Avis's Collection (Closed)

[One Eyed Jack]

The jaguar ate up the dark road, the instance with the cop now far behind. Steven took the turns as fast as he dared, knowing, but only barely, that a dead man could help less then an arrested one. Still, the time drug on, and every time he glanced at the clock, his stomach twisted a little tighter.


Greg, the bartender, was hard at work, but noticed how Jake paused at a table; hovering over the drinks before taking them to Jezebel. He knew something wasn't right, and Steven's voice over the phone seemed to haunt him. The girls much older, and odd, but obviously deeply caring boy friend seemed more worried then such news might warrant. Almost like he knew something that the bartender didn't.

He whipped up a few more drinks, then noticed the altercation, as Jezebel had been dancing with another man. That wasn't right at all, this guy had no claim over her, he knew; not with that intricate collar still around her neck.

He made his way over to inquire if there was any trouble. Jake seemed upset to be so bothered, but Greg pressed on, “Is this man bugging you ma'am?” Sadly, she was enjoying her drink, and made no complaint, but at least a little talking to seemed to sober most people. Maybe it would be enough for her to distance herself from the arrogant man.

He watched from the bar as Jake had ordered several more drinks for the girl, and too quickly to be her thirst. The guy was definitely up to no good.


After an insufferable time on the road, Steven pulled his car to screeching halt in front of the bar. He recognized lydia's car, and hoped that meant both girls wear still inside. He hurried in, his eyes easily adjusting to the dim light, having been on the road so long.

He scanned the crowd, but finding nothing, and then looked to the bar. Greg saw him, and pointed him in the direction of a dark corner. There his lovely jezebel was, having a good time, with Jake hovering over her, like some predator. “Thank you for keeping My jezebel company, you'll have to let me buy you a drink Jake.” The tone of his voice told him he was neither thankful, nor pleased in the slightest. Steven took the drink from his pet's hand and took a sip, his eyes flaring wide, knowing it was laced with something much more then alcohol.

“In fact Jake, how about I go get you a drink right now.” He spotted the man's beer, further disgusted by the man's tastes, and went, with jez's drink in hand, to visit Greg. He handed the bartender the drink, and told him to hold it until the cops arrive, and to call them. He returned to Jake and jez with new drinks, a bottle of water for jezebel and himself, and the foul cheep beer for the creep.

Steven's eyes dared Jake to make a move, to provide the slightest reason at all for him to lay into the man. “Pet, where is lydia? Why don't you go find her?” He caressed her hair, thankful she was safe – which, for the moment, outweighed how very angry with the two subs he was.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel's eyes lit up at the sight of Steven. Her smile grew wider than it had been all night. His touch made her skin tingle; she leaned into it, rubbed his palm and rose from the table. Her arms wrapped tight around his neck. Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips seconds before she pressed them against his. “Mmm,” she moaned, “I've missed you, so much,” she told him, before sliding her palm down his chest and up again.

“Lydia made a friend,” she admitted, her eyes darting across the crowd, “so did I... you know Jake's not that bad.” Her eyes were wide with amazement. She giggled softly, then winked, at the other man. “He bought us drinks, Lydia and I... ohhhh,” she suddenly grinned wider, if such a thing was possible, “and she's my friend!”

“We went to the mall and we shopped. She didn't buy a lot though, she only bought a few things and... OHHhh there they are!” she exclaimed.

Jezebel pulled herself free of Steven and dashed over to the couple. She covered her smile then laughed openly as she watched Lydia gyrate on her new friend's lap. “Lydia... ohhh Lydia,” she called, “Master Avis is here,” she whispered, leaning against the other girl's ear. “He looks delicious,” she said, her eyes straying to Derek.

“Hurrrrrrry up! I want to show Steven my tattoo. He's going to LOVE it!”

Her voice had gotten louder with each statement, and her pulse raced as happiness at having her Master with her suddenly overwhelmed her.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Her night was going well with Derek. Better than she had origionally thought. They kept kissing, his hands feeling her over and it felt like it was lasting forever, but in a good way. She then heard her name being called and didnt look up right away until she heard it louder, much closer to her. She sat up straight, still in Derek's lap and smiled at Jezebel. Then she heard something that she really really didnt want to hear. Master Avis was there...that couldnt be a good thing and she swallowed hard and didnt even hear what Jez had said about Derek.

Lydia was then urged to hurry up because she wanted to show her new tattoo to her Master and Lydia was a little nervous. She then realized Jezebel had gotten what seemed like perkier and she knew then that Jake had given her more blow. Lydia knew she was going to get chewed out like crazy. She looked at Derek and smiled kissing him. She exaplained that Jez' "boyfriend" was there and she was staying with them and had to go with them. They quickly discussed that they would see each other again and that he would call her sometime. She kissed him again and stood up and pulled Jez to the side and then looked around seeing Master Avis and then looked back at the girl.

"You need to relax a little bit, you're all hyper...lemme see your eyes..."
She looked at her pupils and they were big. And lydia was sure that hers were as well and she chuckled.
"God we are so fucked...and not in a good way."
She didnt say anything further or try to explain why they were going to be in trouble. She linked arms with her new friend and walked back over to Stevan with a nervous smile on her face. She was waiting for the wrath to be brought down knowing that it was her fault she let jez get coked up. But for now she was going to pretend like nothing was wrong, and that she was the little angel people liked to think she was.

