Avis's Collection (Closed)

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Her cries could be easily heard throughout the house as Steven lapped, sucked and gnawed his way in and out of her pussy. Jezebel watched him for as long as her senses would allow. Eventually though her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted to drag in gulps of air that her lungs were starving for. She felt each push and pull of his teeth, every thrust of his fingers, and every lick of his wet tongue. The sensations moved through her. Her grip on her ankles held firm. Her knuckles growing white as she fought the desire to close her legs on her Master’s head and keep him locked against her. The tips of her well-manicured nails dug into her soft, creamy flesh. The pain was ignored as she continued to squeal in delight.

Words fell easily from her lips. Please. Yes. More. Master. . .Fuck. God. Coming. . .all of them flowed together, one right after the other. Her juices exploded from her pussy. Her thighs were soaked with nectar. Her pulse beat throughout every joint of her system and she jerked whenever he lashed at her sensitive flesh. When he came up for air, she opened her eyes and briefly took in his wet, soaked appearance. It drove her to another climax as she watched him hungrily lick up the nectar that had gathered on his face.

“Master,” she cried as she came again. Her hands remained clasped, but she fell back on the bed, her pussy openly exposed even further as her hips rose to meet his thrusting digits and over-eager mouth. “PLEASE!” she shouted.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Loving her lewd, helpless cries for more, as she held herself open to whatever invasion he wished, Steven pressed on, until her most recent orgasm faded, and left her panting. He could see how her arms shook from the strain to obey his command to hold her own legs so open. He originally had plans of taking her from behind as she stood, but doubted if she;d enjoy that much now, after having held legs apart so long – so he took pity, and told her to release her grip.

No sooner had she let her arms fall to her sides, and her beautiful legs collapse in toward her, in an instinct to protect what had been so ravished and accessible, then he practically picked her up by the shoulders and tossed her further up the bed. In the same motion he joined her, and lifted her legs up into the air with one arm – wrapping his arm around them to hold them together as her feet were tossed over his shoulder. Using her legs to pull her ass off the bed, she was lifted to the right height for him to plunge his cock deep inside his pet. She was extremely wet, and still tight from the previous orgasms, so he just left his shaft still inside her, letting her adjust to him for a moment. When he began thrusting, it was with long, hard strokes – increased by his pull on her. He absolutely loved fucking her. There was nothing and no one that could ever really compare, and he told her as much between grunts as he repeatedly slammed into her.

 

[PaintaPicture]

After Jezebel left the room it was as if lydia could let go of herself and relax more. Taking a deep breath she took her heels off massaging her feet and then unclipping her stockings and removing them as well setting them away in a dresser that was there. She quickly found towels and set them out as she continued undressing and combing out her hair.

After putting all her things away in the dresser and organzing her shoes and laying out her pajamas she walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She was never very fond of the way she looked. She wanted to be curvy and sexy, yet she had a narrow frame and was rather plain in her oppinion. She was always rather thin but that was because of her running habits mostly, that and her Mistress rationed what she ate and wanted her to be perfect at all times. She wanted to be more like Jezebel, she was gorgeous in lydia's mind and she stepped into the shower before she continued to keep judging herself.

She cleaned herself thoroughly and made sure she was clean as well as hair free on her legs, under arms, and crotch. She quickly dryed off and combed her hair, putting it into 2 pigtail braids wanting it to be wavy in the morning. She pulled on a large t-shirt, panties, and a pair of boxer shorts. She had seen Jezebel's clothing for the bed, but Master Avis didnt give her instruction on what to wear to bed or what to wear on the run the following morning.

Thats when she heard the moans of a rather pleased sub. Jezebel's moans were loud and lydia deffinately could tell she was enjoying herself. Lydia then set out her running shorts, a longsleeved shirt, running sneakers and socks trying to ignore the sounds that were being made. She made sure everything was in place and she turned the lights off and crawled into bed, hoping that someone would wake her since she had no alarm clock.

Trying to ignore things still she pinched her eyes shut and curled herself into a ball on the bed. What Jezebel didnt realize that Lydia was more jealous than she was. Lydia wanted everything she had, she'd be happy with half of what she had. She fought tears as her Mistress' words haunted her head from the last day they spoke. When being told one is usless, unwantable, and ugly amongst other things it's hard to get those thoughts out; she prayed that this would help take that all away. It had been 9 months since it had happened but it was something that was life changing and dramatic and not easy to get over. But for now it was sleep and trying to ignore the sounds of love making coming from the other room.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The feel of his cock possessing her, filled Jezebel with the heat and desire that was renewed from her earlier climax. Her pussy constricted around his shaft, stroking and gripping it with the fleshiness and liquid silk that had cascaded from her. She clawed at his arms, holding her more erect as he pounded into her. The hold however was brief as her passion was driven higher with each thrust. Her hands fell away to her breasts and she pulled, twisted, and teased the hard points of her tits. She cried out his name, begged him for more and her Master delivered willingly.

