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The Ball...
I must have overslept, because my phone tells me it's already nine o'clock, as I shake off my morning fog, I hear cheerful sounds coming from my kitchen. My nose perks up at the smell of bacon frying, over the scent of coffee.
I choose to use the wheelchair, even though my knee feels better today. I pop a Vicodin then roll into the kitchen to find Sophie cooking, and Carrie, Lisa and Nikki standing around the breakfast counter gossiping. They're all still in their pajamas, and I wonder what the hell is going on.
"Ah good morning everyone," I call out. "What's going on?"
"Good morning Juliette," they all call out, and Carrie pours me a cup of coffee. She hands it to me with a kiss and says, "Sophie volunteered to cook for us so you can stay off your feet."
"Thanks Sophie, smells wonderful."
"You're welcome Sweetie, it's my pleasure." Lisa bends down to kiss me, followed by Nikki. Carrie helps Sophie plate the scrambled eggs with tomato, peppers and onions, pancakes, and bacon.
"So, what were you girls talking about while I slept?"
"Oh, you know, girl talk." Lisa says with a smirk. They start talking about shoes, and I'm surprised by how many of the designers I've heard of. Between yesterday's trip, and buying Molly's and Lisa's, I'm almost knowledgeable. At one point I ask what the plan for the day was, Lisa responds, "Nikki is going to take you for your make over at two, while the rest of us go pick up the finishing touches to our costumes."
"My makeover? I thought you were doing my make up?" I say to Lisa.
"I don't have the right cosmetics, your make up will need to last all night without touch ups. And you'll need your hair professionally styled, so I made an appointment for you at a salon in Downers."
"Don't worry Juliette, it will be fun! I just wish we could come with you." Sophie says to my worried expression.
"I'll take good care of our girl," Nikki says, patting my good knee.
After breakfast, the girls clean up the kitchen. Carrie and Sophie leave, and Nikki and Lisa dress for the day. I roll into the bedroom and ask Lisa what I should change into, she goes through my wardrobe and chooses a Royal blue dress by James & Joyce, and my padded panties. With a evil smile she says, "I'm afraid you'll have to go braless Julie... Hey, Nik and I are going to go buy some Halloween candy, stay off the knee."
I notice with a touch of jealousy they're both wearing jeans, sweatshirts, and sneakers. With nothing better to do, I go to the office and look at the SUV's again. As I'm checking out the vehicles, my mind starts to daydream. I picture Carrie, and Sophie with a dark haired baby strapped into a baby car seat, while Lisa's carrying a fair haired child out to a white SUV, and strapping it in next to Carrie's.
'WTF?' I think, shook up by the dream. I look back at my computer, and cross the 4Runner off the list, because it only seats five... I sit there and think about my situation and sink into a deep depression, why the fuck am I tolerating any of this? I was happy all alone in Idaho, wasn't I? I think back on my time out West, I remember my rapid rise in my department, and the frequent nights spent concentrating on a problem, instead of going out and enjoying myself, skiing and hiking by myself,. I then remember the talk behind my back by jealous co workers, the annoying practical jokes played on me, and the reputation of a soulless slave driver. I don't think I was that hard on my team, but perhaps my standards were a little higher than the others. I heard they threw a party at the local bar when they found out I was moving away.
It hits me like a sledge hammer, I haven't been really happy since College... Since Sophie. I pour myself a double Tequila, drop a couple of cubes in the glass, and drink it before the ice can affect the alcohol. I pour myself another, and roll into the bedroom to continue my pity party. I look around at the feminine pink decor, then spot my dress hanging on the closet door. I give the dress a sloppy salute, and down my drink. 'Why oh why did I have to fall in love with Lisa?' I commiserate, 'she's got me all fucked up!' I go back to the kitchen and pour myself a third drink, and swallow it down. I decide I need to talk to Carrie, so I stumble over there bare foot. I knock on the back door and Carrie answers, still in her pajamas.
"Hey Juliette what's up?" She looks into my glassy eyes and says, "Chris? What's wrong? Have you been DRINKING?" She grabs my arm and pulls me into the kitchen. She leads me to the table and sits me down.
"Where's Lisa, did you have a fight?"
"No, she's out buying Howwoween candy for the chids... What's wrong with me Sis?"
Sophie is standing by the sink, biting her lower lip, concern is printed all over her face. "I'll leave you two alone." Carrie holds her thumb and pinkie up to her ear and mouths "call Lisa," and Sophie leaves the kitchen.
"I don't know Chris, why don't you tell me."
"Is this the meaning of happinesh? I should be happy, shouldn't I?"
"You seemed happy yesterday, and this morning, is it the Ball? Are you worried about the Ball?"
"No, cause I look damn good in that dresh... I look like you! Only with bigger titsh!" Carrie let's out a giggle despite herself.
"Ok, it's not the Ball, and it's not Lisa... Is it Nikki?"
"Naw, Nikki likes me, an I like her.I make her feel powerful!"
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Sweetheart. You love Lisa, you love your job, you have good friends here, you should be the happiest guy in the world."
"I'm trading in my truch!" Tears seep down my cheeks as I continue, "I love that truch, don't you memember when I bought it?"
"Yessss, Chris, why are you trading in your truck?"
"Becaush it only seats two, we'll need a bigger car for everyone to ride in! And Lisha loves her Honda!"
"I have the Camry Honey, we can all ride in the Camry."
"We won't fit!" I hold up my hand, and one by one I count off, "You, me, Shophie, Lisha," then I run out of fingers, I think about it for a second, the hold up two more. "And the babies!"
"Babies? Chris, is Lisa PREGNANT?"
"Hell, I don't know, she said something about her period a cuppl weeks ago."
"Oooh Kayyyy, so we need a car for the babies we don't have yet. Why worry about changing now?"
"That's it!" I say, pointing at her.
"What, change?"
"Zactly! Everything's changed! I love a girl who likes me to dresh like a shlut and suck her cock, I live in Chicago next door to you, and Shopies having a baby! I mish the mountains, my job... My freedom, I don't want to change!"
Carrie squeezes my hands sympathetically, "life IS change Baby, it happens to all of us, you just have to learn to accept it... Don't you think I miss Seattle, and Sophie her family? We came here because it was the right thing to do for us... You still have your job, doing the same work as before... Your not lonely anymore, you have a woman who loves you deeply, and you'll ALWAYS have us... You'll be back at work soon, and things will settle down, trust me, I'm the big Sister here... Here, let me get you some coffee... It's not as good as yours, but it will do the trick."
She sits with me, holding my hand until Lisa shows up ten minutes later. Carrie opens the door for her and asks "what's wrong? Is he ok?"
"He'll be fine, he needs a cold shower though... I'll tell you about it later, right now, he just needs your love."
Lisa comes over and wraps an arm around my shoulders. "Come on Baby, let's go home." She helps me to my feet and we go home.
"What the hell was THAT? I haven't seen Chris drunk since..." Sophie says, joining Carrie in the kitchen.
"I'm not sure," Carrie says, still staring at the back door. "He's upset because he thinks he needs to trade in his truck for a bigger car."
"Why? Is Lisa making him do it?"
