelle looked at Grace before answering. Then she nodded, "yes Ma'am. i am your little dyke." She looked over at the other woman and moved closer against Grace.

The woman smiled. Clearly Grace was playing some sort of game with the girl but she wasn't quite sure what it was. "Well, you are a lucky little dyke then. There are others here who would love to be where you are sitting."

Again, Michelle paused for a second before replying. Speaking very deliberately, she said, "i AM lucky."

Grace kissed Michelle on the lips lightly and hugged her. "Let's dance, precious."

Hand in hand, they moved to the dance floor. Grace grinned as she recognized Katy Perry's song "I Kissed a Girl." It seemed so appropriate tonight. Facing each other, they quickly started moving with the beat.  Michelle's grin matched the one on Grace's face. Grace put her arms around Michelle, holding her body close. Slipping her leg between Michelle's, Grace felt Michelle responding by pressing herself against the bare leg exposed below the short skirt. Quickly it turned into Michelle almost riding Grace's leg. She was tossing her head around as she mouthed the words, "I want to try you on. I'm curious for you...."

For her part, Grace's hands were on Michelle's ass. Alternating between stroking it and pulling Michelle up against her, Grace loved watching Michelle move with passion, her face lighting up.

"It felt so wrong. It felt so right," Michelle continued to sing along. Now her eyes were looking into Grace's. She had a wicked look in her eyes. She was trying to be as sexy as she could for her strong lover to be. Michelle was already unbelievably excited. She wanted Grace to desire her in the same way.

As the Katy Perry song faded, it was replaced by Moby's "Extreme Ways." Michelle changed her dance. Rather than straddling Grace's leg, she instead started dancing around Grace. All the way around, she brushed her body against Grace's. It was obvious Grace was enjoying Michelle's touches and her enthusiasm. When Michelle passed in front of her, Grace grabbed her and spun her so that Michelle could lean back into Grace. In time with the music, they ground against each other. Grace's hands freely ran all over Michelle's body. Michelle gasped as open palms slid over her breasts. She felt so open and exposed as Grace toyed with her body for all to see. First Grace did it over her shirt, but the next time it was under. Her shirt was pulled up to expose her flat belly almost all the way up to her breasts. 

Grace's lips kissed and nibbled along Michelle's neck. Lifting her mouth to Michelle's ear, she murmured softly, "you are such a good little lesbian slut." The words caused Michelle to groan. Then she answered much louder than Grace, "yes, i am Your slutty little dyke." Michelle could hear a few of the closer women laugh at her answer but she just didn't care. 

Continuing to slide against to each other, Grace slid her hands back down Michelle, all the way to press them into Michelle's crotch. Both of her hands pulled against Michelle. They touched and caressed her through her jeans. All of it was too much for Michelle. She could feel herself starting letting go. But one thing stayed clear in her mind, a memory from the night before.

Leaning her head back, Michelle turned a little towards Grace. "Ma'am, if You keep that up, i am going to cum. i don't think i can stop, so either may i have Your permission to cum, or i need You to stop. i don't want to cum without it but i don't know how not too when You are doing that."

A flare of pride sparked in Grace's heart. Even though she had never submitted before, Michelle knew what was expected even as excited as she was. Grace could feel how much Michelle didn't want to disappoint her. Eyes sparkling, she looked at Michelle. "Go ahead and cum, little dyke. I want you to."

Trusting Grace to hold her up, Michelle gave into the feeling. Her body quaking, she felt the orgasm grow. Her mouth sought out Grace's. Hungrily kissing her, Michelle tried to suck Grace's tongue back into her mouth. She wanted that feeling of being fucked by her lesbian lover. It didn't matter that she was cumming in front of total strangers. All she wanted was to continue the feeling of being Grace's little dyke.

Grace held Michelle tightly. She could feel the tremors go through Michelle's body. Her fingers continue to stroke Michelle through her jeans. Sensing Michelle's need, Grace slowly fucked her mouth with her tongue. She thrust it in deeply, withdrew and then thrust again. It wasn't a big orgasm and Grace could see it subside. As Michelle's eyes fluttered open, Grace gently ended the kiss and smiled at her.

"Like it?" she asked Michelle.

Michelle needed to catch her breath but she nodded with a slightly embarrassed expression. In her mind, Michelle though, "Oh my God, I can't believe how slutty I am acting." Then she admitted to herself, "But I like it."

As her eyes regained her focus, Michelle was surprised to see that among her audience was a girl she knew slightly from her math class. For a second she stiffened in Grace's arms, and then she relaxed. "So what," she thought, "this is where I want to be and who I want to be right now." Michelle smiled a little hello to her acquaintance then turned to start dancing with Grace again. She would worry about what to say tomorrow.

It was a slower song now. Michelle's arms were up and around Grace's neck while Grace's arms were around her back. Alternating between kissing and dancing cheek to cheek, Michelle calmed down a little. But there was electricity that ran through her everywhere that her body touched Grace's. She sighed happy little sounds as they moved slowly together. Remembering the pleasure that Grace had given her, Michelle started kissing Grace along her neck. She traced her kisses lower down to Grace's collar bone. She interspersed gently sucking with the kisses. Michelle could feel her breasts brush against Grace's. She hoped it felt as good to Grace as it did to her.

Though Grace had good control, the reality was that Michelle was extremely successful in fanning Grace's excitement. Making Michelle cum on the dance floor was thrilling. Now this sexy young woman was doing all the right things. Normally, Grace might have had more patience. But tonight, she was extremely horny and she wanted satisfaction. 




The Journey of Grace Ch. 05



Taking Michelle by the hand, Grace led her off the dance floor. Michelle walked with Grace feeling a little confused. Was Grace upset? She didn't know her well enough to read her feelings. Michelle longed to ask Grace but didn't dare. She hoped Grace knew that she just wanted to please her. As the doubt crept into her mind, somehow Grace sensed it. Grace squeezed Michelle's hand and smiled reassuringly at her.

Together they walked to the back of the bar and down a hallway leading to the bathrooms. As Grace expected, the back door was ajar. It usually was to help air flow. They walked outside. It was a beautiful night. Not too cool but still a nice change from the warm bar. Grace moved down the alleyway until they were slightly hidden by shadows.

Leaning against the wall, she turned to face Michelle. "your turn, precious," Grace said softly. She could see that Michelle wasn't quite sure what Grace wanted. "On your knees. Time to learn how to be a little pussy licking lesbian."

Feeling deliciously nasty, Michelle dropped down to her knees close to Grace. She moaned softly as Grace brought her hands down to Michelle's head. Michelle leaded forward. She hoped that she would please Grace. Looking up at her, Michelle said, "i haven't done this before Ma'am. i hope i do it well."

Taking one hand, Grace took Michelle by the chin and looked into her eyes. "Are you My little dyke?"

"i am."

Grace nodded, "Then you are going to do it well."

It was the right thing to say. Michelle nodded and turned to kiss Grace's thighs. She started to kiss her way up to Grace's mound. She loved the feel of Grace's fingers caressing her head as she breathed in Grace's scent. Her head was now partially covered by Grace's short skirt. Michelle thought about what she must look like and was surprised to feel her pussy throb with excitement. This was something only a slut would do and she liked being a slut, especially for Grace.

Michelle's first tentative kiss of a woman's pussy was through Grace's thong. The first hint of Grace's taste was left on her lips. It was a musky taste with a slight tang. Parting her mouth, Michelle ran her tongue up the center of Grace's crotch. She could see the outline of her lips from the wet marks on the front of the thong. She heard Grace hiss at her, "Yes, you little bitch."

That made Michelle feel a little bolder. She raised a hand to pull the thong to one side. The neatly trimmed pubic hair curled around Grace's swollen mound. Leaning forward again, Michelle kissed it softly, snaking her tongue out at the end. She flicked it up and down. She felt her tongue being coated with Grace's cream. The taste filled her mouth. Far from not liking it, Michelle found herself desiring more. She ran her tongue up and down harder. Grace's pussy was very wet by now. And it filled Michelle's greedy little mouth. She sucked it in, gently chewing on Grace's lips as she moved her mouth around.

Grace was groaning now. Her hips were thrusting back and forth. Fingers tightening in Michelle's hair, she began to press her pussy down onto Michelle's face. She rotated her hips until her clitty was brushing against Michelle's mouth. 

Seeing it, Michelle touched it first with the tip of her tongue. Then she traced a path around it. Circling it again, she stroked down it when she reached the top. Grace's body twitched. This time Michelle flicked it from side to side. Each time she touched it, she could feel Grace react a little more. Making an oval with her lips, she sucked it gently into her mouth. Closing her lips tightly around it, she slowly slid up and down on it. Then she touched it with the tip of her tongue, making her tongue vibrate gently.

"Oh god," Grace moaned in reply. She pulled on Michelle's hair as she ground her pussy into Michelle's face. Michelle kept up her tongue caresses and lip sucking for a moment longer, then switched to again stroking Grace's pussy with long licks. Each one pushed in farther and deeper into the slit. Then she again switched back to gently sucking on the clitty for a moment. Alternating between the two actions, she could feel Grace's body start to tense. As she kept on licking, she reached up two fingers and pressed them into Grace's wet hot pussy.

As Grace felt the fingers slide into her, she began to shake. Moaning loudly, she started to have the orgasm that she had delayed for so long. Her hips began to thrust hard against Michelle's face and fingers.

"Fuck yes. Eat Me you little dyke," she hissed out. Grace leaned back against the wall as her hips pressed forward. It felt so good to her.

Michelle could feel Grace's cum rip through her body. Her fingers could feel the spasms in Grace's pussy. And the juices flowed faster. Michelle's mouth tried to catch every drop. Her tongue stroked around the entrance filled with her fingers. Michelle slid her tongue up her fingers until it too entered Grace. Michelle pressed her face harder against Grace.

Behind her, Michelle could hear that she again had an audience. This time, rather than feeling a little embarrassed, she was glad. She wanted to show off how she could make Grace cum. That's what good dyke sluts did, isn't it? They made their lovers cum hard.

After cumming for what seemed like forever, Grace finally started to feel it ebb away. Still she loved the feeling of Michelle licking and sucking on her. She rested against the wall while Michelle finished cleaning her. Grace too didn't care about the audience. Part of the excitement she was feeling was taking this inexperienced woman and inspiring her to behave like this. The feeling of power and control were why the orgasm had been so powerful. Michelle had done well too, but there was nothing like that combination to light Grace up.

Eventually she could feel Michelle slow and then finish with one last long lick. Looking down, Grace watched Michelle sit back on her heels, remaining kneeling before her.

"I told you would do it well, precious," Grace said with a smile.

It was a fierce pride filled smile that shined back at Grace. "Thank You, Ma'am."

"So do you want to call it an evening? Or are W/we just starting?" Grace asked as she stroked Michelle's head.

"Please Ma'am, i don't want it to end yet," Michelle replied looking up at her with eyes that were shining.

Grace reached down and pulled Michelle up to her feet. "Neither do I, but I thought I would ask."

As they returned into the bar, they had to make their way through the small crowd of voyeurs. Michelle blushed now as she listened to the joking comments and offers.

"Hey, don't you want to try licking me this time."

"Crawl over hear and try this one out."

"Got something there on your face."

Grace laughed along with the onlookers. She knew that even though Michelle was embarrassed, Michelle was also excited by the comments. Grace was still very horny and Michelle was going to match her .... lick for lick.

Hearing the one comment about her face, Michelle reached up a hand to wipe it. Grace quickly turned. "Don't. I like the way you look all glistening with My cum."

It was hard to obey. It seemed almost obscene to go in like that. But Grace wanted it, and that was enough for Michelle. Tonight, she was giving herself to Grace. Eyes down, she followed Grace back inside. 

Grace headed back over to the bar to see Corky. The bar was busy so it was a moment before Corky could turn back to her friend. Her eyes widened as she saw the state Michelle was in. She and Grace had become friends but she could tell that she didn't know everything about her yet. But Corky knew her well enough to see that she was happier than she had been the last couple of times Grace had been in the bar. Despite her surprise at Grace's behavior, Corky was glad for her.

"W/we are going to head out, hun," Grace said as she paid her bill. "The night is still young and I mean to use her, I mean it to its fullest." Grace laughed her low throaty laugh. Corky's grin widened as she saw Michelle's face get redder.

Joining in, Corky answered back, "Enjoy her, I mean it."

Grace pulled Michelle close in to her and cuddled her lovingly. "We are just teasing you a bit, precious. you just respond so delightfully." Michelle laughed and leaned against Grace.

"It's okay, Ma'am. i'm with you. That's what i want."

While Corky smiled more softly at the pair, Grace leaned forward to gently kiss Michelle. As their lips parted, Grace quietly said, "Another nice answer."

After saying their goodbyes, the two walked away. Grace's arm was around Michelle, and Michelle pressed close to her. Corky watched and she thought that this time, Grace was getting what she needed. It probably wasn't going to go anywhere but right now, that didn't matter. As she completed her thought, one of her waitresses dashed up to place an order and Grace vanished from her mind for a bit. 



The Journey of Grace Ch. 06



It was late evening as Grace drove home from work. The weather was foul. It had been raining for over a week. No hint of sun had been seen that whole time. And it had been another in a series of long days at work. She had been working with her team on this project for over 4 months. But at last it was done. They had finished that night.

Even better than getting it over with, they had done better than just meeting all their objectives. Through all their hard work, they had managed to bring it in substantially under budget and ahead of schedule. And by doing so, the entire team had earned a nice little bonus. The individual bonuses weren't huge but they were enough to use as mad money.

Grace thought about what she should do with hers. There hadn't been much time for rest and relaxation. She had only managed to get to Corky's once in the last three weeks. But that visit had been nice. Grace had called Michelle but she couldn't go since it was a week night and she had a combination of a major term paper and a math test to get through that night. Getting there, Grace found the bar to be somewhat empty. And being a slow night, Corky was mostly free to chat with Grace. It was fun in a completely different way. With Corky, Grace had a friend that she could really talk to about her life. Nowhere else was it safe for her to open up. None of her friends in her normal life could understand or probably even accept this side of her.

It wasn't even being closeted. It was being Domme. While some of her friends would be horrified if she came out, many of them would just give her a hug and let her know that it didn't matter. But how to even explain what being Domme meant. Most of them had no frame of reference. Or they had some twisted idea from bad movies. It would be one thing to face her friends with a girlfriend. But to introduce someone to them as her sub, maybe her slave? She just couldn't see any future circumstances that made that possible. But just coming out wouldn't be enough. So Grace remained stuck living two lives.

While Corky wasn't into the lifestyle, she was butch enough to understand. And she was a great listener. She knew that Grace needed someone to talk to that would not judge her. It had been a cathartic evening. Grace went home knowing that none of her problems had been solved, but it still felt better.

But it wasn't a problem that stayed active in her mind. It was just the way it was. Right now she had to figure out what to do with her bonus. It wasn't huge but it was enough to be able to use it as mad money and do something she wouldn't do otherwise. As she pondered her options, she remembered the article that she had seen about a new play that just opened up in San Francisco. At the time, it seemed like a crazy idea to fly to San Francisco on a whim to see a play.

Now, why not? It certainly qualified as a treat that she would not have done without it. But somehow just going by herself didn't seem like enough. She thought about talking to her husband but he had just left on another two week business trip. Now that she had it in her mind, she didn't want to wait. She wanted to go and go right away.

Somehow thinking of her husband made her think of Michelle. They had chatted by phone several times but it had been too hard to get together in person. That didn't' bother either of them. They were both comfortable with taking it casual. Neither of them wanted to take it to the level of a relationship. Grace didn't have a place for it in her life and Michelle was still figuring out if this was just an experiment. But maybe Michelle could go with her. Grace knew that Michelle had finished her finals that morning. They even had tentative plans to get together in the next couple of days. 

Arriving home, Grace quickly checked a few things on her computer. Tickets were available for the show and flights were not too bad. Her bonus would be more than enough to cover the cost of those plus leave more than enough to have fun in San Francisco. She nodded to herself. "I'll ask her," she thought.

Picking up her cell phone, Grace quickly checked to make sure that her phone ID was still blocked. She felt uncomfortable doing it but she couldn't bring herself to take a risk like that. It was a level of trust she hadn't gotten to yet. She wasn't sure if she was capable of getting there.

Michelle was in the Student Union finishing up a quick meal before heading back to her apartment when she felt her phone buzz. Looking at it, she felt her breath quicken slightly when she saw the RESTRICTED on the screen. Only one person she knew had her phone restricted.

Taking a little risk, she answered it. "Hello Ma'am."

Grace smiled. "Hello precious. Are you busy?"

"No, Ma'am. i am just in the Student Union."

"Tell Me, precious, what are you?"

Michelle swallowed. They had played this game before on the phone. It always thrilled her but it scared her too. But she still answered in a normal tone, avoiding the temptation to whisper. "i'm Your little pussy licking lesbian sub slut, Ma'am."

Her smile growing, Grace nodded. "Yes you are. And you are very good at it. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about how good you are."

Michelle felt a glow of pride. Her own little cunt had started getting wet when she saw the caller ID but remembering licking Grace's pussy made it worse.

"Shall I give you a command, precious," Grace asked. This was another of their little phone games.

"Yes Ma'am, but i am in a fairly public place," Michelle replied.

"I understand but you are Mine to use as I want. Roll one of your nipples in your fingers for at least ten seconds," Grace commanded.

Thinking quickly, Michelle pulled her book bag up into her lap. Pretending to search for something in it, her other hand grasped her nipple and gently rolled it between thumb and forefinger for the required time. The combination of the threat of discovery and obedience made her cunt really throb and moisten.

"Mmmmm, Ma'am. I did it for you."

"Good girl," Grace praised her.

"precious, you know how W/we were going to get together?" Grace asked.

Michelle felt her heart flop. Was Grace going to have to cancel? She had been looking forward to seeing her again. "Yes, Ma'am," she said softly.

Grace could tell what was going through her mind. She quickly continued so that Michelle wouldn't continue to misunderstand her. "Well, I had a thought about something we could do rather than meet at the bar." Grace quickly went on to explain her idea.

Michelle was stunned. As a student, it seemed like she could never afford to do anything fun. And yes, Grace was her lover but that was just one night. But the idea of going somewhere with Grace was thrilling, especially something so sophisticated. Flying to another city just to see a play. "Ma'am, i would love to. Thank You so much for asking me."

"you are very welcome, precious. Once I thought about going, I just wanted it to be with you. I am not sure what I would have done if you said no," Grace laughed a little. But it was only a little because she had spoken the truth. They talked about the details and Michelle gave her directions to her apartment so that they could go to the airport together.

Just before hanging up, Grace remembered to ask Michelle. "Have you been doing your practice?"

Sighing softly, Michelle answered, "Yes, Ma'am. I have practiced every night to hold off cumming. I play with myself for as long as I can. I am up to 20 minutes now. I am so close but I am managing to stop. I only accidentally came once this week and that was at the beginning of the week. I am sorry but it is hard, Ma'am."

Grace wished she could hold Michelle right then in her arms. "you did wonderful, precious. I am proud of your progress. you are a good little slut."

Wistfully Michelle added, "I am very very horny now Ma'am."

Laughing, Grace simply said, "Good. I'll see you tomorrow, precious."

"I can't wait, Ma'am."

As she pulled up in front of Michelle's apartment building, Grace could see her standing there with a small travelling bag. Michelle had on a cute shirt that showed a little bit of her cleavage and a long skirt. She quickly jumped into the car after throwing the bag in the back seat. As she sat down, she ignored where she was to do what she had planned. Michelle leaned over and gave Grace a deep kiss. She wanted Grace to know that while she was with her, she would be her little pussy licking dyke, even in front of her apartment.

"Mmmm nice to see you, precious," Grace licked her lips after the kiss ended.

"i have been counting the hours, and that isn't just a trite saying. i woke up around 4 this morning and couldn't get back to sleep i was so excited." Michelle smiled a shy smile.

