Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 17

Universe: SM, Her New Name

Summary: A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty experiences.

Keywords: FF, MF+/FF-orgy, IR, les rom, FF/F d/s

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 17

(FF, MF+/FF-orgy, IR, les rom, FF/F d/s)

By SM

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Lisa nudged her awake several hours later as Kari had asked her to, so she could get home in time to get ready for work. While Lisa went to make sure Stacy was awake as well, she got up and reluctantly washed their cum off, noticing that she was really starting to enjoy being covered in cum. She got ready and went out and grabbed a muffin and coffee for breakfast from the table that was laid out for everyone and sat down at one of the small tables, waiting for Stacy.

Stacy came bouncing out from Josie’s room, having also showered and dressed, and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and a cheery “good morning!”, and got her muffin and coffee, too. Lisa came by to check when they wanted to leave and then went to alert Wendy. Just as they finished, Wendy came out with her robe open in front and her boobs enjoyably bouncing in their view, and they were able to voice their gratitude, say their goodbyes and head out the door.

When they arrived at home, Jacquie was sitting in her car which was parked beside their driveway, and while she turned her head away quickly when she saw that Lisa was driving, it looked to Kari that she still had Stacy’s panties in her mouth. Lisa gave them both very warm hugs and kisses, saying she hoped they would be back very soon. After she pulled away, Stacy waved to Jacquie to come in, and they went inside.

Kari’s glimpse had been correct, as Jacquie did have panties dangling from her mouth. She put her purse and a fairly large sack on the nearest table and took off her long coat and they saw she was wearing a very expensive gown that she’d destroyed by cutting roughly in circles with scissors to reveal both of her tits. A large strip of cloth was also cut out in front from her waist down, showing her naked bush and dripping pussy lips since she wasn’t wearing any panties, and they could see the words “fucking lezzy cunt whore” written in black letters inside her thighs. She smelled like she’d wallowed in her cunt juices and as soon as she got to the living room area, she dropped to the floor, bowing to them.

Stacy bent down and pulled the panties from her mouth. “So, you have completely accepted that you’re a slave slut, haven’t you?”

“Your fucking lezzy cunt whore is totally your slave, Mistress Stacy and Mistress Kari. Your fucking lezzy cunt whore will do anything for you, and she hates herself for being so rude for so many years and needs lots of painful humiliation and punishment. And she has brought a gift for Mistress Stacy.”

“Ah, that’s what the sack is. Let me see what my slave has brought me.” Stacy opened it up to find 20 pairs of very expensive panties, a leather slut paddle, a riding crop, a ponytail buttplug, some very cruel looking alligator nipple clamps on a chain--and at the bottom of the sack, there were 2 stacks of $20 in bundles, with “$1,000” written on the brown strip which held.

“Your fucking lezzy cunt whore would have brought Mistress Kari some panties, too, but she didn’t know what size. If Mistress Kari would tell her, your fucking lezzy cunt whore would buy the same thing for her and bring them the next time she comes over. She did bring the same amount of money for Mistress Kari, so at least each of you may have the same amount. And, if her Mistresses don’t like this gift, your fucking lezzy cunt whore will buy whatever her Mistresses want.”

“By the way, did she text you last night to tell you what she’d done?” Kari asked Stacy.

“Yeah. We were busy at the time, so I didn’t think to mention it. She did everything I assigned her to do.”

“Good. So, why are you here now, slave slut?” Kari asked.

“Mistress Stacy said she would talk to me today, and your fucking lezzy cunt whore didn’t want to call and bother her, so she decided to come and wait outside like she deserves. Your fucking lezzy cunt whore would have crawled into the backyard into a dog house, if Mistresses had one, and waited like the bitch she is.”

“Actually, we do have one in the back yard for when my ex had a dog. I think the chain is still out there that he used to hook his leash on.”

“Your fucking lezzy cunt whore would have looked, but thought it would be impolite. And, since her Mistresses didn’t say anything about a collar and leash, your fucking lezzy cunt whore went to the pet store and bought one of each, in hopes that they would like to use it on their bitch, but she was scared to bring it in and so she left it in the car.”

“Well, that will be interesting. Go outside and bring it in.” Jacquie crawled over to the door, opened it and crawled out, returning with a leash and a collar which she brought inside holding them in her mouth as she crawled.

Stacy had been looking at the ponytail buttplug and when Jacquie returned, she flipped up her gown, rubbed it in her cunt juices and inserted it into her ass. Then she swatted her on the ass cheek, grabbed the collar and leash and put it on her. Then, she went over to the counter, got the digital camera and started taking pictures of Jacquie’s humiliation. “Lift up your head and look at the camera and tell everybody what and who you are.

