Meeting Bethany

She stopped. She closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. She wished.

She wished that he would wrap her in his arms and make her feel comfortable and warm, and safe.

He did. It felt better than she wanted it to.

"You don't have to do this," he was behind her, a standing big spoon. His chin was almost resting on her head.

His arms squeezed a little tighter and she felt that comforting constriction.

She nodded to herself.

"I want to", she said. "It's just scary"

He turned her around and she felt her breasts against the soft fabric of the Very Soft Black Shirt™️. She wanted to wear it and feel it against her body and pretend it was his armor making her brave.

He turned her around so he could face her and squeezed again. Automatically she turned her head and put her cheek against his chest and the world stopped again. She could live here in this moment, right? Just comfortable and loved. If she said it out loud he would probably say something silly like "but your legs would get tired just standing there" and she would smile and laugh on the inside.

"I get that" he said and took her face in his hands to kiss her.

He took her shoulders, pushed her back and looked her up and down.

"Are you wearing the skirt or the dress?" he asked.

He called it a dress, but it was basically lingerie that was just long enough to pass for a dress. But it was bright red and she loved how it felt, and it always turned heads to wear it."

"Hmmm," she pretended to ponder, "the dress."

"Nope" he said, "the skirt"

"Why?" She wanted to be a brat and assert herself, and maybe get a spank to distract her.

"Because I want you to wear the shirt", he smiled

First, she manifested a hug, and now he was letting her wear the shirt? Had she grown powers, could she make broccoli taste sweet next?

"I can watch you thinking little one". that smile again. Mostly warm and kind, with just a hint of cruelty behind it. She loved that smile, even when it scared her when she was too much of a brat.

"Go ahead", he told her, "It isn't going to take itself off"

She slid her hands up the soft cotton fabric till she found the first button. She undid each on, kissing each new bit of his chest as it became exposed. She needed every bit of comfort, every distraction, she could get.

She knew it would be fine, she knew she would enjoy it, but it was new and different, and she said she didn't want to know anything because it seemed less scary at the time. She decided that was probably wrong.

But he made her feel safe. She knew he would keep her safe, and soon she would be lost in it.

When he let her slide the shirt off his shoulders, he returned the favor and put it on her, matching the tails, and buttoned it up until it was just below her breasts.

"Is it too late to ask for a bra?" She asked?

"Yes," and the smile seemed even more cruel. It made that spot between her legs melt

"The point," he went on, "is to show off this magnificent body of yours, and give me all the access I want"

And with that he slipped his warm hand in and took a nipple pinching it. At first it was a gentle reminder that he had free use of her, and that if he asked, she would happily say that she belonged to him. Then it became more intense, harder, more paint. He always took her past the point she thought she could take it. Then came the twist, and her gasp, and the wetness on her thighs.

But that was only the first act, he let go, and she got to relive all the pain all over again, and he kissed her and slid two fingers over her clit as a tease.

"I think you can tuck the rest into the skirt and not have it look out of place, right?"

She had no idea what he was saying for a moment. She was still anticipating his fingers filling her pussy, the pressure on the inside, and her urgent desire to be told to cum. She didn't want to think, she wanted to slip into subspace and be his toy. Now he wanted her to make a choice, have an opinion. Rude.

"Yes, that will work," she concluded. "Do I at least get to wear panties?"

"I can't promise they will stay in once piece of you do", he said.

Fair, she thought, and nodded.

Black top, black skirt, so hmmm... she reached into her bag and picked the reddest pair of panties she had. He liked words, so he would probably call them crimson.

She slipped the thong on, making a show of bending over deep, running them up her legs, and centering them so he would get one mor look at her ass; the crimson fabrics contrasting against her skin.

The procedure, with modifications, was repeated with the skirt. The shirt was far too big for her, but he arranged it, so it billowed and flowed as she moved. It blended into the skirt and almost looked like they were made to go together. The soft fabric grazed against her ass.

She hoped he wouldn't flip up the skirt and ruin the illusion, but she knew if she put that into words, then he almost certainly would.

He held up a different shirt. A mottled grey tight-fitting tee. It looked almost formal when he wore it and showed off his arms in a way she loved. He covered himself up too much for her taste. Now she could see the strength in his form and could think about how he would use it against her.

She made a show of playing with the fabric and dusting his shoulders just to to touch and be reassured.

His phone chimed, he looked at it and she nodded back. It was happening. Her stomach was in knots, and she could feel the moisture seeping into her panties. She might be anxious, but she wanted this, so very much.

He took her out to the living room and sat her in the edge of the couch. He had told her to look like she could be a Domme. To project the strength she saw in him. It was all a lie.