Grace put the car in gear and quickly drove towards the freeway. As they were waiting at a stoplight, she stopped the small talk they had been engaged in and Grace told Michelle, "Pull your dress up to your hips, little slut."

Michelle had gotten use to these commands seemingly from random during their phone calls. She had liked the way they reminded her of how Grace had controlled her during their night together. But now in person, the telephone calls seemed to be poor substitutes. It was so much more exciting to have Grace's eyes on her as she obeyed. Michelle quickly pulled her skirt up so that Grace could see her small bikini panties.

"I like those but take them off. I want My slut to be accessible," Grace commented as the car started to roll again.

Feeling very slutty, Michelle slipped her panties off. She had almost decided not to wear them at all. She wished now she had followed her instincts. She knew she hadn't disappointed Grace. But she wanted to impress her.

Grace laid her hand down on Michelle's bare thigh. Her nails softly stroked it. "We are going to have a good time, precious."

"i know, Ma'am. i already am. But i would have no matter what W/we did."

Quickly glancing over at her, Grace lifted her hand to stroke Michelle's cheek. "I know, precious. I was looking forward to it too. But I am glad you are doing this with Me." Grace smiled as she felt Michelle's lips kiss her hand.

"I have been thinking about what to do this trip all last evening and I have some ideas that I think will make it even more fun. But that is all I am going to say. I want it to be a surprise for you," Grace said smiling. Michelle tried to get some hints but Grace wouldn't budge.

But at the airport and once they had cleared through security, Grace revealed her first surprise. She took Michelle into a restroom and together they went into a stall. Reaching into her purse, she opened up a small box. From it, she took out a round egg shaped device. "Now My little slut, open those legs of yours and show Me that wet little cunt."

And indeed it was wet, the whole way to the airport, Grace had managed to stroke Michelle any number of ways. Already horny from playing with herself while denying her relief, Michelle could tell that this was going to be a test for her. Shutting out the world around them, Michelle just focused on Grace and obeyed.

Grace took the egg and pressed it slowly up into Michelle. It felt odd to Michelle. She felt slightly filled inside but it wasn't too bad and if she didn't dwell on it, she was pretty sure she could bear it. And if she squeezed down, she thought she could keep it in. That was until she saw the little pager like device in Grace's hand. Michelle looked into Grace's eyes with dismay as Grace turned the knob. A sudden vibration exploded inside Michelle's cunt. She staggered and had to hold onto Grace to keep from falling over. Grace quickly turned it down to the lowest setting. The vibration dropped down to a low level buzz.

"Now little slut, don't you dare let that slip out," Grace commanded. "And no cumming either, not just yet."

Michelle closed her eyes for a moment to get her bearings back. "Yes, Ma'am. I understand." 

As they walked towards the gate, Michelle found she could manage if she didn't try to walk to fast. She sucked on the inside of her cheek to help keep her calm. Even still, she had to occasionally lean against Grace when the vibration started to get to her. Finally they arrived at the gate and found a couple of seats off in the corner.

Michelle turned to look at Grace, her forehead slightly moist. "You are wicked sometimes, Ma'am."

Smiling a big wicked evil grin, Grace nodded. "Yes I am." 

Grace's grin and comment made Michelle laugh. "Good thing i like that in You!"

Suddenly the egg clicked on to a much higher setting. Michelle didn't think Grace's grin could get better but apparently she was wrong. Her fingers sought Grace's. Holding her hand, Michelle squeezed. She leaned her head back against the wall. Her breath came in short pants. Her eyes were tightly shut.

"Do you want to cum, little dyke? Right here in the airport? All you have to do is ask permission." Grace was enjoying teasing Michelle. She knew that Michelle had been testing her ability to hold off cumming for weeks now. She had to be torn between wanting relief and knowing where she was.

For almost half a second, Michelle remained in the same position, squeezing Grace's hand harder and harder. Finally she opened her eyes to look into Grace's. "Please Ma'am, may this little pussy licking dyke be permitted to cum?"

Grace was surprised but pleased by Michelle's formal wording. She clearly wanted to play her part right.

"you have permission, precious."

As soon as the words were out of Grace's mouth, she could see Michelle visibly relax part of her control. Small shakes began to fun through her body. But at the same time, her mouth was tightly shut, lips locked together. And her hand was still squeezing Grace's tightly. Grace stroked Michelle's arm with her other hand. She was deeply enjoying the power Michelle was giving her.

Michelle was caught up in the cum. She knew where she was but if anything that was just making it stronger. All she could think about were the explosions inside her cunt and through her body. She wanted to scream but she bit her cheek to stop that. Finally she started to regain her control. At the same time, Grace first turned down the egg, then after Michelle seemed to be done, it went off.

Grace leaned over to Michelle and whispered in her ear. "you smell delightful, little slut. And I bet there is a nice wet spot on your dress. Make sure you walk in front of Me when W/we enter the plane."

Michelle blushed furiously as she thought about it. To her surprise, she was as embarrassed by the pleasure of being such a visible slut as she was by the thought that others might see or smell the evidence of her cum. Being with Grace was not only fun, it was proving to provide insights into heretofore unknown aspects of herself. She laid her head on Grace's shoulder and enjoyed the afterglow of the orgasm. Her lips smiled as Grace in turn rested her head against Michelle's.

Too soon, their contentment was interrupted by the call to board the flight. Standing, Michelle had to still hold in the egg. It was both easier and harder now. Without the vibration, she was not distracted by the ever present tension of controlling her excitement. On the other hand, a little bit had been taken out of her when she came. Her muscles trembled just a bit at the effort to clamp down and hold it in. As she walked, she could feel the remains of her juices dripping a little down her legs. And the moist patch on her dress was slightly cool as it brushed against her. It was an ever present reminder of the evidence that an observer could see. Walking on to the plane, Michelle kept hearing a voice in her mind, "you are a slut." But it wasn't a thought of shame but rather in the circumstances, it was one of pride, especially when it morphed into "you are Her slut."

Grace too was thinking about what a nice slut Michelle was for her. Her cute ass swayed in front of her as she walked down the gangway with the wet spot clearly visible if you looked. My but what fun they were going to have the next few days. She had spent considerable time thinking about it the night before. Once she knew Michelle was coming, it opened up a series of possibilities. Things that weren't possible in her real life could perhaps be experienced during this time. It would still just be a temporary game for the two of them but that was as much as was possible right now.

Grace had carefully selected their seat assignments. She had picked the side of the plane with two seats and, at least as of the time that she booked the flight, there had been no one on the other row of seats across from them. While both of them enjoyed playing in public, there was also a need for discretion and not to get themselves into trouble. She told Michelle to take the window seat. Letting Michelle settle in first, Grace spread her coat over Michelle's lap before taking her own seat.

Speaking softly to Michelle, Grace told her to remove the egg. "All electronic devices need to be turned off, precious. W/we wouldn't want to be unsafe," she chuckled.

Carefully Michelle put her hand under the coat and slowly drew her skirt up. Slipping her hand between her legs, she tried to not be obvious as she tried to extract it. It wasn't easy since she had to actually reach into her cunt and grasp it. The lascivious feeling of her fingers inside there while people continued to walk past was almost enough to make her try sliding them in and out, but that wasn't the command. Instead, she grasped the egg and gently pulled it from her. Her lips curled back a bit as her lips were stretched wide as the egg emerged.

The muskiness of Michelle's cunt could be slightly detected. Grace smiled. "Now precious, clean it off with your tongue."

The boldness of the order made Michelle blush again. She couldn't do that under a coat. How would she make it work, she thought. She turned to look out the window. Bringing the egg up to her mouth, she carefully screened it from the people in the plane. It wasn't the first time she had tasted her own juices, but now that she had tasted another woman she noticed the difference between the two. It wasn't a lot but enough. She briefly wondered if all women tasted unique. She wasn't sure whether she desired to know. Being with Grace was fun but she was Grace's little dyke. As yet, she didn't know if she was anyone else's.

It was not long before the plane took off and they were on their way to San Francisco. Grace took the time to explain her plans for the three days they would spend there.

"At home, I have to always be closeted. On this trip, I don't want to be. Neither of U/us are likely to meet anyone we know. Nothing W/we do here will carry over to O/our lives back home. So for the next three days, W/we are going to be out as lesbians. Alright?" she asked.

Michelle nodded. As Grace said, this was just about the next three days. There were no bigger questions that needed consideration.

"Good. Second, I want to go beyond how you and I normally interact. you are going to be openly submissive to Me the entire three days. I don't care what other people think. I want to experience the feeling of being Domme in public. I want you to call Me Mistress and you will obey My commands. you can trust Me to treat you well. you know that I am not into inflicting pain. I just want to experience total control. Agreed?"

Eyes bright, Michelle was excited at the idea of adding these new twists to their game. Grace knew how to make life fun and sexy. And if Michelle really didn't like something that Grace suggested, she could always say she wanted to end the game.

"Yes, Mistress. i agree. For O/our trip, You own me. I will be Your obedient little submissive." Michelle took Grace's hand and kissed the palm softly, sealing their agreement.




The Journey of Grace Ch. 06



Grace smiled at her and they snuggled together to enjoy the rest of the flight. Every once in a while, one of them would initiate a soft brief kiss. At first the flight attendants looked a little surprise, but given that they were flying to San Francisco, this wasn't totally unique behavior.

The sky was clear and they had a nice view of the ground. Michelle was delighted with the opportunity to try and find various things on the ground: small mountain lakes, streams, remote houses and other things of both nature and man. Grace stroked Michelle's neck as she looked out the window.

"It's just a game," Grace thought. "I know it is." But it was still something that was a deep desire for her to experience. And she recognized that it was a game even more so for Michelle. She was having fun playing this role. It was all new to her and Grace was both enticing and intriguing. Michelle could put on this role and then take it off again. 

Grace's mind drifted to think of Marie. This wouldn't have been a game for Marie. In fact it would have been her hope and wish to be like this with Grace. She would not have obeyed Grace because it was fun, but because that was what she should do for her Mistress. The enjoyment was with the secure knowledge that she was Hers. But for Marie, this trip would not have been enough. She couldn't have it be temporary. This was not something she could play at. Being submissive was who she was. And she had accepted that about herself. Grace hadn't yet, not in the same way. In her heart, Grace knew that she was Domme but being open with it, accepting it, that she couldn't do. 

Right now, it was as much as Grace could do. Like Michelle, she was only playing at being a Domme. It would be fun and exciting, but it would remain a role that she would put on and then take off when they returned. She would put the role away in the closet and take it back out when the game resumed.

Grace suppressed a sigh and forced the thoughts of Marie and of her life out of her mind. She didn't want Michelle to guess her thoughts. If this was as much as she could do now, Grace was determined to make the most of it.

She could feel the plane make that change in angle that said it was starting to descend. Moments later the pilot came on to announce the approach to San Francisco Airport. Fingers laced together, Grace and Michelle smiled at each other. They were both excited about their time together, each for different reasons. Each made this adventure possible for the other. The next three days would be made up of a nice partnership.



The Journey of Grace Ch. 07



Checking in early to their hotel proved to be no problem. It was a relatively quiet weekend with no major events and the hotel had seemed glad to have guests. There were no raised eyebrows either about two women sharing a room. Grace and Michelle clearly were there as a couple but in San Francisco that was nothing unusual.

Michelle had thought that they would christen the room right away with some play, but that was not Grace's plan. She had a number of things that she wanted to do before they began their evening. They wasted no time in the hotel but instead immediately took the rental car out again. Grace had reserved a small sporty little two seater. If she was going to have fun, she wanted to go all out.

Since she had only been in San Francisco a few times, Grace handed Michelle a street map along with directions on how to get to the Castro district. The famous gay district was the perfect place for the two of them to start. As they drove, Grace placed her hand on Michelle's thigh and slowly inched up her skirt until she could caress Michelle's bare skin. Her nails lightly scratched small circles that moved up and down Michelle's leg. Sometimes she would instead move her fingers down between Michelle's parted legs to caress the soft inner thigh. Grace loved the way that Michelle would wiggle as she touched a particularly sensitive spot and chuckled softly as Michelle found it hard to concentrate on following the map. Once or twice, they had to circle a block because she missed calling out a turn. Since they were not on a time schedule, Grace just smiled and kissed Michelle when she tried to apologize for her error.

Finally they found their way there through a combination of Michelle's navigation and the city thoughtfully putting up signs directing people there. Not surprisingly for either San Francisco or with the name, it had a Mexican flavor to the architecture that Grace quite liked. 

With Grace's arm around Michelle, the two of them slowly wandered along the sidewalk looking at the shops they passed. Occasionally they stopped to admire something in the window but they didn't enter any of the shops. Grace had a particular one that she wanted to visit first. She had found it online the other night while planning for the trip. To a degree, it had triggered her ideas about the weekend.

It was a jewelry shop that specialized in silver. Grace always loved the look of silver best. It went especially well with the black that she tended to favor. As they stopped to look at the window, Michelle gasped at how pretty some of the pieces were, not realizing that was their destination.

"Mistress, aren't they lovely?" she asked.

Smiling, Grace nodded. "I think they may have something I like." She smiled again as Michelle went to the door and held it open for her. Michelle had been doing little things since they got off the plane, taking seriously the idea that she should serve Grace.

An older man greeted them as they entered the building. Grace nodded back at him and he sensed that she wished to just look for a few moments. He thoughtfully held back and didn't intrude. While Michelle wandered and looked at some of the rings, Grace scanned the room until she thought she saw the case that she was looking for. She moved over to it and examined the silver necklaces inside. They were more stunning in person than the pictures had shown online, which wasn't at all a surprise. She turned to ask the shopkeeper to come help but he had already seen her interest and was moving to help her.

"Ah, the collars. Were you looking for something in particular?" he asked.

"I was looking to purchase one of the engraved ones, for the young lady," Grace said as she smiled at him. Again, Grace felt a sense of satisfaction when this seemed quite ordinary. He merely focused on helping her pick out the appropriate one.

"I see. Which one is the appropriate collar for your relationship," he inquired. "I have one that says 'slave'; one that is 'owned'; and there is this one that says 'slut'. Or did you want to have a custom engraving? That would take a day. I can make the pieces but I can't seem to use an engraver," he said chuckling.

Grace laughed along with him. "No, I think 'owned' will be fine."

He nodded and picked up the collar. It was shining bright. The front of it was wide piece of curved silver about three quarters of an inch wide that wrapped about two-thirds of the way around the neck and closed with two bands that went around the back. In a fancy script font, there was the word 'owned' that quite visible.

"I have two styles of closure that I can mount. One is has an opening and closing mechanism that makes it easier to take off. But I also have a closure that uses screws. Of course that one can be removed if need be, but not easily by the wearer. The collar is quite sturdy and can be worn around the clock without fear of it breaking," he explained.

Grace turned to Michelle and beckoned her over.

"Yes, Mistress?" Michelle asked. She blushed just slightly as it was only the second time she had called Grace that within earshot of someone else.

"I am going to buy this for you precious. I am interested in your opinion. Do you think I should get the clasp that can open, or this one that you cannot remove? I want your thoughts, thought I will make the final decision" Grace asked. 

Michelle moved close to Grace and softly kissed her cheek. "i belong to You, Mistress. If it is alright with You, i would rather have the one that only You can remove."

Grace found that her breath caught a little and what was suspiciously like a tear appeared in the corner of her eye. She hugged Michelle tight to her and nodded. "Of course, precious." 

The shopkeeper smiled at them both. He checked collar against Michelle's neck and took it off to make some final adjustments and mount the closure.

"Mistress, it is stunning. Thank you so much but it seems so fancy. i didn't bring anything to wear that will do it justice," Michelle said sounding a little worried.

Grace reached out and ran her fingers through Michelle's soft blond hair. "Don't you worry about that. W/we aren't done shopping yet. Now come over here and help Me pick out something else."

They walked over to a display of pendants. They were a number of different shapes and sizes but like the collars, they were also engraved. But these said things like "Mistress", "Domme", "Master", "Owner", and so on. Grace asked Michelle which one she liked the best. Michelle took the question seriously. She asked the shopkeeper to open the display and then brought out a number of them and held them up to Grace's throat. She was torn between a heart shaped one and an oval one. Both had the word "Mistress" engraved in strong letters. Finally she chose the oval one. Although she thought the heart shaped one might be more appropriate for their weekend, Michelle also could picture Grace wearing it at Corky's bar and thought that the oval one was a better choice in the long run.

Grace was pleased with this choice as well. The shopkeeper was just finishing up with the collar as she brought over the pendant. "Ah, that is a lovely one too. Did you want to wear these or shall I package them up?"

She was torn. Even though this was only for the weekend, placing a collar on someone was a special moment. It was almost a reverence that Grace felt towards it. It symbolized something that she felt was very important and serious. She felt like it should be done in a more intimate setting and somewhat more private.

The shopkeeper seemed to sense what she was thinking. He smiled gently at her and said, "Tell you what. I have a little garden in the back behind the shop. If you would like, you are welcome to go back there and use that area to put it on. It is quite nice."

Feeling a little overwhelmed at the kind gesture, Grace nodded and thanked him for the offer. "I am honored that you would let U/us do that. Thank you so much."

After paying, the two women walked out the back into a beautiful little Japanese style garden. There was a small little fountain that made a pleasant sound that almost completely covered up the sound of the street on the other side of the building. There were some vine maples that created a canopy so that the light was filtered with a green hue. It was just the place.

Grace turned to Michelle and said, "On your knees, precious." She watched as Michelle sank to the ground. Michelle looked up at her with a serious sort of smile on her face. Grace softly stroked her face before beginning. She knew that this wasn't a true collaring ceremony and she wouldn't say all that she might if it was. But still, it was not meaningless and she took it serious. Grace could tell that Michelle could sense its importance as well.

"This collar is the symbol of your willingly submitting to Me. Do you offer yourself to Me in submission? Do you agree to allow Me to do with you as I decide?" Grace asked.

"i do, Mistress." Michelle answered.

"I accept your submission, precious. you are owned now. you belong to Me. And I promise to cherish you and treat you with the respect and love that you deserve." Grace smiled and again felt a tear in her eye. This time she accepted it and let it roll down her face. "Bow your head, My little owned precious."

Michelle bent her head forward as Grace went around behind her. Grace's fingers brushed Michelle's hair to the side. They caressed Michelle's neck as they did so and she could not suppress the shiver that ran through her body. Grace had a powerful effect on her. The thin sliver plate felt cold against Michelle's neck as it first touched her. The metal straps pressed lightly against her neck as they closed together. She could feel Grace holding them together with one hand while she threaded the screws into the opening and tightening them first with her fingers, then a screwdriver. Her body tingled and she could feel that she was becoming wet. The thought kept running through Michelle's mind that now it would be obvious to everyone that she was Grace's little sub. The exhibitionist side of her found that very exciting. And knowing that she could not take off the collar, Michelle again thought about Grace. "i am owned by Her," Michelle thought. She wasn't exactly sure how it made her feel, but she knew that she enjoyed the sensation of letting Grace control and direct her. She felt so horny at that moment but no relief was offered. She sensed that she would have to wait for at least a little while. Grace wasn't going to violate the kindness with which the use of the garden had been offered.

From her knees, she looked up into Grace's face. "Mistress, may i be permitted to put Your necklace on You?" Michelle wanted to know.

"That is sweet, precious. I would very much enjoy that," Grace replied.

Rising up, Michelle went and got the pendant. Standing close behind Grace, she reached around to place the silver oval around her neck. Just before bringing the clasp together, Michelle leaned forward and gently kissed the spot where it would rest. Her lips opened just slightly and tugged lightly on Grace's skin.

"Mmmmm, precious. You feel good," Grace sighed.