"No, he's worried about having room for the babies, he wasn't making much sense. I think he's having a hard time adjusting to the radical changes in his life."
"After what he's been through, who could blame him! It's amazing he's not seeing a Shrink five days a week. Who's babies?"
"Ours, and he said Lisa missed her last period... I don't know."
"Is he nervous about tonight?"
Carrie looks at Sophie with a loving smile and say's, "I asked him that, and he said and I quote, "No, cause I look damn good in that dresh... I look like you, Only with bigger titsh!" Carrie says in a deep voice, and it's a pretty good imitation.
Sophie covers her mouth and laughs, "that's actually very sweet, in a weird sort of way."
"I know," Carrie says, "hey, do you still have one of those home pregnancy tests around here?"
"For Lisa?" Carrie nods, "yeah, I found a couple while we were unpacking..."
"What's wrong with him?" Nikki asks, concern written all over her face as we walk in the back door.
"I don't know yet, can you help me get him in the shower?" They strip me down and turn on the cold water, shocking me sober.
"He ain't gonna snap and go crazy on me is he? I don't do crazy!"
Lisa laughs, and says, "please! He didn't snap on Molly, did he? When he gets out of the shower, we'll talk to him, ok?"
"Alright, but he go crazy, I'm Audi 5000!"
I stay in the shower for fifteen minutes, pop a couple of Vicodin for the headache I know is coming, then wrap a towel around my torso, like a woman. Since I'm here, I give myself the closest shave possible and step out into the bedroom.
"You ok now?" Lisa asks in false cheery tone.
"Yeah Goddess, hey, I'm really sorry about this. I'm ok now, I promise."
"Can you tell us what happened Baby? We're pretty worried about you."
I sit on the bed, and Lisa sits next to me. "After you left I was looking at SUV's again, for some reason I started thinking about the future. That led to me thinking about the past, and how much my life has changed since I left California."
"You've been through a lot since moving here."
"Yeah, I kinda freaked out, and had some Tequila."
""How much Tequila?"
"I'm not sure, half a bottle?"
"Have you taken any Vicodin today?"
"Yeah, one before breakfast, and two just now."
I can tell she's getting pissed, but she swallows it and says, "I'm so sorry we weren't here for you."
"It's ok Goddess, Carrie helped me, and I'm fine now, I promise it won't happen again... I'll get dressed, and come steal some candy."
Lisa smiles and says, "not too much, it'll go straight to your ass!"
"But I thought us girls loved chocolate, I know I do!" I say with a wink towards Nikki. They leave me to get dressed, and I hear Lisa say, "I told you he would be ok," as they close the bedroom door. And Nikki's reply, "I think you pushing him too hard."
I put my panties and dress back on, slip into my new MiA Seville platform wedges, and join the girls playing on the computers. Lisa turns to me and smiles. "I see you found some shoes Sweetheart." Nikki looks and nods in approval.
"Yeah, I wanted to show off my toes... Again, I'm very sorry for what happened."
"I'll, no WE'LL let you get away with it once... Once, ok?"
"Message received, Goddess, Mistress."
Nikki includes, "you seem to be a... pretty honest guy, that's good enough for me."
"Thank you Mistress."
I tell Lisa that I've decided the 4Runner was out of the mix, and she say's, "I thought you liked it the best?"
"I did, but after a second look, I saw it only sat five."
"Are you planning on adding another Domme?" Lisa asks in mock anger.
"Oh no! Two of you are more than enough... Carrie and Sophie will be adding another, in nine months."
"That's right, I forgot! You're always planning for the future, aren't you?"
"I try to keep my life as simple as possible." I don't realize the irony in my words until Lisa and Nikki bust out laughing. Lisa gets a call and we hear, "sure, give me ten minutes, and I'll come over." We look at Lisa for an explanation, she tells us that was Carrie, and she wanted Lisa to come over a few minutes early. She leads me to the bedroom and securely pins the blonde human hair wig to my scalp with the locking pins.
"There we go, now the salon will wash, and style your hair. I used the locking pins to hold it tight... Have fun Sexy, I'll see you in a couple hours." She kisses me, and heads over to my sister's. I grab some of my dwindling cash reserves, and make a mental note to check my bank balance later. I grab my new coat and join Nikki in the office.
"You ready to go Mistress?"
She looks up and nods, "you look better as a brunette, Baby," she tells me as she grabs her purse and jacket.
Lisa knocks on Carrie's back door, Sophie answers with a smile and invites her in. "What's up?"
"When Chris was here, he was pretty upset, is he ok now?"
"Yeah, I guess he started thinking about the past, and our future, and mixed Vicodin with Tequila."
"Not a nice combination... He said something about you missing your last period?"
Lisa's defenses pop up, and with a guarded tone says, "yeah, but it's only two weeks late, why?"
"Relax Sweetie, you're part of the family now... We were just wondering if you took a pregnancy test, that's all."
"To be honest, I've been afraid to, I really can't afford to be pregnant now."
"We both know that's not true, at least financially, Chris wouldn't bail on you... And we know he's not shooting blanks."
"I meant school, and trying to reconcile with my parents."
"The sooner you know, easier it will be for US to deal with... If you plan ahead, future problems diminish greatly."
"Funny, Chris said something similar today... I take it you just happen to have a test handy?"
Carrie and Sophie smile and nod, and Sophie hands the test to Lisa. With a quick exhale, she blows a strand of hair out of her face and says, "no time like the present."
"99% Accuracy," Lisa reads as she walks to the guest bathroom. She takes a couple of deep breaths, and takes the test...
We hop into Lisa's Honda because of the tinted windows, and head towards the Beautiful People Salon, in Downers Grove.
"Thank you for coming with me Mistress." I say, turning onto 63rd St.
"You're welcome Baby, I needed a trim anyway... Hey, you mind if I smoke?"
"You smoke?" I ask in surprise.
"I'm trying to quit, I'm down to a few cigarettes a week now... But it's been a pretty stressful weekend, you know?"
"Tell me about it, I guess we have time. Let me pull over I think Lisa would be pissed if you smoked in her car." I pull into a strip mall just West of Cass, and we climb out of the car. Nikki pulls a pack of Misty Menthol's out of her purse and lights one up. "Ah Mistress, can I have one of those?"
"I didn't think you smoked!"
"I quit my freshman year of college, but like you said, it's been a stressful weekend."
She hands me one with a conspiratorial smokers wink, and lights it for me. Wow, what a rush! I have to lean against the car when the wave of dizziness hits me.
"How long has it been? Nikki asks. "Nine, no ten years," I reply, "these things are terrible!" I finish it anyway, and she hands me a couple Tic Tac's. I explain the deaf girl routine to Nikki, and she improvises like a champ, as we continue on to the Salon...
Lisa set's the wand down carefully on the edge of the sink, and washes her hands. She looks around the bathroom as if seeing for the first time. The walls, the ceiling, the light fixture, the vent fan, anywhere but the edge of the sink. With a resigned sigh, Lisa looks down at the Clear Blue Easy Digital wand and reads... Not Pregnant! With a whoop of joy, she picks up the test and runs to the kitchen. "Not Pregnant!" She says with a huge smile. Carrie and Sophie hug her happily, then excuse themselves to grab their things from the bedroom.
