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Friday morning at the breakfast, we told Jenny about our evening. She took my hand and looked into my eyes:
“And how are you?”
“I am fine. I needed an orgasm, and yet not. Bringing Rosie two of them gave me a strange satisfaction. I felt that her orgasm meant at least as much to me as my own. Is that submission?”
“Seems like it. Or at least dedication. I might challenge you a bit from time to time.”
“Thank You, Mistress!”
Rosie took my other hand and gave it a squeeze. I leaned over and kissed both my girlfriends.
“You are so good to me. I really appreciate it and I hope that I am worth it.”
Jenny took hold of my jaw and turned my head in her direction, looking directly into my eyes:
“Don’t underestimate yourself. I have told you that before. You bring what you can to a relationship, and if there are problems, we discuss them openly. Have we discussed anything yet?”
“No, not what I know of.”
“That’s because there are no problems. Have you other concerns than your potential inadequacy?”
“No, not really.”
“Not really? C’mon, spill it!”
“I trust you, but I am a bit insecure about what’s coming. I know that the old Ann is no more, but where will it end, and who is the new Ann?”
“The old Ann is still there and will always be there. But she’s changing. I cannot tell you how, but we will find out together. Who did the shopping last Tuesday?”
“I did.”
“And you bought heels, tight jeans and T-shirts. All on your own. And the other day you bought a pink scrunchie and wore it in public. You are changing yourself more than I am. Right?”
I nodded. She was right. Am I breaking out of my prison all by myself?
“Are you going to wear your company’s logo wear again today?”
“No, I expect a normal day at the office”
“Then I have something you should try on. When you have finished your breakfast, you can go changing. Rosie and I will clean up.”
I was curious; Jen had talked about starting my transformation into clothing I couldn’t use as a hideout. I finished my buns and went to the bedroom with half a cup of coffee.
“Did you finish your breakfast?”
Jenny yelled after me.
“Yes, Mistress. I have just got my coffee.”
“Then you didn’t finish it. One demerit.”
“Aww Mistress, it is just half a cup!”
“Two demerits!”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress!”
I had a few points from the week before. I wondered when it was payday. I had to ask Rosie about the system. I didn’t dare to ask Jenny. Or did I? There was only one way to find out if I dared or not. I went to the kitchen and asked Jenny:
“How does that demerit system work?”
“You cannot expect me to keep track of your numerous misdemeanors. And of course, I cannot let you do it yourself. Rosie and I have tried a small black book, but one of us should bring it everywhere. Plus a pen. Of course, it would be a task for Rosie, but it didn’t work. Now we count to five. At the fifth incident, we clear the board with a spanking or another punishment right away.”
“On the spot? What if I break a rule while we are out?”
“I am not asking you to bend over on a display of canned beans to get your spanking, but don’t expect me to wait until we get home every time. Five demerits are seldom cashed out with only five strokes. That depends on the kırşehir escort situation, how busy we are, our company and such. But I won’t disappoint you – you’ll get plenty. Sometimes the punishment isn’t a spanking, but still a punishment. Or you may get a task instead.”
“Oh, thank You, Mistress!”
“You are welcome.”
Jenny rose and came to me, hugging me.
“Now go get dressed.”
I went to the bedroom and saw a dark blue pair of jeans and a shirt in thin white and pale blue stripes. The jeans sat fine – they weren’t baggy, but still not tight. The shirt was oversized, but not as tent-like as my own shirts. I returned to the kitchen to show Jen and Rosie.
“That is nice, just as I thought. It is an oversized shirt. It is not supposed to go into the jeans.”
I pulled it out. It would partly hide my bum, but only halfway.
Rosie checked the fit more professionally – pinching an inch of fabric here and there, pulling a couple of seams to the left or right. She seemed satisfied too.
“Thank You, Mistress. I am satisfied myself, this is exactly the next level I had in mind. I can’t wait to show it to Jeannette.”
I got another hug from Jenny, and then a long one from Rosie.”
