My Best Friend's Girlfriend Ch. 12

It may be pretending. Maria's right. But it doesn't matter. I'm helping them. I'm healing them. Maybe I am a sub. I've always been a sub. I was a sub to Carl, and now I'm June's sub and Maria's sub and Sandra's sub. I serve them. I give them what they want, and that's to pretend to be a domme. I can do that. I can pretend if that saves them from Reyna.

But I'm ill-equipped to do this. I'm not a goddess. I feel the faint lines above my breasts. Slut. Goddess. A challenge and a question. I'm not the goddess. Am I the slut? No. I'm a friend. I'm a lover. I'm a healer. I'm not a slut. If I want to help and heal them, I need to get help. I need a professional.

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Sandra grips my hand while waiting for the dominatrix to get ready. Apparently, June knows this woman and suggested her to me when I mentioned improving as a domme. June kept apologizing, and I told her it was fine. She said the truth: I have a lot to learn. Well, school is in session. Sandra came with me so I could have someone to practice on. I don't want this woman to dominate me. I want her to show me how to be dominant.

We're in some type of waiting room. Not a full room, I doubt a dominatrix needs a full room, but it's a nook in a hallway outside of a black iron door. Her dungeon, I guess. I feel terrified and horny all at the same time, an entirely new experience for me except with Reyna. Surely Lady Lorelei isn't going to be like being with Reyna.

We hear three knocks on the other side of the door. That's our cue. Sandra stands with a dopey smile on her face. Neither of us have ever been to a dominatrix before, and one of us is clearly more excited than another.

I let Sandra open the door for me, and step into the dungeon. It's lit by torch light and everything. Very authentic. I can't decide if I want to roll my eyes or applaud Lorelei's attention to detail. At first, I'm shocked to see there is no bed. There's also no torture device or elaborate iron bars to tie me up. The room is simple and clean. It's dark, yes. The walls are painted black, and the torch light and reflection of the torch light off of the hardwood floor is all there is to light the place. But other than that, there is a stool, two chairs, a wooden box, a wooden chest that looks like a treasure chest, a few iron spikes along the walls, and a few poles going through the floor and straight into the ceiling like stripper poles. That's it. It's open and spacious, almost as big as June's apartment where we're all staying right now.

At the other side of the room, sitting on one of the chairs and taking small sips from a water bottle, is Lady Lorelei. She isn't in complete body-tight red rubber like I imagined. She's in white of all things: a white corset with lace finishes by the breasts and waist, white stockings, white lace panties, white garters, and shocking red pump heels. Her makeup is simple, nothing gaudy or gauche. It's almost a naked and natural look, but her lips are the same bright red as her heels. Her hair is blonde and done up in a bun on top of her head, with two loose strands over her ears, dangling and framing her face.

"Hello," she says in a slight accent. It's not like Reyna's accent, a bit more French than Spanish. I can't place it.

"Uh, hi," I say without any confidence at all. God, can she even tell who the sub is and who the domme is between Sandra and I?

"You are Sarah," I assume.

"What makes you think that?" I ask. She smiles and gestures towards Sandra. I turn to look, and see helpless lust on Sandra's face. She wants Lorelei, badly.

"That's the look of a hungry, sub. You've assessed the situation. She's only looking at me."

"Oh," I say.

"This is your first time with a professional?" she asks.

"Uh, yeah."

"You said you need a teacher."

"I want to be more dominant."

"That's a hard thing to teach."

"You can't make her look at me like that?" I gesture to Sandra. She's on the verge of drooling.

"What's your name, slut?" asks Lorelei to Sandra.

"S-S-Sandra, Mistress."

"Come here, slut." Lorelei calmly puts down her water bottle and stands as Sandra slowly makes her way to the dream in white. Sandra's nervous, not sure what to do with her hands, and she keeps looking back at me. I nod at her to tell her everything is alright.

When she comes to a stop in front of Lorelei, Lorelei smiles at her and I see Sandra relax. Suddenly, Lorelei slaps Sandra hard enough to fling Sandra's glance to the side. I take a step forward, but Lorelei holds up a hand, stopping me. Sandra looks back at the Lady, holding her cheek.

