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“What did you do to her?” Jane queried.
“She tied me to her bed,” Leslie answered.
“She tied you?” Jane shot back.
“Yes.”
“Why was that?”
“I wanted her to.”
“That’s interesting. You let a submissive tie you up?” Jane admonished, laughing. “What did she do to you?”
“She used a whip on me, on my thighs and my breasts.”
“Did she leave marks?”
“Yes.”
“Let me see them.”
Leslie shuddered, thinking at first there was no way she’d bare her marked breasts for Jane’s eyes. It was all happening much too fast. As much as she knew she had to face this woman’s remarkable hold over her, she hadn’t expected this quite so suddenly.
“Open your blouse bitch,” Jane ordered, raising her voice to a slightly more intense timbre. As if she could read Leslie’s unspoken protests in the hesitant expression on her face, she was quick to explode that hesitation. Jane expected unquestioned compliance. Her eyes demanded it. She didn’t need to say more.
Leslie began slowly, her fingers finding the top button of her blouse difficult to undo. Meanwhile, Jane stared at her impassively, waiting. With the second button easier, and then the third at last undone, Leslie pulled the two sides of her pale blue blouse apart and revealed her white breasts marked with red stripes, now faded to a barely recognizable pink.
Jane nodded, not saying a word, as Leslie started to close the blouse.
“Leave it open, I want to see you,” she stopped her. Leslie laid her hands nervously in her lap, not knowing what to do with them. “I’ll make the cuts more distinct,” Jane went on. “Then you can show them off to my friends.”
Leslie thought of the club. “Are we going to Sapphos?” she asked.
“Eventually, maybe,” Jane said. She finished her beer and set the can on the table next to her. “Did you switch?” Jane asked.
“Switch?”
“Did you dominant Robin?”
“Some.”
“But you were nervous. Didn’t know what to do.”
“Yes.”
“How did it make you feel dominating her?”
“Slapping her tits?” Leslie said, as she thought of that moment in her mind. “It turned me on.”
“A lot?”
“Yes, a lot,” Leslie admitted, feeling the fire in her belly expand.
“You understand, slut, this will take more than a day. I can’t make you who you are in one session. You’ll have to be patient. Let the feelings develop, create your own style of dominance. You’ll do that by becoming my slave. It may seem like a contradiction, but the method works.”
Leslie understood perfectly well. She already felt Jane inside her; the woman had been there for some time, since she first saw her working over Dagne that night at Sapphos. When Jane had spotted her in the doorway with Leta, the woman’s fiery eyes reached right down and drew her desire from its hiding place.
“It’s all in the little things, the attitude,” Jane continued. “Not how hard I’ll beat your ass, how much pain I’ll cause stretching your asshole, how far you bend to kiss my boots, or how many clothespins I can rip from your aching sides. It’s the little things. The way you’ll look at me, wait for me, defer to me, the way you’ll want me to speak to you, instruct you.”