She looked up at Master Avis and kept that same smile.
"Good Evening Master Avis..."
And thats all that she said still holding onto his pet's arm.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven was sitting, staring at Jake, again hoping the man would move to give him an excuse. Instead, the fool gloated that he had almost had that little slut of his. Steven flew from his chair, grabbed the bottle of beer from the table, and crush it into the arrogant man's head. Punches were exchanged, Steven holding his own against the larger, younger guy, when the cops came in. It was Steven's turn to gloat now, even as he was pulled away by the police. Greg approached, with the glass in hand, and explained to the cops that the beverage should be tested, as he thought he saw Jake put something into it – attempting to drug Jezebel.

They took a sample, and began to search both mean for weapons. Cocaine was found on Jake, and he was immediately arrested. “See you in court.” Steven commented to the large man as he was handcuffed and hauled away. He knew he'd have several fines to pay, but he'd call his lawyer to handle that.

When the bar settled back down, he finally turned to the two women that had caused him such heart ache. He knew what was wrong with his pet now, and why she had been so giddy. He could not admonish someone while they were high, and drunk – even if he ever could yell at her after seeing that smile of hers. “Let's go.”

He drove them all, after having arranged for lydia's car to be driven by another, with yet another car following to take the driver back. Once they were all safely inside his lake house, he locked up, and let out a huge sigh. “Jezebel, my pet, please wash up and get ready for bed. I will meet you in my room.”

He gave time for the woman he loved to leave. “You are drunk, so we will discuss this in the morning – though you might consider calling that boy you found tonight. I would think your morning more pleasant in his company then it will be in mine. I have plans for you, but this...endangering my jezebel! will not be tolerated. When you wake, you will decide if you wish to continue down this path, in this lifestyle with us, or if you will depart.”

He left no room for argument, proud of himself for not blowing up at both women. He wanted to yell, to scream, and say who knew what. But he had a role here, in this house and with his pet, and guest sub. He had to be the voice of reason.

Tomorrow was not going to be pleasant, he thought, as he made his way up to go to bed. He;d hold jezebel in his arms tonight, not because she behaved well, but but because he needed to – needed to feel she was safe.

 

[PaintaPicture]

She saw punches fly in the bar and just stood there holding onto Jezebel so she didnt either freak out or try to jump in to stop things. More drama at the bar and she just stood there with the other girl until he instructed them that they were leaving. She saw someone else get in her car and she didnt want to say anything about her not being drunk but a little tipsy and could drive but kept her trap shut. They got in the car and got back to his house and he instructed jez to go get ready and meet him in his bed. She wanted to inform him that she wouldnt be sleeping at all that night...but once again she kept her mouth shut.

And she stood there, feeling smaller than she really was. She was high, tipsy, and annoyed. SHe heard what he said and wanted to yell at him. She endangered Jezebel? It was alllll her idea to do everything they did. SHE wanted to get a tattoo, SHE let jake buy them drinks and sit with them, and SHE made the choise to drink those drinks. Lydia just didnt stop her. And why should she have too? Lydia wasnt her babysitter. She wasnt the sub's Mistress who was supposed to take care of her ...that was his job. And she wanted to tell him that and damn near did. She nodded her head thinking that she probably would call Derek, mostly because she wanted to see him again. Her old mistress was rather mean and she wanted to see how Master Avis could compare to the wild tornado that her Mistress could turn into.

She sighed and then kept her head down and walked past him and got half way up the stairs and then turned and looked at him.
"Just know...that everything was her idea and I just went along with it. And dont say i endangered her since i didnt think i had signed up to be her babysitter and keep her sheltered the way you like..."
She then wanted to take it all back as soon as she said it. But she HAD to say it or it would eat at her. With that she turned and went to head up to her room and realize how big of a mistake she had made.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel bounded up the stairs; the events of at the bar were nothing more than a pausing thought as she made her way to her and Steven's bedroom. She pulled her hair free, drug her fingers through it and then redid it again. This time in a thick ponytail that hung down her back; crimson tresses caressed her skin as she shimmed out of her clothes, kicking sandals across the room and then tossing her panty and bra set to a corner.

She was far from ready for bed though, she told herself as she rifled through her dresser drawer. Panties, bras, lingerie was thrown haphazardly around the room. One item would be tossed over her left shoulder; another piece was tossed over the right. Soon her top drawer was empty and a pout was forming on her face as she made her way across the room and tackled her closet.

More clothes of various styles as well as expense soon joined the ones on the floor. Eventually her eyes lit up and she pulled one of her favorite pieces from its depths. The rhinestone vest and white mini seemed to sparkle in the light of the room. She slipped the skirt on and then wiggled her way into the vest. After looking at herself in the mirror, she again played with her hair, this time releasing it from the ponytail, brushing it out and wrapping some of the strands seductively around her shoulders, where they fell to play with her nipples and down further to toy with her sex.