She came again. Screaming and showering him with vile curses that fell easily from her pink lips. Her pussy quivered as juices sprayed out, flowing thickly over his cock and sliding freely to mingle with the curls of his sex. The sound and scent of sex was everywhere and she breathed it in, relishing it.

Gone were the thoughts of her competition and how she would strive to make sure she was irreplaceable. She refused to think about anything but the man inside her, and even if she had the inkling to, she wouldn’t have been able. Her Master was content with driving her mad. “Master,” she cried, “Come in your slut. Ohh... fuck yes. Use me. Please Master. Fuck me. I need your come.” Her breath was ragged, her words coming between gasps. Her pussy tightened and held firmly his thick rod and she whimpered. “Please Master. I want it so bad. I want your come. Please.”

Another climax was on the edge. One that promised to be as mind-numbing as any she’d had before. However she wanted to wait for him to join her. She loved to feel the hot juices of her sex splash with the warm seeds of his climax. “Fuck!” She grunted and held onto his dick for dear life as she fought to hold herself till he was ready.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven, Master, slammed into his pet, and relished how her body tensed through another orgasm – rippling through her muscles, and gripping his cock firmly. He didn't stop, only slowed slightly for her to adjust, and then resume pounding her cunt with his cock.

He loved her dirty pleas and she was not quiet about any of them either, not shy to let the world know what she loved from him. That had taken a lot of work for her – months of training. She had been denied anything that truly pleased during sex until she begged. Then she had to learn to beg louder. Now his pet would advertise her desires to be used to anyone, and likely anywhere, so long as he was there to protect her. She was learning to let her inner slut run wild, so long as she knew he permitted, and wanted it.

Each thrust into her was a wet slap that seemed to echo, adding a beat to the song of her moans and whimpers. He knew what she was doing, her increasing grip on her own tits, and twisted up face told of how she was trying to hold back another orgasm. She wanted the reward of coming together. He knew that over the day's events, and how the night had originally been planned for her rewards, and had turned sour, this was the least he could do. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't trying to hold back himself – she always pleased him so well that it took a lot of effort to last long enough any more.

Master Avis rammed into his pet several more times, and no longer concentrating on delaying his pleasure, felt the familiar tingle in his balls, as his seed made its way up, and finally fired deep into her tight pussy. A loud, unintelligible yell accompanied his release, and he felt her walls contract around him in her own climax that she'd been holding onto. Panting, he praised her for coming, as he continued to drive into her with his spent tool, coaxing her bliss out.

When both had finished, he fell to the bed beside his pet, and grabbed her face between both hands and force a powerful, demanding, hungry kiss on her – his tongue seeking her's in need.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel put as much desire, passion and enthusiasm into her kiss as she could muster up. A throbbing of desire rolled and pitched in her stomach and she wondered, like she had a million times before, how he could still arouse her after a session that was so intense. He did though and knew it, so it was no surprise that the kiss was one that seemed to drag on for a lengthy time.

When they finally did part, she was left breathless and sighing hopelessly against his moist lips. She lay over him. Her skin covered in sweat that mingled with his. It glistened in the lighting and she marveled at the way his body felt under hers. Her hand rested on his stomach, just inches from his limp and come-covered sex. She made her way down his form and began to bathe away the evidence of their joining. It wasn’t something he ever forced on her, but it was something she always did and had always found pleasure in it.

Her hands never touched his cock, or his balls, only her tongue eased the juices from his skin, so not a drop of their loving was wasted. When she was done, she looked up into his eyes and smiled like a cat that had devoured the tastiest cream. Her teeth pulled on her lower lip as she slipped from the bed and padded to the bathroom, ran some water onto a cloth and then returned to wipe the heated flesh of her Master.

Once she was done, she disposed of the soiled linen and quickly washed her own sweaty body, making sure to cleanse every inch and orifice, in case her Master would need her in the morning, which was often the case.

Jezebel returned to the bed and waited for him to draw her to him. It didn’t take long before she was resting within the crook of his arm and one of his hands was claiming her cunt. She closed her eyes and whispered her love to him, then tried to think of nothing that may or may not occur come morning.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

He just lay then, enjoying every delightful lick of his pet's tongue as she worked to clean him in her own way. This had been something she had come up with, just after she truly accepted the idea of being totally submissive. At first he figured it had been her way of showing her dedication to him, and this life. But it had evolved, as she had, and now knew it for what it was – her act of love and worship.