"Well that's a relief," Sophie says, out of earshot of Lisa.
"Yeah, it'll make things easier when the time comes."
"You really want to go through with it?" Sophie asks sadly.
"You saw Chris today!" Carrie says with a hiss, "he's our fucking Brother, and he deserves better than that!"
"Calm down Lover, just say the word, and I'll pull the trigger myself... I love him too, remember?"...
Washing, chemicals, more washing, curlers, hot dryer, and one hour and twenty minutes later, my hair is a mass of curls piled up on my head. I have a long strand of curls framing my face, and I'm pretty impressed with the finished product. As my stylist leads me towards the make up department, I tip her fifty. We pause for a commotion coming from the lobby... The place is buzzing and I pat my stylist on the shoulder and in my best Marlee Maitlin voice ask what's going on. And in a typical ignorant way, she tells me in too loud voice, as if volume will help a deaf person hear all the sudden. "The Owner and Vice President have just arrived for a surprise inspection."
We watch as a stunningly beautiful auburn haired beauty power walks through the crowd, heading toward the office. She's followed by two gorgeous young ladies, one who looks like a Kardashian, and they leave a wake of confused stylists behind them.
I'm seated in the make up chair waiting for my Artist when two Downers Grove cops walk in and head straight for the office. My Artist's name is Connie and she's reading the note Lisa wrote instructing her on what look I desired when the cops emerge from the office, with a middle aged woman handcuffed between them. Connie and I watch with interest, as they perp walk the woman out to their squad, and drive away.
"Who was that?" I ask in my Marlee Maitlin voice. "Mrs Cantrell, our Manager, or former Manager I guess. As Connie starts my make up one of the attractive entourage interrupts us with a polite "excuse me, my name is Amanda Swallows, Vice President of Madison Enterprises," she pauses because I'm staring at he. I can't help myself, she's a knock out! I can see she's getting a little flustered but Connie rides to the rescue and tells her I'm deaf, and probably reading her sexy lips. She relaxes visibly, and smiles warmly.
"On behalf of Madison Enterprises," Amanda continues, "we would like to apologize for what you witnessed here today. For your inconvenience, all of today's services are on us." She smiles again and hands me a fifty percent off coupon on all purchases made in the gift store. "Thank you, this is very generous of you," Marlee replies.
The other hottie walks up to Amanda and she turns around so I can't read her lips. I overhear, "we have to hurry, Mistress wants to be back in Vegas in time for her annual Halloween party in the dungeon."
"Damn, I hate wearing that damn Maid's dress, and serving those Assholes, they're always grabbing my ass!"
"And since I've been promoted I get to wear my sexy Devil's costume, Princess!"
"Bitch!"
"That's Goddess Bitch to you!"
I doubt Connie heard her, because she off getting something. Amanda and the other hottie circulate through the customers quickly, then disappear into the office.
Connie starts by airbrushing foundation on my face and neck, then uses a powder to seal it. As she's working she says, "so you're going to a fancy ball tonight huh?" I nod and she continues, "I bet your dress is gorgeous."
I show her a picture on my phone and she gushes over it.
False lashes, liner, mascara, shadows, blush, lip liner, and thick red lipstick completes the job, and Connie hands me my invoice with a smile, "knock em dead, Cinderella." I smile and tip her fifty.
I meet Nikki in the waiting room, she's had her hair trimmed two inches, and maroon streaks dyed in it. "Well hello Gorgeous!" She says loudly, and in a lower tone, "did you see that woman get arrested? That was some crazy ghetto shit!"
"Yeah, she was the manager, but I don't think they give out two hundred dollars worth the services for free, or half off coupons."
"True Dat! Hey, you should take advantage of that coupon and buy your make up here, Madison cosmetics is high end shit, and you won't find it cheaper anywhere else."
"Is that an order, Mistress?" I say with a grin.
"True Dat!" We're giggling as we enter the glass walled shop, Nikki chooses a brush set, eyeshadow palette, eye liners, lip liners, four lipsticks, foundation, pressed powder, and two blushes "this is just to start your collection". "What about you?" I ask her softly.
"I tole you I can't afford this kind of stuff."
"But Molly can, and I don't have to pay for hair or the make over." I say with a warm smile. Nikki gets a very serious look on her face and says, "can I axe you a personal question?"
"Of course, you're my Mistress."
"No, this is Nikki axing Chris, as a friend... Are you rich? You throw money around like it's nothing, an I know that dress and those tits were expensive."
I look at her for a moment, not sure how much I should tell her, I figure out my answer and say, "rich? I'm not a millionaire," (well actually I am, and so is Carrie, thanks to Grandpa, but that's a story for a later date.) but I make six figures, and my Grandpa left me some money when he died... Molly paid for the tits, and I used part of the ten g's to pay for the dress... So the bottom line here is, I can afford to by my friend some make up, or boots, ok Nikki?"
"Are you sure? Cause I gotta say I'm not very comfortable taking anyone's money... Makes me feel like a Ho... I ain't no Ho!"
"Trust me, thinking you were a Ho never crossed my mind. I have no mortgage, no car payment, and my credit cards are all paid off... This make up might set me back four hours pay, if that."
Nikki starts to reach out for a hug, but I step back and point to my hair. We bust out laughing, and we pick up make up for Lisa too. We're half way home when I curse.
"What is it Baby?"
"I should have got some make up for the girls," I say with another curse.
"You always thinking about them, ain't you?"
"Yeah, it's the cross I bear... Carrie's gonna be pissed, she loves this Madison stuff, and when she finds out I got it for half off..."
"Chill Love, she can have my coupon, I ain't gonna use it."
"Cool! Thanks Mistress, you just saved me another spanking with a wooden spoon!"
"Woah, you into kinky shit with yo SISTAH? Dat fucked up!"
"What? Nooo," I say with a belly laugh, and tell her the story. Nikki laughs with me and says, "I really like her, she a bad ass!"
I get serious again, "Nikki, can I ask YOU a personal question now?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Please don't get mad, I really don't mean offense,"
"Ok,"
"Your planning on a career in front of a camera, right?"
"Yeeesss, what of it?"
"Well, I notice you slip into... Slang from time to time when you talk... I was wondering if you thought that might be a detriment in auditions?"
Nikki looks ashamed, and it breaks my heart. "Yes, I've thought about it, but I can't afford a speech Coach." She looks away from me, and her hand goes up to her mouth. I can tell she's weeping, so I place my hand on her knee in support.
"How much do they charge?" I ask softly.
"A good one? About six thousand dollars for six months instruction."
"Alright... Let me lend you the money, you can pay me back when you land your first job."
"Why you wanna do that? You don't know me! How you know I'll pay you back?" Her anger surprises me, apparently I found a tender spot.
"Because I had a lot of help in college and I promised them I would pay it forward." I lie, not knowing what to say.
"What that mean?"
"That means I promised the people who helped me that I would repay them by helping someone else."
"And did you help someone?"
"Yes, I found out that one of the summer interns at work couldn't afford to return to school, so I arranged for Argonne to sponsor the young man in exchange for a five year contract."