“Hello, I am your fucking lezzy cunt whore who needs to be humiliated and whipped and chained and punished severely for being such a total bitch for so many years. Since your fucking lezzy cunt whore degraded others, it is now her turn to be degraded to show what a dog she is. Your fucking lezzy cunt whore hates herself and her marriage and wants a divorce from her husband who she hates and wants to live in a kennel to serve her wonderful Mistress instead.”

“Ok, go on,” Stacy said.

“Thank you, Mistress. After Mistresses whip their fucking lezzy cunt whore, she would like to sleep for awhile in the dog house in the back yard, if they would let her. Your fucking lezzy cunt whore didn’t sleep much last night, worrying that she was so worthless her Mistresses wouldn’t let her be their slave.”

“Jacquie, stop talking like a slave for a few minutes, and talk to me like a person,” Kari said.

“Ok, Kari,” she looked up at her, with what looked like genuine tears in her eyes.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Honestly, Kari, I really feel horrible about what I’ve done, and I really want to be punished for it. And, I have a very deep need to be humiliated and treated like dirt, and I know it’s weird but all this is making me feel sexier than I’ve ever felt in my whole life. Please, Kari. I really want this. I know it’s crazy, and maybe that’s it . . . maybe I’ve just gone insane. But, I don’t feel like that. I feel like I’ve finally found the right place for me. Will you please help me? I’ll pay you anything you want--$100,000 . . . or more, whatever.”

“This isn’t just some game, or a way to set me up to get in trouble, is it?”

“Good Lord, no! . . . I am the one who deserves trouble. If my husband sees that video, and I hope he does, he’ll make plenty of trouble for me, I’m sure. He’ll divorce me, and I’ll be free of him, and get the punishment I deserve from being such a failure as a wife, too. Or maybe he was a failure as a husband for me, and I should divorce him. I don’t know. But, I have no reason to hurt you, Kari. You’ve been courteous to me, even though I was rude for all those years. You have reason to hurt me, not the other way around, and I deserve it,” she said, crying openly.

“Sit up on a chair, and let’s talk this over. I don’t have time to do everything you’re wanting, so if this is going to go on, we’ll have to work something out. And while we do that, just talk like a person instead of a slave, so we can make some kind of sense out of this.”

“Ok, Kari. I’ll honestly do anything you want. After you saw me, it was like my whole image of ‘me’ came tumbling down; because I knew I couldn’t hide anymore. At first, I started thinking suicidal thoughts, but then I thought, ‘No, I need to face this’—and this is what came out of it. I’ve really been horrible to people, like you for example.” Her voice sounded as sincere as Kari had ever heard her sound. Stacy had seated herself to one side, still holding the camera.

“Well, for one thing, we lead active lives, so we don’t’ have time to do this all the time. For example, I need to get ready for work in about 30 minutes, and Stacy . . . ?” She looked at her with a questioning expression.

“Since you’re just going in for 4 hours, I think I’ll stay home and clean house, if that’s ok with you,” Stacy said.

“Sure, then I won’t have to do it. But, anyway, back to this. How could we do this? How could we help you, Jacquie?”

Jacquie’s face contorted from her pain and tears. “I could come over sometimes to be punished maybe? A few hours a week are better than nothing. If you can’t do it, I don’t know what I’ll do. I guess the only thing I can do is run away to San Francisco or someplace that has BDSM dungeons and find somebody to punish me there. But, it wouldn’t be the same, because I wasn’t rude to them like I was to you. Like I said, I will pay you anything you want for it. Money means nothing to me. Would you please help me?” she pleaded.

Kari couldn’t see how Jacquie could have shown that much pain and not be telling the truth. And she’d already paid them the $2,000 plus those bills that she’d given Stacy previously, so if the phrase “put your money where your mouth is” meant anything, then she really meant what she said.

Kari sighed, knowing she couldn’t live with herself if she told her ‘no’, even if her request for help wasn’t even close to anything Kari had ever heard of.

“Well, that’s not exactly true,” her slutself broke in.

“What do you mean?”

“Remember the other ‘Jackie’ even if her name was spelled differently?” and Kari’s mind flashed to the nude dancer that just wanted Marc to whip and beat her every week, the fluffer for the other girls. “And don’t forget your need for humiliation, too.”