He told her she could be a Domme, that she had it in her, that he would teach her if she wanted. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to feel that control he had, if only once. But she didn't really know if she had it in her to switch.

He took her hand and squeezed.

"It's going to be great," he assured her, "you are going to like her."

She nodded, she knew he wanted her to use her words, but she didn't think she could. He squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead.

He walked over to the door and paused with his hand hovering over the knob and his ear cocked towards the wood. He waited another moment, heard whatever it was he was listening for, and flung the door open.

She had been on the receiving end of this trick the first time they met. It disarmed he and made her feel small in the best way. She asked him how he knew she was there, and he just smiled. He had many smiles.

The woman was pretty. Long hair, bright eyes, a light pink dress. Her head was tilted down and she held her hands behind her back.

He put his hand on the back of the woman's neck and guided her over.

"This is Bethany," he told the woman.

Bethany, she thought. He didn't discuss her he name, just surprised her with it. She said she didn't want to use her real name, at least not yet. He sometimes used an alias, and she liked the air of mystery it gave him --- so now she had one too. This night was about experiences, after all.

"Hi, I'm Bethany", the now Bethany said.

"Say hello Angel," he prompted.

Angel, she thought, that *has** to be fake.* But she did have an innocent look, though Bethany doubted the woman could be truly angelic and still invited here tonight. Her breasts were full and round, and she could see Angel's nipples were making an appearance. Bethany felt like a teenage boy because suddenly all she wanted to do was play with them.

"Hello Miss Bethany," Angel said.

Angel's voice was so soft, it made Bethany think of when she first met him, and Bethany had simply nodded a reply. He had wrapped his hand around her throat and told her to speak up and use her words. She tried but was still barely audible. Before she knew it her hand two fingers in her pussy and was kissing her.

Maybe kissing was the wrong word, his tongue was in her and she felt like she was being consumed, in his control, and wanted nothing else.

Bethany kissed Angel, trying to copy how he had kissed her. One hand on the back of her neck, tongue parting her lips. She tasted of strawberries and smelled of vanilla. He might have been more colorful and said wafflecones.

He came up behind Bethany and put hand on her ass and squeezed. He pushed her head out of the way and kissed Angel. She felt a twinge of something... not jealousy. It turned her on more than she could say to see him kiss Angel. Perhaps it was greed since she wanted to keep kissing Angel.

Angel moaned and made a little disappointed noise when he pulled his head away.

"Are you going to be a Good Girl for us Angel?" He asked.

"Yes Sir," she replied.

Sir, she thought, ok I will call him that too.

Bethany liked the idea of having a United Front --- both using the same title for their Dom as they shared him. She had started with Sir before moving to something that made her feel even more owned. It would be easy enough to move back to Sir, at least for a little while.

Inspiration, and perhaps the desire to be a little bit of a brat, struck and she pushed Angel down to her knees in front of him. Maybe this will please him, maybe he will punish her for it, either way she wanted to find out.

"Did Sir explain that there was a correct way to suck his cock?"

Angel suddenly looked worried. Bethany had no idea if they had played before or not. If she had felt his cock on the back of her throat and savored the feeling.

"No," Angel shook her head and looked worried. He looked smiled with pride at Bethany.

"Then it is time to learn," he said, "and Bethany is an excellent teacher."

Bethany felt her face turn red and was glad Angel couldn't see.

"Angel," she said, "it's time to get Sir's cock out,"

Angel looked confused and embarrassed. She began to fumble with his overly complicated belt, eventually getting it open, and then became all thumbs again.

He moved his hands from his side, taking pity on Angel, but Bethany was having non of it.

"Please Sir, she has to learn," she said.

"Very well," he said playing along. This was new and fun. She loved being deep in subspace and being used, but this was like they were a team playing off each other. Like when they went out on a date and would make up a backstory and they would riff off each other. It felt exciting to get a taste of his world.

Mind you she would have been just as happy if he had pushed her to the ground, pulled her panties to the side, and fucked her while she went down on Angel, and realized she needed that too happen before the night was out.

Bethany guided Angel's hands and takes her through taking off his pants, getting him to step out of those boxer briefs he always wore, and pressed Angel's face forward till it was almost touching his cock.

Angel moaned softly, her lips parted, and it looked like she was going to take his cock into her mouth without any prompting.

Bethany dug her fingers into Angel's long hair and pulled her head back.

"Did you see that Sir?" She asked. "Would you be so kind as to show Angel her place?"

He slapped her face, not hard, but with his hand cupped so the sound made them both flinch.

"I'm sorry Sir," she said and looked embarrassed.