After feeling as if she'd done all she could to look 'ready' for bed, Jezebel skipped over to the afore mentioned piece of furniture and settled herself into the center of the bed. Her gaze fluttered to the bandage on her ankle and she squeaked, looked at the door, hearing Steven's footsteps and worked the bandage off, pushed it under the bed and posed seductively. Her ankle's new adornment seemed to glimmer in the light, just like her clothes did, or at least to Jezebel it looked that way.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven stopped with the last word that fell from his guests mouth, and had he been within reach, he'd have probably slapped her. Not out of disbelief, thinking her lying, but out of a lack of respect for him and his pet. But he let her run up the stairs to her room, and then headed up himself. He stopped at her door, as he WAS going to have the final say tonight.

He opened it, and poked his head in, not caring if she were undressed or not. “You, the guest sub, are not to question how I keep my pet. And you will respect her, and me, if you wish to remain beyond sunrise. I will address matters with jezebel, and she will know my displeasure in this – but you could have stopped it, and didn't. You chose to flirt with a boy instead of watching over the most precious thing in my life. You left her in the hands of a predator.” He shut the door, ending the conversation before he entered the room and things got out of hand.

He made his way to his room, and opening the door the sight stunned him. His pet lay seductively in the bed, waiting for him, but the room was a mess! Never would she have done this, never strewn her garments about so haphazardly, and then left them for him to see. Then he saw the tattoo. His eyes went wide, seeing the bright red at the bottom of her long, perfect leg. “What the hell?” He couldn't stop his initial reaction, but then took a deep breath. Walking through the clothing on the floor, he took her leg in his hand an pulled it over to see the ankle. He couldn't help but be touched by the sentiment, even if she marked her body without permission. He also couldn't help but be aroused by her chosen presentation of herself – causing great conflict within him.

He never let go over her leg, looking down at her. “You worried me tonight pet. I doubt you even know why, even now.” He sighed, and finally released her foot, shaking his head. “The tattoo is lovely, and I am honored you think so highly of that date.”

He walked away from the bed, fighting his inner struggle. Finally he had an idea. “jezebel, my pet, you look lovely, but we need to talk. Please put on the plain black leather cuffs and collar. Just wrist cuffs, since that tattoo will be sore, I am sure, and cover it back up as it should be.” He took a deep breath, controlling the various flavors of anger and lust. “Then go get lydia, and meet me down stairs in my study.” The study had only been used by the both of them for instructions while she was to avoid a sexual mood, and pay close attention.

Steven, with the eight of the world on his shoulders left his bedroom, went to the kitchen to get a soda, as he would need help in staying up with girls on cocaine.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel grinned happily as she heard Steven's praise over her tattoo. She frowned as he spoke of how worried he'd been, but those were too depressing to worry over, she was simply happy to be home and in his bed; then her mood shifted again as he told her to go get Lydia. Another grin grew tenfold as she scooted off the bed, removed her collar and quickly donned the ones he'd ordered for her to wear and fixed her tattoo's bandage, that'd she pulled from under the bed. She watched him leave, then merrily skipped down the hall to do his bidding.

A tap on the door was the only warning as she swung the door open and popped into Lydia's room. “Hellooooo,” she called out, spotted the other girl and giggled, “oh aren't you sexy.” Lydia wore a simple tank top and cotton shorts. She'd just spotted the glimmer of the belly button bar as Lydia was pulling her shorts over a pair of blue panties. “Steven liked the tattoo,” she told her. “I bet he'll looooove your belly button thingy.”

“I think he's a tinny bit angry. I mean... he didn't do anything to me and look at me!” she exclaimed “I'm dressed to kill,” she whispered, giggling softly.

“Anywho,” she drew the word out and took Lydia's hand, “He wants to see us both in the study.” She made a girlish face, sticking out her tongue and rolling her eyes, “that's how I know he's annoyed about something, probably that fight at the bar... what was all that about anyway?” Jezebel shrugged her shoulders and tugged the other submissive along. “Oh well, off to the study we go,” she whispered in a suspenseful voice.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia had gotten into her room without to much fuss but a few moments later he came in and she lept backwards fearing the worst. But he didnt even take a step into the room. She stood there with her pants almost off as he yelled at her again. She almost yelled back but had the door shut quickly in her face. She sighed and pulled off her shirt and bra putting on a much smaller tank top, panties, and shorts. Just as she was Getting them on, Jezebel busted in her room in the damn sexiest thing ever. Lydia's jaw dropped and almost didnt hear what she said, distracted by her diamond clad breasts.

She looked up at her face and heard everything finally and nodded her head.
"Yeah...yeah, i'm sure he'll like my bellybutton...yeah...and a little angry...right."
Lydia was just trying to process everything. Once everything clicked in Jezebel's head, she didnt want to be around. Maybe it would be best if she just packed her things and left with her tail between her legs. She then remembered the comb that Avis had given her at the party and what he had said. He had seen something in her, and she just ruined the image he had.