“Yeah, ok, I see what you mean, but mine isn’t as extreme as theirs. Do you mean there are a lot of people who want that?”

“Sure. Isn’t it obvious when you think about it? How about Lisa, beautiful and sexy as anyone can be, and she needs to go to a ‘Poke Her’ party every couple of months. Wendy understands that, so she helps make it happen in a way that doesn’t really damage Lisa permanently. Others turn to abusing themselves with drugs, or turn into prostitutes. One way or another, they are getting the punishment they desperately need. In fact, part of the reason it bothers you about Jacquie is that you’re worried you won’t get enough humiliation and punishment for yourself—but you will. You’ll go out with Marc or Joe, or go ask Wendy or get THE BEAT OF SAN ANTONIO to cum all over your slutty body and then go driving naked and covered with cum. That’s working pretty well. Otherwise, you’d have ended up going crazy and running off to be a skanky hooker on the street.”

“I would have?”

“Don’t tell me that you haven’t had that fantasy of being fucked in the alley by the bank.”

“Ok. Yeah, you’re right. But, do you mean I would have come unglued like Jacquie?”

“Sure. You were starting to get depressed when all this started, and you almost started coming unraveled. Nobody can keep up a false life forever. If they don’t come out, they die. That’s what I meant when I told you that the other day.”

“Wow!”

“You’re starting to sound like Stacy.”

“Could be worse. She’s nice to me.”

“True.”

“Alright. We’ll help you. But, from now on, you’ll go on like normal everywhere else, ok? And you’ll do everything the way we want to do it, ok?”

“Yes, Kari. Thank you!” in a choked voice, then she got down and crawled over to Kari and hugged her legs and cried until Kari had to get ready for work. Since that was a long time—maybe 20 minutes or so—and she could feel her pain, Kari stopped worrying that it was all an act. This was a heart breaking in anguish.

“Stacy? You’ll have to take over here. I’ve got to get ready for work,” reaching down to gently lift Jacquie’s head from her leg. Jacquie looked up at her with swollen eyes.

“Thank you, Kari. For letting me cry on you, I mean. My husband won’t let me cry even at our house. I have years of tears bottled up inside me because of that. I hate it there. Maybe I should just divorce him. Maybe that’s why I’m going crazy.”

“Well, maybe, but I need to go to work now. Stacy can whip you or whatever you want and then you need to go for today and let her do what she needs to do, ok? You can call us tomorrow afternoon and we’ll figure out what to do for the next time.”

“Yes, Mis--, I mean, Kari. I will do as you say. Thank you. I really mean that.”

Kari got up and went to get ready for work, while Jacquie and Stacy talked. While Kari was getting dressed, she could hear Stacy using the leather paddle on her for a good while, and then she heard Jacquie go outside and drive away.

Stacy came up to her, and gave her a big hug.

“You were great! I wouldn’t have known how to talk to her. I would have just beat her ass, and tied her in the dog house, and then wondered what the hell was going on. You brought it all out, so we know what we’re working with. And, here,” she offered the digital camera. “I got almost all of that conversation recorded on this. The picture is a bit wobbly, because I had it on my knee so she wouldn’t notice.”

“That’s great! A good insurance card we can use if we need it. Quick thinking, Lover Doll!”

“Hey! No fair! That’s my pet name for you! I want my own!” Stacy protested.

“Ok, Sweetie-Punkin’s!”

Stacy frowned with one side of her mouth and blinked. “I take it back. I’d rather be ‘Lover Doll’ too.”

Kari laughed aloud, “Ok, Lover Doll Number 2 . . . until I think of something better.”

The shift at the library was rather fun that evening because Nate and Natasha showed up to check out books, and she got to be a very helpful librarian, the part of her job that she loved the most. She showed them generally where to look, but then just sat them down and started bringing books to them—for Nate, books on formal dining table manners and etiquette, and for Natasha, books on pregnancy. Then she found encyclopedia entries on those topics, and brought them several of those, so they could get a summarized version of the books.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Nate finally said, laughing after they had spread out about 10 books and 4 encyclopedias on their table.

Kari grinned at him. “See, I told you there were plenty of resources here. There are others, too. Here’s an overview of formal table manners from a high school textbook. That’s probably a good place to start.”

“Yeah, but I can’t even carry all of these.”

“You can’t check out the encyclopedias anyway, but you can photo copy the pages on that copier over there,” she said pointing. “And surely, you can carry 10 books, being the strong, fit young dance award-winning dancer that you are.”

“But, we haven’t won any awards—“

“—yet.” Kari finished for him.

