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"Shhh..." Brynna wrapped her arms around Anne, pulling her close. "It's okay, sweetheart. You didn't mean any harm. Hell, you didn't even cause any harm. The talk we had we needed to have. It was just... extremely awkward and uncomfortable." She sighed. "And it's going to make things moreso now. But that's not your fault. It would have been that way for her, anyway, so it's only fair that it is for me, too."
"Because until she finds someone else to focus on, I know she'll be thinking about it," Brynna said. "And me being with you is going to hurt her."
Brynna ran her hands up and down Anne's slick back. "She doesn't want to be jealous of you, sweetheart, but emotions seldom do what we want. And knowing I can't keep my hands off of you isn't going to help."
Anne's eyes kept flickering down to Brynna's naked breasts, despite her obvious attempts to keep her gaze on her Mistress's face. "Why would she be jealous?"
Brynna flushed suddenly as she realized that she'd just casually stripped to get into the tub. She hadn't thought about it at all, hadn't even considered that it was the first time she'd even been naked in front of anyone but family. She hadn't been embarrassed, but she was not. Not at her nudity, but rather at the lack of conscious thought behind it. She didn't want to show it, though. It was rather silly, anyway, considering their relationship. Still... she felt more than a bit awkward. Anne was tiny, delicate, so lovely... Next to her, she felt huge, like an entirely different species, her well-defined muscle and extra large breasts seeming overblown and exagerrated along side the smaller girl's soft, slim, little body. She put her hands on Anne's shoulders and turned her around, to face away from her, reaching for the handheld shower to wet the soft black curls. "Because you have what she wants," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Brynna poured shampoo onto Anne's curls and massaged it into a foamy lather. "Even if you're right, and it really, truly wouldn't hurt you, that was one of the few rules your father stated outright: No other people."
"He told you you couldn't see anyone else?" Anne said in surprise, turning to look back over her shoulder. "That's not fair."
"I agreed to it. 'No other people' sounded reasonable to me, sweetheart," Brynna said. "The main goal was not to do anything that would hurt you."
Brynna carefully rinsed away the soap, holding her hand against Anne's forehead to keep it away from her eyes, then added conditioner. "I think that maybe he thinks it would hurt you. And I have to trust his judgment in that, at least until I know you better. And..." She hesitated for a moment, not sure she should go on, but decided it was best to be honest about it all, "And he did understand the... the kinds of fantasies I had in that direction. He might have thought it was a necessary precaution to prevent us from heading down that path, and he might very well have been right."
"Fantasies that would not be healthy for you. Would not be safe," Brynna said. "Some fantasies aren't meant to be acted out."
Brynna didn't answer while she rinsed Anne's hair again, gently combing her fingers through the curls. Finally, only after she was done, did she speak again. "I'd rather not say."
Anne turned around, putting her hands on Brynna's waist. "Mistress... you promised to do your best to give me what I needed if I told you what that was. Shouldn't you allow me to do the same thing?"
Brynna smiled down at her, then shook her head. She reached for the end of her tight braid, sliding the rubber band, then started loosening it, setting the wild, tight curls free. "It's not a need," she said. "It's just fantasies. There's a difference. A big one. No one should be embarrassed by a need, but sometimes fantasies can be... different."
"Hmmm. That does sound nice," Brynna said, "But... Ah, I know." She reached out from behind the curtain and grabbed a little plastic bench from beside the tub, bringing it in with them and sitting on it. "When Vhana was little and needed help with her hair, I found this so that I didn't have to kneel on the floor or try to sit too far away on the toilet. It'll work just as well in as out." She handed Anne the shower.
Anne took her time washing Brynna's hair, soaping it up thouroughly, running her fingers through it, getting the soap down to her scalp. She didn't speak until she was almost done. "Mistress... I don't mind if you want to share me with others. I... would hope it would be something that wasn't... meaningless to you, but if you wanted to share me with your other loves, or your close friends, I..." her voice trailed off.
"Nothing I do to you, or with you will be meaningless," Brynna said. "Nothing. If I were to share you, it wouldn't be because you didn't matter to me, it would be... to prove that you're mine to share. To show you that that choice is mine, and you perform at my pleasure, for my pleasure, not your own. But... I'm not going to do that. Because he's right, it's too dangerous."
Anne shivered. "Oh god... do you know what that does to me, Mistress? How—" She swallowed. "How turned on it makes me? I... if you could, who would you share me with?"
Brynna shook her head, slowly. "I don't even know. It doesn't matter," she said. "It's the act that's important, not the players. Like an audience... it doesn't matter who they are, just that they're watching, and getting turned on by it. The important part would be that you did it, whether you wanted to or not, and that it turned you on, whether it normally would or not. I... it'd be more likely that I'd want people who didn't naturally turn you on, who maybe even scared you."