She then nodded and felt the red head grab her hand and take her downstairs to the study. They stood there. Jezebel humming lightly, obviously in a good mood and lydia stood there combing the tips of her hair with her fingers. Her hair was still down and she pulled some over her shoulder and looked at the perky jez. Both were at different ends of emotions. Her happy, lydia, angry. This was going to suck...royally.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven had sucked down half the soda, and heard the girls come down the stairs, and enter the study. He was not looking forward to this. How could he take the smile from his pet – no matter how it got there. Still, he had to. He never let anything false remain, and jezebel had come to love that as he did.

Finally he entered the room and took a seat behind his desk. Two beautiful women stood before him, wearing the most opposite of expressions. Lydia seemed to think he was going to come down like a ton of bricks, and jez was oblivious to anything going on. He sighed, again, and pulled out a paper from his desk. It was a print out from the police, about Jake, detailing his prior crimes. He turned it to face the girls, and pushed it toward them.

“When I make rules, I make them for a reason. Jezebel, my pet, he was trying to commit date rape with you. You are high on cocaine, that he put in your drink. That is why you are giddy, and tore up the bed room, and missing many of these little details.”

He looked next to lydia, trying to remain calm, and keep his face clear of expressions. “You claim I shelter her. She is vulnerable, by her very nature – a nature I love. Why should I subject her to the cruelty of the world, where filth like this man can run free, and buy vulnerable women drinks? Yet you seem to know a great deal about it. I am sorry for that. Your prior Mistress obviously did not care for their charges as I do. I simply will not subject my pet to such evils. If you remain, since you are so much more experienced, it WILL be expected of you to aid me in keeping jezebel from harm, or undue negative experiences.”

He looked at his watch, it was late, just past midnight, and knew he had a long night left ahead. “Sit down girls.” He gestured to the comfortable leather chairs behind them. “I am pleased that you two seem to be more like friends, which is well, since you will take care of each other as you come down off this crap.” The final word seemed to cut. He was NOT happy that drugs now flowed through his lovers veins.

Composing himself again, he leaned back, and settled in for the night. “Since you two will be hyper for awhile, we'll play a game to pass the time. I'm not about to take any corrective actions against two subs while they are high, or while I am upset. So, here is the game. In effort to get to know each other better, we will take turns telling each other what we like about each other. Later we might go over any dislikes, but I'd like to keep the evening positive until you two crash.”

He looked at them both, alternating between the woman dressed to seduce her master, and the one giving him daggers. “My jezebel, you know I love your innocence, and the fact that I have been the one to take any innocence that was needed for our life together.” Looking next to lydia, he grinned. “Oddly enough I enjoy then you are more experienced, and even jaded from those experiences, yet choose to try again.”

He had begun his game, and waited for the girls to respond.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel's eyes seemed to shift from glassy to alert and back to glassy again. She played with her hair as Steven spoke, her fingers drifted over her exposed flesh and she licked her lips as if searching for the taste of the fruity concoction she'd been drinking less than an hour before. She heard his words. “Rape” “Drug” “Game”.

The decision to play a game made her eyes wide and her head pop up. She grinned, then frowned as she heard what type of game she was to play with her new friend. Jezebel rolled her eyes, and turned to face the other sub. She wiggled in her seat and angled her head to the right, then the left. A sigh left her lips, quickly followed by another. Another tilt to the head, followed again to a tilt to the other side. Over and over she repeated the motion, enjoying the feel of dizziness that rolled through her. She giggled, covering her mouth as she glanced at Steven.

“Drugs huh?” she laughed again, “gotta get a few more of those.” She winked at Lydia and slid from her chair, sat on her knees and stared at the sub again. “I like her belly button thingie,” Jezebel confessed, then turned to Steven, “look Master, she's got a new do dad. . .and you've not even complimented her on it. What bad manners you have.” Jezebel stretched out the word bad, lifted her hands and scolded her Master, before giggling and laughing a full hearted belly laugh. “Oh I sooo need more of Jakey boy's special drinks.”

More giggles poured from her lips as she grinned at Lydia and thought to herself how lovely a little diamond would look in her belly button. Mindlessly she toyed with her own belly, pulling on the skin and then allowing her fingers to trail around it. “Maybe gold,” she whispered as she begin wiggling into a more comfortable position on the floor. Eventually she settled into an Indian style and rocked back and forth.

"I'm thirsty!" She suddenly piped up and looked at her Master to provide her with something to appease her.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia sat there and watched Jez be hyper and such. She was shocked at what she was saying and doing and Lydia's eyes widened. She swallowed hard and looked away when she mentioned getting more drugs and looking at Lydia when she said it. The other girl had Lydia show off her new belly button piercing and she listed her shirt slightly to show him and then pulling it back down. God she was seriously regretting not saying anything to Jez about the drinks. But at the same time she knew it wasnt her responsibility despite what Master Avis had said to her.

She hadnt really thought to much about his 'game' and paused thinking for the right words. She took a deep breath and curled her legs to her chest wrapping her arms around them and then decided to speak before he got even more mad at her for disobeying 'orders'.
"Master Avis...you have a good soul and the way you care for just your pet is...nice."
That was the best she had and hoped it would work as a sufficient answer.
"Jezebel, I'm glad you are giving me a chance to be your friend...and that you dont think of me as a threat. You're a sweet girl..."
Once again she didnt really know. Hopefully it all worked.