“What’s that?”

“You haven’t won any awards yet, I said—but I’m sure you will.”

“Thank you. Since the audition, we’ve been just waiting. It’s terrible.”

“I’m sure something will come through pretty soon, but it will take time for Louis and Lana to do their thing. I overheard them explain the process to Stacy, and it’s rather complicated. You should ask her to tell you what they said, because it was her question, so I wasn’t listening very closely at the time.”

“And, we didn’t bring any money with us for copies.”

“No worries, I can use this for my friends,” Kari said waving her staff key card, then bending over closer to Natasha’s ear, lowering her voice to a whisper, she added “and lovers.”

“You’re too nice!” Natasha told her, but she started moving one of the encyclopedias over to the copier.

“Well, just remember me when you get famous,” Kari replied as she went over to the machine and keyed in her code for staff copies.

By the time, they had made the copies they wanted and looked over the books and chosen the six they ended up checking out, it was almost closing time. Kari checked their books out, and waved to them as they went out, and then made the rounds to close up. The one unusual thing she found was a pair of pink panties back in the corner by the lesbian literature, so she picked them up, noticing from the tag that they were size 9. There was a phone number written on them in permanent marker, with a name underneath. “Jane. Call me please.” Curious now, she put them into her pocket and finished closing up. But before she closed down her computer, she went to the library records and plugged in the phone number in case “Jane” had a library card.

There she was: “Jane Downing. Age 35” and her address, including an email address, which Kari wrote down, wondering what to do about it. She shut down the computer, locked up and went out.

Nate and Natasha were sitting in their car next to hers, and Nate rolled the window down when she approached.

“Is something wrong?” Kari asked.

“No. Natasha just reminded me to mind my manners and make sure you could get to your car and get it started without anyone bothering you. It’s late.”

“Oh, dang. Nobody around to have an orgy with,” Kari joked, and bent down to kiss his cheek. “No, seriously, thank you. It’s kinda’ scary sometimes at night here when I’m by myself. It’s nice to have a body guard!”

“No problem,” Nate said, sounding pleased.

She got in her car and pulled away, waving at them as they followed her out.

When she got home, Stacy had a light supper of ham sandwiches and a Pomegranate martini all ready for her. She showed off all the cleaning and straightening she’d done, which was quite a lot, since she’d gone through the closet in the room that served as their office and sorted everything.

“You did great! I haven’t sorted that stuff in years.”

“No kidding. I could tell. But, I was disappointed that I didn’t find any deep dark sexual secrets hidden in there. And in case you think I tossed out something important, it’s all sealed in those plastic sacks on the back porch, so you can check it, if you want. ”

“No. I’d better not look. If I didn’t need it these past few years, I probably needed to toss it anyway. At times, I had actually thought about just dumping the whole closet into sacks without looking at any of it, but I could never get up the nerve. You’ve solved that problem, thank you,” and she kissed her warmly. Stacy beamed.

“Sit down and eat,” she said, ushering her to the breakfast bar.

“And I’ve thought more about your pet name.”

“Oh, really? Tell me,” Stacy said leaning over the other side of the bar, her eyes bright with interest.

“How ‘bout, ‘Bumper Boobs’?” Stacy frowned with one side of her mouth again. “I’m just kidding,” Kari said laughing and reaching out to touch her nose. Stacy wrinkled her nose at her touch, and then reached up with her tongue and licked her finger and they both giggled. “You DO have a long tongue, which is too sexy when you . . . <ahem> uhm . . . but I couldn’t think of any pet names which included your sexy tongue, although, I do think your boobs are sexier than mine are. Ok, so how about, ‘Angel Eyes’?”

“Oooooooo . . . I like that. Do I really have angel eyes?”

“I’m not sure what an angel’s eyes look like, but your eyes have been very bright and happy lately, so that’s what I was thinking about—“

“—when I look at you, Lover Doll.” Kari blushed.

“Well, thank you. I love you, too.”

“You do? You really love me? Do you know that’s the first time you’ve ever told me that straight out like that?”

“Really? And yes, I really love you.”

“Now that’s the second time. If you did before, I missed it, but it means sooooo much to me to hear it.”

“Well, I do love you. I guess that was a sore issue for me growing up, because we were supposed to say ‘I love you’ to Mom and Dad all the time. And most of the time, I hated them. So, I’m pretty confused about that.”

“Well, my Mom used to say it all the time when she was drunk, and then after she passed out, her boyfriend at the time would molest me, so the whole ‘love’ thing was weird for me, too. I think it’s more your tone of voice than it is the words. But, I love you, too. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” she said with wet eyes, just short of tears.