Closing the clasp, Michelle ran her fingers around the chain to make sure that it was all straight and perfect. She wanted everything to be just right for her Mistress. In finishing checking, she wound up right in front of Grace. As she moved there, Grace took Michelle into her arms. She kissed Michelle with a passion. Her hand slipped up into Michelle's hair and she pressed her lips hard against Michelle's. Grace's mouth opened up to kiss wider with more hunger. As Michelle's own mouth opened, Grace's tongue thrust into her mouth. It pressed in deep, filling her mouth. Then just as Michelle started to press her body against Grace, the kiss started to end. Grace pulled back, her eyes coming open. Staring into Michelle's eyes, Grace gently bit Michelle's lower lip and pulled on it, stretching it out a little until it slid from her teeth.

Grace smiled at Michelle who returned it back in stunning fashion. They linked hands and walked back inside to thank the shopkeeper for both the lovely jewelry and the time in the garden. His eyes sparkled as he watched the two lovers trying to fight being completely engrossed in each other. He in turn thanked them for visiting his shop and hoped that they would return. They both turned to wave a goodbye just as they exited.

Michelle followed Grace's lead as they continued down the street. The internet hadn't been quite as successful in finding the next store but based upon the information Grace found there, she guessed that she would find what she was looking for in their current direction.

Sure enough, a block and a half later she found just what she wanted. It was a small boutique that specialized in evening wear. The clothing was all elegant, which is just what Grace wanted. She led Michelle into the shop.

For a moment, they didn't see anyone in the store but, responding to the chime of the door being opened, a young woman came out from the back of the store. "May I help you?" she asked them, looking from one to the other. Michelle looked slightly uncertain and turned to Grace.

"I would like to get a dress for Me and for My girlfriend. W/we are going to the theater tomorrow and I would like to get something suitable."

Michelle's lips turned into a round O of surprise. She was really a true poor student. She didn't have much in the way of nice clothes at college. And she had never had something as special as the clothing on display here. She tightened her hand in Grace's. "Thank You, Mistress. i can't believe You would buy me one of these," she said.

Grace gave her a winning smile in return. "you are My precious pet. It gives Me pleasure to do so." Turning back to the clerk, Grace asked if there was some place that they could try things on in a more private area. They were shown into a room in the back that had mirrors on the wall, a raised dais for one person to stand and smaller changing area separated with a curtain. Grace thought that it was perfect.

"Get undressed, precious. I will be back with something for you to try on in a moment," Grace commanded. The clerk started to indicate the changing area. But Grace shook her head. "No, undress standing on the dais. Everything but your thong."

Looking over at the clerk, Michelle blushed but said, "Yes, Mistress." She immediately went over to step up onto the dais and began to unbutton her blouse.

Turning to the clerk, Grace smiled. "she doesn't mind. In fact, she quite enjoys showing her body off. But please don't worry, she will behave." Grace laughed her low throaty laugh. The clerk laughed a little herself but she also had a slight blush. It wasn't the sight of the disrobing Michelle but the display of dominance and submission that caused it. Seeing lesbians and their varied relationships wasn't new for her, but rarely did she meet a couple whose roles were quite so clear. It was a little exciting to watch.

They went out into the shop and looked through the evening gowns. Grace clearly had an idea of what she wanted. It had to be long, with a slit almost all the way up to the hip, and tight to cling to Michelle's lovely body. And knowing what color she wanted to wear for herself, Grace wanted a contrast. They picked out several and brought them back into the other room.

Michelle was standing on the dais with nothing on but her thong. Her hands were nervously straightening the waist of the thong with her head bowed. Grace smiled at the lovely girl standing before her. She especially enjoyed the slightly damp patch on the thong, knowing that Michelle was excited both by being seen and the slight humiliation of being displayed. Grace took a seat while the clerk moved over to help Michelle try on the dresses.

As the clerk held the gown open, Michelle stepped her long legs into it. She reached down and pulled the front up as the clerk made sure that the gown didn't bunch and instead slid smoothly onto Michelle's body. Given her level of excitement, Michelle could not help but to shiver a little as she felt the fingers on her flesh. She reddened a little as well, since she could see from Grace's smile that she had seen it. Then Michelle concentrated on the gown. Like the other ones, it was black. This particular gown had a halter top that ran around her neck at the base.

Michelle twirled around for Grace. "Do You like it, Mistress?" she said as she admired it in the mirror.

"To be honest, precious, not really," Grace replied. "I thought that the neck might go well with your collar but I find it takes away from it. Plus it doesn't show off your sweet little body nearly enough!" That complement earned Grace a devilish smile from Michelle.

The clerk unhooked the top of the dress and helped to bring it down to her feet. As Michelle was twisting to get out of it, she almost pushed her bottom right into the clerk's face by mistake. Grace was having a delightful time watching the two of them try and work together. With the next dress, it was one of Michelle's breasts that got in the way, brushing along the clerk's cheek when she unexpectedly turned. Michelle's eyes rolled slightly as she felt the nipple drag on skin. She was finding harder to avoid moving her hips as her excitement grew.

Grace also didn't like this gown. Although quite tight, it had a higher back and Grace wanted to see that long and graceful back, especially because she had special plans that involved Michelle's back. Trying to take it off, Michelle's thong was actually pulled down a bit and most of her bare mound was exposed. Michelle looked over at Grace with a look of surprise and dismay on her face. She started to reach down to pull it up when she noticed the slight shake of Grace's head. Michelle at once arrested her reaction and waited for the clerk to take care of the problem. The clerk hesitated for a moment, and then looked over at Grace sitting with a look of expectation on her face. She slipped her fingers around the waist of the thong and pulled it up, her fingernails scraping against the smooth skin. She could hear Michelle's breath get a little quicker. Feeling bold, she carefully smoothed the front of the thong with a stroke of her hand. Michelle let a hiss of breath escape her mouth.

As the clerk turned to get the next gown, she looked again at Michelle's Mistress. Grace seemed amused by the little teasing Michelle had been given. Certainly the look Grace gave the clerk could only be interpreted as approval. She smiled back at Grace, enjoying the feeling of assisting Grace in this.

She brought back another gown. This one would hug Michelle and accent her lovely body. When she started to help Michelle on with it, she made sure that her fingers rang the length of Michelle's leg as she pulled it up. Rather than helping this time, Michelle stood there, slightly swaying, and stared into Grace's eyes. She was biting her full lower lip to help her control the excitement of being toyed with while on display. As the clerk's hands went over her rear, Michelle hardly realized that she pressed back against the touch. 

Unexpectedly, the clerk stepped up onto the dais just behind her. Since Michelle had not been helping pull up the dress, the clerk decided to do it in a different way. She put her arms around Michelle and put her hands under the dress where it pulled away. She brought it up against Michelle so that her hands were on Michelle through the dress. At the same time, she moved very close against Michelle from behind. Her hands slowly raised the top of the dress. As slow as her hands were, it was only moments before her hands were over Michelle's breasts, pressing the material against them. She could feel the hard nipples against her palm. She made sure that the balls of her hands pressed harder just as they went up over each nipple. As close as she was, she could feel Michelle's body trembling. It was clear that it wouldn't take much to push her up over the edge.




The Journey of Grace Ch. 07



Grace rose from where she was standing and walked over to Michelle whose eyes watched every movement. Stepping close, Grace said one word, "Discipline."

Inwardly Michelle groaned, knowing that meant that she would not get permission to cum yet. Outwardly she only nodded her obedience to Grace. She focused on controlling her excitement and not letting it overwhelm her. 

The clerk did not quite understand the significance of what Grace had said but there was a clear change in Michelle. She was no longer pushing back against her although Michelle's trembling continued. The clerk was slightly startled when Grace spoke to her.

"If you could get down please, I would like to see how the dress looks on My horny little slut," Grace said with a chuckle. Then she watched the clerk slowly step away from Michelle then down from the dais. Grace could tell that she was unsure as to why she had participated in teasing Michelle. She also seemed nervous that she had upset Grace.

As she walked around Michelle, Grace paused to squeeze the clerks hand and whispered, "Thank you for teasing My Michelle. Sluts like her enjoy it, even when I deny her release."

Turning once more to look at Michelle, Grace murmured her approval. The gown fit her extremely well. The front was a sweetheart cut that accented her breasts wonderfully while the back was cut quite low, almost to where the swell of her rear started. It was slit all the way up one leg to just below her waist. With each step, her beautiful legs would be shown. That wasn't the only reason she liked the high slit. It afforded access. Testing it, Grace slipped her hand into the slit and softly stroked Michelle's wet mound.

"Oh Mistress, Your fingers feel so good," Michelle said with a gasp. Her hips pushed forward against Grace's hand. The hand lingered there, pressing one finger then another into Michelle. Grace smiled. There was more than enough room there for her to have fun. Sliding the thong aside for a moment, she let one finger run between Michelle's swollen cunt lips. Michelle groaned loudly as Grace finished by tapping her clit one time, then she felt Grace withdraw.

Holding her finger up in front of her own face, Grace breathed in deeply. Then she touched her tongue to it and took a little taste. She made a little sound of pleasure and then licked her finger clean while Michelle watched. The clerk too watched not fully understanding the byplay between the two but enjoying watching. She wished that Grace would make Michelle cum. It seemed like it would be exciting to watch but she sensed that Grace was not going to allow it and that Michelle would neither ask for more nor disobey.

Turning to the clerk, Grace nodded. "W/we will take this one. Could you please take it off her before her wet little cunt drips all over it?" Michelle turned very red at Grace's accurate description. 

The clerk nodded and helped Michelle out of the gown. This time there was no teasing. The atmosphere was turning more businesslike. She helped Michelle pick out a pair on spike heeled CFM pumps that perfected the curve of her calves. She then quickly placed a few pins and marks where the gown would need to be fitted for Michelle. In a very short time, Michelle was once again standing on the dais clad only in her thong. But now her thong was soaking wet and her inner thighs had a shine where her juices had run down a bit.

"you can get dressed, precious. We will be back shortly with something for Me to try on." Grace turned and exited out of the room again with the clerk following. She had already seen the gown that she liked. She had only to find the right size. Still by the time she was back in the room, Michelle was just about finished getting dressed.

Looking over at the clerk for a moment, Michelle went down to her knees in front of Grace. "Mistress, may i have the privilege of serving You in trying on Your dress?"

Grace smiled and ran her fingers through Michelle's hair. "Of course precious. I love having you serve Me. But I think W/we will use the changing room. you are the horny little slut who loves being shown off, not Me." Grace smiled and kissed Michelle.

Michelle passionately kissed Grace back and then nodded. "Yes i am, Mistress."

Shutting the curtain behind them, Michelle carefully unbuttoned Grace's blouse. Smiling up at Grace, she took the time to give a little kiss after each button. She knew how to tease back even if not on an equal level. She could tell from the soft sounds that Grace made that she was enjoying it. Moving around her, Michelle took the blouse off Grace and then kissed a soft trail down Grace's spine. Michelle was very pleased to see a shiver follow it. Then she reached down and undid Grace's jeans. Sliding her hands under them, she slowly pulled them down, peeling them off Grace. Moving in front again, she finished pulling them over each foot. Finally she helped Grace remove her bra.

Stepping back, Michelle admired her Mistress. She hoped that in fifteen years, she would look so good. Her body was firm in the right places and round in the right ones too. 

"Mistress, i do not seem to be the only one who is a little wet. May i be allowed a quick taste?" Michelle looked hopefully at Grace.

Looking at Michelle with affection, Grace reached out and grasped Michelle's hair. She pulled her forward gently until Michelle face was almost touching her mound. "Just a little one, precious."

"Thank You, Mistress," Michelle said as she pushed her face against the thong. Her tongue probed and gathered in the musky, salty cream. Then Grace started to pull her back by her hair. For a second Michelle resisted, lingering. Then she gave into Grace.

Rising from her knees, Michelle got the white gown that Grace had picked out. She admired it as she helped Grace put it on. It was long like hers but tight and without a slit. And it had a daring plunging neckline. It would show off Grace in a way that was both sexy and classy. 

Walking out to the room, Grace stepped up onto the dais. Michelle could not take her eyes off of Grace. She didn't see the smile on the clerk's face when she noticed the remains of Michelle's little taste. "You are so beautiful, Mistress. i love that dress on You." In particular, Michelle liked how the Mistress pendant hung in between the neckline. It drew attention to it and the word Mistress was quite noticeable.

The clerk nodded her approval. "Ma'am, that dress really does look good on you. Would you like me to make the measurements to get it fitted?"

"Yes, this is the one I want. Now you remember that I need both of them no later than noon tomorrow at O/our hotel?" Grace raised an eyebrow.

The clerk assured her that it would be no problem. She would get them on time and delivered. Grace had already put on the pumps she had picked out. They weren't quite as high as Michelle's but hey were still part of a stunning outfit. The clerk knelt to mark the length and pin it up. This close, she could smell Grace's pussy. Her own most assuredly was just as fragrant. She knew that tonight she was going to need to either get lucky or get out her little battery powered friend.

After finishing paying, Grace and Michelle both gave the clerk a hug and thanked her for the assistance. She couldn't help but give Michelle a little goose when they hugged. Michelle laughed softly and as she turned away, she gave a little wiggle to her ass at the clerk.

Michelle and Grace continued walking down the street. This time, Grace was looking for an entirely different store. She didn't want class and style. They were going out clubbing tonight and they needed sexy club wear. She didn't have to search far before the found just the shop. Unlike the other one, the clerks there were bored and unmotivated to be helpful. It didn't matter. Michelle was happy to serve her Mistress and they commandeered a changing room where they tried on numerous outfits. Both of them started to get giggly and that turned into a series of laughing fits. Still, they were able to find outfits that pleased both of them. Michelle especially wanted to please Grace with her outfit since she was planning on being as sexy as she could for Grace. She wanted Grace to want her passionately when they got back to the hotel so that Grace would not just tease her but give her relief.

They took their purchases back to the car and Grace drove back to the hotel. Once there, they both ordered some room service. Michelle insisted on setting it up herself. She signed for the bill and brought it in and then served Grace. Rather than sitting with Grace, Michelle knelt beside her. She was careful to watch Grace to anticipate any of her needs. As Grace's glass got close to empty, Michelle refilled it from the bottle of mineral water. When she finished her main course, Michelle took the plate away and replaced it with the fruit Grace had selected for dessert. Michelle could tell that Grace was enjoying the service. She kept stroking Michelle's head, running her fingers through Michelle's hair. Michelle ate as well. She just made sure that Grace was taken care of first.

When Grace finished eating the fruit, Michelle took her hands and carefully licked them clean of any fruit juices. She spent extra time running her tongue along the center of Grace's palm, looking up into Grace's eyes as she did so and finishing with a kiss.

Grace smiled at her. "Does My little precious want something?" she asked.

Her eyes sparkling, Michelle nodded and then replied, "You're little slut wants to get fucked, Mistress!"

"Fucked, is it? Are you sure?" Grace's own eyes sparkled as she looked at Michelle. She chuckled at the eager nod Michelle gave her. "Sluts should be naked, if they want to be fucked!" Grace said forcefully to Michelle.

Michelle wasted no time. She quickly stripped off her clothes and then returned to kneeling in front of Grace. "Like this, Mistress?" she wanted to know.

"Mmmmm, yes precious little slut," Grace admired Michelle's body once again. Turning, she went to her suitcase. From it, she took a couple of lengths of cloth. She tied one to each of the posts of the base of the bed. Grace then returned to stand in front of Michelle but not close enough for Michelle to touch, even if she attempted to do so. Slowly Grace did a strip tease for Michelle. It wasn't overly sexual. It just teased Michelle with hints of her body until Grace finally would reveal something, like when she took of her blouse or slide her pants down. Naked, Michelle knew that she was dripping from her pussy but she remained still as she watched Grace disrobe. When Grace had only her thong on, she pulled it tight against her mound. Michelle could see the outline of Grace's pussy and the moisture that was soaking into the thong. Her tongue licked her lips. Then Grace hooked her thumbs into the thong and pulled it down, showing Michelle her neatly trimmed pussy. An audible groan hissed out of Michelle's lips.

Slowly, Grace started to walk around Michelle who turned her head to keep her eyes on Grace until Grace's voice snapped out a command to keep her eyes forward. Michelle could sense Grace getting just behind her. There was a little shiver that went up her back.

"Stand up, little slut," Grace told her. Carefully, Michelle attempt to come to her feet as gracefully as she could. She chuckled in her mind as Michelle thought about the double meaning that gracefully could have. A quick gasp passed Michelle's lips as Grace touched her on the back. Grace's hand pressed her over, forcing her to bend at the waist. 

"Give Me one hand, little slut," Michelle heard and she obeyed. Grace took the offered hand and took the other end of the cloth and bound Michelle's hand with it. Then she took the other one and did the same. With the way Michelle had bent over and then was tied, she would not be able to straighten up. From behind her, Michelle could hear Grace doing something. Then there was the patter of her feet coming back. Michelle was careful to only look straight ahead. She knew Grace wanted her to stay in that position.

"Now what was it again that you wanted, My precious little slut?"

"Mistress, i want to get fucked please."

As she said that, Michelle felt something press up against her cunt. It felt like a cock about to enter her. Grace's hands touched her hips and pulled Michelle back against her and Michelle felt the "cock" start to slide into her. Michelle helped it by pushing back into Grace. It was long and hard and Michelle felt it filling her.

"Do you like My grrlcock, little slut?"

"Oh god, yes Mistress." Michelle moaned. "Fuck me with Your grrlcock." As Michelle felt Grace's hips press in against her ass, she knew Grace had to be wearing a strap-on dildo. It was thicker than she had taken before but she was so wet from being excited all day, it slid in without pain. Grace ground her hips against Michelle, pushing it in deeper. Then she started to saw it in and out of Michelle's cunt. She would pull almost all the way out and then push it in hard. Michelle was panting and groaning. Her hands were pulling back against the bindings but they were very secure. Each thrust rocked her onto the balls of her feet.

Reaching around her with one hand, Grace sought out Michelle's clit. She slid her fingers between the wet cuntlips and flicked a finger against it each time that the grrlcock reached the deepest point. Grace's other hand stretched out to grasp Michelle's long hair. She pulled on it. As Michelle had dropped her head once she started to get fucked, this forced her head back and up. It wasn't hurting her but Michelle could feel how much Grace was in control of the situation.

Their legs pressed against each other as Grace drove her strap-on into Michelle. Then there was a pulling back only to be followed up by a hard thrust. Michelle tried to press back as much as she could given her bindings. Barely aware of it, she was muttering a stream of obscenities. "Fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck me hard. So fucking good, Mistress." 

They both found a rhythm. As Grace pulled back, Michelle arched her back slightly to move her hips forward. As Grace started to slide in, Michelle pressed her ass back and helped the strap-on to slide deep and hard into her. Each stroke, Grace's fingers played with her clitty, bringing her closer. She was panting, moaning. She hoped that Grace knew how much she was loving being fucked by her. She could feel the contour of the dildo as it pressed against the walls of her hot and wet cunt. Her panting grew faster. Each thrust also meant Grace pulling on her hair. It was starting to hurt just a little but Michelle knew that was Grace's right. Her Mistress could do whatever she wanted and that too was exciting.

Michelle had been so excited for so long that day, she could tell that she wasn't going to be able to hold out too long. Already, she could feel the beginnings of the release she so longed for. But she couldn't just yet.

"Mistress, please i am going to cum. May i please have permission, or if You are going to just tease me, i need You to stop. And i hope to God that You are not teasing Your little slut!" Michelle panted out the words.

Grace smiled and leaned forward, pressing the grrlcock into Michelle. She let go of Michelle's hair and then pressed her lips to the back of Michelle's neck. Kissing her softly there, Grace then moved her lips closer to an ear. "I'm not teasing, My wonderful little slut." Flicking Michelle's clit with each word she said, "you may cum, precious."

Her mind relieved, Michelle gave herself into the feeling. Thrusting harder back against Grace, Michelle felt her orgasm start. It exploded through her. Michelle couldn't help but cry out loudly, letting her Mistress know how good it felt. "Oh my God, yes," she screamed. Her body quivered as Grace continued to drive her grrlcock deep into Michelle. It felt so good to Michelle after being denied her release for so long.

