Wife of the Party

Chapter 8

By agreement, Ann showed up for training at the Chambeaux home the following week. She had sworn them all to secrecy because she didn't want Alan to find out until she knew for sure if this was for her. This was easy for everyone except Laura. Twice during the period of Ann's training, Pierre had loaned Laura to the Chisholms. One of these loans occurred the day after Ann had spent her day at the house and it happened that on this particular day, Ann had been the dominant over Laura. It made for an awkward greeting for both but they soon overcame it.

On her first day, she arrived promptly at eight o'clock in the morning. She was given a box in which to place her clothes and Monique watched as she stripped off everything including all of her jewelry. Her first day was to be as a submissive to a mistress. They had agreed upon a safeword and Monique had told her that was her only control. She could protest and complain all she wanted but nothing would stop the experience other than the time reaching six o'clock in the evening or the use of the safeword.

Monique watched the revealing of her new sub and found herself liking what she saw. While her initial impressions had been that Ann was too scrawny, seeing her completely naked left a much nicer impression on her. She had an elegance about her slender form. She looked aristocratic with her straight posture and sleek lines. Ann didn't have the lush full breasts like Laura that Monique loved so much. But she had nice handfuls that were still very firm and appealing.

"Hands at your sides, girl," instructed Monique. Ann had been trying to shelter her modesty and was nervously covering her breasts and sex. The hands immediately dropped to her sides.

Monique circled Ann, touching her here and there or stroking her flesh. "You make a lovely slavegirl."

"Thank you, Monique."

"It's Mistress to you."

"Ooops, sorry. Thank you, Mistress."

"You are welcome, pet."

Monique fastened a collar around the older woman's neck and then walked her around. They walked all through the house and then Ann was led outside. Monique instructed her charge the whole way. Her objective was to teach Ann things that she needed to learn and to keep changing the environment on her to get her accustomed to shifts. Outside, they encountered the maintenance man, which caused Ann to balk. Monique simply tugged on the leash again and explained to the man that she had a new girl in training.

Steve was at the office, as was Pierre. The two women encountered Laura straightening up around the pool. "Do you have any questions for Laura, Ann?"

Ann shook her head. It was so embarrassing to be naked and treated as a slave when this very same girl had been a slave within her own household. She did notice how stoic and confident Laura appeared to be and she committed to emulate that attitude for the day.

"Come join us when you are finished, Laura," said Monique as she led Ann onto the lawn. Monique sat in a chair and then schooled Ann on proper ways to kneel. Monique really only had three objectives for the day. First, she wanted to teach Ann the rules. She would need these regardless of whether she decided to be a top or bottom. Second, Monique wanted to acclimate Ann to the new lifestyle. It was all very erotic if done right but it could be shocking and offensive if someone was not prepared for it. Ann was already experiencing nudity which was part of Monique's plan. Throughout the day, she would be introduced to touching, bisexuality, punishments and other assaults on her sensibilities in order to get her used to the sexuality and surprises of the lifestyle. A little bit of sex; a little bit of pain; a little bit of fear; and a lot of nudity and touching. She was not planning anything extreme like bestiality. She would introduce those later.

The third objective was to give Ann some memorable orgasms. She wanted Ann's experience to be an enjoyable one.

Laura joined them after finishing her chores on the deck. "Kneel behind Ann, pet."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Laura as she knelt behind the other naked woman.

"Scoot forward, pet," instructed Monique. Ann immediately tensed. "Hold my new pet, Laura." Laura reached around the older woman and held her, pulling her back against her body. Instinctively, Laura's hands began gliding over Ann's body and Ann's discomfort showed in her face.

"Hands on your knees," advised Monique as Ann raised her hands to try to protect herself. Reluctantly, she lowered them and rested her palms on her thighs. Laura continued her gentle caresses, letting her fingertips glide down the silky arms and her palms caress the firm belly. This continued for quite a time. After awhile, Ann started to relax and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the experience. Laura's hands continued to roam and became bolder. When they cupped the firm breasts, Ann's eyes flew open and she looked imploringly at Monique. Monique just smiled back at her and nodded. Eventually, Ann's eyelids fluttered and then closed as she surrendered again to Laura's enchantment.

Ann's breathing became heavier as Laura continued to palpate and tease the tender breasts. Laura let one hand remain at the breasts, toying with them as her other hand glided down Ann's belly to cup the woman's sex. Again, the eyes flew open and again Monique smiled and nodded.