“I love you, too, and I’m learning to love you more and more each day. We’ve even got things to work together pretty well around here,” Kari replied. Then on an impulse, Kari raised her glass.

“A toast!” Stacy looked surprised and wasn’t sure what to do.

“Raise your glass and clink it together with mine,” Kari instructed.

“Oh!” She clinked her glass against Kari’s martini.

“To Us! May our days be many and bright with love and laughter.” Her voice dropped to a whisper even though no one else was there to hear it, “Now, you’re supposed to repeat ‘To Us!’ and then we take a drink.”

“To Us!” Stacy said, catching on. And they drank—then giggled.

“Well, we’ve got the laughter part going good,” Kari said.

She finished her sandwich, and then remembered the panties, so she told Stacy about them. They went into the office by the computer, and she typed in Jane address. Using Google Earth, they could see this little house which looked pretty well kept, flowerbeds, and a few shrubs.

“Of course, we don’t know how long ago that picture was taken. So it may not look like that now.”

“Well, let me call her. I have an unlisted cell phone number, and besides even if they traced me, it would only show my mom’s address, and she never gives out information like that, even when she’s drunk. She’s dumber than a post about most things, so when anyone asks her stuff like that she just pretends she doesn’t know.”

“It’s late, but ok, if you want to.” So, Stacy dialed the number. Kari could hear a bit of it as a woman’s voice answered.

“Is this Jane?”

“Yes, this is Jane. Who is this?”

Being blunt as Stacy often could be, she told her directly that she’d found some panties at the library near the lesbian literature with this phone number and the name ‘Jane’ on them.

“Ooooooo . . . I was found! How embarrassing and how wonderful!”

“So, are you a lesbian?”

“Well, yes, but I’m sorta’ bi-sexual . . . but I’ve been alone for a long time, and I’m too shy to go up and talk to people.”

“What do you look like? Do you have any pictures of yourself?”

“Do you have a computer and email? I could send some to you.”

“Yes. Send it to—“ and Stacy said her email address.

“Ok, hang on.” A long pause. “Ok, they should be on the way.” In the meantime, Stacy had logged into her email with Kari doing the typing, whispering the password to her—and then put the cell phone on speakerphone setting, so Kari didn’t have to strain to hear.

A message popped up, with attachments, so Kari opened up the pictures. The first one was of a fairly plain slightly chunky woman with auburn hair with large boobs with a round face who looked younger than in her 30’s. She looked like she was fairly short, perhaps even petite, as compared to the counter top behind her which looked like a breakfast bar on the side of a kitchen since they could see the stove and fridge in the background. The second one was of the same woman wearing a very thin bikini, which didn’t look too bad on her, with curves in the right places, although there were a few unwanted bulges, and her boobs looked floppy and drooped a little. However, that one did show that her boobs were real and not surgically enhanced at least at the time of the picture. The third one showed her completely naked with a ball-gag in her mouth and rope tied around her tits.

“How long ago did you take these pictures,” Stacy asked her on the phone.

“Just last week, right before I put the panties in the library. I was actually hoping that one of the librarians would find them. I have a crush on one of them. She’s very pretty but I’m too shy to talk to her.”

“Do you know her name?”

“Her nametag said, ‘Kari’ with a K, you know.” Stacy looked surprised, and then covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

“Yes, she is very beautiful. I know which one you mean. I’ve talked with her. She’s very nice,” Stacy said, winking at Kari, who was blushing.

“You’ve talked with her? She very hot! I wish she was available, but she’s always busy when I’m there, and I get too scared.” Kari pointed to the last picture and looked at Stacy with a questioning look.

“Uhm . . . that last picture. You seem to be into kinky sex, bondage and that sort of thing. Are you a submissive?”

“Yes, but, I don’t want any guys to Dom me, unless it’s a Master/Mistress couple. I don’t mind a fucking a hard cock once and awhile, but I really want a Mistress. It’s hard to whip yourself hard enough to really make it hurt.”

“Oh? That’s interesting.”

“I hope I’m not offending you.”

“No, not at all. I enjoy bondage and kinky sex myself. And I have a woman who is my Mistress and lover at the moment. I’ve just never tried to whip myself, since my Mistress always takes care of me like that.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a switch? I mean, could you be my Mistress, too?”

“Maybe. We’ll have to get to know each other and see how it goes. I have another slave at the moment.”

“Just online, or in real life?”

“In real life.”