She was nervous about it all, not wanting to sabotage the good thing she had going with Master Avis, which she seemed to be doing. But at the same time she wanted to go for a ten mile run to get that energy out, or call Derek and just fuck his brains out. But neither of them would she be allowed to do. In that moment she didnt care if she did something he didnt like but at the same time wanted to please him. This was turning into the feelings she had for her Mistress; a mixture of fear and deffiance. Except she wasnt in love with this man or owned by him. There was no real connection there. She was just a little tool in his plan to train his pet. Nothing more.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven wanted to pull his hair out when his jezebel suggested getting more drugs. Pull his hair out, slap her silly and scream at lydia – no particular order. But he remained calm, outwardly, and let the two go on about the task.

He fetched bottles of water for all three of them, and continued his made up game, trying to keep the night as positive as could be while he waited out the effects of the drugs. We was satisfied, largely, with the effort made by both subs, and his own responses were genuine. It took a several hours, but finally his hyper pet began to settle down, and grew more and more short with her answers. He vowed to himself he would not hold her tone of voice against her, but was so unused to hearing anything approaching disrespect come form her perfect lips that it really tore at him. But the sun was up, and his gut rumbled for breakfast, so he focused on that instead of any emotions rolling around within his head.

“Come girls, let's eat.” He let them chat about whatever the hell they wanted as he cooked breakfast, having sat the two at the table where he could keep an eye on them. Soon he had eggs and hash browns served up for the three of them. The only drinks available to the girls was water, while he had more coffee, to keep him up with them.

After breakfast lydia looked pretty tired, and he told her she could go to her room if she wished. He stayed up with jez awhile longer, eventually leading her back up to his room. Entering he was reminded how much he didn't want to reward her for anything at that moment, but knew also he could not have his pet far from him until she was well.

“I want you to lay down with me. Chat if you wish, but try to get to sleep soon. You are to go no where, do nothing else until after we've slept.” He made time for both of them to use the restroom before bed, and then got into his bed, and wrapped his arms around his submissive lover. He had never felt like a bigger failure then he had that long, long night.

 

[PaintaPicture]

Lydia continued to feel out of place and awkward while the stupid 'game' continued. It went on and on and she wanted to leave. But she stayed, wanting to prove that she was a good sub...a sub with worth. She was running out of shit to say and it was morning quickly, and the sun was up. He took them to eat and prepared breakfast. Jezebel tryed chatting and Lydia went right back to her habits of not speaking and being very reserved. Food was served and she just kind of pushed it around her plate and took one maybe two bites. She had no appetite and just drank her water.

Lydia was then excused being told she could go to 'her' room and she nodded her head slightly and left the table going upstairs and into the room. She got in and wished the door had a lock, not wanting anyone to come in for awhile. Thats when she thought that she should leave. She didnt belong there and was just making things worse. After this whole thing she was sure Jez wouldnt want to be her friend, and that was her main task that she had been given. Her stomach churned and she layed down in bed.

She was failing yet another person she wanted to please. He didnt really want her there, or really care about anything that was going on in her head. She had been given the 'pity invite'. She knew that part of this thinking was due to her come down after coke but most of it was really her way of thinking, atleast it had been for the past months. She felt that she was unecescary in this whole ordeal...he didnt care about her at all! It was just his Jezebel and that was it. Granted, she was everything to him but he could have been atleast a little concerned for her in that situation. Yes, she was fine and handeling herself fine, but still....having someone care about your well-being made you feel better. Atleast it did to her.

She sighed and pulled the blankets over her entire body and curling into a ball, having the blanket covering all of her. Everything in her told her to leave, and go off and forget it all. But her mind told her to stay and atleast finnish the week and be strong about it all. She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep, wondering what Master Avis would have planned next for them. Hopefully it wouldnt get over-emotional...since that seemed to be the theme so far.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She was tired and exhausted, yet Jezebel's mind continued to run around in various states of emotions. As the game wore on, so did her feelings. She yawned, moaned, muttered low curses that were directed at her Master as well as her desire to do something more than just sit on her ass and look pretty.

Eventually she and Lydia were allowed to leave the room and food was offered to them. She ate more than usual, noticing that Lydia seemed more reserved than before. She found herself wondering about that, focusing on the quiet woman who had been such fun the night before. A sadness descended on her as she went with Master Avis up the stairs and followed him into their room.

Her shoulders hung low, as did her head. How miserable Lydia looked, she thought as she sat nestled in the warmth of Steven's embrace. What had Jezebel done to make the young submissive so sad? She wondered. What if Lydia ran away because Jezebel had hurt her feelings? A soft whimper fell from her lips as tears began to fall. She liked Lydia. She didn't want her to leave. And what of Steven? He liked Lydia too, otherwise why had he brought her here. He would be angry with her. He would not only lose Lydia, but replace Jezebel as well. A sob wretched from her. She turned into her Master's arms and wept on his chest.

