Her hand stole to the crotch of her panties and she gently rubbed herself through the thin material. She tried to recapture the dream in her minds eye, but it had fled.

This irritated her far more than it should have and she kicked off the covers and got up. Her eyes drifted to the computer on its desk in the corner. It was her usual habit to get up late on Saturdays and chat with Tom for hours. Tom. The events of the night before came back to her in a rush.

A deep depression overtook her then. She remembered the balding man who had met her at the club. He had been nothing like her mental image or the way he portrayed himself online. She was never going to find her pirate. Tears welled up in her eyes then and she struggled not to let them come but lost. What now? she asked herself hopelessly.

She remembered Fire too but tried to push that memory out of her mind. Chrissy was afraid of those memories. She had been brought up to believe that homosexuality was a terrible sin. Remembering how close she had come to submitting to another woman was profoundly disturbing to her. She had also been brought up to believe that interracial couplings were wrong. Her parents were strong Catholics and deeply conscious of their heritage.

Chrissy flipped the on the power to the computer and went to make her morning tea. As the water boiled she found her mind returning to the commanding woman. She could not get her out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried to shove the memories aside. She wanted nothing more now than to get her tea and get to the computer. She could find people to talk to there and hopefully escape those haunting memories.

Chrissy found the old adage of the watched pot never boiling to be painfully true. Again and again her mind returned to Fire. The woman had been so masterful and confident. Chrissy remembered the feel of her hands and how her nipples had instantly responded. She remembered how she had looked on the couch and her incredibly long, sleek legs.

Chrissy shivered when she remembered Fire's hand on her pussy.

Chrissy was startled when the teakettle whistled shrilly and stunned to find her hand back between her legs. Not only had she been rubbing herself while thinking of the Domme, but the small patch of darker fabric showed all too clearly that she had been far more excited than she wanted to admit.

She shook her head violently and forced all thoughts from her mind, making her tea in a mechanical manner and concentrating on it to the exclusion of all else.

By the time she had sat down at the computer she had pushed the incident from her mind. She logged in to find an email from Tom. She dreaded opening it; she just wasn't good at hurting people's feelings. Remembering the way he looked in the bar she felt bad about having brushed him off now. That memory inevitably flowed into the memory of the beautiful black Domme's hands on her. She shoved the memory from her mind and angrily opened the email.

It contained a scathing condemnation of her and strident demands that she atone. A day before the mail would have excited her for she longed to be abused and ordered around like that. Now she found it pathetic. After being in the company of a true dominant she realized that it was just his attempt to sound like he thought a Dom should sound. The realization that she had wasted so many hours chatting with men who sounded just like that saddened her. She had wasted so much time.

She closed the email without responding and went into her favorite chat room. She was known there and the regulars greeted her in their own ways. For over an hour she watched what was happening in the room. Normally she would join in the fun but today it all seemed very trite. The Doms that had seemed so exciting to her did not seem so now and the subs doing their bidding in the room seemed to be tragic.

Chrissy found her attention wandering and decided to surf for a better room. An hour of searching left her even more depressed. She returned to her normal chat to see Tom was there. He had given her an order when he first arrived and she hadn't noticed. Now he was whining and it disgusted her.

With an annoyed slashing motion she killed the computer, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone.

Something was wrong. She was hyper, irritable and easily annoyed. Seeing her Dom whining in channel had infuriated her. So much for masterful and commanding.

"I'll bet Fire never whines," she said to herself. It was a few moments before she realized what she had just said.

"Whoa, where did that come from?" she asked the empty room. She must be loosing her mind; here she was alone in an empty apartment talking to herself. She was filled with nervous energy. Amber shook her head and decided to clean the house. An hour later she found herself wiping down the counters in the small kitchen for the third time. She threw the sponge disgustedly into the sink and glanced at the clock. It said 3:30.

She wandered through her apartment in a dreamlike state. Nothing seemed familiar or comfortable to her. It was almost as if she were seeing it for the first time. She traced her finger along the top of the sideboard. It was out of place among the hand me downs and castoffs. It had been a gift from her grand mother. Solid cherry and old beyond her comprehension, a real antique from the old country. The dark cherry color reminded her of Fire's long legs. It was not as dark or as rich she thought absently.

Her mind jumped to that brief moment when she was pinned against the wall and the Domme's long fingers were roughly massaging her pussy. Her hand slipped to her crotch again and this time she did not try to stop herself. She was worked up and hoped a quick orgasm would calm her. Her fingers quickly found the right spot and began a circular motion that would bring her off quickly. She had just gotten started when the phone rang.