"Sarah is your Mistress. Do you understand?" Sandra nods. "You may call me Lady or Lady Lorelei, but Sarah is your mistress. If you want her to be more like me, then show her service, devotion, and respect. Then she will blossom into what I am. Understand?" Sandra nods. "Good. Go make yourself useful and undress yourself. Then sit on the stool over there."

Sandra obeys immediately. I know I should be afraid for Sandra; I never expected Lorelei to hit us, but mostly I'm excited. This is what I want. This is what Sandra likes. June likes it. Maria likes it. I need to be like this. That's how I can save them from Reyna.

"Did that please you, Sarah?" asks Lorelei.

"Yes."

"Is that what you want to learn?"

"Yes."

"Good. I can teach you."

"How?" I ask.

"First, power comes from attitude."

"What do you mean?"

"You're not perfect." I take a step back from her, confused.

"I know, that's why I'm -"

"I'm not perfect either. You think she wants me because I'm perfect."

"You look perfect."

"Don't be naive, Sarah. Makeup. Clothing. All costumes. I don't feel any more perfect than you. But more importantly, Sandra doesn't want me because she thinks I'm perfect."

"Then why does she want you?"

"Because I will take control. I want control. I prefer to be in control. She senses that. She wants to lose control. That's what I give her, and that's why she'll come back to me." She looks over at Sandra, who is now naked on the stool, watching us. I can see her clenching and squirming, already wound up so much from whatever power Lorelei has on her. Lorelei crosses over in front of Sandra and waves me over. I obey.

I don't know how this woman could not be perfect. She's poised and in control. She's sexy and hot. Everything about her body and appearance is intentional and flawless. She is as much perfection as Reyna.

"Sandra," says Lorelei. "Why do you serve Sarah?"

"What?" asks Sandra. Lorelei slaps her again. It isn't hard, just a reminder.

"Why do you serve Sarah?"

"Because I need her."

"Is she perfect?"

"Wha- um, no."

"Why do you need her?"

"Because I don't want to be in charge. I need someone to do it."

"Good girl. You may request me to remove one piece of my clothing."

"Umm, umm ... what about Sarah?"

"You want Sarah to remove her clothing?"

"Um, yeah." Sandra's eyes flee to the floor and stay there. She can't bear Lorelei's gaze.

Lorelei turns to me. "Do you want to remove your clothing?"

"Sure," I say and reach for the bottom of my shirt to lift it over my head.

"No," snaps Lorelie and I stop. "Don't do it because we suggest it. Do it because you want to. Do you want to remove your clothing?"

I take a deep breath. I hate this question. Asking me what I really want feels like a trap. No one wants me to get what I want. They want something. They want me to answer with the answer they want. This question is a test and a trap.

Do I want my clothes off? No. I want to feel protected and safe. I don't know this woman. I want to be able to run if I need to. I don't want to be naked here. I want to stay in control.

But I also want to feel sexy. I want to have fun with these two gorgeous women, and I don't want to upset them. Sandra wants me naked. I can't give her that, but I can meet that desire.

"My bra," I say. "I want my bra off and my shirt on."

"Good," says Lorelei. "That's a start. Think in terms of 'I want' statements." Lorelei turns back to Sandra while I take off my bra. Sandra keeps her eyes on me, and I feel myself blush and heat up from her attention while the incredible dominatrix is between us. Lorelei has to snap her fingers to get her attention. "Sandra."

"Yes?"

"You find Sarah attractive?"

"Yes."

"Do you find me attractive?"

"Uh, yes."

"Which do you prefer?"

"Um, I don't know."

"Yes, you do."

"I can't say."

Another quick and light slap comes from Lorelei. "I don't have time for games, Sandra. Which do you prefer?"

"You," I feel something drain out of me. Of course. Sandra prefers Lorelei. She probably prefers Reyna. Everyone prefers someone else besides me. I'm not doing this right. Dammit.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Don't make me slap you again."

"You know what you want. You know what you'll make me do. You don't hesitate. You take. I know you'll control me. All I want is to be controlled."

