Katherine was already 15 minutes late and I knew it was on purpose. Not a power play – Katherine knew she had the power, knew that we knew, and didn’t have to prove it. No, this was about leaving Bec and me alone together in a sullen silence that we would either get used to or get over.
Bec had already been here, nursing her drink, when I arrived at the mostly empty bar. It was early in the afternoon. I would have preferred white wine, but the tension and averted eyes called for bourbon, which I ordered and drank quickly.
Bec looked over my shoulder just as Katherine appeared behind me, her hand brushing my shoulders and coming to rest on the back of my neck as a sort of consolation, while she leaned to kiss Bec’s upturned lips. She didn’t kiss mine. Then she took the third seat at the table. Round table, triangular configuration of women. All geometrically equal and balanced. Not like real life.
I swallowed the rest of my drink and reached for my coat.
“Corissa, wait,” Katherine said. I flicked my eyes to Bec’s but didn’t see the smug look I’d expected. The situation was somehow more complicated than it looked, and it seemed I was the only one who needed to be filled in. This made me even angrier but also made it impossible to leave just yet. Well played, Kat. She signaled the waiter to bring me a second drink.
“I can’t and won’t choose between you and Bec,” Katherine began. “It’s not fair to either of you, but I love you both and choosing isn’t fair to me.”
“You know that’s always been fine with me,” I said. “You and Bec were together a long time before I met you. I’ve never tried to come between you. I can share, she’s the one who can’t.” Bec rolled her eyes.
Katherine shook her head. “She can, actually. But you’re right that Bec and I have been together a long time. We share a house and a bed. Opening this up is a lot to ask of her and she’s entitled to set some conditions.”
“Conditions?”
“You won’t like them. You probably won’t accept them. I wouldn’t blame you if you said no. But it’s the only way I can be with you both. Bec has already agreed. There’s no negotiation. If you say no, you and I will have to say goodbye right now.”
Kat explained that I’d move in tomorrow. I’d keep my apartment for 3 months – a refuge in case I changed my mind and decided to flee from this craziness.
During those 3 months I’d sleep in the guesthouse every night, while Kat and Bec continued to share the master bedroom. I’d use the kitchen in the main house, but only after they’d finished their meals.
Kat and I would never, under any circumstances be alone together. And Kat and Bec would not fuck. Not once. They’d lie side by side in Kat’s big bed, arms and legs entangled, tossing and turning, hungry for each other but starving themselves.
I didn’t trust Bec of course, but Kat was ruthless about doing what she’d said she would do. And Kat had said that, for these 3 long months, she and Bec would both use me — and only me — to pleasure each other and themselves.
Each night before bed, Kat and Bec would visit me in the guest house. I could already picture them walking across the grounds, arms around each other’s waists, pausing to kiss and caress each others’ faces in the cool night air, while I waited for them, alone, naked and shivering on the hard floor.
Waiting to be used.
Bec would set the tone. If she wanted to be rough with me, Kat would be too. If she refused to kiss me, Kat wouldn’t either. Unless she wanted to make me come, they’d leave me alone and unsatisfied, fingering myself to tearful orgasm so that I could finally sleep.
It was getting late and I was on my third drink. The bar was starting to get crowded. Mostly office workers, a few construction guys. The nearby tables were already full and soon the bar would be 3 deep. The air full of office politics and gossip. Since we couldn’t shout to be heard, we had no choice but to lean in and whisper.
“Bec wants you to say no, Corrie. Even if you don’t today, she’ll have 3 months to make you say it. And she can be cruel to people she doesn’t love. I’ve seen it. And if Bec is cruel to you, I’ll have to be cruel to you too. But it’ll still be me, with you, if you say yes.”
Bec finally spoke to me. “Kat’s right, you know. You have a pretty face and you think that means something, entitles you to something. But it doesn’t. Has anyone ever slapped your pretty face? Has anyone ever spit on it? Do you know what piss feels like when it rains down on your skin? What it tastes like when you swallow it? Has anyone ever straddled your pretty face and made you lick their ass and kept riding you until you couldn’t breathe?”
Kat touched my wrist. “It really will be like that in the beginning, Corrie. And maybe the whole time. Bec hates you. But if you agree to this you’ll learn something important. Hate has a taste and love has a taste, and you’ll learn to tell the difference. When we spit and piss into your mouth, you’ll know. When Bec does it, it’ll taste like hate, at first. But I think that will change. That’s the bet I’m making. That no one can be with you for 3 months without falling for you the way I have. Before long she’ll want to taste your kisses and your cunt and your cum. She’ll want to caress your face instead of slapping it. She’ll want to invite you into our bed to sleep between us with your breath on her neck. And then I’ll be free to kiss you again, and to fuck the way we used to, and to drink from you and wear your scent on me and show that I love you.”
“This is really the only way?”
“Yes,” said Katherine.
“Yes,” said Bec.
“Then yes.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3dvm19/guest_house_lesbian_domination