Melody’s relationship with Lady Amanda’s sub Eric deepens, the two of them indulging their curiosity to explore kinks beyond what their Master and Mistress would approve. Meanwhile, Melody has to overcome her jealousy and help Master enjoy the prize she won for him – the use, for a night, of a beautiful and fragile submissive. When her jealousy prompts Melody to choose a frightening anal hook to use on the girl, Master teaches her that choices have consequences.
Later, Melody takes Kim to the fetish club, and ends up having to submit to Lady Amanda in order to keep her eager but inexperienced friend safe from Lady Amanda’s whip.
This 11,000 word story is the latest episode in Melody’s BDSM journey.
Melody adjusted the black silk trench coat, ensuring that the front showed a suitable amount of cleavage, and that the hem was hanging evenly at mid-thigh. It was her favorite garment – almost the first gift her Master had given her to wear for him. The soft boots were another gift – as was virtually all of her ‘play’ wardrobe. They had high, stiletto heels, and gripped her slender legs in buttery black leather like a lover’s hands. The last time she’d worn these boots had been the night he’d given them to her, when he’d taken her to the fetish club and she’d won a wager for him – a wager whose prize he’d be enjoying tonight.
As per his instructions, the coat and boots were all she wore. Her Master had an extensive collection of other items that he might make her wear for him, but very few of those would be considered clothes. Melody gave a small shiver of anticipation, her lips quirking upward in a small smile as she checked her makeup. After Melody had confessed that she didn’t feel very capable in that area, Master had sent her to learn from some of the finest makeup artists in town. Today she’d gone for strong, dark eyes – a midnight blue just above her eyes blending to a paler shade just beneath her eyebrows – giving her a mysterious, almost sinister look, while lipstick in a deep burgundy emphasized her mouth. Yes, she was pleased with her look – just as well, given tonight’s agenda.
Once inside, she paused for effect before slowly untying the belt of her coat and allowing him to help her take it off. She turned, wearing nothing but thigh-high boots and a smile, a warm glow of pride spreading through her at the look in his eyes.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Melody lowered her eyes, as was proper, following him into the apartment. Accepting a glass of wine, she sank to her knees in front of his chair with a contented sigh.
The doorbell rang almost immediately.
“That will be Annabel. Show her in please, Melody.”
Annabel was her Master’s prize for the wager that Melody had won – a wager she had entered into with Lady Amanda, a Dominatrix, at the fetish club. In entering the wager, Melody had gone against her Master’s instructions. For that, she’d been duly punished. Nonetheless, she had won, and his prize was Annabel, one of the Dominatrix’ pets, for one night. Melody knew nothing about Annabel, other than that Lady Amanda had said that her Master wanted her, and had done for some time. Melody had felt a spark of jealousy flare into life when she’d heard that – a spark that still burned tonight.
The spark grew into a flame as Melody opened the door and got her first look at Annabel. Quite simply, the girl was stunning – petite and slender, with a cascade of coppery curls falling around her shoulders, and the greenest eyes Melody had ever seen. Those eyes widened as Annabel took in Melody’s costume…or lack of it, her delicately freckled skin reddening as she blushed.
“You must be Annabel.”
A nervous nod.
“Come in. He’s waiting for you.”
The girl’s throat moved as she swallowed, her fingers twining together as she stepped into the apartment.
Annabel accepted a glass of wine, holding it in front of her with both hands as she stood in the center of the room, facing the Master’s chair. Melody could see ripples on the dark surface of the liquid as the girl trembled.
Master’s voice was grave but kind.
“Did Lady Amanda explain the circumstances of your visit here, Annabel?”
“Yes, Sir. I am your prize in a wager, I understand.”
“And you accept this? You know you are free to leave, at any time, if you wish.”
“I will do as my Mistress commands, Sir.”
Master’s eyes held a warm glow of approval, Melody noted, the jealous flame inside her getting a little hotter.
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