"Oh fuck me, Mistress, fuck me harder," Michelle cried out. Throughout her orgasm, she continued to thrust her ass back and forth on the hard grrlcock. She wanted to feel it as deep in her as she could. "Oh God, yes, that's it, Mistress. i'm cumming for You. Fuck Your little slut!"

Grace loved the way that Michelle was cumming. Her movements and thrusts back were pressing the base against her own mound, giving her wonderful stimulation. But much more than that, it was the control Michelle had given her. Despite wanting desperately to cum, she had waited for Grace's permission. The combination of the fucking and the heady feeling of ownership pushed Grace over the edge. Her own orgasm began. Slamming her grrlcock in and out of Michelle's dripping cunt, Grace felt the delicious feeling of the orgasm take over her body. Her mind saw stars. It grew harder for her to continue to fuck Michelle as her own body shook and quivered. Grace was not as vocal as Michelle, who was still moaning and crying out. Even in letting herself cum, Grace maintained a level of control over herself. 

Grace reached out to grasp and pull Michelle's hair back. It wasn't a lot, but it hurt Michelle a bit more than Grace realized. Michelle had almost started to cum a second time along with Grace but the pain was enough of a distraction that she felt the feeling slip away. Michelle was momentarily frustrated but then realized she had agreed to let Grace treat her however she wanted. And in any case, she cared for Grace and wanted to please her, especially after how well Grace was being to her. Instead of being frustrated, she put her energy into fucking herself on Grace's grrlcock so that it would give pleasure back to Grace. Michelle moved her ass up and down so that the base rubbed more and more against Grace's clit.

Her eyes closed, Grace loved the feelings. She could tell what Michelle was doing. Her own thrusts were less steady but still going deep into Michelle. At the end of each stroke, she paused and held her body close to Michelle's as a wave passed over her, and then she could pull back for the next one. 

Slowly the orgasm started to ebb. Her eyes opened as she continued to fuck Michelle. She looked down on the young college woman who was bent over in front of her. For a second Grace was simply amazed at her good fortune. Not only was she screwing a beautiful young woman who was years younger than her, Michelle belonged to her as well. And it was open so that she didn't have to hide this side of herself away. The last bits of her orgasm flared a little harder as this went through Grace's mind.

"Too bad it can't last," she thought a little sadly. Grace pushed the thought away. And for the most part, it went away, retreating to a place at the back of her mind where she was barely conscious of it.

Grace leaned forward and pressed her body close to Michelle's. She reached down and undid the bindings that held Michelle's hands. Michelle's well used body fell forward onto the bed with Grace cuddling her in her arms. Lying together like spoons, they softly kissed each other. Grace caressed Michelle's face, brushing the hair damp with sweat away. Michelle's eyes were sparkling bright as she looked into Grace's. She whispered softly, "Thank you, Mistress. Your little slut needed that."

Grace hugged Michelle close and replied, "It was My pleasure, precious. I loved fucking you too." She looked over at the clock. They still had a couple of hours before they needed to get ready for the evening out. Grace grabbed one side of the cover on the bed and pulled it up and around them. They lay together, arms and legs still entwined. Michelle nestled her head against Grace's neck and shoulder and sighed with contentment. She turned slightly and lightly kissed Grace's throat. Then she settled her head back down.

Grace smiled and kissed the top of Michelle's head. Her hand continued to stroke her little pet's hair as they lay together. After a few minutes, Grace could tell from Michelle's breathing that she had fallen into a light sleep. She felt sleep come over her as well. Her internal clock, like most things in her life, was strongly under her control. She decided that she could sleep for an hour and knew that she would wake just when she wanted. As she drifted off, Grace's last sleepy though was of Marie and how nice it would be if it was Marie there in her arms. Then she was asleep too.



The Journey of Grace Ch. 08



As Michelle entered the theatre, she drew in a breath of amazement. It was older and full of rich carve wooden decorations. The entry hall was filled with elegant people milling their way slowly towards the doors leading to their seats. She squeezed Grace's hand with excitement and turned her face towards her. Michelle's face was lit up with a stunning smile that Grace returned. 

"She looks radiant," thought Grace and felt the slight discontent submerge even further below the surface. She was determined to enjoy the evening. It was their last night in San Francisco. Soon her little fantasy was going to disappear, but for now it still held true. The collar she had purchased shown bright around Michelle's neck. The word "owned" was clear to anyone who glanced at it. And the cut of Michelle's black gown was drawing lots of looks.

Grace leaned over and gave Michelle a deep kiss. Even publically like this, Michelle returned it with a lack of self-consciousness that was surprising. As the kiss ended and they continued to walk to the doors into the main hall, Michelle pulled Grace's arm around her and snuggled against her. Some of the other patrons glanced over at them but Grace could tell by the way their eyes wandered, most of them were admiring two gorgeous women. Only one or two might have been bothered by the thought of two women together.

The usher showed them two their seats. Like other aspects of this trip, Grace had splurged on the tickets. They were direct in the center of the theater and, in her opinion, the perfect location of being close enough without being too close. While Michelle liked going to plays, almost all of her experiences had been with school productions or with small, struggling theaters. She looked around the theater was fascinating. The gilded wood, the red fabrics, and the buzz of a theater full of people came together to create a wonderful feeling in her. She kissed Grace's cheek and thanked her again for asking her to come on this adventure.

"Of course, precious, though the pleasure hasn't all been yours," Grace smiled a knowing smile. Michelle blushed as the couple next to them softly chuckled as they overheard Grace. Michelle sought reassurance through physical contact. She moved closer to Grace, laid her head against Grace's shoulder and clasped hand in hand with her. The lights started to dim and the curtain came up.

Try as she could, Grace was unable to let the performance absorb her. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the previous night. They had gone club hopping. Both of them were dressed in hot outfits. From Michelle's collar, there dangled a short leash that Grace had brought with her. Grace's didn't afford quite the access to her body that Michelle's did, but she looked very good in it. Michelle's seemed to be constantly in danger of completely coming off or moving in a way that revealed the rest of her body. Grace loved sliding her hands into one of the openings and caressing Michelle's soft skin. 

As usual, Grace didn't drink much. She was already having a wonderful time with her inhibitions lowered on their own. Michelle on the other hand was slowly getting quite wasted. Every time they switched clubs, she would get another drink. Even when they decided they didn't like the club, she downed her drink before leaving. 

Grace took them to mostly straight clubs. She wanted to be out. She wanted to be in a place where she could be completely open about her sexuality. Somewhat late in the evening, she led Michelle out and began dancing with her to the beat. What little inhibitions Michelle might have had were removed by the alcohol. Grace had been caressing her all night, but so far had not let her cum. She was used to that by now, but it was still making her very horny and frustrated. So she was taking it out on Grace in the way that she was dancing with her.

Michelle was circling around Grace, pressing her body against Grace's. She ground her mound against Grace with each step while stroking her arms and shoulders. The beat was loud and they could barely hear each other when they did talk. Michelle didn't need to be heard. Grace could read her lips as Michelle said "Your slut" each time she passed in front of Grace. Finally, she grabbed Michelle by the hair and pulled her close to kiss her hard. Grace's tongue thrust into her mouth, probing deep, tasting her. She could feel Michelle sigh into the kiss. One leg slipped forward to press against Michelle wet pussy. Michelle probably didn't even realize that she was moving herself up and down on it.

After a short time, however, Michelle realized that she had let Grace take the initiative back. Michelle really wanted to tease Grace more though. Pulling back just a little, she ended the deep kiss and started to kiss down Grace's neck. She could feel Grace breathing harder. Just as she reached her collar bone, Michelle stopped kissing her altogether and moved to face away from her. The time they were not touching was brief. Michelle backed up, her ass pushing against Grace's mound. Moving to the beat, Michelle ground her ass back. Sliding it, shaking it, she did everything she could to tease Grace.

Looking forward, Michelle could see that two men were starring at them. Clearly a couple of women hot for each other and dancing like that was something the guys found exciting. A very sexy smile crept over Michelle's face as she noted the tenting of their crotches. She liked the idea of titillating them. Her hand sought out Grace's and pulled it up from her belly to her breasts. She let out a little moan as Grace rubbed one then the other. Michelle continued to look at the two as she bit her lip.

Grace had no idea about this interplay. Her own eyes were closed. She loved the dance and the feeling of her little pet grinding away at her. As Michelle moved her hand, Grace started to kiss Michelle's neck, mixing it with small bites. Taking Michelle's nipple between her fingers, she started to pinch it through the top. She could feel Michelle's body quivering which excited Grace all the more. But then the song finally came to end and Grace became more aware of the world around her. Michelle's body parted from hers.

Before turning around, Michelle looked one last time at the two guys. Both of them were hot and maybe only a couple of years older than she was. It was exciting to be turning them on at the same time she was turning on Grace. Then she faced Grace with a big grin.

"you are a sexy little minx, precious," Grace breathed. "It is a pleasure dancing with you."

"Thank You, Mistress. i'm having so much fun," Michelle replied.

Before the next song started, they were surprised when the two guys who had been watching came up to them. Michelle felt a stab of guilt for having been flirting with them. At the same time, there was an exhibitionist streak that was glad that she had been admired and they wanted more.

"Would you gals care to have one dance with us?" the dark haired one asked.

Grace almost frowned. She wasn't really interested in dancing with any guys. And while she had been cheating on her husband now for some time with other women, she saw doing something with a man as being completely different. But when she glanced at Michelle, she saw that rather than being submissive, Michelle was clearly interested in having a dance with them. Sighing softly, Grace instead said, "I guess we can do that."

The dark haired guy was named Keith and he stepped over to dance with Grace. Throughout the dance, Grace had to work to keep Keith at a reasonable distance. While she didn't want to be blunt, she kept thinking that he would figure out that she had no interest. Michelle and the other guy, Jim, had gotten slightly separated from them. She could see Michelle just past a few other dancers. From what she could see, it didn't appear as if Michelle was trying as hard to keep Jim off of her. They were dancing close and while there was nothing overt, it sure seemed like she was into the guy. Between the other dancers, Grace would catch a glimpse. When Jim touched her, Michelle seemed to let his hand stay.

Grace could feel a sick feeling in her stomach. Reality was intruding on her fantasy. She knew that Michelle was not really a lesbian and only playing at being her sub. But for the last two days, the fantasy had been able to obscure reality. And what made it worse was the feeling of jealousy that she had at the thought of someone else touching her. It reminded her of Marie which was the last person that she wanted to be thinking about now. Most of the time, she was able to keep the longing under control. But now, feeling vulnerable with Michelle immediately brought Marie to the fore.

The song finally came to an end. She watched as Jim brought Michelle back over to where she and Keith stood. He had a big smile on his face and as he walked, he kept his hand on Michelle' arm.

"You gals are really hot. We should spend the rest of the evening together. What do you say?" Jim blurted out as soon as they were back.

The irritation Grace had been feeling flared up into true anger. And Michelle was as much the target of it as were the guys. She was supposed to be Grace's alone. Instead, she had encouraged the two men. Even Grace could see the interest in Michelle's eyes. She would be more than willing if Grace said it was okay.

But it wasn't. Not ever.

Coldly, Grace looked at Michelle.

"What are you?" she asked without intonation.

Michelle blinked. Suddenly she saw Grace's displeasure. Michelle felt the pleasant buzz from too much drink slip quickly away. At least for now, she was quite sober.

"i'm Your slave, Mistress." Michelle's arm dropped from contact with Keith as if it was a hot coal. Her hands clasped together in front and she lowered her eyes to show respect.

"What else are you, slave?" Grace continued.

"i'm Your horny little slut."

She turned to Keith. "You see her collar. What does it say?"

Both men were starring, stunned by the sudden change in the situation. Keith closed his mouth after a second of it hanging open. "Ummmm, it says owned."

"Ask her what that means."

Keith looked over at Jim for a moment then at Michelle. "What does it mean, owned?"

Michelle raised her eyes to look at Keith. She knew that it would be wrong in Grace's opinion to show him deference. It was somewhat humiliating to tell him, and not in the ways that got her excited. "It means that i have accepted Her as my owner, that i willingly agree to let Her make my choices for me. i serve Her in any way that She wants. And that Her pleasure is my desire."

"Do you understand what that means?" Grace asked Keith. "It means she is Mine. It's My choice as to whether or not I might share her. she has no say in the matter. And how I treat her, and what I tell her to do, that is My choice as well."

"What are you talking about?" Keith broke in. "She doesn't have to put up with that." He went as if to reach out to take Michelle's arm back.

Before Grace could do a thing, Michelle twisted away from him. "You don't understand. She isn't making me do anything. i desire this. i want Her control and ownership. It was my wish to become Her slave."

Grace nodded. "You two would never understand. Submission isn't about being forced to do thing. It's about willingly giving away yourself to another."

"Mistress, please let me demonstrate my obedience in some way." Michelle looked very briefly up at Grace then back down.

Reaching out to stroke Michelle's cheek, Grace's voice was much softer than before. "Of course, slave. Kneel down and then kiss My foot, asking for forgiveness."

Michelle was truly sorry. Grace had been very good to her. For relatively little in return, at least as Michelle saw it, Grace had opened up several new worlds for her. But Michelle could tell how her failure had hurt Grace and that was the last thing that she wanted. Michelle let herself kneel down and then bending over, she first stroked then kissed Grace's toes. 

Looking up at Grace, she pleaded, "Please forgive Your little slut for losing control and not thinking about You." Then she kissed Grace's foot again.

Grace held out her hand for Michelle and then helped her get back to her feet. She pulled Michelle close to her, looking into her eyes.

"you are forgiven, precious. I know that you didn't mean anything by it."

Hugging Grace tightly to her, Michelle took the offered kiss. For Michelle, the rest of the world ceased to exist. She poured her regret and her feelings for Grace into the kiss. She didn't want it to end. While they were kissing, she couldn't see the hurt in Grace, and maybe it could wipe that all away.

Suddenly ignored, the two men realized that they had in essence been dismissed. As they walked away, they muttered to each other something about "crazy bitches." Not that it mattered, since Grace and Michelle were not even aware of them.

Eventually, the kiss ended. It wasn't sudden, rather their lips parted briefly then came back to caress or pull on an upper lip. There were little touches that gradually grew longer. Finally they were just looking into each other's eyes as they remained together. The kiss served its purpose. They had put a patch on the wound and could move on. But it had put a damper on the evening. It was impossible for either one of them to recapture the carefree spirit of before. In the end, Grace decided that they should just head back to the hotel.

In the hotel room, they slowly undressed in a very unusual silence. Normally they would have been chatting about the day in an excited tone. Tonight, the distance between them was still apparent. Grace was lost in her own thoughts and Michelle just didn't know what to say. She knew that Grace wasn't looking for any more apologies. And while Michelle knew the incident had sparked this mood, she couldn't read Grace well enough to understand exactly what she was thinking. Finally Michelle fell back on something more basic to bridge the gap.

Michelle walked up behind Grace and took over the tasks of undressing. Grace was still in her bra, panties and stockings. "Let me, Mistress."

As she undid Grace's bra, Michelle softly kissed her shoulder. Her lips caressed the soft skin. Her hands cupped Grace's breast, pressing into them lightly before tugging the bra away. Already naked, Michelle pressed her body against Grace. The strapless bra dropped to the ground. Michelle's hands stroked Grace's belly as they moved down to her thong. Her fingertips ran along and then under the waistband. She began kissing her way down Grace's back giving her soft loving touches. Slowly she moved into a kneeling position behind Grace. She kissed along the waistband behind while her fingers caressed in front. Then she covered Grace's ass cheeks with a combination of kisses and little licks.

The attention was helping Grace to forget the evening and concentrate on the now. The things that had interrupted her fantasy were fading and her lust was growing. She began to push her ass back at Michelle. She wanted more. She wanted to be pleased.

Taking the thong in her teeth, Michelle began to tug on it. At first, she just pulled backwards so that it stretched against Grace's pussy. As she did so, her fingers stroked the lips that were outlined. They spread the moisture that was beginning to flow from Grace. Then Michelle tugged upwards so that the thong dug into Grace's slit. Rocking her head, Michelle pulled in time with the movements Grace was making. One finger tapped softly against Grace's clit. Each tap elicited a slight gasp.

Enjoying exciting Grace, Michelle started to pull the thong down with her teeth. Her hands both helped and teased. Tracing the edge of where the fabric was dug into her slit, they also helped to pull it free. Her fingers followed the thong down, stroking her legs. Once the thong was lying on the ground, Michelle moved around in front of Grace. With her ass raised, she bent down to kiss Grace's stocking covered feet. Her hair fell over her face as her lips and tongue touched each part of Grace's foot. She lifted her hands to pull the stockings down. This forced her to bend even further since she lost all leverage. Her face was pressed into Grace's feet but she kept up her worshipping of them.

Grace loved it. The view of Michelle's body was stunning. Her ass was raised high but moving left and right to try and keep her balance. Grace wanted to cum. She could feel her orgasm almost ready but she was also feeling of being served by Michelle. Most of the time, her pleasure came from controlling the situation. She usually needed to be the one doing. But right now, she needed to be the center. Michelle was focused on serving her Mistress and it felt right. She had been wronged and Michelle was atoning for it with her worship. 

As each stocking came off, Michelle took her time to kiss and suck on each toe. Her tongue caressed it as her lips moved up and down. She treated them like little cocks, sucking on the tips; pulling them into her mouth; then swirling her tongue along them. As she finished with the last little toe, she raised herself to sit kneeling looking up at Grace.

"Now Mistress, with Your permission, Your slave is going to make You cum!" she said with a smile.

Michelle's hair was all messy. Her lips and chin were wet from her kisses and licks. But Grace wasn't sure Michelle had ever looked lovelier. Her sliver collar was bright and shining. The word "owned" was very clear. With a voice thick with desire, Grace said, "you have My permission precious."

Sitting up higher, Michelle looked at Grace's wet pussy. She flicked her lips with her tongue. Then she breathed in the tangy scent of Grace. Leaning forward, she softly kissed it. As she did so, Grace's hands came down to her head. She softly sighed out the word, "Mistress." She loved that she could feel Grace tremble slightly at the word. Her tongue extended out to stroke the wet slit. Up and down she went. Then she sought out Grace's clit. Her tongue circled it, once, twice, three times. Grace's fingers tightened in her hair. Then Michelle flicked her tongue over the little head. Grace pulled her in closer. She flicked again. Then she softly sucked on it, tongue touching and caressing it. Now Grace was pressing against her and pulling on her hair. It hurt a little but Michelle knew she deserved the hurt. In a way, it would cleanse her.

Grace needed to hold onto Michelle. The emotions of the entire night were wrapped up in the orgasm that started to overcome her. Her pussy ground into Michelle's face, smearing it with her cum. The waves flowed up her body and she felt it explode in her head, then she wasn't thinking anymore. Her screams grew louder and loader as she let it all out. The caresses that Michelle was giving just kept the orgasm going on. Grace had to put almost her whole weight onto Michelle's head and shoulders to keep from falling over. Her hips thrusting in to meet Michelle's tongue.

Finally, Grace felt it slow. Her mind cleared. There were still little tremors running up and down her body. Michelle felt the change. She changed from the frantic licks, kisses and bites that she had been giving to softer strokes. She cleaned Grace's pussy, then her legs. She wanted to collect ever drip of Grace's juices. Grace also let her grip on Michelle's hair relax. She hadn't been in a condition to realize how hard she had been pulling. Some strands of hair came with her hands as she lifted them.

It didn't seem to have affected Michelle. As she finished cleaning Grace, she looked up at her with a sexy smile. "i hope Your slave pleased You, Mistress," she said. Grace could still only smile and nod.

Then Michelle moved to get up onto their bed. Her lithe body was beautiful. And for Grace, it was even more so as her front was all wet from her orgasm. Drips had run down from her mouth, along her neck to her breasts. Michelle looked down at them. She lifted up one breast and flicked her tongue along it to gather up the nectar. "Mmmm, You taste so good, Mistress." Then she cleaned the other breast just as thoroughly as the first. 