"They paid for his education? And you arranged it?"
"Yes, and yes... That young man still works there six years later, and was promoted into my old position... I talk to him weekly."
"I don't understand you, you know that?"
"Sometimes I don't understand myself... So will you let me help you succeed in your career?"
"I have to think about it... How you know I won't spend the money on something else?"
"The fact that you asked that question, and didn't jump on the offer tells me I can trust you... But if it makes you feel better, you can have the Coach send me the bill, that way you don't have to touch the money."
"I'll let you know before I leave."
We get home just after four, the girls aren't back yet and I wonder where they had to go that's taking so long. I make Nikki and I a couple of turkey and leftover bacon sandwiches and we sit there getting to know each other better.
I tell her about my Parents, Grandparents, and my college years. I skip the dating Sophie part for some reason, I already look like a wimp to her, the last thing she needs to know is I lost my first love to my sister.
She asks why Carrie and I don't seem to have any inhibitions around each other, and I tell her about the Nudist camps, and college years.
"So you see, Carrie has no inhibitions when it comes to her body, and I've kinda gotten used to it over the years."
"You live in one crazy world, Baby."
"Welcome to it Mistress."
Lisa walks in and floors us, she's sporting a full Goatee, Sideburns, and a very unladylike like pony tail braid... She even has bushy eyebrows, if it wasn't for her delicate features, and sexy lips, I'm not sure I'd recognize her.
"Dayum Girl! You look like Dat actor on Dat show... You know, the Blond guy!" I look at her, she looks at me, and neither of us has a clue about who's she's talking about.
"That hot dude who played Joker in that Batman show!"
"Jack Nicholas? Cesar Romero?" I guess, totally bewildered.
"You just shut up now or I'm gonna bitch slap yo ass! You know who I'm talkin bout Lisa, he just died a little while ago!"
"You think I look like Heath Ledger?" Lisa says with a laugh.
"Yeah, well kinda, if you had a bigger face." I am squeezing my lips as tight as possible so I don't bust out laughing. My shoulders are shaking, but not a sound leaves my mouth.
Lisa turns to me and asks, "do I look like Heath Ledger to you?"
I shrug my shoulders, while tilting my head up and to the side, keeping my lips sealed. Lisa examines my hair and make up and say's "you look absolutely ravishing Love."
I bow my head in thanks, and point at her and give her two thumbs up. When Lisa finally figures out what I'm doing she smirks and says, "Mistress, please allow our Pet to speak, He'll be awfully boring tonight if he remains silent all night."
"Oh that's right, he takes everything so literally, you can speak Baby."
"Thank you Mistress, you look very handsome Goddess, in a bad ass biker kind of way."
"Wait til you see the others... I so love what they did with your hair, yours too Nik, was it expensive?"
Nikki and I smile at each other, then Nikki and I tell her what happened at the Salon.
"And I happen to know Susan Madison is a Dominatrix!" I conclude with a smug smile.
Lisa and Nikki squeal when I tell them what I overheard, and I think to myself, so this is girl talk. "So you have your own make up now?"
"Yes Goddess, we bought you a few things as well, Mistress ordered me to take advantage of the discount coupon."
"Thank you Nikki, I hope you took advantage as well."
"Hell yeah, our Baby wouldn't take no for an answer, I'm thinking about punishing her for her disobedience, but, it IS make up, and the good stuff too, what you think?"
Lisa puts her fingers to her lips, "hmm, disobedience is not to be tolerated... But... It was for us, and not for herself, tough call... Tell you what, if she dances with me tonight, I might find it in my heart to forgive her... Is that ok with you?"
"I can live with Dat... You better dance real good Julie."
"What time is the Limo picking us up?" Lisa asks.
"Six thirty Goddess." Lisa looks at the clock, "ok, it's almost five, time to get dressed Baby."
We go into the bedroom and Lisa lays out my nude seamed stockings, six clip lace garter belt, then starts setting out jewelry. I, carefully stripping off my dress, being extra careful with my hair.
"I suggest you use the bathroom now, once your dressed it'll be a pain in the ass." Lisa says, stripping out of her street clothes. I take her suggestion, and I'm glad she suggest it, because of the sandwich. I wash my hands and return to see Lisa has dressed in a white sports bra to flatten her chest, white man's t-shirt, and white men's boxer briefs. She seems pleased with her bulge, and I smile knowingly.
"Alright Julie, come here and drop drawers." I lower my undies, and Nikki fastens the garter belt around my waist. She slides the panties up over the straps, and tucks my cock in securely. Lisa rolls my stockings on because of her short nails, and makes sure the seams are straight.
"You ready for your dress Gorgeous?" Lisa asks seductively, and I swallow my lump and nod. Lisa turns me to make sure I can't see the full length mirror on the closet door, and folds the dress on the floor for me to step into. My hands are shaking as I carefully step into the center of the dress, and wait until Lisa and Nikki slide it up my torso, and over my breasts. "Ah Goddess, I think we have a problem here." I say in a shaky tone.
"WHAT KIND of a problem Julie?" Lisa asks in a tone that tells me I better not be joking.
"The ah, the dress must have shrunk, it's a tighter than it was last Saturday, and you haven't zipped it yet."
"Where is it tighter?"
"Ah, everywhere, but especially in my abs."
"Let me see!" Lisa walks around me, then stops behind me to try to zip it up. Not gonna happen!
"Nikki, can you please use Julie's phone and text Carrie and ask her if she could come over here? Tell her it's an emergency... YOU, how much did you weigh last week?"
"I don't know for sure, but I usually stay within two pounds of one fifty."
"Ok, we're going to get you out of the dress, and then I want you in the bathroom and on the scale... If you ruin your stockings I'll fucking beat you, understand?" I carefully step back out of the dress, and slip into my moccasin slippers to protect my stockings. Lisa follows me into the bathroom and onto the scale. I close my eyes and curse when I see, one hundred and sixty four pounds.
"You... Gained... Fourteen... Pounds... In... One... Week? How is that fucking possible?"
"Goddess, I told Monica the dress was snug last week at the fitting, she told me it was supposed to be. I don't think I put on fourteen pounds in a week, seven, maybe eight, max!"
"Carrie be right here, hey, how long he be in that wheelchair?" Nikki say's, stepping back into the room.
"Three weeks or so," I reply.
"The same for the Vicodin?"
"Yes Mistress."
"There's the problem, the drugs are causing water retention, an he be immobile and not getting any exercise, it ain't all his fault Sugar."
Before Lisa can reply Carrie and Sophie step into the room. Carrie has a full Kiefer Sutherland Lost Boys beard and hairstyle, it appears she has cut her beautiful long hair to her shoulders. Sophie is sporting a Johnny Depp Jack Sparrow look, and it actually looks pretty cool on her. They're both wearing Hugo Boss Tuxedo's, Carrie has a Royal blue tie and Cummerbund, and Sophie's is Scarlet red, keeping with the Pirate look.
"What's the emergency? Did he hurt his knee?" Carrie asks.
"No, she gained fourteen pounds, now she's too fat to fit in the dress!" Lisa fumes.