And so he said nothing, just watched and enjoyed. Even after she left and returned with a wet cloth to finish his intimate bath. She disappeared only once more, and knew she had returned to him clean and ready for bed. Her whispers of love were the last thing spoken in his bed, as he held her possessively, again with one hand cupping her sex, and felt his pet drift off to sleep. He was not far behind her, the fluctuating emotions of the day finally getting the better of him.

Despite the rough day, or maybe because of it, he slept very well, and only woke because of the alarm clock. He groaned, but practiced restraint, even at this hour, and reached over to gently shut it off – versus smashing it to tiny pieces like he wanted to. “Seems it is time for our morning pet.” he hated bringing up lydia so soon, but jez had never told him if the girl would be joining them or not. “I'm not sure what you decided, but if You invited our guest, you should go wake her up.”

He stretched and yawned in bed, finally slipping from the cover and walking to the bathroom. As soon as he had taken care of morning business, and brushed his teeth, Steven set out his pet's clothes for their morning work out. Tight shorts, but no more so then many girls her age wore, a sports bra, and tank top, running shoes and socks, and finally a golden chain bracelet with a heart lock. He never had her wear a collar while working out, worried she might night be able to breath correctly, so the chain and lock served to mark her as his.

He put on a simple running suit, and went down stairs to get bottles of water out of the refrigerator. Since his pet had left, he assumed he would need three.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door of Lydia’s room. She opened it carefully and eased her way inside, closing it easily behind her. The woman in the bed slept soundly, or so she seemed to. Her body was curled under thick blankets and her chest rose in a timely, soothing motion. She padded over, dressed in the clothes her Master had laid out for her and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Lydia,” she whispered, and shook the woman’s shoulder with a gentle push, “it’s time to wake up.” She shook her again and watched as Lydia slowly rolled to face her, followed quickly by a yawn and a stretch.

Jezebel rose from her spot on the bed and stood up. “Master and I will be downstairs, take your time, but don’t waste time. He likes to run early and then we’ve got the playroom and the rest of the house to care for. A shower would be fine though, incase a morning one is something you normally do.”

“I’ll see you downstairs,” she said and then headed back to her Master, who she found in the kitchen.

“Lydia should be down once she’s readied herself, Master,” Jezebel told him before reaching for a glass of Orange Juice and enjoying it’s sweet nectar as it rushed down her throat.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia felt her shoulders being shook and slowly rolled over to see Jezebel trying to wake her up. She wiped her eyes and nodded her head.
"yeah i'm getting up...thanks for inviting me along. I'll see you downstairs."
She got up and brushed her teeth and left her hair in the pig tail braids and pulled on her shorts, sports bra, long sleeved shirt, sneakers and socks.

She then quickly ran down stairs and met Master Avis and Jez and saw what she was wearing. Lydia realized what she was wearing wasnt anything like Jez' outfit but tryed not to think much of it. This was what she usually wore when she went running and hoped Master avis wouldnt mind.

She stood quietly and waited for them. She remained quiet and to herself not sure how they did things. If stretching was involved or how long they ran and or how far. She was a big runner and figured she'd be able to handle the distance and their speed. And if not she always loved a challenge, especially when it came to running.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven watched his sub drain the orange liquid, as she began showing her fear once more. Fear of her life, her own insecurities over what another woman represented. He wanted to shout out that he;d never take the girl until jez was alright with it. He'd never claim another without her welcoming the new sub. But he couldn't tell her these things, and so he just stepped up behind her, holding her tight against him and kissed her neck. “It's just a run. She holds no hold over my desire or heart. I will use her to advance your training, and nothing more for now.” He nibbled on her ear, and poured himself a glass of the juice.

He was finishing that as lydia entered, looking like a professional runner. “I think we mere armatures may be in trouble this morning,” he joked. He made his way over to lydia, and removed her simple collar, setting it down on the counter. “I don't want you to have trouble breathing, it will be here for you when we return,” he explained.

“Come along my two lovelies, lets stretch out front, and then get started. Leading them outside, he locked the door behind them, and walked to the grass, and began making sure his muscles were warmed up. As he did, he watched the girls, now having twice the scenery – jezebel in her outfit, looking like the perfect girl, and lydia, beautiful in her more practical way, the pig tails adding something he couldn't put his finger on.

When he and jezebel ran, he always did one lap around their two mile trail with her, and then let her run another at her own pace – knowing her younger body needed a greater challenge then he did in his mid 40's. Today it seemed she might have a running partner, or challenger for her second lap.

“Ready you two?” He jogged out a ways and waited for them to follow before moving into a run.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel didn’t have much to say to either her Master or their guest. She had resigned herself to the fact that Lydia was there to stay and so if she wanted to try and make the most of the time she had before she was replaced, then she would do so, with a smile on her face and hidden fear in her chest. As they ran she kept the same pace she normally kept. The last thing on her mind was racing the newcomer or showing her up. She didn’t want to try and be something she wasn’t; already she was insecure, she didn’t need to add inept to the mix as well.