“Will you tell your Mistress about me?”

“Of course. I never keep secrets from her.”

“Is she there with you?” Kari looked at Stacy and shook her head.

“No, not at the moment.”

“This conversation is making me very horny. Is it ok if I masturbate for you? By the way, may I ask your name?”

“Stacy.”

“Is it ok, Mistress Stacy?”

“Only if you use a very large dildo.”

“Ok. Let me go get it, can you hold on?”

“Sure.” She put her cell phone on mute.

“Where should I go with this?” she asked Kari.

“I don’t know. First ask her if she has any STD’s or if she uses drugs. We’re not going to be a part of any of that.”

“Oh, yes. I should have thought of that.” She took the cell off of its mute setting.

“I’m back with a very large dildo. It has a 3-inch diameter—at least that’s what it said on the package when I bought it. I haven’t used it in a long time, because it’s so lonely masturbating by myself when there’s nobody to talk with, and I need somebody to command me. May I use it on my horny slutty pussy, please, Mistress Stacy?”

“Yes . . . But, before we get too far here, I need to ask a couple of questions. I’m not trying to be offensive or scare you away, but I need to ask if you’ve ever had any sexually transmitted diseases or if you use drugs.”

“A definite “no” to both of those. May I ask if the same is true of you and your Mistress?”

“Definitely true. We do enjoy a few drinks, though. We like to party sometimes.”

“That’s ok. I like to party, too, but it’s been a long time since I have been invited to any.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, my husband divorced me and when he left, the friends we partied with were mostly his friends, so they just stopped inviting me. He and his new wife go to them now. He was shocked when he found out that I’m bi-sexual and that I like kinky sex and that I was in a gangbang when I was in college. That was the final straw for him, so he said I was just too crazy and weird and left me. He likes parties with lots of beer and all that, but not sex parties.”

“I’m sorry. How long ago was that?”

“Four years. Four long years without sex—with anyone else besides myself, I mean. I had complications and had to have a hysterectomy, so I can’t have kids. So, nobody wants me. I’ve tried to make the best of it, but I finally had to do something—but I’m soooooo shy! So, I came up with the idea of putting the panties somewhere that might connect me with someone. It’s humiliating, but I guess that turns me on, too.”

“Well, it worked. At least you connected with uh—me,” Stacy barely caught herself in time to avoid saying ‘us.’

“Yes. I hope we can become friends. Maybe even more.”

“I hope so, too. Look, I hate to cut this off, but I need to go. You can masturbate thinking about me whipping your tits and cunt. And email me after you’re done. We’ll talk again tomorrow, and go from there.”

“Thank you very much, Mistress Stacy. I will do as you commanded and talk with you tomorrow, although I have to work during the day. If it’s ok, then I’ll call you when I get home from work.”

“Ok. Bye for now, then,” and she closed the connection.

“Wow! This is getting to be a trend. Maybe we should advertise as a lesbian Mistress team that helps lonely submissives,” Stacy said. “My mom said there are tons of submissive men out there who would love a woman to dominate them, but I don’t think I would like that. I like my men strong and exciting. So, we’d better say we’re lesbian, no men allowed.”

“And just when would be have time to do that? We’ve both got two jobs, something like 20 lovers, including a super-needy slave who wants extreme punishment who showed up out of the blue, and we probably need to sleep a lot more. Your old lady lover might not be able to keep up this pace.”

Stacy sat down on her lap and gave her a big kiss and hug. “You’re not old. And you’re too horny to slow down.”

Kari looked at her and frowned in exasperation. “Unfortunately, that’s probably true about being too horny to slow down. You know, you’re pretty insightful for a young pup.”

“A young bitch pup.”

“Ok, a young bitch pup, Angel Eyes.”

“Oooooo . . . I like that. It made me shiver. You’re sooo sexy. And your voice is sexy.”

“Well, thank you.”

“I could quit my job, you know. We’re making tons of money being sexy. You could actually quit your job with the Rictnors, too, and we could just have Jacquie pay us. She said she’d pay us $100,000 or more, whatever we asked.”

“Yeah, and when she divorces her husband, she won’t have any money, and we’ll be back in the low end of it. So if we quit our jobs, we’d be out of it completely.”

“Maybe we should ask for the $100,000 up front, before she divorces him. Or we could start a website, and you know that other people are already making money on your sexy body from the target practice gangbang thing. And you told me that the owner of that nude club wants you to dance as a librarian and that you’d ‘wow-em’. I might learn to dance, or at least do gangbangs or bukkake. At least, I’ve done one sorta’-bukkake with Nate’s group.”