"Jesus Christ Chris! Fourteen pounds! I bet you sat around stuffing your face with the twins all week, didn't you?"
"Can we please all calm down here?" I say loudly, "like I told Lisa, when I went for my final fitting, the dress felt too tight, I told Monica that, and she told me it was supposed to be... Now I don't believe she lied to me, but I also believe I'm not all to blame either!" I continue, "Perhaps Nikki is right, and the Vicodin is causing my body to retain fluids, and maybe my bum knee has kept me off my feet, but none of that matters now, I'll just have to find something else to wear tonight."
Lisa is staring daggers, Carrie is trying to think of something to say, Sophie and Nikki are looking at me in sympathy. Carrie taps Sophie on the shoulder, and beckons her into the bedroom.
In a minute we hear, "NO!" Come from Sophie, followed by "All she has are clubbing dresses, Lover, she can't wear those shoes all night without her brace... Please? Do it for me?"
The three of us are staring at the closed door, wondering what the hell is going on, when Sophie opens it, and asks Lisa to join them. Nikki and I look at each other, feeling left out when Lisa calls for Nikki to join them. Fucking women! I fume, and plop my ass on the toilet. Ten minutes elapse before I hear, "Juliette, would you please come join us?" Lisa's voice is calm, warm, and I suddenly feel the need to pee very badly.
"One moment Goddess, I'm on the toilet." I lower my panties, careful not to snag my stockings, and actually sit down to pee for the first time since childhood.
Lisa looks in and actually smiles when she see's me squatting to piss. "Very good Juliette, can I expect you to pee like a that from this moment on?"
Damn it! You have got to be kidding me! "Yes Goddess, I'll be happy to sit down to urinate from now on."
"Wonderful! Now if you would please join us as soon as your done, we think we have come up with a solution to our little problem."
Why do feel the need to pee again? I wash and step out into the smiling faces of two women, and a scowling Sophie, Nikki's is neutral.
"I still think this is wrong! He's in..."
"She," corrects Lisa.
"HE is in enough pain with his knee, and you want to further his discomfort by restricting his breathing? He'll have to sit down at some point, and that's next to impossible in that!"
"Lover, may I have a word with you in the kitchen?" Carrie says in a soft, but no nonsense tone. As they step out of the bedroom I look at Lisa and Nikki with a panicked expression.
"Don't look at me Sugar, I got nothing to do wit it." Nikki says, holding up her hands.
"Gee thanks, Sugar!" Lisa says sarcastically, then turning to me, she continues, "calm down Sweetheart, a corset isn't that bad, and it's only for a few hours."
A corset? What the fuck is a corset? I think before saying, "somehow I'm not feeling reassured here Goddess... My sister and Sophie are fighting over it, over me! And that's never happened before!"
Lisa eyes narrow dangerously, but before she can respond, Carrie's raised voice is heard saying. "Listen Sophie! He wouldn't need the damn thing if he didn't hang around stuffing his face with your brother's! I bet they went through three cases of beer... In four days! Now I say he wears it, and more importantly, Lisa says he wears it... He wears it, end of discussion!" Sophie's retort is too quiet to hear, but after a moment, my back door slams shut.
Carrie storms into the bedroom and right up in my face, "YOU! Look what you've done now! I aught to kick your balls up into your throat! God I am so pissed off at you right now!"
"What the fuck did I do! Don't you dare come into MY house and get pissy with me! Did you," I poke her in the chest, then point at Lisa and continue, "Or YOU even think to just ask me to wear it? Nooooo you plot and plan and sneak behind my back, then get pissed off when your stupid plotting falls apart! NEXT TIME STOP PLAYING FUCKING GAMES AND TALK TO ME!" I'm roaring now, and Carrie actually takes a defensive step back.
"Now, get this fucking thing on me, zip this fucking dress up, and let me go fix things with Sophie! One more thing," I say, staring at Lisa, "if I do this, Juliette is done... FOR THE YEAR! If this is what it's like to be one of the girls, I want no fucking part of it!"
Lisa is glaring at me, about to lay into me, but Carries subtle shake of the head warns her off, so they wrap the damn black and red satin corset around me, and Lisa does her damnedest to crack my ribs while lacing it up. The thing seems to have a hundred little hooks and wraps my torso from just above my groin, to just below my breasts. It really is a deceptively beautiful torture device. While Lisa dresses in her Tux, Carrie and Nikki finish dressing me. They help me into my shoes, and I walk out the door, stiff as a board, barely able to breathe. I walk next door and knock, Sophie doesn't answer, so I walk in and I find her lying in bed crying her eyes out.
I carefully sit on the edge of the bed and rub her back, while making soothing sounds. "Hey Sweetheart, I just wanted to say thank you for looking out for me. It took a lot of guts to stand up to Carrie like that, and I want you to know, you gave me the courage to stand up to them as well."
Sophie rolls over and looks at me, tears still flowing. I reach out and grab some tissues, and hand them to her. She wipes her eyes and looks at me wearing the dress and says, "yeah, I see you did a real good job of standing up to them! You're wearing it, I can tell by how straight you're sitting! What happened to you? You used to be in control of everything! I always thought I could rely on you to be the rock Carrie and I needed to keep us anchored... Now... Well look at you!"
"Soph, hold on..."
While I'm talking to Sophie, Nikki tells Lisa, "this is too crazy, I'm out of here!"
"What? Why Baby? I don't understand?"
"I tole you not to push him too far or he snap! I tole you that! I'm gone, I don't need this shit!"...
"NO, you listen to me for once! I'm not talking about the dress or the make up Chris, You were drunk this morning! Drunk! When was the last time you started drinking before noon, hell, when was the last time you got drunk?"
"I think you know the answer to that! Please, let me explain!"...
"Nikki, calm down, my brother hasn't snapped, he's just blowing off some steam because we didn't ask him about the corset, he'll be fine, and have Sophie with him in a few minutes, you'll see..."
"MANNERS JULIETTE!" My mouth slams shut, and I'm about to say "yes, Miss Sophie," but she cuts me off.
"You see! Lisa's turning you into a Puppet! "Yes Goddess, I'm sorry Goddess, please shove that cock in my mouth Goddess!" Why are you letting this happen to you?"
"Did you ever stop and think about my happiness while you and Carrie jet set around the world, partying? While I stay home and work my ass off, lonely and depressed? Let's be honest here Soph, you and Carrie use me just as much as Lisa does, and guess what? I don't care! I like it! How fucked up is that?"
"Chris..."
"MANNERS MISS SOPHIE!" Sophie actually giggles and say's "sorry, go ahead..."
"You gonna let me use your car? Or do I have to take the train home?" Nikki asks Lisa, ignoring Carrie...
"I did some reflecting about my life this morning, and I realized that making you happy, and making Carrie happy, AND now Lisa, is what makes ME happy! I hate to say this, but Molly was right about one thing."
"That your a slave at heart?"...
"I wish you would stay, if you stay, I promise I'll back off a bit with Chris... Please."...
"No, well sort of, but not in the way you're thinking... She showed me that you and Carrie treat me like a cuckold."
"Chris, that's not true!"
"Soph, it's ok, really. But think about it, our relationship is a perfect example of the text book definition of the word. At least with Lisa I get laid... A lot..."