"I... he might be right about that. But someone you trusted... would you share me with your sister?"
"I would have to trust anyone I shared you with," Brynna said, sounding surprised. "How the hell could I do it if I didn't?"
"Yes. Like my over-sized male friends from the gym," Brynna said. "They're scary looking guys, but I can still trust them not to do anything I told them not to. Not... not some creep psychopath off the street! You're mine. I... I take care of what's mine."
"You don't get it, pet. I would want you scared. I would intentionally think of things they could do that would frighten you, make you afraid of the pain, and then make you do it anyway," Brynna said. "I want to see you doing things that scare you. Things that hurt you. It turns me on so damned much! But... but not that. That's not going to happen. I promised. No other people. I promised."
Anne shook her head. "I would not be afraid of them if you trust them. I... I might be afraid of what they might do, of the pain, but if you trust them I know nothing bad will happen to me."
Brynna clenched her jaw. "Define 'bad'! Pain, fear, being forced to do humiliating things... these are all bad things. And they're all things I want to do to you, which is bad enough, but wanting to watch them done to you, or let other people watch them done, that... that steps over the line, it really does."
"Bad is... being harmed, not hurt," Anne said. "Permanent things that aren't... well, aren't like my barbells. Scars, or broken bones, or... or something that would kill me."
Anne shook her head. "Those were just examples. It's... anything that would cause harm, not just hurt."
"But you didn't mention any," Brynna said. "Can you honestly say that being passed around like a new toy, being treated like a whore wouldn't hurt you?"
Anne shivered again. "Oh, god no.... that would be... be..." Her nipples were hard, the water running down over them. "Wonderful."
Brynna closed her eyes for a moment, then turned, reaching up and pulling Anne down to sit on her knee. "Honey... I just don't understand you at all," she said. "And it scares me. Everything I've read says that people don't really feel like that. That it's a nice fantasy, but to really expect it is monstrous. If you don't consider that to be emotionally harmful, then what would be?"
Anne was silent for a moment. "Being... disposable. Someone who didn't matter, someone you didn't care about. That... that would destroy me."
"That's... not ever going to happen," Brynna said. "But isn't it what you were expecting when you first came to me?"
"It seemed to be. You didn't seem to care whether I maimed you, or even killed you," Brynna said. "You acted like... like you didn't expect anything. Like you thought you didn't deserve anything."
"Mistress... if you wished to maim me, or kill me, I would let you. But I know it wouldn't be anything you did because you did't care."
"But why?" Brynna asked, totally bewildered. "What could you possibly get out of it that would be worth that?"
Anne hesitated. "I... don't know if I can explain it, Mistress. I don't know how to put it into words, how to say waht I feel. But it is. It's... important to me that I not keep anything back from you, not even that choice."
Brynna sat there, with the warm water running over her back, trickling down between them, and knew that she'd never been so confused. "But why, pet? What does it give you?"
Brynna sighed, shaking her head. "I just don't understand." She reached back and turned off the water, then gathered Anne up in her arms and stood up, stepping out of the tub before setting the girl back on her feet. "If I knew for sure that you got something out of this, something that you not only needed but wanted, something good, then I would feel better about it. Something other than turned on, I mean," she added.
Brynna grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Anne's shoulders. "That doesn't make any sense," she said. "Not when you know you're not. You know I want to hurt you and use you."
Exasperated, Brynna shook her head. "Only by the most perverted definition possible! No one else would think you were 'safe' with me. And certainly not safer than you were without me, yes?"
Brynna sighed, then smiled at her and shook her head. She reached for her own towel. "I don't understand it. But I guess I don't have to understand it. I just have to believe it. And if I believe it, then... I don't know. A lot of things become possible that I always assumed would never be anything but fantasy. And that's a scary thought," she said. "It makes me wonder just what sort of person I might turn into."
"Because I always thought that anyone who would really do the things I fantasized about should be locked up someplace safe," Brynna said softly. "Especially if they did them to sweet, innocent, fragile little girls."
Brynna nodded solemnly. "I know. I have a hard time believing it, but I do know. I just wish I understood why. But..." She paused thoughtfully. "I guess that's not really a fair question. I can't say why I want the things I do, either. I have no idea why the idea of pretty girls squirming and crying in pain turns me on. It just does. And... just like the other, I'd be more comfortable if I did know. But I don't."
Anne nodded. "I really don't understand why you do it," she said. "It seems like... well, like a lot of work, for something that's not really fun."