She jumped with the first ring and muttered to herself as she ran to the kitchen to answer it. Her mother had been will and she had developed the habit of answering the phone before the third ring. Her machine picked up after that and her mother refused to speak into one.

"Hello?" she answered. She was a bit out of breath, more from the self-stimulation than the short dash to the kitchen.

"Hey!" a voice responded. She recognized it instantly as her best friend Heather.

"Hey Heather, how's it going?" she said as her breathing returned to normal.

"Going fine, how was your date?" she asked. They had been best friends since grade school and there were no secrets between them. Heather was a sub as well, but not so much as Chrissy. Chrissy half way suspected her friend was a switch. She was the only one who knew that Chrissy had been going to meet Tom. Amber was a sub but not a fool and

Heather had Tom's email and his name and all the information Chrissy had.

"It was a bust," Amber said disgustedly.

"Aww, sorry lil bit, not what you expected?"

"No. He wasn't tall or powerful or anything I expected.

He was balding and over weight and timid too,"

"I warned you. I told you that he was a fake,"

"Yeah, a wannabe Dom, just like Fire said,"

"Fire? Who's that?" Heather responded instantly. Chrissy found herself blushing and for a few moments considered lying to her best friend.

"Fire is a woman I met at the club," Chrissy said hesitantly.

"And?" Heather asked, her voice held a strange quality

Chrissy was uncertain of. She could not be sure, but her

friend sounded almost excited.

"Oh Heather. She was awesome, tall, powerful and commanding. She was everything I dreamed of in a Dom. She took me to her apartment and we talked. I swear if she had been a man I would have never come back!" Chrissy gushed.

"So what did you do?" Heather asked in a slightly far away voice.

"Do? Nothing. We just talked. She could have done anything she wanted. I was so under her finger, but she sent me home and told me she would be at Lashes tonight if I was interested,"

"Are you going?"

"Of course not!"

"Why not?"

"Didn't you hear anything I said? She's a woman,"

"So?"

"I am not a dyke," Chrissy protested.

"No, you are a sub and she sounds like just the kind of

Top you have been searching for," Heather said seriously.

Chrissy was speechless. She could think of no reply to that simple statement.

"Chrissy?" Heather said when the silence became too long.

"I'm here," Chrissy replied in a small voice.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, I am fine. Just a little out of sorts. What are you up to today?" Chrissy said trying to change the subject.

Heather seemed to understand and let it drop. They talked of other things for a long while and when Heather finally said goodbye it was almost 5:00.

Chrissy stood up and decided a hot bath was in order. She filled the old claw foot tub with hot water and added a liberal dose of peach bath oil. She caught her reflection in the mirror as she stood. She saw a small woman with pale skin and long blonde hair. She had long legs for her height and a short waist that only served to make her breasts stand out more than they would have anyway. Her golden-red pubic triangle was trimmed neatly and did little to hide the pouting lips of her sex. Pale blue eyes and a soft full mouth completed the picture. She looked very much like a delicate porcelain doll.

She shrugged and stepped into the tub where she settled into the hot, fragrant water. She bathed carefully, taking her time and fully soaping up each part of her body. She carefully shaved her legs and underarms and thoroughly washed her privates. She was unconscious of the fact that she had done this very thing last night in anticipation of meeting Tom.

She climbed out of the water and toweled off. Wrapping one towel under her arms she ducked her head and wrapped her wet hair in another. She sat at her vanity and carefully dried and styled her long hair and meticulously did her make up. She made the last few strokes of her mascara and eyed herself critically in the mirror. It was then that it hit her.

What the hell am I doing? She thought. She stood abruptly upsetting several of the vials and bottles on the vanity. Automatically he stooped and returned them to their places. She looked again in the mirror. It was only then that she realized she was going to Lashes. Her whole day had been spent in anticipation of it. Her mind had been made up long before she was conscious of it. Probably since the moment Fire had closed the door to her apartment.

She fought back the surge of panic that rose within her. Her rational mind was still fighting it, but she was a slave to that part of her that wanted it. She tore her eyes from the mirror and finished drying off. The clock on her nightstand read 7:15.

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Lashes was an underground D & S club in the city. It was situated in a basement on the edge of the meatpacking district. The club was devoted to the scene and was neither a gay club nor a straight club, although gay males were discouraged. As she approached it she searched in vain for Fire's car. She was keenly aware of how dirty the streets around her were. It was not a good part of town. The club had powerful patrons and thus far their clout had kept the place from being closed down.

Chrissy paid the cover and descended the concrete stairs.

She checked her coat at the small desk and entered the club proper. Chrissy had been here before, but never sober. She and Heather both had to be pretty well gone to come here with their other friends. It was very much like she remembered it and just as intense.