"I can't, I love you, you my best friend, but I can't sit here and watch you play him like that, he don't deserve it."...
"You say your happy, you most certainly weren't happy this morning!"
"Even I have limits my Love. The stress of everything that's happened since September finally caught up with me, and I lost it for a for a little while... Now what do you say we go join my other handsome escorts and take me to the Ball." I stand up and take her hand, she climbs out of bed and kisses me on the lips...
"Ok Baby, I understand," Lisa says, weeping softly, "go ahead and take my car, I'll have Chris drive me down to pick it up tomorrow..."
Facial hair, ew! She washes her face, and I help her into her jacket, her breasts are still quite noticeable, but really, who cares? I take her arm and we walk back to my place the front way, arm in arm like two old lovers. We watch Nikki pull out of my garage, and drive off in Lisa's car.
"Alright guys, we really need to get going here!" I shout out from the foyer. Lisa and Carrie stomp out of the rear of the house, anger on each of their faces. I can tell Lisa's been crying, and Carrie looks like she's on the verge herself. Sophie runs into Carrie's arms, kissing and apologizing to her in rushed words, meanwhile Lisa just stares daggers at me. I hold the stare for a moment, then look at my empty wrist... Damn no watch.
"Your jewelry is sitting on the vanity where you left it Juliette." Lisa says coolly.
"Thank you Goddess, will you please give me a hand?" I hold my hand out in a peace offering, and she reluctantly takes it and leads me to the bedroom while the girls kiss and make up.
"Have a seat, you're too tall in those shoes," Lisa says frostily. She quickly changes my hoop earrings for a sparkly pair of drops, and small studs.
"Listen Goddess, I know you're pissed, and we have a lot to talk about, but let's worry about that tomorrow, and at least pretend to have fun tonight."
"So your in charge now I see," her tone is dripping with contempt, and very acidic.
"No Goddess, you are, you always are, and always will be... Look, I'm trying to call a truce here, I know some of the things I said were out of line, but can we just not worry about it tonight? Where did Nikki go?"
"She left because of you! Are you happy now?" Lisa jams rings on all of my fingers as she snarls.
"No, but it seems I never am," I mutter, thinking of Sophie.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"Doesn't matter, are we ready?" I grab my purse and go lock the back door. Lisa's in the foyer with the girls, and we go get in Carrie's Camry for the ride to the train depot. Surprisingly, there are quite a few cars parked in the commuter lot. I guess some people must have taken the train into the city for a night's entertainment. Carrie and Sophie are in the back, talking softly, and Lisa's driving because of my dress and heels. I try to start a conversation with her a couple of times, but she ignores me, and remains quiet.
By now I'm really starting to get pissed myself, and when Carrie and Sophie try to talk to me I ignore them. The Limo isn't here yet, and despite the chilly evening breeze, I climb out of the car for some fresh air. I step away from the car to look at picturesque Main Street, and my solitude is broken up by an argument between Lisa and Carrie. Instead of going and playing peacemaker, I walk farther away from the car.
After a moment, I hear, "you should be wearing a fur coat with that dress." Sophie steps up next to me, and continues, "it's very pretty."
"The dress? I know."
"No, the town... It's like Bedford Falls in It's a Wonderful Life... The dress is hideous! You should burn it." Sophie smiles at me, to show she's joking, then says, "what are we going to do with those two?"
"What are they arguing about?" I ask, confused as to why they would fight with each other.
"I'm sorry Chris, but I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because I promised your sister I wouldn't!"
"Fair enough," I can't be mad at her for that, after all she did keep her promise to me. "In that case, I say leave them here, we can go to the Ball ourselves, dance the night away, then fly off to Aruba and make mad, passionate love."
"Tempting... You are quite sexy in that dress... Seriously Chris, if we don't intervene, I'm afraid there will be blood spilled."
*Sigh* "I guess it's all up to me again, even though I don't know why they're fighting."
"It's what you do best." I walk up to the car and open Carrie's door. A cold gust of air cuts her off mid syllable, and I say, "Sis, can I have a word with Lisa please?"
"It's my fucking car, I'm not standing out in the fucking cold!"
I want to shout, "you have a fucking t-shirt, a fucking dress shirt, and a fucking jacket on, and I'm wearing a strapless fucking gown with half my tits hanging out!" But I don't... Instead I say, "Goddess, may I please have a word with you?"
"Fine!" She climbs out of the car and slams the door, 'BANG!' drawing the eyes of some passerby's. I wave to them and smile, and put my arm through Lisa's to walk away from the car.
"Ok Goddess, what will it take for everyone to stop fighting, and patch things up?"
"Oh, now you care about what I want! You sure as shit didn't at home, or when you ran to kiss your precious Sophie's ass!"
"That's not fair! Sophie has nothing to do with this!"
"Fair? Who the fuck said anything about fair? I'm the Dominant, I say what's fair, not you!"
"Now you sound just like Molly!"
"Take that back! I can't believe you just said that!"
Before I can reply, a long black limo pulls into the lot. Carrie get's out of her car, and joins Sophie, they start to head toward the limo, but my "Hold on a sec!" Stops them, they turn to look at me, but I'm already walking toward the limo as fast as I can in my form fitting dress.
Lisa calls out, "where are you going, we're not done yet!" I hold up my hand to wave back at her. I talk to the Driver, pay for the service, and tip him fifty bucks. He gets back in the car, and slowly pulls away, talking on his cell.
"Why did you do that?" Carrie says angrily. By now all three have joined me over by where the limo was.
"Because you two can't stop behaving like children! You want to go, go? Take your "fucking" car and go! Me, I'm walking over to that Starbucks, buying the largest, hottest drink they have because I'm freezing my tits off! Then I'm taking a Cab home, and finishing off that bottle of Tequila... Fuck it, I'll have the Cabbie stop, and buy a second bottle, because one isn't enough to deal with you two!" I walk away, leaving the three of them watching my wiggling ass. I step into Starbucks and play the deaf role, I order a Grande Caffe' Misto in a to go cup, and have a seat to call a cab. A young guy in a Vampire costume slithers over and says, "hey, nice dress, are you a Disney Princess?"
I point at my ears and do my fake sign language. "Oh, ok, can you read lips?" I nod and he continues, "I'm going to a party and was wondering if you'd like to come?"
"Stop hitting on my MAN, Dude!" Lisa says in a loud voice from the front door."
The guy looks at my make up, then my cleavage, and say's "No way!"
Before I can say "Fraid so," Lisa twists the dagger.
"Look at his Adam's apple, it's bigger than your dick!" The place falls silent, and Twilight turns beet red and beats a hasty retreat.
"Was that really necessary?" I ask in a low tone.
"Shut up! I haven't even started with you yet! Go get me one of those, Bitch, and this time speak to the Clerk." I go and order the coffee, and the Manager walks over.
"I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." He says is a stern tone.
"I apologize for my Dominatrix, I'm afraid it's her time of the month, we'll leave quietly." Of course the whole place hears my half of the conversation... On purpose.