After many minutes of caressing, Ann began to moan softly. Laura had been surprised that Ann had been so wet when she first touched the soft petals since she assumed that Ann had never been with another woman before and probably had no desire to. "Let Ann do that, pet."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Laura. Laura withdrew her hand and raised it to Ann's face. She had meant to have Ann lick her fingers and clean them but Ann showed no signs of parting her lips. Instead, Laura simply rubbed a dewy finger back and forth across the other woman's lips and then returned both hands to the sensitive breasts.

"You may begin now," instructed Monique. Imploring eyes once again found Monique but then a hand glided over the damp sex when no reprieve was given. Ann stroked her labia and blushed as she realized how lewd the act was. She closed her eyes in shame.

Monique watched Ann's face intently, only occasionally glancing down to watch the busy fingers. She wanted to push her student. She wanted to move Ann far outside of her comfort zone but she wanted the experience to be remembered as exciting and highly erotic. If this woman was destined to be a slave, she would be an obedient and pleasing one who embraced her slavery proudly. If she was destined to become a mistress, she would have learned from Monique how to lovingly control a slave.

"Open your eyes and look at me, little one." Monique saw that Ann's cheeks and chest were already flushed with arousal but saw the cheeks turn a brighter red as Ann was made to look at her mistress while she obscenely toyed with her sex. Monique wondered if it would be more embarrassing to have Ann finish herself off or to have Laura do it. She decided to let Ann do it. If Laura did it, Ann would be able to rationalize that she was innocent and pure but that someone forced an orgasm upon her. If Ann pushed herself over the edge, It would be a gift to Monique and would symbolically acknowledge Monique's control.

Monique continued to gaze into Ann's eyes, penetrating to her very soul. She owned this woman, if only for a day. "Cum for me, pet," she finally commanded. Instantaneously, Ann's body convulsed and tensed. Monique saw her jaw clench and her face tighten, almost as if she were in agony, and saw the firm muscles of her belly quivering. Laura stopped her loving caresses of the taut breasts and grasped the two stiff nipples, squeezing them and stretching them away from Ann's chest.

Ann groaned as her nipples erupted in pain, sending more thrills through her already aroused body. The orgasm peaked and then peaked again and again. She whimpered and moaned but never took her eyes off of her mistress. Finally, out of sheer self preservation, her fingers stopped moving. It had all been so intense. It could not go on much longer or she was sure she would die. She collapsed back against Laura, feeling the pillowy breasts of the younger woman flattened against he back. Laura wrapped her arms around Ann and rocked her before leaning forward, turning the other woman's head and kissing her.

"What did you learn, little one?" asked Monique after Ann had recovered.

"That I'm a slut."

Laura had to stifle a giggle at the response. Monique just smiled and nodded. "Of course you are a slut. You are my slut. What else did you learn?"

"I don't know, Mistress."

"Hopefully, you learned that submission is something that is given; not taken from you. And that control can be achieved without the use of whips and chains."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you."

The rest of the day continued to stretch and test Ann. She only once came close to using her safeword and that was early in the afternoon when Monique commanded Laura and her to have sex with each other to entertain her. She had never done that before and thought that it would be disgusting. But she persevered and received another intense orgasm. By mid afternoon, she found her face buried between Monique's thighs, pleasuring her mistress and silently proclaiming herself to be bisexual. When Steve got home in the late afternoon, Monique had her ride his massive shaft and there was not even a glimmer of resistance. She had completely surrendered herself to Monique.

At five thirty, Monique stopped the training and had Ann shower and prepare to go home. While she was showering, she tried to remember how many orgasms she had that day. It was hard to count, though. Did the first one of the day count as one or was it several climaxes? The same thing happened when she had Steve's cock deep within her with Monique and Laura as an audience. If she counted each of those as just one, then she climaxed five times. It was a highly successful day in her mind.

After Ann left, Monique thought back on the day. She would let Ann experience life as a dominant in the coming weeks but she was absolutely certain that Ann was a natural submissive. Ann thought about the day also as she drove home. It had been wicked and thrilling and humiliating and erotic. She had loved it. She could not imagine performing the dominant role and she considered calling Monique to rearrange to upcoming training to focus on her being a submissive.