“Yeah, and then I’d get fired from the library or we’ll burn out or the feds will arrest us for porn on the internet or we’ll get arrested for prostitution. If we both get tossed in jail, and I couldn’t pay the mortgage or buy food. And, who’s going to bail us out, or pay for the legal fees for a couple of whores?”

“Right. Sure. Like Wendy doesn’t like us, too. She told me to ask for anything I need.”

Kari sighed. “You’ll have to ask her if she’ll bail us out of jail and pay for all the legal fees for a trial for prostitution. Let’s not make rash decisions. At least not tonight, anyway. I’m too tired from all these horny bisexual slaves who want to be beaten and fucked out of their minds.”

Stacy looked at her, suddenly vulnerable and anxious. “You mean you’re tired of me?”

Kari shook her head, reaching out to her. “I’m sorry, and no, I wasn’t thinking of you at all, except that I’m really tired and I’d rather be in bed with you snuggling and feeling your kisses.” She hugged and kissed her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean you, Angel Eyes. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Oh, good! Ok, let’s go do what you said.”

“What did I say?”

“That you wanted to be in bed and feel me snuggling and kissing your feet, or something like that.”

“I didn’t say ‘feet’.”

“Well, let’s go and see what happens anyway, ok, Lover Doll-who-said-she-loves-her-Angel-Eyes lover?”

“Ok.”

In bed, Stacy pulled back the covers and started to rub Kari’s feet.

“Ouch. I didn’t realize my feet were so sore.”

“Your feet are probably not sore. It’s your whole body. Haven’t you heard about reflexology?”

“Well, yes. I’m a librarian. We have umpteen books on reflexology. I just haven’t read them yet.”

“Umpteen?”

“It’s an old word. You know your old lady lover is feeling tired and old so she’s talking in archaic terms.”

“Archaic?”

“Ouch. That hurt my foot. Never mind. Maybe you should hit me on the head instead of rub my feet. I’m not thinking very clearly. I’m tired.”

Stacy crawled up her body, kissing her all the way up to her lips. “I love you, even if I can’t rub your feet right.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m just exhausted. I love you, too. Please just rub my feet and I’ll shut up.”

“Ok. Let me get some oil, then. Just relax.” She ran and got some oil, which was interesting because Kari didn’t remember having any. Then she ran back and squirted some on her own hands and began to rub them together. “I’ve got to warm it up, so I don’t put cold oil on your feet, Lover Doll.”

“Good idea.” She kept rubbing for a good while.

“I think it’s as warm as I can make it. I’m going to put it on your feet, so hang on.” She put her hands on Kari’s feet.

“Ahhhhhh . . . that feels wonderful. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Just go to sleep. I’ll just rub it in, and I’ll cover you up and get in bed and snuggle you, so just go on to sleep.”

“Ok.” That’s the last she remembered.

But, when she woke up, she could feel her feet feeling tingling and a bit oily, but in a pleasant way. Stacy was sleeping peacefully beside her, with one arm lying gently across her chest below her breasts, a lock of her hair down over her eyes. Kari thought about how loving Stacy had become, from a hardnosed lesbian butch-type to a gentle lover who had rubbed her feet when she was exhausted. She reached over and moved the lock of hair out of the way, and Stacy opened her eyes.

She blinked a couple of times trying to waking.

“You know what?” she asked, stretching out her arms and yawning, then reaching to hug Kari.

“What?”

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen when I opened my eyes in the morning.”

“You’re sweet. I was just thinking about how you’ve much you’ve changed since I first met you. For the better, I mean.”

“Me? I’ve changed?”

“Sure. When I met you, you were pretty sloppy, your hair looked like a tornado had wandered through it, and you were pushy and almost angry and demanding, putting up with having sex with Leanne all the time even though neither of you were really serious about it. Now, you’re gentle and loving and helpful to everyone, even when you don’t know what to do, and I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

“Hold that thought! I don’t want you to ever do without me! I’ll go make some coffee and then gently and sloppily ravish your body! How’s that sound?” and she kissed Kari on the nose.

“Sounds great, Angel Eyes,” Kari said laughing.

“Oooooooo . . . that makes me shiver every time you say that to me. Ok, then, I’ll use my angel wings and be back in a jiffy. I’ll need lots of hugs and kisses and sex when I get back while the coffee is brewing, so get ready!” and she hopped out of bed, her boobs and ass wiggling and ran out the bedroom door.