A large crowd of people in various costume milled around the central bar. One wall held the restrooms and a pair of jail cells. Two girls were acting out a scene there now. A tall brunette with a centerfold's body was playing the guard. She wore tight blue shorts and a policeman's shirt and cap. She was abusing a petite blonde girl in white t-shirt and panties. The other wall held an old fashioned pillory. A fat, hairy man wearing only a spandex codpiece and black leather mask was fastened into the stocks and was getting a whipping from a leather clad Domme. She was short and overweight but heavily muscled and she apparently knew what to do with a whip. His back was covered in red welts and sweat dripped from him.

A darkened doorway led back to cells where scenes were carried out by the patrons. These rooms were “enter at your own risk”, the scenes were not controlled by the staff, but there were always two monitors there who would stop a scene if it was getting to dangerous.

A few chairs and tables were clustered near the entrance to the back and Chrissy's heart skipped a beat when she picked out Fire's face among those seated at the tables.

The woman was staring right at her and Chrissy felt the overwhelming urge to run. Instead she calmly walked across the room to the table. There were three other women seated at the table with Fire. The tall woman indicated a chair next to her and Chrissy gracefully sat.

"What's this? New girly Fire?" one of the women said.

She was short and fat with a pale completion that showed several blemishes. Her hair was close cropped and she wore a leather dress that was literally straining to keep her massive chest in. She was not very attractive, but her face was cute Chrissy decided.

"Maybe," Fire replied.

"I see Larry is getting his nightly beating," a tall, thin woman observed. Her hair was long and incredibly black, like motor oil. Her skin was so pale it was almost white and it took Chrissy a moment to realize it was makeup. She looked washed out almost like a junky. Her body was all planes and angles totally devoid of feminine curves. She was thin and flat chested and had almost no hips. She wore a simple black dress with a silver anklet suspended on a delicate chain.

Typical Goth vamp Chrissy decided disdainfully.

"Yeah, Dee is working him over tonight," the third woman at the table replied. She was of average height with a good figure. Her blondish hair was worn short also and she wore denim pants, a work shirt that barely hid her breasts and heavy work boots. She was pure butch, a real diesel dyke Chrissy thought.

"She's pretty good with that whip," the dark haired woman observed.

"You would know, she beat your ass that night at Rangoon," the fat woman said laughing.

"Yeah, last time I make a bet with Fire," the thin woman replied smiling.

"Did you see that little bitch in the cell Ash?" the woman in work boots asked.

"Yeah, looks like a nice piece, to bad she has a top already," the dark haired woman responded. Ash? Short for Ashley? Chrissy was afraid to ask.

"That wannabe? I had her on her knees licking my pussy in front of everyone at Jaded last week," the fat woman said disdainfully.

"Any good?" The woman in work clothes asked.

"Oh yeah, smack her around a bit and that tongue gets real talented,"

Chrissy was so embarrassed and uncomfortable. The conversation had her blushing like mad and looking for a place to hide. Above it all was Fire, quite, well dressed, you would think she was at a garden club meeting and not listening to her friends discussing the sexual prowess of other women.

"What do you say Carly?" Ash asked. Amber's mind refocused on the conversation instead of the woman she was here to meet.

"Yeah, why not?" the woman in work clothes replied and the two got up and disappeared into the crowd. Chrissy made a note that her name was Carly.

"Those two are such a pair," the fat woman said.

"Indeed," Fire replied. She was so calm and elegant, Chrissy felt herself falling under the woman's spell and she hadn't even spoken to her!

"Of course this time it's your fault," Fire observed with a knowing smile.

"Me?" the fat woman said with mock innocence.

"You know Carly gets off on topping would be tops,"

"So do you,"

"Not really, I leave that to you and Carly,"

"So tell me about yourself," the fat woman said suddenly, switching her attention to Chrissy. She was caught off guard and stuttered out an unintelligible reply.

"No need to be scared little one, I won't bite," she said gently.

"Don't bet on it," Fire said.

"Hush, you'll scare the poor thing to death. My name is

Sam, and who might you be?" she said in a soothing voice.

"Chrissy,"

"That's a very pretty name. What are you doing here tonight?"

Chrissy was saved from answering by the return of Carly and Ash. Ash had the girl in the t-shirt and panties in tow while Carly was pushing the police girl ahead of her.

Ash sat in her chair and spread her long thin legs. She pulled her dress up and Amber could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Ash gave the blonde a meaningful look and she sank to her knees and buried her face in the thin woman's crotch.