“I'm sorry,” she cried, over and over again. She begged him to forgive her. She told him she'd do everything, anything he wanted if he would keep her and he could keep Lydia too. She pleaded with him to bring her new friend to her. To prove that Lydia was still there. She wanted to see her. Hold her. Tell her how wonderful and special she was and how she was sorry for upsetting her.

“She was so sad Master, did you not see it? I hurt her. I hurt you. I am sorry. Please, don't send me away. I love you.”

Her body shook violently as depression threatened to overwhelm her. A small fraction of her subconscious told her that whatever drugs that Jake had given her were starting to wear off. Another fraction of her longed to live that rush again and she wished for the thousandths time in the past few hours that she had more of the fruity concoction to drink.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

He had known this, or something like it, was coming. Her high had worn off, and now the law of what goes up must come down played out with her emotions as surely as it did with gravity. But the specific topics of her sadness shocked him, disturbed him, angered and saddened him.

He gripped he closer to him him, wrapped his his arm, her head on his shoulder – trying to calm his sobbing pet. “I'll never send you away.” He promised over and over, as he pet her head. Still, her worry over the other sub struck him. Of course it was these traits in her that he had fallen in love with – her compassion, and selflessness. A woman who literally gave all and only asked to be loved in return. She had fears, sure, about that loving being returned – but that really seemed to be all she wanted in return for all he had ever asked of her.

Finally he took her face in his hands and made her stare him in the eye. “Jezebel, I am mad because you were in danger. I never want to lose you. Please understand this, and never think I'd send you away. Not ever.” He kissed her hard, her lips salty from tears just adding to the bittersweet moment.

Even if he'd gotten through to her though, through what he knew was largely do to drugs, he really did have another sub to deal with. “Come, lets go get your friend.” Steven got off the bed, and helped his pet up, leading her by the hand to the guest room where he knocked and opened the door. He let jezebel enter, and go to her friend. “I'm sorry I was so cold tonight. I take my pet's safety very seriously, but now that she is safe, she has reminded me of many things, including why I truly desire to have you here. But it's been a very long night for us all, so we will talk more about this later. If you would like, and jez and I would very much enjoy it if you did, you can come sleep with us.”

He stood at the door way, watching for reactions from both his pet and his guest. This, he reminded himself again, was not rewarding bad behavior, but soothing fears, and recovering from a night gone wrong.

 

[PaintaPicture]

She had stayed in her little blanket cave and fell asleep but would keep waking up having to change posistions. Finally she just wrapped the blankets around herself and took a deep breath waiting for dreams to come. Hoping that she could wake up and pretend like nothing happened. What she heard next was something she didnt want to hear. Footsteps. "please dont come in please dont come in" was what she repeated in her head and then heard the knock and the door opening. She turned her body around so that she was facing Master Avis and Jez.

The red head quickly came in and sat on the bed and hugged her. Lydia just looked up at Master Avis for an explanation for what was going on. What he said didnt make a difference at all. The offer to the bed did not seem sincere at all as Jezebel tugged on Lydia's hand to join them. She looked at the other sub and gave a crooked half-assed smile and then sighed slightly.
"I'll join you..."
She said in a very low whisper. Jez seemed to brighten up slightly as she helped Lydia get out of the blankets.

Lydia looked at herself in the small cotton tank top and shorts she had on and at the next to nothing Jez had on. It showed their differences, but she didnt mind that to much. She was comfortable. The girl held onto Lydia's arm as they walked back into their room and Master Avis got into bed first followed by Jez in the middle and then Lydia. Jez seemed a bit better now that lydia was there and she held Lydia's hand while she cuddled up to her Master. It was a nice room she thought to herself as she pulled some blankets over herself and the other girl. She layed on her back and just stared at the ceiling while the girl held her hand. Lydia's arm resting on the girl's side.

She looked over at Master Avis and wished him a good night and then kissed Jez' head and wished herthe same. She hoped she would get some good sleep and that all this drama was past them...or atleast mostly gone.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel smiled at Lydia and then beamed at her Master. She felt somewhat better, and looked as if everything in the world was blissful. As she and the other two made their way back to the bedroom and eventually settled into the quick arrangement of who slept where, she thought about how things were changing for her. She had gone from happy to sad, then to happy again. A frown settled on her face, but when Lydia kissed it, the frown went away, replaced by a soft sigh of happiness. She wrapped an arm around the woman's waist and pulled her closer, kissed her forehead and closed her eyes.

Surprisingly sleep came more easily as she felt the comfort of both Master and friend embracing her. During the night she dreamed of both people. Her hands moved idly across smooth flesh, as well as more masculine muscle. When she awoke, her head hurt, and a part of her seemed once more drenched in sorrow. It was only the sound of soft breathing that settled her. She looked at the sleeping face of Lydia and felt peace. This woman was not a threat, she told herself, now that the afternoon sun had awoken her. She reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair from Lydia's face.

She then glanced at her Master who she determined was awake by the well known sound of his breathing. “She's lovely,” she whispered, “thank you for her...”