I walk over to a very angry Lisa, pick up my coffee and my purse, and say sweetly, "coming Goddess?" And walk out without a backward glance. I see Carrie's car is still in the lot, but make no move toward it. I set my coffee on a mailbox, and dig my phone out of my purse.
Lisa snatches the coffee off the mailbox, and my phone rings, I answer Carrie's call with silence.
"Well, are you two coming or not?" Carrie asks in exasperation.
"No, you two go and have a good time." I hang up before she can answer, and watch her angrily accelerate out of the lot.
"Nice going, Douchebag!" Lisa snarls, but I ignore her and call a cab. "Do you want one too, or can you behave until we get home?" I ask her. The cab takes fifteen long, cold minutes to show up, and another fifteen to get across town. I pay the driver and hurry into the house before anyone see's me, not that I really care anymore.
Lisa walks past me and right to the bedroom, slamming both the front and bedroom doors. I wince, and with a sigh, walk to the guest bath to get out of this damn corset. I manage to get my dress unzipped somehow with my nails, slither out of it, and let it drop to the floor. I step out of it, then my heels, and reach behind me to untie the corset. She fucking tied the laces in knots! The damn thing is too constrictive to spin around and I can't undo the knots behind my back, so I work on removing my wig. "What a shame," I say to myself in the mirror, as I ruin my beautiful hair style, trying to get the pins to unlock. I briefly consider trying to remove the nails, but 1) they're so damn sexy, and 2) I don't know how without destroying my own.
I finally get the wig off, and drape it carefully on the shower head. I hear Lisa walk by and head upstairs, then come back down a couple of minutes later.
"Where are you?" She calls out, walking back to look in the office.
"In here Goddess," I call out as I remove my earrings and add them to the pile of jewelry I set on the back of the toilet. She opens the door and locks eyes with mine in the mirror. I notice she's back in her jeans, sweatshirt, and beardless.
We stare at each other a moment, and she glances down at my dress. "You just gonna leave that laying there?" She asks in a semi reasonable tone.
"No Goddess," I reply and turn away from the mirror to pick it up. I have to bend at the waist because of the corset and my knee brace, Lisa steps in behind me and plants her foot on my ass, giving me a hard shove.
The top of my head cracks against a ceramic shower tile, knocking me senseless. I fall to my knees, half in half out of the tub, and she wretches my arms behind my back with a pair of handcuffs. I groan incoherently, and flop like a fish out of water, Lisa grabs my hair and yanks my head back. She rams the penis gag in my mouth so hard, it splits my lip, and fastens the straps behind my head tightly.
She takes a step back, scoops the dress up, hangs it on a robe hook, the sits on the toilet, breathing hard. I come to my senses, head in the tub, legs out, and make muted mmph noises. Lisa sits there for a minute, then grabs the chain between the cuffs, and my hair and drags me to my feet. Lisa force marches me down into my basement and bends me over my old college foot locker. She pulls a boot lace from out of her back pocket and wraps it around my neck a couple of times, and ties the ends to the D ring handle on the foot locker. Even without the boot lace I wouldn't have been able to bend my back enough to leverage myself to my feet, because of the corset and cuffs, but now I can't even roll off to the side without strangling myself.
While this is happening to me, Carrie and Sophie are stepping into the Ballroom at the Hyatt Regency, O'Hare. There are men dressed as women, women dressed as men, and everyone is either wearing a Tuxedo, or Evening Gown. They each take a glass of Champagne, and observe the crowd...
Lisa walks upstairs, the returns carrying a blanket, and our toy bag. She drops the toy bag in front of my face with a *plop* and drags a Satellite Wicker Chair over in front of me. It must have come from her apartment, because I don't recognize it. Lisa plops down in the chair and say's, "hi Sweetheart, how was your day?" in a loving Housewife tone.
"Murrr murr mfff!"
"Oh I know, that Carrie can be such a Bitch sometimes!"
"Hrumph, mfff mugggg."
"Aw Sweetie, you don't have to thank me, I'm doing this is for you! You wanted Molly, well once again I'll grant your wish."...
Carrie and Sophie are standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching the dancers when Sophie say's, "don't look, but we're being watched... Nine o'clock." through a smile plastered on her face.
"Molly?" Carrie mumbles as she raises her glass to her lips.
"Oh yeah," Sophie says, looking to her right. "Looks like she cut her hair short and dyed it white."
"Do you see the Sister?" Carrie says, smiling and nodding at two men in flowing Gowns.
"Not sure, hard to tell, she's in a group of people..."
"Are you sure they're not here?" Mandy asks Molly, standing back to back, scanning the crowd for my dress.
"I told you, I spotted the sister, and her lover, but not them!" Says a frustrated Molly.
"Maybe they bought a new dress, or something."
"No fucking way! You didn't see him in that dress, besides, it's only been a week!"
"Well, wadda ya want to do? Grab the sister on the way out?"
"No! I told you, this is a surveillance run only! If they haven't shown up in thirty minutes, we try something else..."
Lisa reaches slowly into the toy bag and pulls out a bundle of rope, and the Humbler. She stands up and walks around me, and pulls my panties off, once that's done, she ties my ankles together, and reaches between my thighs to caress my balls for a minute before jerking them back and locking them in the Humbler. She sits back down and studies my battered face. I have a trickle of blood matting my hair from a cut on the top of my head, and blood dripping from my split lip.
"I tried, I really did," she says calmly, "I told you I preferred seduction to brute force, and you had me believing it was enough." Lisa stands up to pace around me, and continues in a pleading tone, "I TOLD YOU I WANTED YOU PRETTY! Not all beat up and broken! Why? Why do you have to defy me?"
Lisa sits back down and takes a deep breath, "I knew it would come down to this, I knew I'd have to prove to you that I own you... I didn't want to Baby, and for a little while you were doing soooo good! You made me so proud with your manners, and behavior, then today you just snapped!" Lisa snaps her finger loudly, startling me, she continues, "now, I'm going to remove the gag so we can try and figure out what happened today, ok?"
Lisa releases the gag and unties the lace around my throat, the cuffs, corset, Humbler, and Ankle bindings are more than enough to keep me immobile. I spit the gag and all of the phlegm out, and whisper "water please Goddess."
Lisa runs upstairs and grabs a couple of bottles of water, when she returns, she completely throws me for a loop by saying, "we should put a fridge down here, you know, for when we throw parties... By the way, what are we going to do with this space, it's so open!" She shrugs and squat's to let me drink from the bottle. I spit out the first mouthful and take a deep pull, causing me to cough roughly.
"Take it easy, that's enough," Lisa says kindly, putting the bottle down behind her, out of the way.
"Goddess, this is very uncomfortable, and I'm very cold, may I please sit up?"
"No, I don't think so," She say's, but she covers me with the blanket. "Now, we need to talk about what happened today, one minute we're eating breakfast, and having a good time, the next I get a call to come get my drunk bitch! Why?"
"Sophie called me a drunk bitch?"
"Don't try that shit, I'm really not in the mood for cute! Answer the fucking question!"
"I was taking another look at the new cars," I say with a resigned voice, "and had a vision."
"A vision? What the fuck is "a vision"?" Lisa asks perplexed.