"Don't apologize to me," he admonished. "You need to make it up to Bethany. Right?"

Angel nodded. "I'm sorry Miss Bethany"

"Good girl," Bethany heard his words coming out of her mouth. He touched the back of her head in approval, and she felt a change go through her.

"You just want to stick in your mouth like a little slut, don't you?" She had never used that word like that. She loved being called "slut" by him, but she has never said it to another person. She didn't know how much more she could take before she would beg him to fuck her; but she needed to see this out as long as she could.

"But this is Sir's cock", she said. "You need to savor it"

Angel nodded.

"You started with kisses," Bethany reached her head around Angel's and began softly kissing his cock. She wanted to take all of it in her mouth and push down until she gagged on it. It felt like drowning, but it was the most amazing feeling in the word, short of cumming over and over when her would order her to. She had no idea why, but when he did that there was no way to hold back, no way not to cum, and she needed to cum for him in the depths of her soul.

She wanted to keep going but pulled back so Angel could prove she was listening, and prove she was being a Good Girl.

He set us up for this, Bethany thought, Angel is the innocent Good Girl, and I am the experienced... what? Not a bad girl, no... His Whore maybe? The one who knows him, who can "corrupt" this Angel

She kind of liked that idea. It made her feel powerful, it made her feel sexy in a new way. She also smirked when she realized he was making them to all the work while his girlfriend and lover worshiped his cock. But it was a lovely cock...

She knew by this point he would have done something to reward her. She had praised Angel, but she needed to do something more.

Her hands slid under Angel's dress and was she was happy to find nothing else underneath. She explored the contours of Angels ass before sliding her hand behind those soft thighs and feeling a pussy as wet as her own. She pressed two fingers to the entrance and met with exactly no resistance.

Bethany began to fuck Angel's very wet pussy and Angel rocked back after every stroke fucking back into her fingers.

"Now lick" Bethany commanded, and A gel greedily slid her tongue all over his cock. She pulled her fingers out and tasted Angel. Fuck! The women tasted so good. She needed to push her back and bury her head between Angel's thighs and see if she could make her cum.

Maybe he would fuck me as I did, she thought. I am being a very Good Girl myself after all.

As much as she loved being a Brat, standing up to him and pushing back so she could be shown her place, in her heart she was really a Good Girl. She wanted to be told she was and rewarded. She wanted to be shown off in public and be lusted after knowing she was going to give herself to him. Afterwards he was going to hold her and kiss her. Cuddle her till she felt normal and talk to her as her equal. He loves making her laugh, and she loved every dumb joke he told her.

She shoved her fingers deep into Angel's pussy and felt it squeeze back.

"OK," she said, "now, you can suck it"

She wrapped her hands around his hips and began to roughly fuck her mouth with his cock. Their "Good Girl" was just as greedy and wonton as she was.

Bethany stood, she had been teacher long enough, and she wanted her reward. She stepped back and locked eyes with him. She slowly took off the skirt, unbuttoned the shirt, and shrugged so it fell off her and landed on the ground.

She stepped behind him and pressed her breasts into his back, his hand went to her pussy and hooked his fingers into her. He pulled up until she was on her toes, and she let his fingers fill her.

"Have I been a good teacher Sir?" She asked?

"Yes, you have little one," he said as he kissed her.

"So, can you pleeeese fuck me now?" she begged.

The smile was very happy and very cruel. He pulled his fingers out and gave them to Angel to lick clean. She didn't say a word, but locked eyes with Bethany the whole time.

He took Angel's hair in his hand so could pull her off his cock. She gasped and looked up at him.

"Did I do it right Sir?" She asked.

Her hand was between her legs, her fingers playing over her clit.

"Yes Angel, you are a very good girl," he said. "Go sit on the on the edge of the couch and spread your legs."

"Yes Sir" she was up as soon as he finished speaking. She pulled her dress off as she went, her bare pussy on display.

Who is she? Bethany asked herself.

He had talked to her and had gotten to know her for so long before they hooked up, and all she was looking for was a fling with a proper Dom. He knew her favorite color and the books she liked before he first pinned her up against the wall. That cycle repeated --- talk and play --- until it was time to put on labels.

Therefore, he must have done the same with Angel. Even if this was to be a one-time thing, he knew enough to think they were all compatible, that they would get along, all if it. She made a mental note to ask her...

But the thought couldn't be finished because he had pushed her to her knees and pressed her face between Angel's thighs. There was a ripping sound, and she knew her panties would no longer pose any resistance. He did warn her after all. Fuck did she love that, that idea that the time to take her panties off is just too much, and he had to have her right now!