Jezebel didn't know what else to say as she returned to gaze upon the sleeping figure. There was a part of her that was more eager to explore the path her Master had wanted to lay out before her.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven smiled back at his pet, his lovely jezebel, for whom he was so worried last night. Seeing her smile seemed to wash away most that fear, reassuring him that she had come though the experience relatively unharmed. He looked past his pet to see their guest, still sleeping soundly despite their whispers.

“You are most welcome my pet. He smiled at her and hugged her, squeezing her delightful body from behind as they both watched the sleeping lydia. “She needs our help too,” he said very softly in her ear. “She's been hurt, and I think this is her last attempt at this sort of life. She tries so hard, even stayed with us after all the anger last night.”

He decided that was the time to reveal the rest to jezebel, she was ready to hear it. “I saw her need at that party. How she tried so very hard, to prove something not to me but herself. I will never replace you my love, but I knew that once you grew comfortable with her, you'd want to help her too. She can help me expand your world, as I have always done, and we can help her reclaim her self-confidence. Will you help me with those goals pet?”

He kissed the back of her neck, as a hand slide down her leg, between them, and held her cunt as he frequently did – a possessive act that always seemed to sooth his jezebel, and maker her feeling lovingly owned.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The touch of her Master's hand against her sex, did little at that moment to Jezebel. His words however weighed heavily on her mind as she turned away from him and studied the sleeping woman beside her. She had grown more at ease with their house guest and she felt somewhat certain that Steven spoke the truth. He wouldn't replace her, but could she do as he asked? Could she help Lydia realize her potential, like Steven had made Jezebel realize her own? She wanted to please him, but she also wanted to help this girl, this woman who seemed so much more experienced than Jezebel was. What help could she bring her?

Jezebel chewed on her lower lip pondering the questions that plagued her. Her hand moved down between her legs and cupped the possessive hand that covered her pussy. “I will do my best,” she whispered, still not turning to look at Steven, “it's just all so new to me and... I am scared.”

The admission had been one that she'd tried to keep to herself, but after having said it she was somewhat more at ease. “She's so different than I am. She's almost like an opposite and though you won't replace me, I am a woman and will probably question that many times. I do want to help her. I do want to find out how much more there is in me and if you feel she can help then I will allow it.”

Jezebel moved her hand away and ran the tip of her finger across Lydia's brow, leaned over and kissed the furrowed skin. She gazed at the submissive's closed lids and watched her eyes move beneath the thin flesh. “I wonder what she is dreaming about,” Jezebel thought to herself. Her finger continued to smooth the woman's brow, hoping to erase the furrowed appearance.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

He smiled, though she could not see, at her admission of fear, and her proclaiming that she would 'allow' their guest. She of course had the right to say such things, but seldom did she state anything that resembled authority over an issue. She was right, the woman in his pet was dealing with this new and socially unusual arrangement.

“Yes my pet, you are a woman, a wonderful, exciting one, who I am very lucky to be Master to. I never forget that you know? You may be scared, but only because you've learned to fear other women around your lover. Now you must trust in me to do what is best for you, for her, and for us all. You must remind yourself of that trust until it becomes what is comfortable.”

His grip on her pussy tightened slightly, reminding her again of how he enjoyed to possess her. “Pet, I've not touched her sexually since she entered the house. I've not called her anything more then a guest, and in hopes, a friend to you.” He leaned over her, whispering very softly in her ear, “She will never be offered a role more then guest until you also desire it. Your task is to try to befriend her, and help her. Her task is to befriend you, and help me in your training. We have room in our home for a slave and a pet, but only if you find room in your heart for a sister.”

Steven got up then, slowly dragging his hand out from between his pet's thighs, and getting off the bed. He leaned over once more, kissing the cheek of his jezebel. “Wake you're friend pet, we should begin our day before it is entirely gone. I think you should spend time with her today, so other then restroom breaks, do not let her out of arms reach. I will go shower, you two may do so as well.” He smiled at the thought, knowing she'd wonder if he meant for them to shower together, or if that was included in the restroom break.

He left with another quick peck to her forehead, and closed the bathroom door behind him.

 

[PaintaPicture]

After lying away for awhile Lydia fell asleep. It wasnt a pleasant one as it caused her to wake up a few times in the middle of the night. She didnt move though, as much as she had wanted to go back to 'her' room to sleep, she didnt. Morning came and she slowly woke up to the sounds of voices. She kept her eyes closed and listened to what was being said. They were talking about her! It was weird. Talking about her at the party and how he wanted to help her self esteem and confidence with with jez helping in that task. Jez, being scared about it all and worried about it, but there was nothing new about that.

After getting an awkward touch and kiss on her forehead she took a moment and opened her eyes, blinking a few times.
"Good Morning..."
She really didnt like that she was a project to Master Avis. She knew her self confidence was crap but she didnt think it was THAT bad. She didnt show it and she didnt get how she was trying to 'prove' anything. But she smiled at Jez and sat up not seeing Master Avis.
"So whats going on today? Us getting reprimanded for the previous night?"
She hoped the punishment wasnt too severe, or push her limits, there were things she truely hated. She didnt mind getting a hard spanking every once in awhile for being bad and sometimes didnt even mind the whip; but for this she felt like she didnt really do anything wrong. But that wasnt up to her, and no matter what she said, it wouldnt really matter or help the situation. Even though she was used to getting smacked or worse when she didnt do anything wrong, but that was by a woman whom she had known for a long time. She did want to change her attitude a little more. Attempt to be more possitive, or atleast show it more, she was a master of masks and keeping a high brick wall around herself.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jezebel sighed at the reminder of their pending punishment. She'd not thought about what would happen to Lydia or herself. She'd just woken up and the last thing on her mind had been the events from the night before. What had been on her mind was how to wake up Lydia without causing her any distress.