Her thoughts traveled back to Steven’s words. He claimed that Lydia had no claim on his heart, nor a hold on his desire. Yet she knew how he had responded to the woman during the party, enough so that he had invited her to their home. Her brow furrowed as she tried to believe the last bit of his words. . .her training, nothing more. She would have to trust that, believe it and repeat the words constantly before she could relax and feel it were true.

She glanced at Lydia and thought back to their conversation the night before. The girl had said she wasn’t there to replace her, that she’d never do that to another sub. But what did Lydia really have to say in the matter. She didn’t really. If Steven found her appealing then he could move her in, and over time Jez would be shoved out. She thought of making the young woman’s time in the house difficult, making her life miserable enough that she’d run away, leaving her safe and secure in her world with no one but her Master as her companion.

Then she thought of the disappointment Avis would feel in her and how he would easily recognize any form of manipulation she attempted. He was more experienced with life and knew his way around the block, so to speak. No she would have to trust him that he truly meant all he had said that night and this morning. She would have to accept whatever plans he had for them and deal with them as they were pressed on her.

The run continued and Jezebel pushed away the fear, hoping and praying she wasn’t making the biggest mistake in her life, by opening herself up even further and giving even more trust to the man she’d known for just over a year.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Once they had finnished stretching and began their run lydia had time to think about things. She had time in bed the night before to think about and analyze things but it was her morning run where she did most of her pondering about what was to come with the rest of the day...or week for that matter. The pace they were going at was nice and smooth, a bit slow for her taste but she wasnt goinng to complain she was just happy that she was invited to go along with them.

As they continued she took in the scenery and tryed to calm her mind. She was curious as what would happen that day, to what Master avis had in store for them. And she prayed that Jez wouldnt still be as jealous. Lydia wished that there was someway to reassure her that she was not going to take her place....ever. She didnt even consider it, in the slightest. She had been through pain and wouldnt want another sub to have to feel that kind of hurt.

But what if Master Avis did want her to stay on more permanent terms? The thought had just crossed her mind and she thought about laughing at it. She was just there temporarily as an assistant basically, but if she got invited back she would most likely accept the request. Or maybe he could help her mind a Master or Mistress of her own. Maybe he knew someone that wanted a sub, she could deffinately be that sub. Of course she'd want to meet that person first and make sure she could get along with them but it'd be nice to have that kind of relationship again.

She kept running and thinking and day dreaming. Hopefully today would go more smoothly than the previous night had.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

He watched how both subs seemed to become lost in their own thoughts as they ran. Both were graceful, in their own way. Lydia obviously holding back her potential at this activity, in order to stay with the group, while Jezebel maintained their usual pace, making it look easy, but still obviously working at it. He had planned to let them have 20 minutes more of running, after he was done, but thought better of it. Jezebel was not the runner lydia was, and did not wish to leave her feeling outclassed again.

So after their 2 miles run, he told them to stretch out again in front of the house. “That should be enough for today, I don't want anyone to get worn out before the day really begins.” Leading them into the house, and locking the door behind them, he looked up and down the sweaty, tone bodies of the two subs in his home. “lydia, you may shower in the guest room, and get ready for the day. Jezebel will bring you something to wear once she has finished showering.”

As they left lydia to her shower, Steven took jezebel's hand in his, and led her upstairs. “I wish to shower with my pet, before I let you run of with our guest.” He smiled at her, knowing she would never run off to be with anyone else, unless told to do so.

Unlocking her bracelet, and helping his young submissive out of her clothes, Steven looked at his pet with a light in his eyes, that spoke of how much she was cherished. He was reminded last night how fragile she could be, and so would treat her like the rare, delicate flower she was today, though her training would continue.

“Why don;t you get the water ready pet? I'll be right there.” He began undressing himself, and putting all the sweaty clothes in their hamper, her bracelet was put away, and he went to choose her outfit for the day.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Their run came to an end and Lydia wished she could go longer but didnt say anything. This was just the one thing that calmed her down and took all the nervousness out of her. It truely helped her relax and organize her thoughts. But as they got back to the house Lydia stretched all her muscles and then went inside with Jez and Master Avis.

She then heard her instructions to shower and wait for Jez to bring her the outfit that she was to wear that day. She left and went to her room and undressed and took down her hair getting into the shower taking a nice long hot shower. Telling herself it was a new day, and new things would happen and that things would go much more smoothly.

Afterwards she got out and dryed off. She blew dryed her hair and then frenchbraied it into pigtails and smiled in satisfaction with the way her hair looked. She wasnt sure about makeup and didnt put any on since she didnt know what her outfit would be and didnt want the make up to not match what she would be wearing.