And then the sudden sensation of his cock filling her, stretching her, and fucking her before she could catch her breath. It was too much, and she came as soon as she felt his cock hit that spot inside her.

"Good Girl", she said. Angel moaned something, but Bethany knew it was for her.

Spank His hand landed on her ass. It stung, and then it hurt, but it made her feel warm as well. Then another Spank, and another. The pain spread and she had a fleeting image in her head of the handprint on her cheek.

He trusted hard into her again, driving her forward and her face into Angel's pussy. Bethany reached up, her arms under Angel's thighs and cupped her ass. Angel obliged by wrapping her legs around Bethany's head.

Bethany had no idea where Angel's hands were, but she hoped Angel was pinching and pulling on her nipples the way Bethany liked to do.

I want to watch him leave marks on her tits, Bethany thought. She loved the marks he left on her, little trophies for her to treasure. She wanted to see what they looked like on Angel and hoped Angel would share as they grew and then faded away.

She felt his hand on the back of her head push her gently forward. She knew what he was telling her. She had been neglecting Angel in her reverie and he wasn't going to let her shirk her responsibilities for long.

She inhaled and savored the combined smell of vanilla and sex. She closed her eyes and imagined him, his fingers digging into her ass and squeezing. She wanted ten perfect bruises from his fingers. She wanted to show them off to Angel, and maybe --- just maybe --- she wanted Angel to feel a bit of envy.

Her tongue found Angel's clit without trying. She wrapped her lips around it and gently sucked. Angle squirmed. Bethany sucked a little harder, knowing the uncomfortable pleasure Angel was feeling and thinking how Bethany loved that feeling. She had had her share of girlfriends but was always submissive with men; but she wanted Angel to know how it would feel when he went down on her. How he would savor her pussy, but never miss an opportunity to make her feel owned or leave his mark.

She heard Angel's sharp intake of breath, and knew she was getting close to how much she could take. She gently kissed Angel's clit, knowing it would be extremely sensitive. She let her tongue explore Angel's pussy, tasting her, fucking her with her tongue, and never letting that sensitive clit feel neglected.

It didn't take long before Angel's legs started to tremble, how her thighs squeezed holding Bethany's head in place. All she heard was a soft squeak and the pressure released. She felt his hand reach down and find her own clit. He pinched it as her fucked her. It felt reassuring at first, and then overwhelming, it was hard to concentrate, and that was always the moment he looked for. He released his grip and the wave of pain hit her, and then her fucked her harder, till she came moaning into Angel's lips.

There was the shocking feeling of his cock no longer in Bethany and she wanted to cry out in protest. How very dare he pull out of her right now! If he had just kept going, she could have cum and cum again so easily.

But this gave her the opportunity her climb up Angel and push her back on the couch. She took Angel's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Angel needed no prompting and kissed her back. Once again cherry joined the other scents filling Bethany's nostrils.

She felt his hands cup her breasts, squeeze, and then he began to play with her nipples. She didn't know why but she felt this was a signal. She repeated his actions with Angel's nipples. She wished her hands were as strong as his so she could make Angel feel the exact same sensations. Since she couldn't she twisted more trying to compensate.

If Angel was aware of a difference, she made no comment. Instead, she moaned "yes" into Bethany's mouth as she twisted. There might have been another word, maybe another "Miss," but Angel's voice was just a moan after the first word.

I envy her, Bethany thought. So deep into subspace, just obeying and pleasure and sensation. However, she had to admit she liked this as well. It was different, she even liked being more aware of what was happening as she planned what was next as she got attention from him.

And suddenly all choice was taken away, he took a handful of her hair, and pulled her up to her feet. She felt it as her head was tilted back, and he kissed her so very deeply. His free hand was exploring her body, and she jolted as she felt his hand strike her breast. Any thought of planning the next move with Angel, of anticipating the next thing he might do to her, was gone. She was fully down, her whole body felt like it wasn't just hers. He pulled her... somewhere and pushed her over and she was lying on something soft and warm and comfortable.

She felt him put her hand on her pussy and say something. She couldn't make it out, but she started to play with her pussy as he had ordered her to do so many times before.

"Yes Sir," she said and hoped it was the right response.

It felt like forever that she was just there in the warm soft place, doing her best not to cum. She wanted to, she needed to, but more than that she needed to be told to. She needed his command because it would make it feel so much better, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out.

And then his hand took hers away, and she wanted to hold it in place and cum, or edge until she found it in her to beg and beg. Instead, there was soft skin against her thighs, soft lips kissing hers.