"That's... exactly the way I feel. Like you're putting yourself through a hell of a lot of suffering for no real benefit."
"Maybe." Anne shrugged. "Or maybe everyone else is crazy. I don't know. I'm just glad you're crazy the way I need."
Brynna stared at her for a moment, then reached out and pulled her close. "You do need it, don't you?" she murmured. "For whatever reason, whether it was there before or not, it is now, and you need it." She gripped the back of Anne's neck firmly, holding her face tilted up. "That's what's important, isn't it? Not what it would do to anyone else, but that, for you, if fills a need. Doesn't it?"
Brynna slipped her arm under Anne's hips, lifting her, and yanked her head back. Her mouth trailed down over the exposed throat, nipping and biting at the soft skin. "Mine." She closed her teeth gently around the girl's windpipe for a moment, pressing hard enough to feel, and growled low in her throat before releasing it. "Mine! Mine because I want you and because you need it. You need to be my little fucktoy, don't you? You can be everything you need to be if you're mine. I'll make you do it. Everything. No choices. No guilt. Everything you need to be, you'll be for me."
"Tell me. You're not allowed to hide from me," Brynna said against her skin. "Tell me what you need me to make you do, what you need to be!"
"I'm not letting you go," Brynna whispered. "I'll fight to keep you. You're mine... I won't let anyone or anything take you from me."
Brynna shuddered and kissed her way down, stopping at the tops of the little breasts. "We... we should get dressed and get out of here now..."
"My... my mother's in the house today. Normally, she wouldn't be here and..." Brynna shuddered again. "And I could just spread you out on the bathroom floor and... ooh god... But not... not today."
"Oh sweetheart..." Brynna sighed. "I know you wouldn't. But... I don't know how she'd react, and... and now wouldn't be a good time to find out."
Brynna looked into her eyes searchingly. "You know it's not that I'm ashamed of you, or anything like that, don't you?"
Brynna kissed her quickly. "I just wanted to make sure. Honey, things like this... like we're going to be doing, that can cause low self-esteem. That's why it scares me. And even if it doesn't affect you that way, you have a right to know why I would want you to hide it. In this case... she just can't handle it right now. It has nothing to do with you. It's just her situation, some stuff she has to get through that's going to be really hard on her already. And... and she feels responsible for any choices I make like that, for some reason. If she didn't understand it, and she thought it was horrible, she'd completely blame herself for it, see?"
Brynna smiled. "I think she will be. I hope she will be. If she is, I owe your father big-time, as I'm sure he knows."
"Yeah." Brynna sighed again as she wondered if her mother was really, truly up to it. She hoped so... failing again would kill her. She just wished she knew whether he'd done it because she deserved it or because he wanted a lever over her. Well... maybe she could find out. "Honey, I... I want to ask you a question. I don't want it to hurt your feelings or insult you. I have to ask just because I don't have enough experience with him to know, okay?"
"Would he have done it just because of... us?" Brynna asked hesitantly. "Either out of pity, or to make sure that... I knew he had something that was important to me?"
Anne shook her head firmly. "No way. Maybe if it was an entry level position, but I doubt it. A management position? No way." She stopped. "Wait. Your mom got fired? Your mom worked for my dad?"
"Apparently. I mean, of course if your father had to own a company, it was the one my mom worked for. It makes perfect sense today," Brynna said, her voice tinged with a touch of disgust, then reached for Anne's skirt, holding it for her to step into. "C'mon, we need to stop hogging the bathroom."
Brynna smiled. "Of course. Apparently I've really pissed off one of those ancient Indian trickster gods. That's the only explanation for all of this that makes sense."
"I just... really hope she can handle the job," Brynna said, frowning worriedly. "She hasn't really got the experience for it, that's why I'd wondered."
"That sounds like Dad," Anne said. "His idea of the right way to find out if someone can do a job is to throw them in. I don't mean he won't help if they get over their head; all they have to do is ask. I think part of it is to see if they will ask." She looked at Brynna thoughtfully. "That might be what he's doing with you, now that I think about it."
Brynna snorted. "Oh no, I asked for help. Pretty much right away," she said. "No luck there. You'd think a loving father could at least be counted on to set reasonable limits, but ohhh no, he wouldn't do that. Three measly rules. Hmf!"
"Like I said, not much." Brynna sighed. "No other people, no broken skin, and no handcuffs or other unsafe bondage." She reached for her own clothes, pulling on the tshirt and shorts without bothering with bra and panties.
"Well, those were the only concrete things. Anything that would harm you, of course, isn't acceptable," Brynna said. "I just really wanted more in the way of... nice, solid limits. Because it's knowing what would harm you that I don't have the experience to do."