"I was thinking about the future and I saw myself standing by the driver's door of a white SUV, smiling and saying "hurry up, we don't want to miss it!"
"Miss what?"
"I have no idea, anyway Carrie is strapping a baby carrier in the back seat, while Sophie holds a dark haired baby."
"So? You know she's pregnant, in fact, I believe you helped!"
"Please, let me finish... I was calling out to YOU, not them...You and the blonde baby you were carrying."
Lisa rocks back on her heels, surprised, "was it a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know, but anyway, Goddess, could you please at least loosen the corset, I'm really having a hard time breathing here."
"God, you are such a baby! Back in the day women wore corsets all fucking day without complaining!"
"That maybe true, but I bet they didn't spend their time hands bound behind their back, bent over a foot locker with their balls in a vice, trying to hold a conversation with their Master either."
"Oh fine, I'll loosen it a bit! But you better get used to it, you'll be wearing one for a long long time!" Lisa stands and pulls the blanket back, she unties the knots, and lets the corset out about a half an inch before tying the knots again. All the while muttering, "I gave you a fucking blanket you ungrateful bitch!"
That's when I really start to question my sanity, and hers...
"Well it's obvious they're either not here, or wearing disguises I know, that fat one over there, he kinda looks like YOU! I bet that's Chris in disguise!" Mandy says in a very bored tone, you see dear readers, she's a girl of action! All this planning and plotting is bullshit! She's itching to get her hands on Chris, and try some of the torture techniques she's studied this past week!
"One more smart assed crack like that, and you can kiss that money good bye!" Molly says with a hiss, "Let's go, I have an idea!"
Carrie watches Molly leave with a thin, dark haired "man" from the dance floor. The girls are dancing a slow dance, and Carrie says to Sophie, "they're leaving."
"Should we follow them?" Sophie asks in alarm.
"No, by the time we get to the car, they'll be long gone... We'll just make sure Chris is ok when we get home."
"And if he's not?"
"We call the bitch and tell her we'll go to the police if she doesn't return him unharmed... It's all we have, for now."...
Lisa settles back into her chair, and says, "so the thought of you and I getting married and having kids drove you to the bottle?" Her tone is pure hurt, and despite my predicament, my heart goes out to her.
"Noooo! Goddess, that's what made me eliminate the 4Runner! I started thinking about college, then Idaho, then everything's that happened here, and I just lost it!"
"I guess I can kind of understand that, but that doesn't explain your behavior after you sobered up!"
"I was tired Goddess, tired of the fighting, tired of you all plotting behind my back, and tired of being treated like a one of the girls one minute, then a submissive the next... We were starting to run out of time, so I said a few things I deeply regret."
"You know what Chris," Lisa says in a fit of anger, "I'm always going to plot, and plan, and not tell you until I'm ready... That's how I control you! I told you three times now, I prefer seduction and coercion over pain and force!"
"I.. I understand Goddess," I mumble softly.
"And what the fuck happened at the train station? The only thing that stopped me from beating your ass was our costumes! I didn't want some calling the cops and reporting some guy was beating his girlfriend!"
I needed some air, have you ever sat in a car wearing a corset and tight dress?"
"No... Because I never needed a corset! I never got too fat for my dress, Lardo!"
"Ok then, Miss Perfect, we can't all be as good as you!" Lisa shoots her foot out, connecting with my split lip, causing it to gush blood. She grabs her riding crop and steps behind my back.
"*thwap* thwap* FOR *thwap* CUTE! *thwap thwap thwap*
God, the pain is incredible! My entire ass and scrotum feel like a Fourth of July sparkler. Fiery sensations shoot up my spine, and I can't hold the scream in. Somewhere in my mind, I'm thankful we're in the basement, and doubt the neighbors can hear me. Lisa throws the crop into the bag and starts pacing, "God Damn you Chris! I fucking hate you for making me do this to you!" She squat's next to my head and yanks my hair back so hard, something pops in my neck.
"Why do you do this to me? Aren't I pretty enough for you? Sexy enough for you? Why do I find myself having to beat, and kick, and SCREAM, to get you to see things my way?"
"Maybe I'm just not a submissive," I mumble.
"What? You've been dominated your whole life by your sister! Of course your a submissive, MY submissive!"
"You really mean slave... Go on, say it! And your wrong about Carrie, she's no fucking Domme!"
Lisa snickers, then laughs, then starts laughing so hard, she loses her balance and falls on her ass, knocking over the bottle of water, but forgetting she has my hair, she slams my face into the side of the foot locker.
I feel my eye start to swell up to match my lip, and I have to wait a minute for my vision to clear.
Lisa finally gets control of herself, and drops back into the chair. She's still chuckling when she say's, "I can't believe you didn't know! Who's corset do you think your wearing? I didn't just pull it out of my ass!"
"I still don't believe you! Sophie is no submissive!"
"Oh, you're right about that! Sophie bottoms on occasion to keep Carrie happy, but she's not her bitch."
"And how is it you know this, and I don't?"
"Girl talk! What do you think our fight in the car was about?"
"I really don't know, Sophie wouldn't tell me!"
"We were fighting about how to dominate you! She thinks I'm doing it all wrong, and need a firmer hand! Well, I guess maybe she's right, I wonder what she'll think when she see's your face."
My world is falling apart! Lisa's hurt me more than Molly ever did, my sister is giving Dominatrix advice to my girlfriend, and I've been clueless for at least ten years...
"Heard enough?" Whispers Mandy, "this ground is fucking cold!"
Molly lays next to her, peering in my basement window. She turns and smiles her crocodile smile... Information is power! And say's "oh yes, much more than I bargained for... Let's get the fuck out of here before the sister gets home."
The pleading in my voice is pathetic, even to my ears, but I can't help myself. "Lisa, please tell me the truth... Does Carrie want to dominate me?" The thought sickens me to the pit of my stomach.
"No, she doesn't, or not in a physical manner anyway." Relief floods through my body. "But it's obvious to everyone she's dominated you mentally for a long time... I mean, cmon, she steals your girl, and not only do you forgive her, you let her move in and flaunt it in front of you... For fuck's sake, you even gave them the biggest bedroom in the house, and the second one too, and took the smallest living space as your own! Tell me that wasn't some master manipulation!"
I start blubbering, completely devastated, so I say "I'm sorry Goddess, I don't mean to be bad, I love you, even more than Sophie, I swear I do... Please make the pain go away, I'll do whatever you desire, just make it stop hurting. I just want to be happy again!" Once I start, I can't stop, my sister has been manipulating me, and throwing it my face for years, and I was too stupid to notice! If I just do things Lisa's way, I get fantastic sex, and seduction. Why am I even considering the other? I wonder. The word freedom floats to the front of my head, only to dissipate like smoke when I remember Carrie's manipulation.
"I can make it happen Sweetie, I can take the pain away... I do love you Chris, I really do... But you have! To! Do! Things! My! Way! I will not tolerate another episode like I saw today, now promise me, that from this moment forward, you will do what I say, when I say... Without limits!"
"I... I promise."
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That's a tribute to your writing skills that I can exhibit such strong emotions for the characters involved. 
and it was just a story. But I can't wait to see what Molly has up her sleeves.
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