The Journey of Grace Ch. 08



"i feel so slutty tonight, Mistress," she said in a low voice. "i'm Your little slut." Her hands started to caress her breasts, stroking the sides where it felt tickly good, and then pulling on her nipples where it felt more wicked.

Grace stood watching, knowing that Michelle wanted to perform for her. She nodded at Michelle and replied, "you are a slut, My little slave. Show Me how slutty you are."

Grinning, Michelle dropped her hands from her breasts to touch her cunt. She smiled as she thought, "yes i have a cunt. Mistress has a pussy. Cunts are so much sluttier!" Parting her cunt, she felt how wet she was. She was literally dripping onto the bed. She showed Grace how wet by sliding a finger along her slit to cover it and then sucking it off. Her fingers went back down to finger her clit. It was engorged and extended out more now. She showed off to Grace by flicking it, feeling the quiver that ran through her body as she played with it. She pulled and pushed, and then she pinched it. The quivers grew into tremors and she knew she might cum if she continued. Michelle wasn't ready for that.

Turning over on the bed, Michelle faced away so she could no longer see Grace. On her knees, she laid her body forward so that her ass was raised. Her hands moved back to pull her cheeks apart. Her little rosebud and cunt were on display for Grace. Michelle wiggled her ass, wanting to make Grace want her all the more. Her hand ran up and down from her asshole to her cunt. Her fingers played at the entrance to both.

"Your slut likes to touch herself. It feels so good, Mistress." Michelle had to pant as she spoke. She was so excited. Her body began to thrust back at her hand as she touched her cunt. Michelle wasn't even aware of it. But she wanted to be fucked so badly. She pressed two fingers into the entrance.

"Oh God," she moaned.

Michelle slid them in deeper. Her fingers pushed through the warm wetness. It felt so good to her. When her fingers were all the way in, she held them and ground her cunt back against them. Then pulling them almost all the way out, she started to thrust them in and out fucking herself. She was doing it for Grace as well as for herself. She moaned and cried out. Her fingers pounded into her juicy cunt.

"i'm such a horny little slut, Your slut!" she called out, desperate to make sure that Grace knew this was for her and not for Michelle.

Again, as Michelle felt the orgasm coming close, she stopped. Her release was not going to be one of her choosing. That was for Grace. It was hard but it was part of her penitence. 

Michelle pulled her fingers out from her cunt. She rolled over onto her back. Focusing her attention on Grace, she ran her fingers over her breasts, coating them. She arched her back to raise her mound and thrust it towards Grace. She pulled on her nipples, stretching them and rolling them in between her fingers. In every way she could, she showed Grace what a slut she was.

As Grace watched, a part of her was getting more and more excited. Seeing Michelle acting like this was really turning her on. But there was another part too. The embers of her anger over the night still were there. Michelle acting like a slut for her stroked the fire. It reminded her of how Michelle had let her desires carry her away. It was a potent combination, Grace's lust and her anger. As they came together, Grace moved to the bed. Climbing on the bed, Grace pushed Michelle down. Then she mounted her. 

Grace laid her body on top of Michelle, pressing her pussy hard against Michelle's own. She thrust hard against Michelle. Grace's mouth sought out Michelle's, kissing her hard. Her tongue pushed its way into Michelle's mouth, forcing her lips to part. As she ground her pussy against Michelle, Grace felt their two clits touch and then slide alongside each other. Her fingers tangled in Michelle's hair and she pulled Michelle's head against hers with each thrust. The desperate kiss went on and went deeper as Grace's tongue plunged again and again into Michelle.

The suddenness of Grace had taken Michelle by surprise. There was a little something about her expression that almost frightened Michelle for a moment but that didn't last. The way Grace took her body broke the barriers that she had built to keep from cumming. Grace's very forcefulness and the hard pounding of her mound against Michelle's brought her quickly to an orgasm. Screaming "Mistress", Michelle thrust up against Grace as she felt the orgasm pulse through her body. Her hands encircled Grace, fingers pawing at her back. Her hips continued to grind up against Grace's as Michelle came.

Feeling Michelle cum under her body kindled Grace's excitement to an even higher pitch than before. She could tell that her kiss had become somewhat brutal. Her mouth was pressing Michelle's lips hard against her teeth. But Grace didn't care. Michelle's was hers to fuck anyway she wanted. Her cunt and clit ground against Michelle's and Grace could tell it wouldn't be long before she joined Michelle. More than the physical element of the fuck, it was the total domination of Michelle's body that was pushing Grace over the edge.

Suddenly, she went over that edge. Grace was moaning over and over the words "oh fuck" into Michelle's mouth as she came. Michelle's own cum, so long delayed, hadn't crested yet. They moved together, bodies merged almost as one. One of Michelle's legs had moved to lock itself around Grace's. She pulled and slid herself against Grace. Their bodies, covered with sweat, were slick and move easily together. Even when Michelle's orgasm faded, she still moved with Grace. Michelle wanted to please Grace and to be completely taken.

Rarely had Grace ever had more than one orgasm but this time just as her first orgasm started to fade, another began. There was something about the way she was using Michelle, her total ownership, which was what Grace needed, what she wanted. As she came again, it wasn't so overwhelming. Her mind remained her own a bit more. She was more aware of Michelle. Grace was more deliberate in how she moved, finding the places that prolonged the feeling. Her swollen clit felt Michelle's and Grace rocked her hips so that it felt like she was truly fucking Michelle. The feeling continued even as she lifted her hips then slammed them down into Michelle. She was fucking her little slut.

"Yes, Mistress, fuck me," Michelle cried. She could tell what Grace was doing. Her legs spread, making it easier for her. Michelle could feel how Grace would grind down on her at the end of each thrust. Her hands caressed Grace's back now. She was no longer frantic but focused on pleasing Grace.

When her second orgasm started to fade, Grace still kept fucking Michelle. She just slowed. Her hips undulated against Michelle. But her kisses turned gentle and loving. Her lips caressed Michelle's. She could taste salty sweat that had run down Michelle's face. There was even the tangy taste of a little blood from the fierce kiss. It made Grace realize how violent she had been.

Stroking Michelle's face with her hand, she softly asked, "Are you okay, precious?"

Eyes shining bright, Michelle smiled at Grace, "Yes Mistress, i am. Don't worry, You didn't hurt me."

Her hips finally coming to a stop, Grace pulled Michelle close into a tight embrace. "you knew what I needed, My little slut. Thank you." Even as she rolled off of Michelle, Grace kept her close. Her hardness and anger had been replaced by caring and tenderness. Still running her fingers over Michelle's face, Grace sighed softly. Michelle smiled and turned to kiss Grace's fingers one after another. Then she snuggled down against Grace and laid her head on Grace's shoulder. 

Grace began to slowly stroke Michelle's head and neck with soft delicate strokes. The exertions of the evening had worn both of them out and Michelle was quickly moving from awake to drowsy. Reaching over, Grace grabbed up the comforter and pulled it snug around them. She smiled as she thought about how they would need to wash it with as much pussy juice as had gotten on it. Michelle's breathing slowed and started to become very rhythmic. Grace too was feeling the tug of sleep. She softly kissed Michelle's forehead. Michelle smiled in her sleep and muttered something that Grace couldn't understand. Then Grace drifted off herself.



Grace started as the audience burst into applause for the end of the first act. She had lost herself in thoughts of the previous night the whole act. She applauded with them but only had a sketchy memory of what had occurred. But Michelle boiled over with enthusiasm for the both of them. She quickly began to tell Grace what her favorite parts were, which helped clear up some of Grace's blank spots with the plot. It was harder when Michelle wanted to know what Grace's opinion was about things or what might happen next. 

"Oh, I don't know. Let's wait and let it unfold," she said again and again, in slightly different ways.

After the last time, Michelle playfully stuck her tongue out at Grace who quickly bit it which led to a delicious kiss. Michelle showed no hesitation in the kiss, despite the more formal surroundings.

As the kiss ended, Grace looked at Michelle. Her poise and comfort with their being openly affectionate stuck Grace, bringing some peace to her mind.

"Maybe it isn't the perfect fantasy," Grace thought. "she can't help who she is. But she is with Me of her own choice. And she isn't just trying to be what I want, she is enjoying it too. Right now, it is as close as I can get."

Squeezing Michelle's hand, Grace smiled a bright grin at her. Grace mentally committed herself to enjoying the remaining time in San Francisco to the fullest degree possible. More importantly, she let go of her remaining anger about Michelle's behavior. That anger didn't help, and indeed would just poison what could otherwise be an enjoyable time.

As the lights went down for the second act, Grace put her arm around Michelle and pulled her close. Close together, they both watched to see how it would turn out.



The Journey of Grace Ch. 09



After returning from San Francisco, Grace and Michelle had every intention of seeing each other again soon. But somehow it never seemed to happen. Michelle got busy with school just as Grace got busier at work. While their schedules were the direct reason, neither made it a huge priority either. 

Michelle met a guy at a college party shortly after getting home. Things weren't serious but most of her free time was being consumed. She wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of the time with Grace. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Once it was clear to her that this was more than just a couple of dates, she had let him know that she considered herself bi though with a mostly straight orientation. And her time with Grace had certainly opened Michelle up to being more sexually experimental in bed and other places too!

Work really was busier for Grace. There had been an upsurge in business that needed more and more of her attention. It made it easier for her to rationalize not trying to see Michelle. In truth, she knew that Michelle wasn't right for her. It had been a fun game for Michelle. Grace needed something else.

The problem was Grace didn't know what she needed. Outside of work, everything seemed to dissatisfy her. She was living a sort of half life. Her marriage was evolving into a relationship without intimacy. It wasn't all her either. Her husband was traveling often for his own job so they were spending more time apart. But when he was home, Grace found excuses to avoid his attempts to be together. She rationalized it to herself by blaming it on work. 

At the same time, though, she was spending more time at Corky's bar. Sometimes she found herself just talking to Corky. They had become close friends over the months that Grace had been coming to the bar. To the degree that she could, Corky tried to help Grace. But there was only so much that she could do. Corky had come out in her teens. She knew Grace was struggling with accepting her sexuality, but it was far more complicated than it had been for her. Grace was facing walking away from most of what she had been, plus years of marriage. On top of that, Grace's sexuality was tied into her being a Domme. Corky was definitely butch and tended to be the dominate person in her relationships, but that was very different than being a Domme. Because of that, Corky listened to Grace as she talked, supported her and occasionally offered a bit of helpful advice.

When she was there, Grace found herself the object of much interest. There was a constant stream of women who wanted to be with her. For the first time in her life, she responded by being promiscuous. They weren't D/s encounters in the way they had been with Marie and Michelle. Grace was clearly in charge but she avoided going that far down the path. Being a Domme was very important to her. It wasn't some sort of game. These were random encounters that Grace didn't intend to go anywhere. 

As she drove to the bar, Grace would usually already figure out what type of night it was going to be. If she was tired, she would often spend the evening hanging around Corky. On days where she was in a good mood, she would usually play the field. If it had been a hard day, it was a toss up. Sometimes she would rather talk with Corky and try to sort through things. But other days, she found she could take out a bit of her frustrations with the playful seductions offered her. Those encounters were often when she was closest to being a Domme, feeling the need to exert more control.

Corky would watch as Grace would circle the room, talking with friends while keeping an eye on her potential pickups. She knew Grace well enough by now to realize that her friend was an unhappy soul. She wished that there was more that she could do to help, but this was Grace's journey. She had to find her own path.

For Grace's part, she found the random encounters sometimes exciting, usually sexually fulfilling but rarely emotionally satisfying. This type of behavior wasn't really who she was. But she was generally unhappy with the rest of her life. Being desired and pursued was one way that made her feel better.

Grace was walking a fine line of keeping her activities at the bar separate from the rest of her life. At work, she retreated into a professional shell. She worked hard and was producing very good results. But her personal relationships there suffered. People that she used to be good friends with were pushed away. Grace felt like she had less and less in common with them. And there was no possibility for Grace to talk with even her closest friends about what she was going through. Even the two who guessed the nearest to the truth about what her struggle was didn't know how to talk to Grace about it.

The wall was completely up at home. Even when her husband was traveling, Grace maintained the fiction that her married life continued on as normal. The illusion that she was a happy heterosexual woman could not be shattered. She chatted with neighbors at the mailbox and participated in the occasional neighborhood parties. 

The feeling of being a hypocrite was growing in Grace but it was at a subconscious level. She was not capable of dealing with it yet. The wall was still just too strong. Grace needed to wait for something to help make the first crack.

It started when the older couple who had been living next door since long before Grace and her husband came to the neighborhood decided to simplify their lives and moved out to a much smaller condo. A young couple who were buying their first house moved in.

Still playing the model neighbor, Grace went over to meet them with a welcome basket. They were almost like a stereotype. Rob was a handsome lawyer. He had just been hired into one of the more prestigious firms in the city. It was a big step up from the small town firm in which he had begun. He was on his cell phone talking with the office and nodded his greeting as he wandered into one of the back bedrooms. It didn't matter much to Grace since she wasn't interested in him.

His wife Lyn was another matter. Grace had to avoid staring. Lyn was certainly one of the best looking women that Grace had met. She had a heart shaped face framed with blond hair. Her skin was the light brown of a natural tan. But her stunningly blue eyes were the most striking thing about her face. They were the deep blue of the crystal clear skies high in the mountains. When she looked at Grace, it was hard not to get lost in them.

Lyn was taller than average at about 5' 9" but she seemed taller because of her long slender legs. Grace couldn't help admire her tight ass that was accentuated by Lyn's narrow waist. She wasn't overly busty but her breasts seemed to fit her body perfect. Her flat belly was shown off by the cropped top that she was wearing. The tan there matched her face. 

Rarely had Grace ever met someone for whom she felt an overwhelming lust. Grace normally was able to maintain tighter control. But she had to admit to herself that she was in fact lusting after Lyn. Although slightly flustered, Grace managed to hide it well. Talking about the previous owners gave Grace an easy diversion for a while.

After a time, the conversation shifted to talking about Lyn's interests. Grace found that they shared a love of theater. Lyn was excited about being in a more cosmopolitan area. In her old town, there was a local community theater but that only had a few plays a year, mostly with local people in it. Now she had multiple professional companies from which to choose. 

As they sat on the couch discussing it, Grace touched Lyn's arm once or twice to emphasize a point. It was almost like there was a little jolt of electricity that went off each time. Grace tried to dismiss it. Over time, she had developed a fairly good sense of "gaydar", at least with women. With Lyn she wasn't getting any clear signals that told her Lyn was into women. But Grace thought that she might be detecting a slight curiosity that was buried deep in Lyn. On the other hand, Grace laughed at herself, she might really just be in lust and imagining things because she wanted to get the chance to make love to this gorgeous creature.

After an hour of chatting, Grace could tell that Lyn needed to get back to unpacking and settling in to her new home. Grace excused herself so that Lyn wouldn't have to say anything and then headed back to her own house. In the entire hour or so that she had been there, Grace noticed that Rob had been wrapped up in his work phone call and never came back out.

Grace couldn't get the lovely Lyn out of her mind. In the past when she had free time or her husband was traveling, Grace had usually been going out to Corky's bar. Now she found that she didn't want to. Instead she hung around looking for opportunities to see Lyn. 

Luckily for Grace, Lyn seemed to really enjoy the company of her older neighbor. Not knowing anyone else in town, Lyn and Grace quickly developed a close friendship. Although to begin with Grace was the one who make the move to go and see Lyn, soon Lyn was checking to see if Grace was home alone. Sometimes they would be at Grace's while others they would hang out at Lyn's.

It soon became apparent that Lyn's husband was a workaholic. Before moving, it hadn't been so bad since the smaller firm wasn't so busy. Now he was gone much of the time, often working 60 hour weeks. The firm was very competitive. Just getting in wasn't enough. Now he had to compete with all the other lawyers to get in position to win one of the coveted partnerships. While he and Lyn had discussed what it would take, it was only now sinking into Lyn what it really meant.

Within a month, Lyn was feeling neglected and abandoned. Rob wasn't home much. When he was, there was always work that needed to be done. And despite the fact that they were young and had enjoyed an active sex life, now even when there was time he was often tired. Even more than the sex, he no longer was doing the little things like touching, cuddling and kissing. Lyn would get a little peck in the morning as he hurried off to work.

Into the huge void came Grace. Beyond the obvious, she was everything that Rob was not. She made spending time with Lyn a priority. She reassured Lyn that she was an attractive and desirable woman. Grace would help her in picking out clothes. And unlike Rob, Grace touched her. Despite what Grace would like to do, she was restrained. She kept her touching within very strict limits. Although it was not completely planned, Grace was trying to seduce Lyn. But she didn't want to scare her off. Grace knew that she would have to fan the little ember of curiosity in Lyn over time if she wanted the seduction to succeed. 

As they got to know each other more, Lyn became more open about the issues in her marriage. She told Grace details about their past sex life. They had been quite adventurous before they were married. Now it seemed like sex was a chore for Rob. Rarely did he take time to make it an experience that Lyn enjoyed.

For her part, Grace shared much less. So much of what was wrong with her marriage had to do with her sexuality. She couldn't tell Lyn about that so instead, Grace just told her about the travel and her own work. Even without the other issues, both of those had certainly contributed to the drifting apart in Grace's marriage.

Grace didn't miss many opportunities to touch Lyn. She would always greet Lyn with a warm hug that pressed their bodies together. At first, Lyn was a little shy and reserved in the hug but as their closeness grew that disappeared. Lyn needed affection and this was one place where it was given unreserved.

As they would sit together, Grace would emphasize a point or express sympathy with a little touch to the arm or the leg. Over time, Grace started to just leave her hand there for a bit. Her fingers would rest on Lyn's arm or her leg, never moving, never giving offense. Again at first, Lyn found it a little odd but she didn't want to offend her friend by moving away. But soon she found it quite normal and enjoyed the feeling of caring that it gave her.

In the evenings when they were both alone, they would sometime watch a DVD together. This evolved over time as well. At first they would be at opposite ends of the couch. As it was getting colder as the year grew later, Grace pulled out some afghans and Lyn started coming closer to get under the warm blanket. Eventually the two of them were side by side with the blanket tightly wrapped around them.

These nights were both a pleasure and a frustration for Grace. It felt so good having Lyn so close. Often when they were watching something romantic, Lyn would rest her head against Grace's shoulder. When it wasn't too awkward, Grace would find a way to end up with a hand lying on Lyn's thigh. Grace wanted so much to move her fingers at that point, slowly sliding down her thigh. But she couldn't. Lyn wasn't ready yet. 

Grace could tell that she was making headway. Lyn was herself extending the hugs. Even more, she started giving them to Grace when they said goodbye for the night. There were moments when they were talking and Grace touched her when Lyn would look at Grace just then. There was something in her eyes that showed the touch was starting to mean more. Sometimes when they would finish a movie, Lyn would stay there, leaning against Grace with her head resting. It was at those moments that Grace would go slightly beyond the boundaries by stroking the top of Lyn's thigh a few times. They never went beyond the limits of propriety, but they were intimate. And Grace could feel a slight trembling that went through Lyn. Grace sensed that if she pushed, Lyn would have quickly given in to her. But Grace wanted more than giving in. She wanted Lyn to offer herself to Grace; to not only be willing but to desire it to the point of asking for Grace to take her.

So instead of moving beyond, Grace would slowly let her fingers lift off Lyn's leg and unbundle from under the blanket. The two of them would sit there motionlessly for a moment. Sometimes Grace could hear a slight sigh from Lyn. Then one of them would break the silence with a comment about the movie. It was as if that broke a spell. The tension in the air disappeared and they went back to just being friends.