“By the way, girls, how was your evening yesterday? Did you like the chain?”
“Oh yes, Mistress. It was nice to be forced to be so close to each other. We loved it!”
Rosie had been quick to answer, so I just nodded and added:
“It gave us some challenges, but we worked things out pretty easy.”
“You know that it is a tool too? If I find you fighting over something one day, you’ll be chained together until you are friends again, even if it takes weeks.”
“Then when we want that chain again, we just have to shout at each other?”
Rosie looked at Jenny, tongue in cheek.
“That would be topping from the bottom. You don’t want to go there.”
“No Mistress! Of course not.”
“Now get dressed, you horny slut. Did you get your orgasms last night?”
“Plenty, Mistress. Ann is the perfect pleaser.”
“Just treat her nice.”
Rosie hugged Jenny and went to dress, and I continued:
“She did for sure last night. I have never been so horny and still able to control myself. Of course with some help. She was fantastic!”
“I was in doubt when you wanted to give your orgasm away, but you know how to set up some goals and get there. The tease and denial were planned before you gave your orgasm away. If things went wrong, Rosie had my permission to let you cum. She woke up horny in the middle of the night and texted me. I am so satisfied with you.”
“Thanks. I loved it. Last night was really good. The thought of pleasing others while being denied myself was so much me. You two are so easy to serve and please.”
“For now. Small steps.”
“Small steps, Mistress.”
“Did you talk about other things?”
“Plenty, Mistress. I was curious about what changes You would do to me.”
“I don’t know much about you yet. And you don’t either.”
“I know. But I want to tell you…”
I hesitated. How should I put it? I stepped closer and hugged Jenny.
“I – I just want you to know that when we have been visiting my parents this summer, I am more than ready to have my nose pierced like Rosie’s. It looks so cute, and if you malatya escort feel like doing it, I am ok with it. If you don’t want it, it is ok, but now it is said, and I don’t want to be able to take it back. Don’t see this as topping, please.”
Jenny raised her eyebrows. Was I trying to top?
“When you say so. I don’t see it as topping, just remember that I might not tell you in advance. It could easily be a surprise in one way or the other.”
“Thank You, Mistress.”
Rosie came out from the bedroom in a fitted blouse in a pattern with a lot of small flowers in red, white, and pink. Her trousers were dark grey, almost business attire, but sitting tight over her butt and with wide legs.
We hugged Jenny goodbye in the hallway, and each other next to my bicycle.
“Perhaps I should get a bicycle too. It depends.”
“Depends? Of what?”
“Of what you say the day after a severe spanking. Might be a painful ride to work.”
“I haven’t thought of that. I have had no problems so far. If it is too bad, I can take the bus.”
“Unless Jen has included a bike ride in the punishment. I had a task on the bike at the gym. 20 miles on a sore ass.”
“You must have been a naughty girl then.”
“I had. Well, bye, and have a gorgeous day.”
“The same to you, my love.”
A hug and a kiss later and we were on our separate ways.
At work, Jeannette was at her desk when I arrived.
“Gee, girl. You are improving. You look like a cake ready to eat.”
“I thought you were into boys.”
“I am, and be glad for that. Borrowed stuff? They don’t look brand new.”
“No, we go for circular economy. Jen went to a thrift store the other day.”
“It is a nice find. Fits you perfectly. I wish I thrift shopped more myself.”
“We went shopping last Sunday. They found clothes, I found a book. I haven’t even had time to open it yet, let alone finish the other book, I am reading. There is always a girl waiting for a kiss…”
“That love takes a lot of time and energy, right?”
“Yes, but now that I have tasted the forbidden fruit, I don’t think I can live without it.”
“How right you are.”
During my small breaks the next hours, I worked on my document from the day before. I wanted to make a menu card so the girls could see what coffee drinks they could have. I planned to carry the coffee maker over sometime during the weekend. I tried different layouts, but couldn’t even determine if I couldn’t choose the best or if I just wasn’t satisfied at all.