She then waited for her outfit to be brought to her. While she waited she found a good spot and decided to do some yoga. Going through the sun salutations, warrior poses, and tree poses keeping herself well stretched out for the days activities. She liked her flexibilty and was rather proud of it. It made up for her lack of true strength. She had muscles but she wasnt one who lifted weights offten. She cleared her mind and continued waiting.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The water ran at a perfect temperature for not only Jezebel, but for Steven as well. She waited for him to appear and when he did, she stepped in after him. It wasn't long before she was lathering his body with the frothy bubbles of a soap that bore no scent. She was glad that he preferred the fragrance of maleness and not some underlying hint of girly blossoms for his body, she however often enjoyed the hint of strawberries that filled her hair when it was shampooed and conditioned. Strawberries, cherries, raspberries... all red fruits a fact not easily lost on a redhead.

Once she was done washing and rinsing her Master, she was treated to the same pleasures as she'd given him. His hands swept knowingly over her figure and though he aroused her, it was never to the point of coming or even hinting at wanting to fuck her with abandon, though she knew and suspected he did too, that she'd be more than willing. However, Jezebel also understood that today there was another to contend with, a house guest and too pleasure themselves mindlessly while the young submissive waited for her clothing would be rude.

They finished the shower in record time considering the ability to stir ones senses with mere looks. Jezebel stepped free of the shower, and waited for Steven to follow. She shut off the water and turned to dry his slippery form. Once again she was drawn to every dip and curve of his body, longing to once again feel it pressed against her. Once again the thought of another in their home forced her to stop and she took on an almost mechanical tone to her job. When she felt he was dry, she stepped back, picked up a fresh, clean towel and offered it to him.

She stood there as he took his time lavishing her body with caresses covered by thick cotton. When he was finished, her body was warm and tingled in several sensitive places. She looked up into his eyes, smiled and took the liberty to kiss him, before he gave her the instructions on what clothes to give to their house guest.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Their shower was wonderful, as always. It had become a comfortable act over the year – she knew just what to do, and knew what he would do for her. Words were hardly needed. When they were clean, and she was dry, he reluctantly pulled his hands from her perfect body. His tool was thick, if not fully errect from their intimate bathing, and he turned and made sure she focused on that fact for a moment. “The things you do to me Pet,” he commented, as he parted from their kiss. She knew when she was allowed to seek them on her own, and showers, the begging, and the end of the day were always reserved for more free displays of affection – in both directions.

Stepping away he motioned her through the door leading to the Master bedroom, wear two outfits lay on the large bed. One was obviously for his jezebel. It was her school girl outfit – complete with high heel platform Mary Jane style shoes, knee high stockings with bows at the top, a tiny pleated skirt of gray and pink plaid, a tiny shirt that tied in the front with 'Pet' written in sequins the right breast. Along with that were her shiny cuffs and collar, with pink ribbons, and a patent leather leash.

Beside her clothing was a similar set, though with a black top, and a predominantly red plaid skirt, and lace up black knee high stockings. He turned to his lovely pet, her collar in hand. “I figured since we talked about lessons so much, that we might as well have a couple school girls today.” He buckled it behind her neck, and kissed her deeply once the symbol of his ownership was in place. lydia could resume using her simple collar from yesterday. “I love you Pet, and I promise not to hurt you. Try to keep an open mind, and all will go well. Why don't you take lydia down her clothes, and the two of you can get ready together. You might need help putting your beautiful hair up in pig tails. Ask her to wear some appropriate shoes, I didn't know her size.”

He didn't want to let go of his pet, naked save for her neck, looking vulnerable. But he had more to teach this girl, and it would begin today. Gently though, considering the shock of the night before.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She picked up the clothes her Master had laid out for her and Lydia. On the way to the guest room, she chewed nervously on her lower lip. Today was the day. The phrase kept running back and forth in her head as each step brought her closer to the woman who was to somehow help her be a better submissive.

Jezebel thought for a moment on that particular tidbit. What could Lydia teach her? Surely Steven had seen something in the young woman that had drawn him to her besides sex. Jezebel knew her Master enjoyed the things they did sexually, that she never doubted, but what was it that he saw in Lydia that he did not see in her. It was hard for her to not see herself as lacking, but she knew that this was her problem not Steven’s. She’d do her Master’s bidding as best she could.

Lightly she tapped on the door, walked in and glanced around until spotting Lydia. “Good morning,” she said, then closed the door behind her. “Master Avis has picked out our wardrobe for this morning. School girl outfits.”