It was apparent to Grace, however, that it was no longer only friendship for Lyn. There were clear signs that she was getting aroused when they were in such close contact. Grace had been intimate with enough women to detect the slight scent of Lyn's pussy getting wet. And Lyn's nipples were getting hard, poking through her top, especially when Grace had ended with her fingers stroking Lyn's leg. Grace was careful never to bring notice to them but she did enjoy how sexy Lyn looked that way.

One day while Grace's husband was traveling, Lyn came over complaining of how her muscles were sore. She had just started working out more at one of the local gyms and had overdone it a bit.

Grace smiled. Touching Lyn's arm softly, Grace commented that she gave a pretty good full body massage. Looking Lyn in the eyes, Grace asked her if she would like to have one. There was something in Grace's voice. 

Lyn blushed slightly as she tried to return the look. She found it was very hard to do so. Grace hadn't said anything beyond that of a friend. Yet somehow Lyn felt like the question was more than that. These couple of months had confused her. She was thinking thoughts that she had never experienced before; thoughts about touching and being touched by another woman. But while Grace had been affectionate and in many ways more intimate than Rob had ever been, she hadn't ever gone beyond. There were no clear signals to which Lyn could react. Lyn wanted something more. She wasn't sure exactly what but it was there. "Was this the time?" she wondered.

Trying to speak, Lyn found her mouth and throat dry. Her voice cracked a little as she said, "I'd like that."

Smiling a little more, Grace reached out her hand to take Lyn's. It was an act that had occurred numerous times. One of them was always leading the other somewhere by the hand. But this time, Grace's fingers slid in between Lyn's. For a second, Lyn didn't react then her fingers closed on Grace's and she followed Grace back to the bedroom.

After laying a big beach towel down on the bed and getting out some massage oil, Grace sat down in an easy chair she had in the bedroom. Looking at Lyn, she said "It would be best if you are totally nude. That way I don't have to worry about getting oil on anything. But if you don't feel comfortable, well it's your choice."

Lyn looked a little like a deer in the headlights for a moment. Her hesitation was clear. She weighed whether or not she was reading the situation right. Grace seemed so in control of her emotions, not like her. Lyn's heart was racing. Finally she nodded. 

As her fingers went to her clothes, Lyn thought that this was perhaps the first time she would be undressing for a new lover. Maybe she was wrong, but if she wasn't then she didn't want to just hurry through it. Lyn realized that she wanted Grace to desire her. Rather than facing slightly away from Grace, which was her natural inclination, Lyn turned towards her.

Looking at Grace, Lyn felt the blush in her face deepen. But that didn't stop her. She took her time unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra underneath gradually revealed itself. Lyn was glad that she had picked up one of her pretty ones that morning. Taking off her blouse, she stepped closer to where Grace sat and carefully placed it on the arm of the chair. Without moving away, her fingers went to unbutton her jeans, then unzip them. They were quite tight and as she tried to lower them, Lyn felt herself starting to lose her balance. One hand went to Grace's shoulder to keep from falling.

It was a little overwhelming for Lyn to touch Grace while she was undressing for her. Her pussy had started to moisten the moment that Grace had taken her hand. Now Lyn realized that the moment her jeans went below her hips, the truth would be obvious. Biting her lip, she made the commitment. In a rush, her free hand pushed her jeans down. 

Lyn looked at Grace. As she feared, or perhaps hoped, Grace's eyes were on the damp spot between her legs. But only for a moment, then Grace looked up into Lyn's face. Still Grace didn't betray anything of what she was thinking or feeling. Lyn felt off balance in more than one way. With guys, she had always known what they wanted. In the area of sex, there was nothing subtle about them. Now she was out on a limb without much in the way of signals from Grace. Lyn held on to the thought that at least there were no negative ones.

Stepping out of her jeans, Lyn now only had on her underwear. Trying to regain a little control, she lifted her hand and turned away.

"Would you mind helping with my bra?" Lyn asked. It was one of the things that had always help keep her in control of situations with men.

But it didn't help this time. Grace was quite practiced in keeping control of situations like this by now. And for the first time, Grace asserted her control.

"No, you do it."

While on one hand the simple command startled Lyn, on the other it was the first indication that Lyn had that she wasn't misreading the situation. Turning back to Grace, her hands went behind her to release her bra. As she peeled it off, she felt the air touch her hard nipples. Lyn knew the sight that she was now presenting to Grace. There was no mistaking her arousal.

Fingers trembling, Lyn touched her panties. Without thinking about it, they passed over the damp spot, transferring some of the moisture to them. Her eyes couldn't move away from Grace's. Lyn pulled them down, raising her legs one by one to step out of them. The act exposed her to Grace in a way that Lyn had rarely done for anyone. Now Grace's eyes moved over her body. It made Lyn feel very sexy. Grace was still in control but her own desire was evident.




The Journey of Grace Ch. 09



"Lay down," Grace ordered.

Lyn quickly obeyed. She lay down on her stomach facing away from Grace. Feeling naughty and liking it, Lyn carefully parted her legs just a bit so that her pussy was barely visible.

As she heard Grace stand, Lyn didn't dare look back. She was too nervous. There was the sound of a zipper and then of Grace's pants falling to the floor.

"I don't want to get oil on them either," she heard Grace say.

Then Grace touched her. A couple of fingers brushed against the back of her calf and drifted higher. Lyn couldn't help the slight moan that escaped her mouth. Grace's fingers traced a path up her body, exploring the feeling for the first time. Lyn felt Grace get onto the bed and straddle her legs just behind her ass, forcing her hips down a little into the bed. Lyn could feel the towel against her pussy, rubbing slightly.

Grace picked up the oil and squirted some to warm in her hands. After a moment, a drip or two fell onto Lyn's back. Lyn could feel them slowly rolling down her skin. Then Grace's hands came down and started the massage.

The massage wasn't just an instrument of seduction. Grace was really a very good masseuse. Her strong fingers pressed deep into the sore muscles in Lyn's body. She focused on one muscle group at a time, slowly working her way over Lyn. The massage released the tensions in the muscles and had Lyn practically purring with how good her body felt.

Lyn's arousal waned just a bit. The sexual act of undressing and the first touches were extremely exciting. The massage, however wonderful, wasn't the same. Grace was taking seriously Lyn's need for help with her aching muscles. That is until Grace had completed the complete circuit of Lyn's body. All the aching spots had been taken care of and Grace felt free to move on to the next step.

Shifting, Grace moved up a little closer to Lyn's tight ass and pressed her own hips down a little more. Leaning forward, Grace reached her hands up to lightly run along Lyn's shoulders then down her back. Sliding them back up, her hands rotated so that the fingers brushed Lyn's sides. Soft fingertips touched Lyn's breasts for the first time. While not overtly sexual, there was a feeling in the touch that was very different than during the massage. Grace's fingers curled so that her nails softly scraped the skin. Then they moved away to gently caress up and down Lyn's sides.

Grace knew that Lyn's excitement was building again. Even if Lyn didn't know it, her hips were shifting slightly, moving up and down against the bed. Grace leaned forward again, stretching her arms up to stroke Lyn's neck. As she did so, her own body pressed Lyn's pelvis down. The touch to Lyn's neck was feather light, brushing the soft wispy hairs there. Grace's whole torso now came in contact with Lyn's. She still had her t-shirt on so there wasn't the feeling of skin on skin, but for Lyn it was almost as good. There was a slightly rough feeling as some parts of Grace's shirt touched and dragged along her skin. Lyn took a long ragged breath. 

Lifting her body up, Grace brought her fingers down Lyn's side again. This time they were closer to the darker areola, just touching the edges of them. Lyn's body shuddered slightly. Grace smiled as she looked down on Lyn's back. She moved forward just a little bit so that Lyn's hips were pressed harder against the bed. Grace softly stroked Lyn's side, moving down from her breasts to her hips. Each caress seemed to Lyn like Grace found a new erogenous zone. Places that had never excited her were starting to drive her crazy. And the pressure on her clit from Grace's weight felt so good. She almost groaned out loud when Grace moved further back again.

Shifting further back allowed Grace better access to Lyn's lower back. Her hands touched the gentle curves there with a little more firmness. Thumbs close together, each finger spread wide then slowly pulled back together. Spreading again, this time Grace rotated her hands so that her thumbs slid down Lyn's spine. As a massage stroke, it felt good. As a caress, it felt better. The pads of her thumbs came down until they touched the beginnings of Lyn's crack. They hesitated there for a few seconds, waiting for Lyn's reaction. And the reaction was what Grace guessed. Lyn's ass rose driving Grace's fingers further down her crack. Grace applied more pressure to her thumbs as they pulled Lyn's cheeks apart exposing her little rosebud. Grace came close to touching it but carefully moved her thumbs wide to caress Lyn's ass. Now her hands pressed harder, forcing Lyn's pussy hard against the bed. Repeating it, Grace could tell how the alternating pressure and lighter touch was building Lyn's excitement. Each time she came just a little closer to Lyn's asshole. Each time Lyn would groan just a little more as Grace's thumbs moved away.

Finally when she would have to touch that intimate place, Grace changed her caresses again. The focus of her attention went further down to Lyn's thighs. Each hand straddled one leg. Moving up and down, again it was Grace's thumbs that were pushing the edges. As her hands moved up Lyn's thighs, her thumbs would slide up higher. Finally they were brushing against Lyn's pussy. Lyn gasped the first time Grace's thumbs barely touched her pussy hair. Each hair seemed like a little electric wire to her body. She started to anticipate as Grace's thumbs got closer, pushing herself down to make contact. Soon Grace's thumbs were stroking Lyn's lips, becoming coated with the wetness that was dripping there.

As she caressed Lyn, Grace thought back over the long pursuit. From early on, she had wanted Lyn without ever considering the consequences. Grace had been careful never to show her hand so that she could retreat without revealing herself. Every action had a logical explanation that was she could hide behind if necessary. But the explanations hadn't been necessary. Lyn cooperated in her own seduction even when she hadn't realized it. Every time Grace had pushed the edges, Lyn had followed. Now there was no more possibility for dodging what was going on. Grace was stroking Lyn's pussy while Lyn was grinding herself into Grace's touch.

For the first time, Grace had made herself vulnerable. All of her previous affairs had been carefully shielded from her married life. She had gone out of the way to find a location where it was unlikely that she would see anyone she knew. She avoided sharing personal details with anyone. Even Michelle only had a vague idea where she lived, and she cared for Grace too much to intrude. And of course, Grace's walling off the lesbian part of her life had driven Marie away.

In an instant that wall was pulled down. Not only did Lyn know her first as a friend but they were neighbors. A line had been crossed. For a moment, Grace felt like she was floating above the two of them, watching as she played with Lyn. It seemed almost abstract. She wondered why she hadn't ever thought of this moment, after she had worked so hard to have both her heterosexual life and her lesbian life.

Then the realization came to her. It was all a lie. Ever since that moment when she first stepped out of her car at Corky's bar, she had been living a lie. Maybe it was even before when she first started chatting. But the lie was being at home, being married. At the time, she couldn't admit it to herself. But in the months since her trip to San Francisco, her subconscious was slowly accepting that she was in fact a lesbian. 

What her subconscious understood, the rest of her needed to come to accept too. Now she realized that her seduction of Lyn was the means. Once she touched Lyn like she was, Grace was out. Maybe not fully yet, but she couldn't hide it any more. It wasn't likely that this affair would come out. Certainly Lyn would have cooperated. But who she was, that was something from which that Grace would no longer hide. In a sudden surge of emotion, Grace knew she didn't want to hide any more.

What about Lyn? In a way, Grace had been using her. Without Grace being aware of it, she had seduced Lyn so that she had an excuse. Even sensing a latent interest, the old Grace would never have dared go down this path with someone she knew. Grace felt a sense of guilt. It wasn't even as if Lyn was aware of what had been going on. Whatever level of Lyn's curiosity, it was buried fairly deep within her, never acknowledged. Now Lyn was seduced. It was nothing like curiosity at this point. She wanted it. She knew what Grace's touch was like and wanted more.

Her guilty feelings make Grace pause. It wasn't that she no longer wanted Lyn. She did. Lyn was gorgeous and sexy. The smell of her wet pussy was filling the room, exciting Grace. But Grace wanted to let Lyn have a choice. She knew it was the only way that she could go forward. Grace didn't want to hurt Lyn in any way. They were too close for that.

Grace slowly pulled her hands away from Lyn's pussy. Lyn made little whimpering noises as she did so. Grace lifted her body up so that she could lay herself against Lyn's back. She put her head next to Lyn's.

"Lyn, sweetie, are you sure you want to do this?" Grace softly said. "I will be honest and admit that I have done this before, but you haven't. I only want it if you do."

For a few moments, Grace's words didn't penetrate into Lyn's aroused mind. The fog from her excitement obscured them. Finally what was going on sank in. Lyn turned to look at Grace. The concern in Grace's eyes was apparent. Lyn knew that whatever else was going on, Grace cared for her. And that was what Lyn had been missing in her life. Though she knew that Rob loved her, this feeling of being loved wasn't there. What had been going on between her and Grace was all about that. Yes, Lyn was curious but mostly she just wanted to feel loved and desired. Grace made her feel both. Lyn realized that this was going to be a one time thing. She somehow picked up that Grace didn't want an affair. Lyn also realized that now that she knew what was wrong, she was going to work with Rob to fix it. But that was for the future.

Brushing her lips against Grace's, Lyn breathed softly, "Yes, I want to make love with my wonderful friend."

With those words, the guilt was swept away from Grace. She wasn't going to hurt Lyn. It was just the culmination of something that was important to both of them. The relief felt so good, but it was quickly replaced by a revived lust for Lyn as the light brushing of lips grew into a deep kiss.

Grace rolled off of Lyn so that she could take Lyn into her arms. Lyn eagerly came into her embrace. They kissed again with open mouths pressing hard against each other. Grace's experienced tongue darted into Lyn's mouth to explore it. Her hands were on the small of Lyn's back, pulling her closer. Lyn accepted and moved with Grace. Her own tongue sought out Grace's to swirl against it. There was something very different about kissing Grace. Even in their excitement, there was a softness to the touch that she hadn't known before

With her hands now on Lyn's ass, Grace pushed her thighs apart with one leg. Lyn quickly adjusted so that she could press her wet little mound against Grace's leg. Gasping, Lyn's lips closed around Grace's tongue and sucked it further into her mouth. Wrapping one leg around Grace's, she pulled her mound harder against her. Grace could feel Lyn flexing her hips as she ground her pussy. Grace's leg was soon wet with Lyn's juices, making it easier and easier to slide. Grace reached up one hand to run it through Lyn's hair. Then twisting her fingers in Lyn's hair, Grace used it to pull Lyn's head back and break the kiss. With her head back, Lyn's neck was exposed for Grace's attention. No longer soft and delicate with her attention, Grace bit and pulled on Lyn's skin there. It was not quite enough to cause pain, but for Lyn it was wild and exciting. She wasn't submissive in the way that Grace was used to but her confidence and aggressiveness brought Lyn's arousal to an even higher pitch.

Arching her back, Lyn pulled her upper torso away from Grace. Grace took advantage by shifting her attention down Lyn's body to her breasts. Her mouth sought out Lyn's hard little nipples, wrapping her lips around first one then the other. They were hard buttons. Pulling on one with her teeth, Grace flicked her tongue firmly against it. It slipped to and fro between her teeth, the unevenness of her teeth grating against the sensitive skin. Now Lyn was groaning out loud.

With each tug of her teeth, Grace pushed her leg hard against Lyn's pussy. Moving from one nipple to another, Grace fell into a rhythm that Lyn soon matched. It had been so long since Rob had excited her this way. Everything that Grace did was about her. Wrapped in Grace's arms, she was pulled against Grace's body. One hand was still in her hair but now it cradled Lyn's head against Grace's. Lyn could smell the scent that lingered in Grace's hair. The other hand was low on her back, pushing her into Grace. Her fingers were splayed wide pulling against Lyn's skin. The caresses now weren't light but strong and forceful. Each time Lyn rocked against Grace's leg, the pressure from the fingers made the motion harder.

The grinding of Lyn's pussy against Grace started to become more frantic. She could feel the excitement building. It felt so good and each time she pushed, it seemed like it was even better. All of a sudden it was like a wave cresting. For a moment, she hung there knowing what was about to come. Grace knew too and left off her play with Lyn's nipples to kiss her deeply. Her tongue slipped back into Lyn's eager mouth. Both of them looked into each others' eyes as Lyn's orgasm started.

Her hips thrashed against Grace, pressing her clit again and again against Grace's wet leg. Lyn moaned into the kiss then it grew to a chant of "Oh, my God." The spasms shook her whole body as she pressed it as hard as she could into Grace's. Her fingers scraped down Grace's back, leaving long red lines. Feeling like she couldn't breath, Lyn had to break the kiss to gasp for air. Her head bent forward until she touched Grace's shoulder just as another wave hit her. Not even realizing that she was doing it, Lyn bit Grace there. For her part, Grace kept focused on giving Lyn a long extended orgasm. Her own leg thrust again and again against Lyn's mound. She whispered sweet nothings into Lyn's ear encouraging her to continue to let go. 

Finally as she felt the orgasm start to fade, Grace slowed her own thrusts even before Lyn did. The way she touched Lyn changed too. No longer hard and demanding, Grace's touch became tender again. The feeling of being loved and cherished was enhanced for Lyn. The way Grace had excited her was wonderful but unlike with Rob and other men for that matter, cumming clearly wasn't the end. It was just part of what was happening. As Lyn's body relaxed, Grace was there to hold Lyn gently in her arms. The kisses that had moments before been desperate turned to soft caresses of reassurance. And there were fewer of them, just occasional brief encounters between them. A tender hand slid slowly up Lyn's back, then her neck to begin stroking her head. Fingers would gently comb through Lyn's hair briefly then stop to rest there for a bit before beginning again.

For long minutes, Lyn just lay there in the safety of Grace's arms. There was no talking between them. Grace let her calm down and get her breath back. The excitement that remained from the peak was allowed to drain away. Finally Lyn lifted her head from where she had been resting it against Grace's neck and said, "Wow."

Grace smiled down at Lyn and then kissed her gently on the forehead. With a little smile, she replied, "So that was okay?"

"Grace, that was beyond okay. That was incredible." Lyn hugged Grace tight. "You made me feel better than I have in a long time."

Grace took a finger and softly ran it along a tress of hair that was hanging down. Her face was intent as she looked at Lyn. "I'm glad. It was supposed to be like that." 

Leaning forward, Grace brought her lips back into contact with Lyn's. This time, their kiss was different. The passion that had been there as Lyn got more and more excited was past for now. And the shy exploratory kisses were long gone. Now it was the tender kiss of lovers. There was patience in just taking their time to enjoy the feeling of being in a close embrace. Lyn didn't think this was the end. Not only did she feel that Grace was going to bring her back to the heights of passion, Lyn knew that she wanted it. She wanted the totality of the experience. And even though she had never pleasured a woman before, she wanted desperately to pleasure this one.

After a while, Lyn became aware that Grace had never gotten fully naked. She still had on an extremely damp pair of panties and a t-shirt that was now somewhat soiled by a combination of sweat, saliva and her own juices. For the first time, Lyn took some initiative. Her fingers started to softly caress the bare skin just below Grace's shirt. Then gradually, she began to pull the shirt upwards, peeling it off Grace's body. Raising her arms, Grace made it easier for Lyn. Finally getting it off, Lyn tossed it to the ground. As she undid the clasp to Grace's bra, Lyn kissed from Grace's collarbone over the shoulder to where the straps slightly dug into Grace's skin. Then with the bra undone, and the straps no longer tight, Lyn's fingers gently pushed them down Grace's arms. As Grace lifted her body up a little, Lyn freed first one then the other breast and dropped the bra to the ground with her t-shirt.

Grace enjoyed the way that Lyn was touching her. Even more, she liked that Lyn was doing it on her own. But there was a part of Grace that didn't like the loss of control of the situation. For Grace, this was an aspect of her that was now clear. It wasn't just about pleasure. She needed to be in charge. It didn't have to be about dominance and submission but Grace didn't feel quite right if she wasn't.