She wasn't sure how the girl slept. Was she one that would slug another when woken up? Would she whine? Pout? Or simply rise and shine, present herself to the day and go with the flow? When the young girl's eyes opened, she stared for a moment, trying to comprehend that the other sub was awake and her Master's orders could not be followed. Jezebel shrugged her shoulders and rolled to her back. She stared at the ceiling and then sighed again.

“I don't know what he has planned. I'm sure it will involve something that puts us together as a team. However, I don't believe you should bare the brunt of the punishment. I am an adult, though I'll admit... sometimes I don't act like one. I'm spoiled. I know it.”

She rolled from the bed and stretched her lithe figure. Sunlight spilled over her and shook her hair out, combing it with her fingers, before turning to look back at her friend. “I know I should be sorry for all that happened last night, but I'm not. It was a new adventure and maybe, once he settles down, we can do it again... well, minus the illegal parts.”

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Steven readied himself for his solo shower, something that was not overly common, especially while away at this cabin. But he needed time to think as well, and he couldn't do that with two beautiful subs staring at him, wondering what he had in store for them.

The hot water felt good, melting away much of the tension from the previous night. Something must be done, to re-enforce what is and is not acceptable, and to show his disappointment – but he also had no desire to break what friendship might have started to blossom. Sure, there were other subs he could get to team with jezebel, but he was certain that lydia was a nearly perfect match for their needs, and had needs of her own. He did not wish to simply 'borrow' a sub. If jez became attached, he wanted one he could invite to stay with them. IF.

He washed himself while his mind wondered, and still searched for the answer to the proper course for the day. He liked the idea of them doing everything together today, so that would remain, and as much as he hated it, jezebel made the most mistakes last night – she disobeyed by remaining near a man he had warned her to stay away from.

By the time he stepped from the shower and was drying himself, he had his thoughts in order, and the day's activities mostly planned – sure that he had the correct actions chosen.

 

[PaintaPicture]

ooc: Sorry it's taken me so fucking long! I've just been feeling so un-submissive it's ridiculous. Blame my boyfriend for allowing my dominant aggresive side out haha.
Also, I hope you dont mind if i move Jez a little bit.


IC:
Lydia watched the red head stretch herself and admit that she was spoiled. Lydia remained silent and listened to her as she to got out of the bed and stretched her legs and rubbing her jaw remembering how she used to get lock-jaw a lot from that terrible habit. She then quickly changed what was going through her head back to what was going to happen that day. She looked at Jez in her rather sparkly outfit and then heard what she said about not being sorry. Lydia looked up and made sure any and all expression was cleared from her face. She wanted to smack the woman! Lydia was yelled at and treated poorly and was going to get punished because this other girl didnt have the good sense to tell her that the guy was a scum bag.

Jez had obviously known about him and shouldnt have been around him and let Lydia know and they could have left. But no, that didnt happen. When she suggested they do it again without the bad parts Lydia didnt say anything and just shrugged. She never would again. God only knows what would happen and what hell she'd have to take from Avis for not protecting his precious toy? She didnt know what he found acceptable for her to do when he wasnt around so therefore she would do nothing that related to the previous night with jez ever again. Lydia looked away and adjusted her shorts and then walked towards the door.
"I'm gonna go shower..."
"and try to remember why i'm still here. was the rest of that sentence which she finnished in her head. She turned to leave and Jez followed her to her room and Lydia looked at her oddly. Lydia just wanted to be alone for a moment and think things through without someone looking at her waiting for her to answer their questions. She went into her room and went to shut the door as Jez let herself in and smiled sweetly at lydia. She sighed and figured Avis had told his sub to follow her around or something.
"I kinda want to be alone for a little...you can stay in my room if you'd like but I really want a moment to myself..."

Before the other girl could say anything she quickly took her towels and went into the bathroom shutting the door. She was hoping Jez would listen and not come in after her but if she did Lydia didnt want her seeing her naked. She turned the water on and quickly got undressed and stepped in closing the bath curtain. She let the water run over her as she took a few deep breaths. She then tryed to think of reasons she should continue to stay and go through with Master Avis' plans. She was being used and his whole wanting to restore lydia's confidence crap was a cop-out move to not make it seem like he was using her. Or if that was the truth, he was doing a terrible job and she felt like just a pawn in his irritating game of chess. She took a deep breath and figured that she'd suck it up and finnish. She didnt want to be a coward and slink out with her tail between her legs. Lydia grabbed the shampu and began to lather her hair wanting to leave despite her previous thoughts. He had told her she would have fun, that they all would, and so far she hadnt and it seemed like that wasnt going to happen.