She walked over and placed Lydia’s on the edge of the bed, then offered to help her dress. In return she asked if she’d help her with her hair, explaining that Steven wished it to be in pigtails. She also made the offer to help the young sub do her hair.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia almost didnt hear Jezebel's knock on the door but quickly snapped back into reality when hearing the door open and the other sub's voice. She smiled slightly seeing her and taking the outfit and looking at it. He picked colors that they both seemed to like and go best with their individual 'look'. Lydia was just pretty happy that he wasnt trying to get her to wear anything frilly, with bows, and bright colors...it really wasnt her thing. She was never really a "girly-girl" but did appreciate a nice piece of lacey lingerie.

When Jezebel asked help with her hair Lydia smiled again and nodded. She was at a loss for words once again. Everytime she was around someone that she needed to get along with or impress she froze up and could barely speek. But she'd calm down soon enough and be able to get all the jitters out of her. She was just nervous about their day and wanted to prove to jez that what she had promised her the night before was the whole truth, she was not going to replace her...ever.

Lydia grabbed a pair of high heels she thought would go best with the outfit since they were the closest thing she had that would match atleast somewhat. She had gotten them before and loved them and was glad she had an excuse to wear them again. After putting them with her outfit she walked over to Jezebel to help with her hair and grabbed a hair brush and two hair elastics finding pink ones and going back over.
"I hope you dont mind me like brushing your hair out and stuff to make it all even...no body wants lop-sided ponytails."
She took a deep breath parting her hair and brushing it out and tieing off one side to get it out of the way and worked on one side making it high enough to be cute but not over doing it. And then doing the same to the other side inspecting it and then letting her look.
"Tell me if that works, if not i'll fix it. And as for my hair i'm going to leave it in the french braid pig tails. Since our outfits are different i guess are hair can be, plus you look way cuter with pigtails than i ever will, i feel like that make my head look funny if i dont braid them."

She shrugged and giggled slightly as she sat on the bed and pulled on a pair of black boy short cut panties that didnt quite cover everything. Then putting on the stockings, lacing them up properly and getting her skirt and top on. She put the shoes on securing the strap and standing and walking to the bathroom to look at herself and then remembered the collar and grabbed it securing it around her neck. It felt weird to put it on herself since she had only done it maybe a handful of times in her life, her mistress had always enjoyed doing it. She then walked back over to Jez and went to see if she needed any more help and then thought about something.
"Did he say anything about make-up? Do you think we should put some on or just stay like this?"

And at that she knew the day was going to be awkward, at least for a little while. Jez had oppened up to her the night before but Lydia never told her how she felt but that had always been a hard thing for her; to talk about how she really felt and show some true emotion. she waited for Jezebel and fiddled with the silver necklace that her mistress had given her and that lydia had removed. She missed her old collar that one had felt natural on her, the one she wore now felt out of place and was also a bit scratchy on her skin. It deffinately wasnt the softest things, but she'd get over it since it didnt bother her that much.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel chewed on her lower lip as Lydia fixed her hair, she’d gotten lost in the sensation of another brushing her hair, a feeling of euphoria often accompanied her whenever her hair was toyed with in such a gentle manner. She sighed when the young woman’s fingers finally left the long red locks, proclaiming her hair ready for Avis.

“Make up?” she whispered, more to herself than anything else, “Umm. . .no he didn’t ask for any so we shouldn’t put any on. Sometimes if he’s wanting to have a true, dirty slut then we’ll dress up with loads of color, but for today I think he’s going for that innocent look.” She shrugged her shoulders and turned to look at the other woman.

She inspected her much like any woman would when another was entering her “territory.” “You’re pretty,” she suddenly said out of no where, reaching up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind the other girl’s ear. “I can see why he picked you. You’re different than I am.”

Her hand fell to her side; she cocked her head and smiled softly. “Different is good. Change is too. . .I think.” Her smile told her she was nervous and she suspected Lydia was too. She reached out and took her hand. “Let’s go see what our Teacher has planned for today.”

 

[PaintaPicture]

Her question about make up was answered and it made sense so she didnt do anything about it. Lucky for her that if he wanted that slutty look she had appropriate make-up for that. They faced each other and she knew Jezebel was giving her the once over and she looked away while she did and adjusted the loaned collar on her neck to make sure it was perfectly straight and it was still kind of uncomfortable. But what she heard next made her eyes shoot up to meet Jezebel's. She had said that she was pretty and it made her smile and the way she said it she knew it was sincere.

"Thank you."
She blushed slightly as the other sub tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and gave her a small smile. She nodded that she was infact different, in many ways. She nodded her head in agreeance that both different and change were good wanting to say something, give an oppinion on something. Jez took her hand and Lydia said a soft "okay" to what she said about going to see what her Master had planned that day.

She continued holding onto the other girl's hand as they made their way to the living room to wait for Him. Once they got there and they both waited Lydia noticed she was still holding Jezebel's hand and let go figuring she no longer felt the need to hold her hand. She looked around the room and had seen it before when Master Avis had given her permission to inspect the house but she looked more indepthly this time. Lots of birds in the pictures he had up and it was a very pretty room. She wanted to break the silence and make small talk but she wanted to reassure Jez about what she had said the previous night.