Without letting Lyn touch her further, Grace stood up from the bed. Reaching out, Grace stroked the side of Lyn's face. With one finger, she lifted up Lyn's chin so that she looked right into her eyes. 

"Take off my panties," Grace instructed Lyn. It was just a little thing. Certainly that was what Lyn was probably about to do. But it was enough to satisfy the need for control.

Lyn nodded eagerly. She grasped them and quickly pulled them down. Grace's neatly trimmed hair was glistening with moisture. As Grace stepped out of her panties, Lyn brought them up to her nose and sniffed Grace's scent. Lyn would never have believed how exciting such a smell would be, but there was an unmistakably sense of Grace and her sensuality. Her delicate tongue flicked out to taste her first woman other than herself. Smiling wickedly up at Grace, she let out a long "mmmmm."

Chuckling, Grace gently pushed Lyn back against the bed and then straddled her hips. Now with both of them naked, Grace leaned forward to start kissing Lyn again. She reached out to link fingers with Lyn, and then Grace pulled them up above Lyn's head. Grace now felt completely in control of how they would go forward. That feeling alone increased her excitement. For Lyn's part, the confidence that Grace was showing in taking charge eased her mind and let her focus on the encounter. 

For a long time, they just enjoyed the kisses. Grace was naturally more aggressive in her kisses, but Lyn responded to each new touch of lip or tongue. Slowly they built up their fervor once again. This time there was no other touching other than their bodies coming into contact as each moved in the kiss. But Lyn especially was becoming more and more excited. Eventually it was hard for her to respond to Grace's kisses because of her continual moans. Grace could feel Lyn's hips flexing up and down. Now she moved her body so that her own nipples were dragging against Lyn's. Quickly the moans turned into whimpers.




The Journey of Grace Ch. 09



Kissing along Lyn's cheek to whisper in her ear, Grace asked "Sweetie, do you want more?"

Lyn nodded but didn't say anything. Grace, however, was not going to let her off so lightly.

"What, sweetie, what do you want me to do?" she probed. Reaching down with one hand, Grace slid it along Lyn's wet pussy.

"Yes," Lyn gasped.

"Or would you rather I lick your hot, wet, little pussy?" Grace persisted.

Excited beyond her imagination, all Lyn seemed to be able to do was repeat "Yes."

But once again, Grace pushed back. "Tell me, sweetie. Say it. Either say to fuck my pussy with your hand or eat my pussy." Then she lifted her hand up from where it had been continuing to stroke Lyn. Grace brought it to her mouth and to suck off Lyn's juices.

For a moment, Lyn struggled with being so bold. Her desire was too strong however. "Please, Grace, lick my pussy. Eat me out," she begged.

Grace reached forward to take hold of Lyn's legs, push them so that they folded back against Lyn's chest. "Hold them," she told Lyn as she climbed back on the bed. Grace admired the sight of Lyn's pussy and ass being completely exposed. Juices dripped down from her pussy and ran over her asshole. Lyn's hips still moved up and down to betray how excited she was. Grace leaned a little way over to kiss Lyn's inner thigh. First she would kiss, then she would nip a little skin with her teeth. Moving slowly down the leg, the scent of Lyn's pussy became stronger. Grace was almost drooling by the time she was close enough to flick out a quick stroke of her tongue along the edge Lyn's pussy lips. Just that little touch was enough to cause Lyn to shudder.

Restraining herself, Grace lifted her head up to start on the other thigh. Now sometimes she would briefly suck on a patch of skin with her tongue caressing it. Between this, the kisses and the light bites, Lyn was once again moaning and crying out, "Oh fuck." 

Now Grace lowered her face right over Lyn's wet pussy. She placed a light kiss on the patch of blond hair just above it. Slowly Grace kissed lower until her lips were right over Lyn's clit. Parting her mouth, she softly licked along the slit. Lyn arched her back as she moaned Grace's name. Then pressing a little harder with her tongue, Grace pushed wider Lyn's pussy lips. She took her time coming back to Lyn's excited little clit. She circled around it with her tongue, decreasing the circle with each circuit. Lyn's body tensed as she waited in anticipation for the touch she so wanted, but Grace drew it out. She flicked her tongue close then moved it away and then repeated the frustrating action. Lyn tried to shift her hips to follow Grace's tongue but was unable to get the touch that she so wanted.

Finally using just the barest tip of her tongue, Grace flicked it lightly against Lyn. The mere touch was enough to start a little orgasm in Lyn. She had been kept hanging for so long. As her body shuddered, Grace began to flick it back and forth with her tongue. Lyn's cum deepened as Grace touched her exactly right. She moved around to caress every part, never staying too long at one spot. But it was constant, never ending. Even as the first wave started to recede, Grace continued building Lyn up to the next one. 

Lyn had never felt quite like this before. Even at the best times with Rob, once an orgasm started it peaked and then ended. Grace wouldn't let it end. Her hands pulled on the bed sheets as she thrashed around. Her hips bucked up and down, mashing her pussy into Grace's face. Grace had also slipped one hand under Lyn to gently play with her asshole. The feeling combined with Grace's mouth was incredible. Suddenly Grace slipped one fingertip into her little ass and she exploded even harder. No one had ever played with her like this. But Grace's finger pushing lightly in and out, fucking her asshole, was so unbelievably exciting. It was like very nerve in her body was exploding. Finally the intensity was just too much for Lyn. Her body spasmed and then she passed out for a few moments. 

Grace immediately felt Lyn go limp and looked up at Lyn to see that she had just fainted. Grace changed the pace and type of her touches. Her finger slipped from Lyn's ass. Her lips and tongue sucked and licked up the nectar that had flowed from Lyn's pussy. They were soft, gentle touches interspersed with kisses. When Lyn regained consciousness, Grace lifted her face up to smile at Lyn. It was gleaming with pussy juice.

"Welcome back, sweetie," Grace gently said. "I'm thinking you may have liked that even more than before."

A little weakly, Lyn reached down to stroke Grace's head. She tried to talk and found that she couldn't. Swallowing and taking a breath, she was able to whisper, "I think you almost killed me. Oh my God, I didn't know I could cum like that."

Moving back up to lie next to her, Grace took Lyn into her arms again. It was a very tender embrace with both of them snuggling tightly together. Lyn let out a long sigh of contentment as both of them rested.

"That's a good sound," Grace remarked.

Still a little weak, Lyn just nodded. Slowly she felt her strength returning. All around her, Lyn could smell her own pussy juice. It was the aroma of sex. Never before had just that smell excited her. But today was so very different, she thought. Already beginnings of new desires started to build within her. The feeling of Grace holding her was so comforting. Lyn could tell that it would be so easy to fall completely in love with her if Grace really wanted it. There was a little part of Lyn that wished Grace did, even though she knew it wasn't the right thing for her. Wanting to let Grace understand how she was feeling, Lyn started to softly kiss and lick off her juices from Grace's face.

Grace was softly petting Lyn's head as Lyn started to touch her face. She knew that soon Lyn was going to be returning the pleasure Grace had given her. She would direct Lyn so that the pleasure came just as she liked and when she wanted it. While she was looking forward to that, Grace was already thinking out into the future. It was such an important day for her, a day when she finally decided to change her life. While they might never be more than friends again, Grace and Lyn would have a bond that would endure. 

This was an interlude to be enjoyed. After this, Grace knew that there were not going to be a lot of enjoyable moments for a while. However painful, she had to start by telling her husband. She still wasn't sure what exactly she was going to say but she couldn't go on like this. And now that she had come to the realization about herself, Grace felt like she needed to do it as soon as possible. She had to wait until he got back from his current business trip. At least that would give her some time to think about it.

But for now, Grace closed her eyes as she leaned back her head. "Yeah, sweetie. Make me feel so good I forget the rest of the world," Grace breathed softly to Lyn. And for a while, Lyn did.



The Journey of Grace Ch. 10



A month later, Grace was at Corky's apartment where she had been staying. Their friendship had grown to a point that when Grace called to tell Corky about her decision, she had immediately offered to let Grace stay with her until things were worked out. It had been such a comfort for Grace at a point when she needed it.

As soon as her husband had gotten home from his most recent business trip, Grace had told him that they needed to talk. There was something about that phrase that never boded well and so he had been immediately on edge. It didn't go very well. 

Grace tried starting by trying to explain that she had never felt right in the marriage. Something had been missing that wasn't about him. But he kept pushing and asking if there was someone else. Grace had never been comfortable with outright lying. She had often thought if he ever outright asked if she was having an affair, she would have immediately confessed. Now, she looked at his confused and somewhat angry face and pondered exactly what to say.

Finally she said, "No, but wait, let me finish." She paused, wetting her lips as she tried to form the words. She could feel the tears start and her voice was wobbly as she continued. "I've been unfaithful, probably more times than you could imagine over the last 9 months. But there is no one else. And it isn't with a he. It has always been with a she." Grace rubbed at her eyes to wipe away the tears that were now falling down her cheeks.

"I'll just say it. I'm a lesbian. I've always been a lesbian. I just couldn't admit it. I love you and always will but I married you because I was too afraid to admit who I was. But I'm not anymore." Grace sat down heavily as the final words came out of her mouth.

He had known there were issues and even thought he could deal with an affair. But this, this ... Grace was his wife. They slept together for years. They made love hundreds of times. All these thoughts flowed out of his mouth. His mind couldn't grasp everything he was feeling; feelings of anger, of betrayal, of loss, of humiliation, of denial. But as in so many cases when someone is confused, the feeling of anger grew the fastest and the strongest. He had called her names that he never thought of in connection with Grace. He screamed at her to get out of the house. And when she had walked to the door and told him how sorry she was, his only reply was "Fuck you, bitch."

For the first week, he had refused to take Grace's calls. She left messages but he never returned them. Friends told her that he was calling in sick to work. The few that actually saw him said that he was clearly drinking heavily. But by the sixth or seventh day, Grace heard that he seemed to be calmer and drinking less. 

Finally part way through the next week, he picked up the phone on one of Grace's frequent calls to check on him. All he said was he was fine and that they could talk later, but it was enough for Grace. She truly cared for and loved him. She hoped that he would be able to remember that. But she just asked him to call her when he was ready. Since then, they had been able to talk several times and while his anger was still there, they were at least beginning to deal with the details of getting a divorce.

It had been just as difficult to talk to her parents. The idea of telling them, as much as anything had pushed Grace into hiding who she was. Surprisingly her father had been more understanding then her mother. He had always sensed something in her that was unhappy but had never been able to figure out what it was. He was not sure that this was really going to make her happy but at least she was trying to deal with it. Her mother, on the other hand, got hysterical. She cried about what she was supposed to tell her friends. She yelled at Grace for being a slut and cheating on her husband. In the end, her father suggested that she leave and let him try and calm her mother down. Since then, Grace had only spoken to her father briefly and not at all to her mother.

For Grace, it was the unflagging support and friendship of Corky that kept her going. Throughout the months that Grace had been coming to the bar, their friendship had continued to grow. They had never come close to being lovers. Corky was too butch for a Domme like Grace and Grace was too dominant for a woman as butch as Corky. While being able to see the attractiveness of the other, they were not at all each others types. 

Now when the consequences of her choice became overwhelming, Grace found that she could turn to Corky. Though her own outing had been much less traumatic, Corky had known too many other newly outed lesbians to see it as easy. Especially as a bartender, she had listened and comforted many women who were feeling much as was Grace. That was actually the best thing that she had learned for this situation: just to listen and say simple words of comfort. More than once, Grace fell asleep in Corky's guest room after having cried herself into exhaustion while Corky held her.

Of the friends from her past life, there were only a few with whom she could talk. Most of them had been friends of both her and her husband. In a typical divorce, like every other asset, friends tended to be divided up. Few could remain neutral parties close to both people. Instead sides were inevitably taken, more often than not with the wife getting the support of more than half. That wasn't the case for Grace. Their friends were much too conventional to easily deal with Grace's acceptance that she was a lesbian. Some were threatened by the idea that they had shared intimate things with a "dyke." There were a few unexpected religious bigots. A few, perhaps more understandably, were a bit angry at having shared intimate details of problems in their marriages, when Grace had refused to do the same. Over time, these were the ones who forgave Grace her sin of omission and accepted who she was. Lyn was one who never wavered in support and friendship with Grace. She cared deeply for Grace and knew what a difficult time she was having. But Lyn was working on her own issues with her marriage and had less time than she would have liked for Grace.

Work at least had been easier. Her co-workers were mostly younger people who cared very little about other people's sexuality. Grace quietly let a few people know in the company that she was getting a divorce after accepting her homosexuality. She didn't mind that it would quickly get around in the rumor mill. She didn't really want to have a conversation with everyone or broadcast it, but at the same time, she wanted it to be out. After not accepting it for so long, then living in the closet, she didn't want to hide who she was. It wasn't her style to club people over the head, but she wasn't shy either. People could accept her or not, however they choose. It wasn't something about which she would worry.

Like her being quietly open as a lesbian, Grace also didn't shy away from accepting the other aspect of her sexuality. She was a Domme. She was just a tad more commanding in dealing with people. It was subtle and most people didn't consciously realize what she was doing. Being naturally dominant, it wasn't that big a change from before. But Grace occasionally worried about it before. Now she just expected that people were supposed to obey. She kept it in perspective. In the day to day world, she didn't let it bother her if they didn't. 

Shortly after coming to stay with Corky, Grace felt like she should do something to mark the change in herself. Maybe she even wanted to make it harder to weaken and go back to hiding. She was never quite sure. In any case, she had Corky take her to a tattoo artist that Corky knew. Grace didn't need to look through any books. She knew exactly what she wanted. She had printed a picture of a triskelion often used as a symbol of a BDSM lifestyle. She thought about where to put it. For a while she was tempted to have it tattooed on her breast, just barely visible peeking out from her bra. But while not shy about this aspect of herself, she still didn't really want to take the baseball bat approach. Finally she decided that she wanted it on the back of her neck. It was a round circle with three swirls almost like a Yin Yang about two inches in diameter. At work, she would wear her hair down. She almost always wore her hair up when she went out to places like the bar. There might be sometimes when she wished it was elsewhere but she refused to worry about that.

She hadn't been going to the bar much. Corky didn't push her either. From her experience, a depressed person going to a bar was a bad idea. It rarely resulted in anything good happening. And Corky was usually too busy there to keep an eye on Grace. A couple of week nights, Grace had come along and helped Corky with the bar. It gave her something to keep her mind off her situation, and let her have a bit of social life. Knowing how some of the women were, Corky made sure that none of the trollers were able to get any time with Grace. She was too vulnerable at that moment. Corky knew that it would only end up hurting her more. As it was, Grace had been so busy helping that few other women ended up finding out what was going on with her life.

But now, after a month, Grace was feeling better about things. There were still lots of issues but it wasn't as bad. She hadn't cried herself to sleep in almost a week. She was starting to think about finding a permanent place to live. It was the first Friday night that she felt like really doing something after work. Grace chose her clothing just as carefully as she had the night months before when she first went to the bar. She hadn't shown off her tattoo before since it was still weeping and had to be covered. Not really wanting to show that off, Grace had just worn her hair down and no one noticed. Now she played with her hair until it was just perfect. She slithered into her tightest pair of jeans and wore only a vest over her bra. One button was left undone so that the black lace was very visible. To finish it, she put on the sliver necklace and earrings she had worn that night. Grace checked herself one last time in the mirror and, liking what she saw, went out the door.

When she got there, Grace quickly checked in with Corky who gave a big hug and a kiss. Knowing that Grace was back to being close to her old self, Corky told her to wait a moment. She went into the back room and then came out holding a dark green bottle. She showed it to Grace who was impressed. It was a Cab-Syrah blend from a small vintner that had been getting extremely high marks from the wine experts. Corky knew that Grace would be dying to try it. She took two big rounded goblets and opened the bottle. Pouring a little bit into Grace's glass, she waited for Grace to try it.

Swirling it around to watch the wine, Grace felt at peace. It was like she had been on a journey and again come home. The swirling wine left very interesting looking legs on the inside of the goblet. Bringing it to her nose, Grace could smell an earthiness to it along a faint scent of something blooming, she wasn't quite sure what. But it was nice. As she brought it to her mouth, she smiled at Corky and nodded. Sipping a bit in, she swished it around her mouth, savoring it and exploring the taste. It was wonderful. It had the bold taste that she so loved but with subtle flavors to made it special. Was it currant or blueberry that she was detecting? She finished the little bit that Corky had given her and held her glass out. "More, please," she said laughing.

Corky laughed along with her and filled both their glasses. Raising them up, they echoed their traditional, "Salute." As was often the case at the bar, their eyes said more than their words. The love and affection they shared shone through their look.

But still, having lived together for a month, they now also tended to chat up a storm sharing what had happened during the day. Today had been fairly boring for Grace. She hadn't been at all productive and mostly spent her time thinking about the evening. Unlike Grace, however, it had been a very interesting afternoon and early evening at the bar and Corky was filled with stories. Pretty soon Grace was in the swing of things, laughing along with Corky.

Marie had been away from the bar for about half a year. At first, it had been in part because of the difficulty of seeing Grace there. It was like an ache in her to see Grace, especially with other women. It got worse once Grace was with Michelle. Clearly Michelle was giving Grace what she wanted without demanding more than Grace could give. Marie couldn't make that type of compromise but it didn't stop her from wanting to be in Michelle's place.

A series of Dommes passed through Marie's life. Alice had only been the first. That had only lasted a couple of weeks. It took that long for Marie to realize that Alice didn't respect herself and tried to make up for it by acting tough. But without self-respect, how could Marie give her any. Each new Domme that she hooked up with somehow failed to live up to Marie's expectations. Grace was an ever present ghost in those relationships. It wasn't that Marie had turned her into some sort of unreachable ideal. Grace had just been as close to what Marie had been seeking her whole adult life as she had ever found. But the presence of Grace at the bar made it that much more difficult to forget about her.

Rather than struggle, Marie just chose to hang out other places. But shortly after that, her father had a relatively severe heart attack. The silver lining in an otherwise terrible time was that she was the first person her mother called. More than that, her mother made it clear that she really wanted Marie to be there with her. 

It was several days before he was out of danger and awake. At first, her mother just needed Marie's presence. She wasn't able to talk or think about anything. But after a day, they had started talking a little more. Over time, Marie's mother started asking more details about her life, trying to understand it better. Marie had mentioned before a little bit about being submissive, but it wasn't an easy concept to get across, especially to one's parents. Now, they had time. Slowly her mother came to understand a little better. It was a very foreign idea and she didn't comprehend why Marie was like this, but then again, neither did Marie really. Her mother, however, was satisfied with just being able to accept it.

The openness and vulnerability of the situation gave Marie the courage to do two things she had never done before. She talked to someone else about Grace and since it was her mother, it was the first time she had ever told her mother details about one of her lesbian relationships. Not really expecting understanding, Marie was surprised when not only did she get it, but her mother also gave her good advice about getting over a failed love affair. Like most children, it hadn't occurred to her that her mother might have had failed relationships of her own.

As the topic slowly drew to a close, her mother told her one last thing, "And you never know, Marie. Your father and I broke up twice before we finally came back together for good. Maybe her path will bring your Grace back to you too."

As Marie gave her mother a long hard hug, she thought about how she never would have guessed her own journey would bring her back to such a moment with her mother. "I guess anything is possible," she said to herself. Though it was hard to understand why, her mother's words actually made it easier to start moving on.

When her father had gotten out of the hospital, Marie had gone home with him. She just wanted to be there for both of her parents. It made it easier for her mother to have someone else to help with things, run errands and the like. And while her father remained uncomfortable about talking with Marie about her life, he clearly was happy that she was there. He recovered relatively quickly and was soon able to start getting back to work. By the time Marie decided she should head back home, the whole experience had her feeling better about herself than she had in some time.