"Ohh, look at that. Your baby knows what to do to a hot pussy, do you?" Carly said to the brunette. She turned to see her girlfriend lapping at Ash's crotch and moved to slap her but Carly caught her arm and twisted it behind her.

"Let go of me you bitch," she hissed. Carly laughed and twisted her arm harder, which caused the brunette to grimace.

"Are you going to be a nice little slut or am I going to have to get rough with you?" Carly taunted. Chrissy could see that Carly was easily stronger than the brunette. The girl struggled to break the tight grip Carly had on her arms.

"Have it your way," Carly said and release her arms.

The brunette spun around and Carly backhanded her. The blonde started towards her lover, but Ash caught a handful of hair and viciously jerked her face back.

Carly laughed and shoved the brunette to her knees. She undid her jeans and let them fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. Amber saw that her pussy was shaved before she sat down and spread her legs. She then tangled her hand in the brunette's hair and pulled her face tightly to her

crotch.

"That's right bitch, work that tongue in there. I'll show you how a real top does it," she snarled.

Chrissy was in a state that bordered on hysteria. Here she was sitting in a club with two girls under the table giving oral sex to two other girls. What in the name of god was she doing here? She wanted to get up and leave, or at least look away, but seeing the brunettes head moving against Carly's tummy was something she could not tear her eyes away from.

"You like that don't you little one?" a voice whispered in her ear. She managed to tear her eyes away from the scene before her to face Sam. The fat woman was leaning close to her.

"Look at Ash my pet, see how much she is enjoying that licking?" she purred.

Chrissy glanced at Ash, the thin woman had a dreamy expression on her face. Chrissy could just see the top of the blonde's head. Chrissy felt her heartbeat quicken. She wondered what Ash was feeling to look so content. She shivered when she realized that she wondered even more what the blonde felt.

"That's right bitch, get that tongue all the way in or

I am going to beat your ass," Carly groaned.

Chrissy's eyes alternated between the dreamy look on Ash's face and the wild look on Carly's. She could easily see the tops of both of the girl's heads and she wondered what they were feeling. She noticed her nipples were hardening and she felt strange, hot and flustered.

She felt a warm breath on her ear and a shiver ran through her slight frame. Sam's hand settled on her knee and she stiffened.

"Getting you hot isn't it my pet?"

Chrissy turned to face Sam. She wanted to remove the woman's hand from her knee, she wanted to tell her to stop, to get away, and instead she looked helplessly at her. Sam could apparently sense her indecision and lack of will power. She scooted her chair closer and her hand moved slowly up Chrissy's leg.

The fat woman spread her thighs and pulled the ridiculously tight dress up revealing green panties. She took Chrissy's hand and guided it to her crotch. When her fingers touched the hot, slick material Chrissy jerked her hand back like it burned. Sam held her hand and forced it back between her splayed thighs.

"Now now, make it feel good my pet," she cooed as she rubbed herself with Amber's hand. Chrissy was shocked but unable to resist and soon she was rubbing the welt slick material without Sam's prompting. She watched fascinated as her fingers stroked up and down. It was as if she were watching a movie, or someone else, not like it was her own hand. A wet spot appeared in the crotch and then as it spread the slick fabric molded itself to her pussy. Soon Chrissy could guess exactly what Sam's pussy looked like.

"That's it baby," she breathed. Her eyes were closed and she wore the same dreamy expression that Ash had. Chrissy wanted to stop, she felt her stomach churning but she was no more able to do that than to fly. These truly dominant women simply overwhelmed her. She glanced fearfully at Fire, but the woman was smiling at her and nodded.

Sam's hand had reached Amber's panties by now and began to gently stroke her. She shuddered, but was unable to move.

The softly stroking fingers continued to work on her and Chrissy unconsciously spread her legs to allow Sam's hand better access.

Ash came first, her body stiffened and a sigh escaped her thin lips. She shuddered once and then sat up a little straighter. Sam was next, her hips began to jog and she removed her hand from Chrissy's panties to massage her mammoth breasts through the material of her dress. Amber quickened her stroking and Sam hissed and groaned. Seconds later her orgasm began. Chrissy continued to stroke her until she opened her eyes and smiled.

Carly came last. It was apparent to Chrissy that she was really enjoying making the would-be top service her. She uttered a continuous stream of vile invective at the kneeling brunette. Her body shook and she exploded with a loud wail. Chrissy was surprised to notice that no one in the crowded bar was paying them the least attention.