“Jeanneeeett? Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Sure, I hope.”
“Remember our old coffeemaker? I am trying to list all the things you can get from it. I cannot decide which layout is the best. Can you help me?”
“Sure, send it to me.”
I did, and she opened it.
“Can I make a few changes?”
“Anything you want. You are better at layout than me, so I take what you suggest.”
The phones were ringing too, so I lost track of the time and couldn’t really see if Jeannette was doing work or layout for me. She rose, took our cups, and left the office. She returned with coffee for us and typed a bit more.
“What was it? They are Jenny and Rosie, right?”
“Yes.”
A few keystrokes later, she went out of the office again. Perhaps five minutes later, she returned niğde escort with something in her hand. It was a light brown A4 paper, plastic laminated and folded like a book to stand on a table like the real cafe menu cards. The front read in cursive: ‘Chez Jenny, Rosie they were too large. The ring was made of very bright shining metal.
“Gee, Mistress. Is it a clicker? Yes! Can I wear it tonight? Oh, man, it is beautiful!”
“You can and you will. Let me give it a bit of lube.”
I was curious.
“Lube?”
Rosie explained:
“When you haven’t used a pierced hole for a while, it may be shrunk a bit, making it a tight fit.”
Jenny got the small tube we used for our nipples and put a little drop on the ring. Then she opened a small hinged section of the ring. As Rosie tilted her head back, Jenny took the ring to Rosie’s nose and carefully worked it through her septum.
“Not bad – it went smooth in. Now let us see you smile.”
Rosie smiled and turned her head towards me. The ring sat under her nose with the gemstones shining bright. Her eyes were smiling and shining too.
“Nice. Go have a look in the mirror.”
Rosie left for the bathroom, returned a minute later, and hugged Jenny.
“Gee, it is beautiful! Thanks a lot!”
“A beautiful ring to a beautiful girl. And Ann, let me help you with that.”
Jenny put the silver chain around my neck and stepped back.
“Just perfect. Go to the mirror.”
I did, and wow, my first real jewelry! The chain was long enough to let the pendant sit in the middle of the naked skin above my cleavage. The top of my cleavage hadn’t been shown on my date with Jenny the previous Tuesday, but as a mystery, the two top buttons of the shirt had disappeared. Well, not that much of a mystery – if I asked Jenny, she would confess without any regrets.
“Gee, Mistress. I like it! Thanks!”
I hugged Jenny and kissed her. After that, Rosie got a hug and a kiss too. She looked so much different with her septum ring. I should have expected that. The rebel hair color matched fine with facial piercings. What would be next? Her makeup was a bit like mine; mostly eyes and lips. The small hint of freckles was gone, covered by some foundation or what it was called. Makeup was a new universe to me, and I had to learn everything from scratch.
“Among other things like doors and locks, Rosie is not allowed to open any of her piercings except her ears. This ring will stay in until tomorrow. And your necklace is sitting perfectly.”
“Am I allowed to open it later tonight?”
“Yes, you are. Thin chains like that tend to break during sleep or sex. Now, what is missing? Ann, what are you bringing tonight? Phone and keys?”
“Yes, not much more, I think. No toothbrush.”
We all laughed. Jenny disappeared and came back from the office.
“You can use this tonight. You’ll get used to having a bag or a purse with you. I have decided that you are not allowed to use your pockets after you come home from work. Evenings and weekends, you’ll need a bag when you go out.”
“Thank you, Mistress. I have a challenge there, breaking a twenty-year-old habit.”
“Well, if you don’t have pockets like today, you cannot use them.”
“How right you are.”
I looked at the handbag. It was a little bigger than my phone, and the strap was an endless, shiny chain running through two eyelets on the top of the bag. I put my phone and keys in it and took the chain over my head as a crossbody bag with the chain running between my breasts. The chain’s length was perfect – the bag sat at hip level. The leather was a fake crocodile in shiny black.