So it was that when she got back, Marie decided that she needed to stop running away from things. She always enjoyed Corky's bar better than any other place in which she had hung out. Enough time had passed that she felt like she had gotten over Grace. After unpacking, she changed clothes and headed over to the bar to relax a little. Hopefully there would still be some people that she knew.

Marie pulled open the door and walked into the bar. She paused a moment to take a deep breath and enjoy the smell. Maybe not everyone would have used the word enjoy but to Marie the combination of different types of alcohol, perfume, sweat and just a hint of pussy was like coming home. Right away one of her old friends caught sight of her and ran over to give her a big hug. She pulled her over to her table, introducing Marie to the ones she didn't know and watching Marie hug the ones she did.

She was sitting at the table nursing her first beer when Marie heard Grace's laugh. She had deliberately not looked around to try and find Grace before. Now she couldn't help herself. She turned in her seat and looked towards the bar. At first Marie couldn't see her. Then suddenly Grace had her full attention. For a moment, Marie had a hard time tearing her eyes away from Grace's ass. She always loved how sexy Grace was but the tight jeans made her look even better. Then Marie noticed that it looked like Grace had lost a bit of weight, when she really didn't need to. She could see Grace's profile as she chatted with Corky. Her face was a little gaunter than she remembered and there was darkness under her eyes that her makeup didn't hide, at least not from Marie. 

Despite herself, Marie couldn't help a little worry flare up inside her. Something was wrong with Grace; Marie just knew it.

Then Grace turned away and Marie saw the tattoo. At first she wasn't sure what it was. Even after she figured out that it was a tattoo, she couldn't quite grasp what symbol it was. Then it hit her. Marie stood up.

She never saw the smiles and knowing glances of her friends. They had only heard the rumors about Grace's new status shortly before Marie had arrived. And not knowing exactly where Marie was in her thinking about Grace, none of them had dared say a word.  

Marie walked over to where Grace was leaning against the bar. For a few moments, she stood there staring at the tattoo. Talking to Corky, Grace hadn't noticed Marie's approach. But Corky did and started ever so slightly. It had been so long since Marie had been in the bar, she was just about the last person Corky expected to see. Grace saw Corky's reaction and then saw the look that Corky gave her. 

Grace knew. Without any doubt, she knew what Corky was saying to her. She too hadn't expected Marie to be there. She was ready for just about anything but this. Yet here it was. Resisting taking a sip of her wine for courage, Grace turned to look at Marie with a happy smile on her face.

"Hello, little one," she said.

Marie's attention went from Grace's neck to her face as Grace turned towards her. She tried to talk but wasn't sure what to say, finally she just blurted it out. "Ma'am, what does it mean?" Then realizing how she had sounded, Marie turned a bright red with embarrassment. "i'm sorry, Ma'am. Please forgive me. Hello."

"It's okay, Marie," Grace responded. "It's nice to see you. Would you like to sit and talk and I can tell you about it?"

Marie felt somehow that she was trying to blink back tears but she wasn't sure why. She didn't trust her voice so she just nodded.

Grace reached out and gently took her hand. She held it for a moment and then squeezed just a little. She led Marie to one of the booths towards the back. A moment later, Corky followed so that she could slap "Reserved" signs on the two tables around it. After all Grace had been through, Corky was not going to let anyone get in the way of this talk.




The Journey of Grace Ch. 10



Marie and Grace sat across from each other for a minute or so, just looking at each other. They were both sorting through their thoughts, and Marie was not going to be the first one to say anything. Finally, Grace took Marie's hand again and started.

"I'm out, Marie. It's been about month now. I told My husband and left. I confessed everything, all the affairs, everything. I expect that We will start the divorce pretty soon. I told My parents. I told My work." Grace spoke quietly and calmly. Her other hand went up to touch the back of her neck.

Marie's attention followed her hand. She now knew what it meant but she needed to hear it from Grace.

"It means, Marie, that I'm out about this too. I'm lesbian and Domme and I'm ashamed of neither. It's who I am," Grace finally said.

Now Marie couldn't keep the tears from falling. But it didn't bother her. She tried to say something but still found she couldn't.

Squeezing Marie's hand tighter, Grace reached out to stroke her cheek. "I thought about trying to call you. you don't know how many times I picked up the phone. But I wasn't ready. It has been a hard month. I needed time to put my life back together. And honestly, I wasn't sure if you would want Me to call."

Hearing the longing in Grace's voice broke the spell on Marie. "Not want You to? How could i not have wanted You to?" Marie was laughing as she talked. It was a happy laugh that made Grace smile.

"I hurt you, little one. I didn't want to but I did and I did it knowing it was," Grace replied. "you have been with others since Me, and I didn't know if you still were."

For a few moments, Marie paused. She wondered if she should open up and say everything. In the back of her mind, it seemed like she could hear the encouragement her mother had given her. Anything is possible, if only you try. Deliberately choosing her words Marie said, "Mistress, i may have been with others but only one person has ever owned me."

At the word "Mistress" Grace's head felt like it was going to explode. She barely could hear the other words, then they too sank in.

"little one, during the last months, even at the best moments, I always think of how much better it would be if it was you I was sharing them with. It wasn't fair to the person I was with, but nevertheless I couldn't help it.

Tears still running down her cheeks, Marie's face now had on a smile of her own. "Mistress, no one else can measure up."

Grace leaned forward to kiss Marie. In some ways, the anticipation was like the first time. But once their lips touched, the taste and feel was so familiar that the moment passed. Instead it was replaced with the realization that they both had a deep longing that only this could fulfill. It grew in passion with both of them putting their hands up to cup each other's cheeks. Finally it ended with deep sighs. Foreheads resting against each other, they just sat there for a while. They were together, and that was enough.

Epilogue

Grace looked out the window nervously one last time. It looked like the weather was going to hold. June could be such an iffy month. Corky laughed and pulled her away from the window.

"Let me fix your hair," Corky chided Grace. "It's almost there, but you always want look your best, especially on your wedding day!"

Hating to cede control to anyone else, Grace gave in as best she could. After all, she had a point. Corky fiddled with Grace's hair, combing it again and again until it was just right. 

"That's better," Corky said. As she looked at both of them in the mirror, Corky continued "I have to say, we look good."

Grace studied them both. Corky mostly looked the same as the first day they had met. She was wearing a pants suit and though attractive as always, her hair style and clothes clearly brought the word butch to mind. Grace was wearing a simple long flowing dark blue dress with a deep v-neck. She wished she could have gone with her favorite color but just couldn't see getting married in black. Looking at herself, she noticed the changes more than usual. Her long flowing hair was a thing of the past. Instead she had gone with a chin length bob with bangs that were now somewhat longer than before. Gone were the days when she hid her tattoo. It was as much a part of her as anything else. Unlike Corky her sexuality wasn't something that anyone would guess by looking at her. As with so many things now, Grace went with what made her happy and ignored what others thought. But she had to agree with Corky; they both looked good.

There was a knock at the door. "Time to start! Let's get going." It was her father. Corky and Grace shared a look, then Grace took a big breath and slowly let it out. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Thank God," Corky replied sarcastically, "I would have hated to have to tell Marie you weren't." Grace stuck her tongue out at her.

Together they went outside to walk down the aisle between the rows of people seated on folding chairs. It was a beautiful day. It was warm without being too hot. The sky was blue and while not cloudless, the clouds were few, white, small and fluffy. Most of Grace and Marie's closest friends were there, as were both sets of parents. There were a few other family members. Having been a couple for two years, there had been time for some to get used to them. It wasn't always easy. Michelle was there but towards the back. Marie liked her but there was always just a hint of tension between them. Lyn and Rob had made it though it had been a little doubtful. It looked like Lyn would keep her promise to Grace and not give birth to their first child until after the wedding. 

And much to Grace's surprise and delight, her ex-husband had agreed to come. It had been a hard thing for him. He was able to stop being angry but to be able to be happy for Grace was more difficult. Finally he accepted that she never had meant to hurt him. She married him expecting it to be for life. She was fooling herself much more than she was him. As she stood up in front of everyone, she looked over at him. He met her glance and gave her a smile that reminded her a lot of the good times. She gave him a tiny little wave and a smile back.

Then Marie captured all of her attention. For an unconventional couple, she was dressed extremely conventionally. She had on a gorgeous flowing white wedding dress. Unlike Grace, her hair was long and was done up beautifully on top of her head. She had no veil but there was an intricate lacing of flowers and ribbons in her hair. With her hair up, her own tattoo was visible to everyone as she walked past. It was a simple drawing of a stick figure on her knees, head bowed in submission, and wrists together as if bound.

As Marie approached, Grace found it harder and harder to breath. For a second, she wondered whether if something was actually wrong. Then laughing at herself inside, Grace realized this is how it feels when you are marrying someone you love with every fiber of your being. This time there were no doubts, no fears, and no cold feet. From the moment she had asked Marie to marry her, it had felt right. She said a silent thank you that they lived in a state that recognized gay marriage.

Grace reached out and took Marie's hand when she arrived. They smiled at each other. For both, most of the rest of the world seemed to disappear. There was only each other and the minister. It had been a question for them. Did they want a minister? In the end, they mostly decided to have one for their families. Sue was a Unitarian minster that Grace had got to know at the bar. Both of their parents were more religious and felt that without a minister, it wasn't quite a wedding. This way everyone was satisfied since Sue was happy to do whatever they wanted. And Grace and Marie didn't have a traditional ceremony planned.

Even paying attention to Sue was hard for Grace. Marie filled her world as they held hands. It didn't matter though; Grace and Marie both knew the words by heart. They had spent hours deciding exactly what they wanted to say. Grace stirred herself a little as heard Sue talking about what a marriage meant in society. It was almost time for Grace to say something and it was important for her to be very much in control of herself.

"Do you Grace, promise to love, honor, protect and care for Marie, as long as you both shall live?" Sue asked.

Grace smiled at Marie for a second and then said, "I do."

"And do you Marie, promise to love, honor, serve and obey Grace, as long as you both shall live?" 

Marie couldn't help the amused little smile that crossed her lips as the vows were said and the audience made surprised little noises. "i do," she replied while knowing that most them will never truly understand. Marie smiled again. Of course everyone there did know about the nature of their relationship and had been warned that it would be reflected in the ceremony. And this was just the starting. She thought about the white band of skin on her neck.

Then Marie heard Sue asking for the rings. Her maid of honor stepped forward and handed Sue the ring that she had picked out for Grace. It wasn't fancy, just a thick band with a large diamond sunk into it. It was just elegant enough to be a woman's ring. She could see her own ring in Sue's hand. It was the opposite. It looked more delicate than it was with multiple diamonds. Marie had been so pleased when Grace had shown her what she had picked out. She never would have said a word to Grace if she didn't like it, but she had. Grace knew her so well.

Sue finished blessing the rings and handed Grace the first one. This part was simple. "With this ring, I thee wed," Grace said as she slipped on the ring. The ease that the ring went on was a testament not only to the wonderful fit but the cold cream that Marie had carefully applied moments before coming outside.

Taking Grace's ring from Sue, Marie repeated, "With this ring, i Thee wed." She had a little more trouble getting it on Grace, causing a ripple of laughter from the audience.

At this point, Sue stepped back. She understood the rest of the ceremony, but it was Grace and Marie's. Corky took a pillow from one of the flower girls. She was the daughter of a submissive friend of Marie's. They had carefully chosen who they asked. On the pillow were two silver colored necklaces. Grace and Marie had flown to San Francisco to find them at the little shop that Grace had gone to with Michelle. This time they were made custom. 

Corky picked up both and then placed the pillow on the ground in front of Grace. Marie's maid of honor helped her gather her gown up so that she could kneel down on it. Again Marie thought about the white band on her neck. She had been wearing Grace's collar since shortly after they came back together. When she took that collar off this morning, she felt naked. Now this new one would replace it. It didn't change the nature of their relationship, but it was a symbol of its permanence. As unlikely as it might have been, up until today both had felt free to walk away. Now they were binding their lives together forever.

Grace held the collar between her hands. She looked down on Marie kneeling before her with her head bowed. Then Grace looked once again at the collar. It was a stunning piece of jewelry. It looked like silver but it was in fact platinum, except for the clasp. On one side of the clasp, there was a small open lock. Once closed, it could not be opened except by the key.

"My precious little one," Grace began, "why are you here before Me today?"

Her voice clear and strong, Marie replied, "i offer myself in servitude to You, Mistress."

There was a stirring inside of Grace as she listened. While it was a serious moment, it also couldn't help but excite her. She felt her pussy moisten slightly. "What does that mean, little one?"

"That i will belong to You. That i am Yours to do with however You will. i will obey You in all things. And i give to You the right to make my decisions for me. I will be Your slave, for the rest of my life." Just like Grace, Marie couldn't separate completely the act of submission from her sexuality. She could feel her nipples harden and her crotch growing wet.

"Why do you offer Me this, little one?" Grace asked.

Bending over, Marie kissed Grace's left shoe and gave the first answer, "Because i trust You, Mistress." Then kissing the right, she completed her answer, "Because i love You, Mistress." As was often the case for Marie with moments where she laid herself open to Grace, tears of joy slowly started to drip down her face.

Waiting until Marie straightened up again, Grace then spoke. "I accept your submission as My slave. In accepting your servitude, I promise to honor your willing sacrifice and to protect and cherish you. I will always treat you with the love and respect that you deserve so that for My whole life, I will never be unworthy of your sacrifice."

Grace took the shining collar and carefully put it around Marie's neck. Though not too tight, it fit close to her neck. It had been carefully made so that the way it joined did not obscure Marie's tattoo. She had asked Grace to please make sure of that. It was wider around the sides with little sapphires evenly spaced along them. In front, there was an inscription.

Both of them looked out at the gathering. This time Marie spoke to the guests. "I wear this collar from now on as a symbol of my submission to my Mistress. Just as the words on the collar say, i am 'Property of Mistress Grace.'" With that, Grace clicked the little lock closed.

Taking Marie's hands, Grace helped her to stand back up. Even with the tears still running down her cheeks, her happiness made her glowed with a loveliness that everyone could see. Then Marie moved behind Grace to take the other necklace from Corky. It had a very fine platinum chain that with a pendant. It was reminiscent of the one she had bought with Michelle, but much nicer. And this time, the pendant was a heart. On it was written, "marie's Mistress" and it had two little sapphires that had been carefully selected to match Marie's eyes. Grace felt that when she wore it, Marie would always be there next to her.

Marie took out from somewhere hidden in her dress, a little key. It matched the lock at the back of her neck. She slipped it onto the chain and pushed it down so that it rested against the pendant by the two little sapphire eyes. Then Marie put the necklace on Grace. She pressed her body into Grace's back as she did so. Grace could feel the trembling in Marie. When the pendant touched her skin, Grace stroked it like it was Marie.

"Wear this please, Mistress. So that You too proclaim Your ownership of me," Marie said as she moved back beside Grace.

As they joined hands once again, Grace replied "I will."

Now Sue stepped back up. She put her hands upon both of the women's shoulders. "By the power invested in me by the church and the state, I now pronounce you wife and wife. Grace, you may kiss your bride."

It was a long passionate kiss that Grace and Marie exchanged. Both of them were more than just a little excited from the ceremony. Grace now pressed her own body into Marie and slowly bent her backwards. Finally Corky's comment about getting a room reminded them that they were in public. They followed the long kiss with a short one that was full of tender love.

With Sue proclaiming "It is my great pleasure to introduce to you for the first time in marriage, Mistress Grace and her Marie," the ceremony concluded.

It was loud as the guest rose to their feet and clapped their hands. The lesbians in the gathering were the most vocal. For them, each wedding of two women, or men when invited, was a victory against prejudice and needed to be celebrated for more than just the joining of two friends.

As Marie and Grace moved forward to greet their family and friends, they kept their hands clasped until the hugs began. Even in the embrace of others, Grace would look over to exchange glances with Marie. Now they were together forever. Though Marie belonged to Grace, it was equally true that Grace belonged to Marie. Now it was not longer just Grace's journey, it was one that they shared. 



The Journey of Grace



Marie felt the kiss break. She longed for it to continue and tried to pull back to her Mistress' lips. But Grace's strong grip held her apart. Her eyes fluttered open, neck twisted in order to kiss the woman behind her. Just as she could feel Grace's fingers on her body, she now felt the look from her eyes, both predatory and proprietary. Not realizing it, her thighs squeezed together as another shiver went through her body.

As Grace helped Marie to regain her feet, she glanced around the bar. They had indeed attracted attention. Not the entire bar, but at least everyone who was relatively close. She noticed a few women, strong and silent giving her an approving look. One even brought her hands together in a silent ovation. Others spoke in whispers to their partners that sometimes ended in passionate kisses of their own. A few looked away as though embarrassed to have witnessed it. Grace enjoyed all the reactions, nodding in particular to acknowledge the clapping. 

Now as she walked Marie back to the table, her arm went around Marie to hold her close. Marie leaned into it. Already her Mistress had brought out the flames but she seemed to control them so that they burned a slow and patient heat. Although it might not be a flame that burnt her, it seemed to have the promise of one that would keep her at a constant simmer. 

Back at the table, Marie snuggled in against the arm Grace had around her. One hand went to Grace's lap, to massage and kneed her thighs. She wanted to please her Mistress as she was pleasing her. She could feel Grace's fingers on the hand wrapped around her, slowly stroking along her side. In other situations, it would have been a tickle. Instead, she could feel each finger intimately get to know her ribs. As they made their way down towards the side of her belly, Marie found it increasingly harder to breath. Her already hard nipples ached to feel a touch beyond the occasional caress when she stretched against her bra. They needed to feel the attention of her Mistress' fingers but frustrated she could only sit there as they instead continued their exploration of her side.

Picking up her glass of wine, Marie almost drained it. The sweet wine was cool and helped her to focus her thoughts for a minute. That is until Grace leaned over and lightly kissed her neck. Gasping, Marie's eyes closed and her head bent sideways to allow her Mistress the access she thought. Unbidden, her teeth clenched down, catching one lip in between them. As a delicious blindness expanded through her mind, Marie's tongue pressed against the captured lip, moving slightly from side to side. Unable to help it, Marie made a soft "mmmmmmmm" noise that rose in pitch as Grace's teeth grasped the tip of her earlobe.

Struggling to regain thought, Marie's hand slid further down Grace's thigh to where her skirt ended. Touching the stocking, it curled to stroke along the exposed inner part. But shortly Grace closed her thighs together to keep Marie from exploring more territory; although she allowed her to continue to massage her fingertips against the nylon covered skin. It felt wonderful but Grace was determined to control the pace and steps of the action.

Releasing Marie's lobe, she nuzzled against the ear. Her lips softly exhaled warm and moist air. Then in the same throaty tone as before, she asked, "So little one, shall we stay here for the evening or is there someplace that we could go?" As she finished, her lips parted to allow her tongue to slide out just a bit and trace along the shell of Marie's ear.

"I ... I ... ummmmmmm," Marie found it difficult to form the words while the warmth of her Mistress' tongue continued its path. Goosebumps rose along her arms and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck rising. As it withdrew, she seemed to find the power to speak again. "I don't live that far from here and I live alone, Mistress." She turned a bit to look up at her Mistress with a hesitant smile on her hopeful face.

"Good, little one. That will do nicely. Wait here a second," Grace stood up and went back to the bar. Motioning for Corky, she asked for the tab. While paying it, Corky looked over at Marie who was looking longingly at Grace's back.

"So I guess you liked my place," Corky said laughing. She picked up her seltzer water and make gesture to indicate that she was drinking to Grace. But then her face turned a little more serious. "But Grace, be good to her. She hasn't been around too long and is maybe a little too innocent for her own good. She is a real nice kid," she finished up with a little emphasis on the last word.

Grace reached over and patted Corky's hand. She let her expression match Corky's. "Yes, I like your place very much. I suspect that I will be back from time to time. And don't worry, hun. I am really a nice person, especially for someone who doesn't have a lot of experience. It was my plan all along to be good to her. It's what I like to do."