She turned back to face her and swallowed.
"I just wanted to tell you again that i'm not here to replace you or hurt you in any ways, it was and will never be my intention. I just...I dont know..."
She took a deep breath and looked away and then back at her all the while keeping her voice low and personal.
"He just...made me feel like i was worth something and not just some Mistress' cast aside leftovers."
She had actually been called that by her Mistress which made it even harder to say to Jez. This was lydia opening up and it was inredibly hard but felt a bit better that she could say that to Jezebel and maybe over the week they could become a bit closer and talk more, she still had the task of becoming friends with her and things seem to have improved. She gave the beautiful red haired sub a tiny smile and went back to being the shy and quiet sub that she was and waited for Master Avis to come down.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel watched Lydia take in the décor of the room. She hadn't addressed the comment about her being there to replace or not replace Jezebel. She knew she should though and after a moment she sat down, offering the girl a place beside her. “I'm not going to lie to you. I am scared that's why he brought you here, to replace me. He says he hasn't and I know that he isn't lying to me either. It's just... well, why bring you in the first place? I know he said it was to teach me things, to train me in some way, but what was lacking in me that he feels I need 'fixed'?”

She pulled her legs up to the couch, tucked them under herself and crossed her arms in front of her. “You are different than I am. I like the frills and pretty things; lace, ribbons, sparkles. You like ... well, different stuff. I don't want to say plain, because your far from plain and you carry yourself and the clothes you wear very well. They are just different. . . more subtle. Innocent.”

Her lower lip was pulled in by her teeth and she chewed lightly on it, looked around to make sure her Master was not near and then resumed her confession. “Is that what he wants more of? Innocence? Have I been too girly for him? Everything seemed fine and then suddenly we go to this party, he meets you, feels something for you and wham here you are. It just happened so fast and I wasn't prepared for it.”

Jezebel unhooked her arms and set her legs back down. “I love him so very much and would do anything to make him happy, even change if that is what he asks of me. Though I know it would be hard to do. I'm sorry your Mistress treated you so badly. Last night . . .” she shuddered and closed her eyes as she recalled the feeling of loss that she'd felt when she feared she was being tossed aside, “I realized the depth of pain that Steven would bring down on me if he left me as your Mistress did you. I would be devastated and would either crave another Master's touch because I needed it, or simply crawl away and deal with it in a manner that would condemn me to hell.”

The young redhead leaned over and hugged Lydia. “You're very brave to come here. I will do all I can to learn from you and be a friend too. Just...” she pulled away, “if you feel he does want me to go, you'll be honest with me. We're adults and well... I would rather know he's happy with someone, even if it isn't me than be lied to and made fun of behind my back.” She eased away from the girl and again found herself chewing on her lower lip.

 

[PaintaPicture]

There was a pause after Lydia spoke and she joined Jezebel as she sat and looked at her as she spoke. She was scared and Lydia completely understood and she continued to go on about her getting 'fixed' in some way and she was going to interject and say something but then decided against it. She decided to just listen for a moment and then speak. What she said next made her feel a bit awkward. The way they dressed and looked, the other girl noting she liked 'pretty things' and it made lydia feel like what she had wasnt pretty but didnt think that that was what she meant by saying it.

She adjusted her skirt a little and then moved her arms around her stomach feeling like she should cover herself up. Despite what lydia thought of herself jez said she wasnt plain and carried herself well and she muscled a smile at that but didnt think of herself as subtle but maybe innocent. Jez mentioned the party and lydia thought about it and for all she knew it could have been a pity invite, but didnt want to think of it that way. She continued to nod her head with what she was saying but she mentioned her Mistress and all the pain and she swallowed the knot in her throat and looked away and then back up at her.

She then felt the other sub embrace her in a hug and she moved her arms to hug her back and said a soft 'thank you' when she called her brave. She said be a friend and that made Lydia feel a little better but she pulled back and mentioned honesty and lydia nodded.
"I will always tell you the truth. If it's something personal to me i may choose not to tell you but i wont lie to you...i promise."

Lydia felt much better about this and decided to talk about something less intense and deeply emotional. She saw the other girl chewing her lip and noticed that this seemed to be a habit of hers.
"Your lips are way to beautiful to be chewed on. You're tense, worried and i am too but we should attempt at trying to relax some."
She smiled slightly at her and ran her hand over her arm a little and then backed off. Lydia liked being physically close with people and since she was growing a bit more comfortable with Jez she decided to see if she could get physically comfortable with her. Yes she had fingered this girl to an orgasm but that wasnt on their terms. She wanted it to be on their terms so that if/when Master Avis made them do things it wouldnt be too awkward.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel listened to Lydia speak and wanted to believe her. Deep in her heart she did, it was her mind that was doing the battling. She watched the young woman’s fingers move across her skin and found a warmth flowing softly against her flesh. Her eyes shifted from the touching digits to the face of the girl who had been thrust into her life. She didn’t want to like Lydia, but she knew it was impossible not too. She smiled softly and reclaimed the one girl’s hand when she pulled it away.