Bethany took Angel's hair in her hands and pulled Angel closer to her pussy. The woman was no amateur and she wished she could pay attention and learn. She never had any complaints, but it was never too late to learn.

And as Angel's tongue and lips worked their magic and as Bethany was convinced that she couldn't hold out any more, she heard his voice punch though

"Cum for me Bethany, cum for me in three...two...", he said

The counting! When he did that there was never any ability to hold back or not cum. Once he got to the end her body took over and she would cum as hard as she could in that moment. She was nothing but his slut and he had somehow taught her to cum on command. It felt amazing.

"One! Cum for me! Cum for me right now!" he commanded.

Her fingers dug into Angel's hair, and she pulled. She wanted Angel to feel the mixture of pleasure and pain she was, and not let her move one bit as she shuddered and felt her mind reboot. He told her that her eyes rolled up into her head when she came like this, and she believed him.

She didn't let go of Angel's hair as she came back to awareness but did loosen her grip a little... a little. She didn't want her pretty face, or that amazing tongue, going anywhere.

Then she felt the woman's face suddenly pressed up against her pussy very hard and Angel moaned into Bethany's pussy. Bethany knew he was fucking her hard. Angel's lips were wrapped around his cock and his fingers were dug into that ass, and he was driving his cock deep into Angel and relishing how her face was pressed between Bethany's thighs and driven forward with each stroke.

The world disappeared and she came again, and again, and again in rapid succession.

His hand struck each of her breasts in turn and she had no idea if it was a punishment for cumming without permission, or if he just wanted to. Either was perfectly fine with her in that moment. She just needed everything all at once and more than she could take of both.

And then he... and then she... and then it was impossible to keep track. He and she and Bethany flowed together. Sometimes she was overwhelmed by getting all the attention, sometimes she was giving it, and all she knew was that he was directing them both.

Things began to slow down, and she was aware of being on her knees, the head of his cock in her mouth. Somehow, she was also kissing Angel and trading the head back and forth --- and then he came, hot and sticky, and the two women locket their lips around each other's to savor it. They kissed and kissed and finally she realized her legs couldn't hold her up anymore and she started to slump down.

His arms were around her and he pulled her up to the bed. He lay down and she turned to press into him. Her breasts were against his side, and her head on his shoulder. She saw Angel slowly getting up and motioned to her to join them. She patted his other shoulder indicating that Angel should mirror her and lay on the remaining side of him.

He protested but this wasn't subspace anymore, this was aftercare, and she was his equal now. She wanted to hold him and look at and touch this woman who still seemed impossibly pretty. They stayed there just like that, Bethany softly stroking Angel's hair as he ran his fingertips over their backs. His hands were warm and comfortable and comforting.

It seemed like Angel wanted to say something but was having trouble finding the words, so she leaned over his chest and kissed her.

"Thank you, Mistress Bethany," Angel said. "I can't imagine a better first time with a Domme"

Wait, what? Bethany asked herself. She wasn't a Domme! She was just another sub taking her orders from him. What had he told Angel? Did Angel think she was a switch?

Well, you did take charge a lot, she thought. She had taken it upon herself to teach Angel to go down on him and made-up the rules as she went. She did things without being prompted. She did a lot of dominant things without any cue from him.

Long ago he had told Bethany that he saw the potential to be a switch in her. He had offered to train her and gave her hints and tips. He was always explaining his process to her. Apparently, she was a good student.

I don't think I could do this all the time, she thought. No, not all the time, but maybe sometimes. Sometimes with the right sub, someone amazing like Angel, as a part of serving him.

Yes, she thought. I could do that then.

But then she had a vision, of being on her own, his lessons in her head, and taking charge and it made her happy. Her hand reached up and stroked his chest as she pictured it. She wanted to learn how her spanked her, he wanted to learn how to use the flogger and the crop. He always said she was better at knots than she was.

She scooted up and kissed his ear and held his head close.

"Fine," she whispered, "Train me to be a Domme Master" she said and when he nodded and turned his head to her, she kissed him deeply

"Good Girl," he whispered back.

"Angel, do you think you would like to play with Bethany again?" he asked. "Just the two of you on your own?"

Angel didn't say a word but nodded happily.

Bethany reached over and tugged Angel's hair.

"Use your words Angel," she admonished.

"Yes Miss Bethany," Angel demurred. "I think you have a lot to teach me"

Bethany felt her face flush, it was scary, and exciting, and she had so much to do to get ready.

He pulled her tight to him and kissed her forehead.

But it can wait, she thought to herself.

She felt sleepy and wanted to melt into him and take a nap. She reached over and put her hand on the back of Angel's neck to make her feel owned and shared and started to drift off to sleep...