After a few moments, she ran back in and jumped on the bed with a “BANZAI!” with her big boobs flopping into a laughing Kari’s arms. “And the coffee is brewing!”

“You’re so funny! And fun, too.”

“Sexy?”

“Oh, YEAH!”

The gentle and sloppy ravishing commenced.

Kari woke up after a lot of sex and fun and going back to sleep, and started in panic, jumping up on her hands in bed.

“Oh NO! What time is it? I’m supposed to be at work!”

“No you’re not. . . . at least, not yet. I called them and told them we were having car trouble, so we’d be there as soon as the mechanic got it going again,” Stacy said in the doorway, obviously having heard her yell.

“They don’t know you live with me yet, do they?”

“No. You were coming over to pick me up and you hit something that was in the middle of the road and then you heard a banging noise under the car, so you called me and told me to call in to tell them that we’d be a couple of hours late while you called for a mechanic to come and look at it.”

Kari looked at her, thinking it through, trying to find a hole in her story.

“Silvia said not to worry, nobody was at the library yet anyway, so she said to tell you to take your time and get your car fixed, and she’d see us when we got there. We can just make up the hours filling in for the others who are sick with the flu.”

“Silvia said that?”

“She likes me.”

“I guess so. But everybody likes you, now. You’re fun and exciting and helpful.”

“So helpful that I figured out how to make waffles for breakfast.”

“Waffles?”

“Well, you have a waffle iron, and I found some premix dry waffle batter stuff that said just add ¾ cup milk and 2 eggs, so I did that, and mixed it up and tried it.”

“I have a waffle iron?”

“I know you haven’t used it for a long time, it was covered with dust, but I washed it off first. The first few waffles were a bit weird, but I kept trying, and so I’ve got it timed so I can . . . oh, no . . . wait!” There was the sound of a timer going off in the kitchen as she ran back in there. She was only wearing a kitchen apron, so when she ran away, her naked ass wiggled as Kari watched.

She came back a few minutes later. “Well, I know what ‘too long’ is now. Up until now, I’ve just had squishy waffles coming out. These are a bit on the darker side of brown. Maybe even on the darker side of black. The next batch waffle will be perfect, though, you’ll see. Come on, get up! Waffles are waiting, my darling Lover Doll!”

Kari noticed quite a pile of ‘squishy’ waffles in the trash can, but the one Stacy made for her was actually perfect, or nearly so. Stacy had figured out to measure the amount before she poured it on the waffle iron, but the previous waffles had left various bits of dough around the side, which had blackened further as the cooking went on. So, after she furtively moved them aside, the main waffle itself was very good indeed.

“This is great, Angel Eyes! Thank you!” and she polished it off completely. Stacy just leaned against the breakfast bar looking at Kari, her boobs squishing out the sides of her apron, and her eyes bright and shiny.

“You don’t know how good it is for me to talk to a sane person in the morning,” she said softly.

“Well, I don’t know how sane I am after these past few months, but I like talking to you in the morning, too. And now you know how to make wonderful waffles, even if it took you several tries, so from now on you are the Official Waffle Chef of this house—until Joe arrives to teach you to cook, and then he might help you make them better and you can be a real chef some day.”

“Well, uhm . . . ‘several tries’ might not be the right words, exactly . . . we need to buy some more waffle mix, then,” Stacy said sheepishly.

“I thought it was a new bag of waffle mix.”

“It was. It took me a lot of tries. But I really wanted to make something special for you this morning.”

“The whole bag?”

“Well, I might be able to scrape out enough for tomorrow, but it’s iffy.”

Kari looked at her and laughed and reached over and pulled her up for a hug. “One thing for sure, Angel Eyes, you are determined.”

“I’m really sorry. I’ll pay for a new bag of waffle powder stuff and I’ll go get it today, I promise.”

“No, you won’t. You’ll get another bag whenever we go to the store, and I’ll pay for it, and buy two extra ones, and you can experiment all you want to. I think it’s wonderful that you kept trying until you got it right. And believe me, this waffle was in the ‘got it right’ category. And, Angel Eyes?”

“Yes, my beautiful Mistress Lover Doll?”

“I love you, and thank you for rubbing my feet last night. It put me right to sleep and the next thing I knew; I opened my eyes to see your beautiful face next to me. It can’t get any better than that.”

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” and Stacy fell into her arms, knocking Kari’s fork to the floor and the syrup covered plate across the breakfast bar where it teetered precariously on the edge.

But for some reason, they didn’t notice—or perhaps they didn’t care.

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