“We’ll get along fine,” she told her, “I think we needed this... this time away from Steven and a moment to ourselves to talk... get things out in the open.”

She squeezed her hand, then chewed on her lip again. Immediately she recalled Lydia’s words and released the tender flesh; a warm blush flooded her pale features. “Thanks for the compliment about my lips,” she told her, before subconsciously licking them. “It’s a bad habit I know, but it’s not one I’ve ever been able to break. Oh, and when I’m concentrating on something really hard... like writing or painting, my tongue sticks out a bit and I don’t even know I’m doing it.”

A soft giggle left her throat as she thought of her other habits. Her hand released Lydia’s and she rose from the chair. “Master Avis sure is taking his sweet time this morning,” she muttered in a soft voice, one that spoke of humor more than annoyance, “maybe he’s forgotten about us?” She winked at Lydia and grinned wide, knowing full well Steven would never forget to beautiful subs were waiting for his appearance.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven had finished getting himself ready, in another fine suit, and emerged from his room well groomed. One had to be in control of themselves in order to expect others to submit, and he would not slack on is appearance. When he stepped in the room, there should be no question of who was leading, and who followed.

He stepped out, and heard the two girls emerge from the guest room, entering the living room. He stopped, and listened. He did not feel guilty eavesdropping, as this was his house, and his pet. She expected no privacy from him, and he seldom offered it. It was not something she sought, her life now shared openly, willingly, and completely with him.

The exchange below warmed his heart, hearing the two bare themselves to each other. Jezebel's doubts worried him, true, but for her to share those fears with her 'enemy' as well as him meant she was trying to work through them. In hopes, today would alleviate a good deal of the tension. When his pet wondered at where he was, he figured it was as good as time as any to greet them.

He walked slowly down the stairs, looking at them on the couch as soon as they came into view, giving them both his approving smile. “Good morning. Looks like I have two delightful pupils today.” He reached the living room floor and approached them, inspecting each of their costumes. They were of course perfect, jezebel with her very long pig tails rising above her head to flow to either side, and lydia with her braided tails looking more harsh. “Shall we?” He offered each an arm to take, as a gentleman might to a lady he escorted. Together the three went into the large play room.

He told them to sit once they reach the center of the room, and he moved off toward the wall and faced them. “You both have worries, and doubts. About me, about each other, and about yourselves. Last night did not go as I had planned, but today I hope to move beyond that, and get to what we are all hear for.”

He took a straight backed chair from the wall and pulled it out to sit in. “Today will be something new for you my pet. Teamwork. You have every skill a woman could ever need to please, and your submission to me has always been valued and cherished. But the more I enjoy you, the more I know there is more to show you, in a world beyond my walls. A world we can visit, and tried to once at the party. But before we jump into such a setting again, we will play here among friends. You've never had to work with another, much less for another other then myself. I will never give you up, and never not love you – but you are young, and deserve to see all that I can show you, if for no other reason then to offer the experience.” His gaze remained on his pet, as if the other sub did not exist, much less sit beside her.

Finally he turned to lydia, and addressed her. “You lydia, my guest, are damaged goods. Someone wronged you, and you've never really recovered. Completely understandable, but I saw in you the will to change – the desire to reclaim your desired place. To be loved again. I brought you here to learn that you still are wanted, and your nature is appreciated. If jez and I can help restore your confidence, then we have done our part to help someone.”

He looked back and forth between the two. “So, any questions before we begin. There is no competition between you today. To succeed today, you will have to work together. You will have to open up. You will have to trust in other, and in the end, I hope we are all happier for the experience.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel took a deep breath as her Master spoke to her and Lydia. She didn’t have any questions. She was simply too nervous about what was going to happen. There was a part of Jezebel that hated the not knowing, yet another part thrived off of it. Rarely did Steven do anything she didn’t like, and even more rare did he do anything that caused her harm. If they did something new he always gave her a moment to analyze her feelings and even later to discuss it openly with him. She knew today would be no different, so she promised herself she would do all she could to keep an open mind.

She licked her lips and smiled softly. “No Master. I have no questions. I look forward to today’s lesson. Lydia and I have had some time to chat and get to know a little more about each other. It was good for us... I think.”

Her fingers reached out and she squeezed the other sub’s hand, then returned her’s to her lap and remained quiet.