After her orgasm subsided Carly shoved the brunette away from her. The girl ended up on her butt leaning against Chrissy's legs. Carly's juices and her own tears mingled to make her face glisten in the light. She started to rise but Sam stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?" she said in a voice that brooked no argument. The brunette shuddered and turned around. Sam's legs were still spread wide and she motioned with her finger. The brunette swallowed hard and crawled on her knees between the fat thighs. Sam pulled the slick panties aside exposing her pussy. Amber found herself staring. Her pussy was fat, with gaping lips and covered in a thick mat of dark brown hair. The brunette tentatively pushed her tongue out and licked up the slick lips. Chrissy felt herself shudder as revulsion mixed with excitement in an almost unbearable conflict of emotion.

"Are you ready baby?" Fire's said, breaking the spell that held her.

She turned and nodded to the tall woman, no longer trusting her voice. Fire rose gracefully and said her farewells to her friends. Chrissy rose and also said goodbye to each of the three women and then followed Fire back out onto the streets. Her car was parked around back of the building, which explained why Chrissy had not seen it coming in.

Soon she was seated comfortably in the passenger seat and they were moving. Tonight the radio was playing Mozart.

She closed her eyes and felt her body relax.

"I am glad you showed up,"

"I couldn't stay away, God knows I tried,"

"I was fairly certain you wouldn't," Fire said and then chuckled.

"Why?"

"How did you like my friends?" Fire asked, leaving the question hanging.

"I guess I liked them," she said tentatively.

"Well, It appeared you at least liked Sam," Fire said with another soft laugh. Chrissy colored furiously and tried to think of something to say.

"Did you get excited?" Fire asked. When Chrissy didn't answer Fire pulled over to the curb and turned to face her.

"I asked you a question. From this point forward if I ask you a question you will answer immediately. If I tell you to do something you will do it right then. When you fail you will be severely punished. If you displease me badly enough I will throw you out which soon will be the worst thing your little mind can imagine. Now, did you get excited?" Fire said in a voice that chilled Chrissy to her very core.

"Yes,"

"Yes what?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Yes Mistress Fire," the woman prompted her.

"Yes Mistress Fire,"

"Better," the Domme said and turned back to the road.

The big car accelerated smoothly back into the flow of traffic.

"What excited you?" Fire asked.

"I don't know, all of it I guess,"

"Did you want to be that cute brunette under the table?" Fire asked as she dodged expertly around a double- parked taxi.

"Yes," Chrissy replied. Her embarrassment was acute, but she could not refuse to answer.

"Good, very good. So you got excited, did you get your panties wet?" Fire continued the merciless questioning.

"Yes, a little," Amber replied blushing furiously.

"Very good. Now little one we are going to play a game,"

"A game?" Chrissy asked with some apprehension.

"Yes, I want you to pull your dress up,"

"My dress?"

"Yes dear, show me your panties," Fire said without ever taking her eyes off the road.

Chrissy pulled the hem of her dress up around her waist exposing herself. She was wearing black lingerie tonight. She was relieved to see that there was no evidence that she had been excited showing on her satin panties. Fire glanced over as soon as the car stopped at a red-light.

"Here's the game. My apartment is fifteen blocks away now. You are going to play with your little pussy. If you can get yourself off before we get to the garage you can keep your panties. Otherwise you will leave them here in the car. Simple enough?" she explained. Chrissy stared at her dumbfounded.

The big car fairly leapt away from the red light, accelerating quickly. Chrissy was still not sure what to do, but the furious pace told her that Fire had something planed for her if she lost her panties. She quickly dropped her hand to her crotch and began to rub herself in a circular motion. Her mind immediately went to the action at the table that was so fresh in her memory. She pressed her fingers between her lips to directly stimulate her clit. In her mind she saw Sam's fat pussy with the brunette's tongue gliding up the slick lips. While her right hand continued to stroke her clit her left pulled her panties aside and plunged a finger into her sopping hole. She was moaning softly now, and did not notice that the car stopped. Her finger plunged into herself again and again as her fingers danced frantically over her sensitive nub. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her pleasure peaked and she gained the sweet release of orgasm.

She opened her eyes to find herself being stared at by several men on the corner. They were all laughing and pointing and making catcalls. Chrissy had never been so humiliated.

She turned to see Fire smiling at her. One of the men was tapping on the glass and Chrissy nearly died, but Fire accelerated away from the curb before he could do more than that.

"You won, I hope you enjoyed it because that the last one you are getting for a while," she said conversationally. Amber barely heard, her eyes were all red. She knew all those men had sat there and watched her, it was terribly humiliating, but the real humiliation was in knowing it aroused her so much.

By the time they reached the apartment Amber had composed herself. She meekly followed Fire to the elevator and then to her apartment. Fire opened the door and shoved her inside. The tall woman walked in behind her and went straight to the overstuffed chair.