"Good girl. Good sub." She turns to me and smiles. "You must never forget that. That is the key. They want to be controlled. You are helping them by taking control." I nod. I'm trying to process the lesson, but all I can think about is that Sandra prefers Lorelei, and she should prefer Lorelei. Of course, she does. I prefer Lorelei. Who wouldn't prefer her? She knows exactly what she wants, and I'm a bumbling idiot of insecurities.

"May I reward your pet?" asks Lorelei. I nod again. I watch as Lorelei physically lifts Sandra off of the stool and brings her to her knees. Then Lorelei pulls aside her panties from her pussy and pulls Sandra's face in to lick her. Sandra does eagerly. Lorelei sits on the stool, facing me, and Sandra continues to eat her out. Lorelei doesn't moan. She doesn't flinch. "This isn't for me. This is for Sandra. My reward will come later. For now, this is her reward. It's about her."

"You don't like it?"

"I like it. But if I squirm and moan, she'll have power over me. I want to keep the power. Sandra wants me to keep the power. The whole dynamic hinges on me keeping the power."

"You don't want to give in?"

"The moment I give in, this ends."

"I don't think I can do that."

"You must detach yourself from them. Submissives are needy and clingy. You have to disengage. You can't need them. You can want them all you want, but you can never need them."

"I don't want to detach from them. I love them."

"If you love them, control them. Control yourself. Here, let us practice." She waves me over, and I obey. Sandra is still happily eating Lorelei out, and yet she doesn't flinch at all. Lorelei grabs my shoulder and draws me in closer, so I can feel Sandra's head against my crotch.

"May I touch you?" asks Lorelei. I nod. She brings her hands to my hips. "May I kiss you?" I nod again, and she leans in to kiss me. I lean in, my eyes drawn in by her bright red lips. Her kiss is gentle and easy. She's persistent, never letting the kiss end or taking her hands off my hips. The kisses are soft. Nothing is rushed or forced. There's no tongue. It's like our lips are ice cream, and she's starving. Each kiss is a lick or a nibble.

I feel her hands start to climb my stomach. I know where she's going. I want to her to take them, my tits, in her hands. I want to feel her hands all over my body. God, she should just take what she wants. I hope she wants my tits. Her hands softly squeeze my breasts, and I give out a slight sigh.

"No, Sarah," she says. "It can feel good, but don't let on. Control yourself. Then you can control others."

"Is this the most important lesson?"

"Maybe. But this shows me something important." Lorelei slides her hands under my shirt and grabs my tits. My nipples are hard. My bra is gone. My back arches.

"What?" I gasp.

She leans forward and whispers in my ear, "someone so desperate to be touched would make a great sub."

She flicks my nipples with her fingers. I feel me knees start to give out. I grab her hips to help keep me stable. Sandra is giving the slightest pressure against my pussy. It's all so gentle and easy, but it's irresistible. It's like the temperature being raised one degree at a time. By the time you realize it, you're cooked alive.

"I can help you," she whispers. "But the question now, as it was at the beginning, is the same. What do you want?"

"What?" She gives me a slight slap. It doesn't hurt, but my eyes open, and she gets my attention.

"What do you want? It's the same as the question of the clothes. The question was never what you thought Sandra wanted or what I wanted. The question was always about what you wanted. Don't think about what Sandra wants or what I want. Tell me. What does Sarah want?"

"To be touched."

"Yes."

"Please."

"Only subs beg."

"Please."

"What do you want?"

"Please."

Another slap. I don't care. "Please."

Lorelei twists my nipples. Hard. My back arches, my knees buckle, and my crotch grinds into the back of Sandra's head, pressing her further against Lorelei's pussy. My vision goes from a blur, to white as Lorelei twists harder. I hold onto her hips, trying not to collapse, and feel my hips buck and grind deeper against Sandra.

Lorelei gives a bit of a laugh. "My, my. You are quite sensitive there. If you were my sub, I'd heavily consider getting them pierced."

My eyes open, and I step away from Lorelei and Sandra. Before Sandra can realize what's going on, before Lorelei can get out a word of confusion or protest, before I can grab my bra or care that I don't have a bra, I'm out the door, out the building, running as fast as I can and as far as I can.