"Are you sure it wasn't the not harming me that was the rule?" Anne asked thoughtfully. "That would be more like what I'd expect."
"What difference does it make?" Brynna asked. "Whether they were examples or rules, they were still things that he said would harm you. That's what I wanted. I just wanted more of them. At least enough to feel safe."
Anne didn't answer immediately. "Maybe... I'm not sure I like the idea, but maybe he wants you to talk to him."
"Maybe he wants you to talk about the things you want to do. I... don't know if I really like the idea, but on the other hand..."
"I... yeah. On the other hand... would you feel better if you'd had some advice from someone who know what they were doing?" Anne asked.
"I... um. No. Not in this case," Brynna said. "I think the whole embarrassment factor would totally override any benefits, given that it would be pretty much fatal. And the whole, him finding out something that displeased him and so coming after me with a shotgun thing would be bad, too. So I think I'll stick to books and newsgroups for right now, even if they are a bit... lacking in advice for this level of stuff."
"And he might think he wants the details, in a horrible, masochistic sort of way, but he really doesn't," Brynna said. "Unless he's trying to punish himself for some reason, like maybe he thinks your... um... preferances are his fault."
"I doubt it," Anne said. "But... he might think he wants the details. Or he might just want to know enough to know I'm safe. I don't know. I guess I need to talk to him."
"Sweetheart..." Brynna fastened the bra and turned Anne to face her, reaching out to tilt her chin up. "No one has to know anything, if you're not comfortable with it. I mean it. This doesn't have to be even semi-public knowledge. Even if it means I can't ask for advice, I'll deal with that. I'd rather deal with that than have you embarrassed or ashamed because of it." She blushed. "At least... in public, I mean."
Anne shook her head, flushing. "I... most people I don't mind. It's... kind of exciting. But he's my Dad."
"Then I won't tell him anything," Brynna said. "We'll work it out just between us. But... he can keep you from me, baby, so I'm not going to break the rules he did give me. I won't talk to him about it, either way, but I won't give him an excuse to take you away, either."
Anne bit her lip. "Let me talk to him?" she asked. "Maybe he doesn't want details, just... a general idea. I think I could be okay with that. I don't know. I need to think about it."
"He doesn't need to know any of it, beyond that I'm following his rules," Brynna said. "There's no reason for you to be uncomfortable at all. If you want to talk to him, then of course you can. But you don't have to."
"I want to," Anne said. "I trust him, and... he's taking a chance. If he wants to make sure I'm okay... I should probably let him."
Brynna sighed. "Honey... It's not just for you that I'm not willing to talk to him about it. I'm way not comfortable with that idea," she said, as she slipped Anne's shirt onto her and buttoned it up.
Anne giggled. "I understand. Believe me, I understand. But... do you understand why I think he probably deserves it?"
"Deserves it?" Brynna asked incredulously. "No. Absolutely not. Or... at least not more than you deserve privacy. He might be... um... worthy of trusting with it, but that's different from being owed something."
"I didn't say he had a right to it," Anne said. "I said he deserves it. I think there's a difference."
"Maybe. I don't really think so. Not when him getting it interferes with what other people deserve," Brynna said. "Like I said... he might have earned it, sort of, but that doesn't mean that he should get it, especially if it's going to bother you."
"I don't mean he has a right to demand it," Anne said. "I meant... that it's something I should give him, if I can. If I can't, he doesnt' have any right to complain, though. Does that make any sense?"
"Um... yeah, okay, I can see that," Brynna said, then smiled as she ran her fingers through Anne's damp curls, fluffing them. "All right. You go ahead and slip back into the bedroom, since you're nice and presentable now, and I'll braid my mop and join you in a minute."
"Oh! Right, I'd almost forgot that." Her cheeks took on a pink glow. "Um. If you'd like, why don't you... um... why not just ask if... ah... you could stay tonight?" she suggested softly.
When Brynna walked into the bedroom, she found Anne sitting on the bed, a bemused expression on her face. She frowned and sat down beside her, slipping an arm around her waist. "What's wrong, pet?"
"Nothing. I think. Um. Don't ever make the mistake of thinking my dad's not smart," she said. "Um. I talked to him. He said that you weren't really listening to him."
Anne shook her head. "He said that he told you not to do something like share me around with the football team, not that there couldn't be other people involved. Um. But that you'd have to be real careful, because if it got out people'd think the wrong thing. I didn't tell him, I swear!"
Brynna blinked, then moved away enough to pull her feet up on the bed and sit, crosslegged, facing her. "Then... what... how did that come up?"
"I told him about the no other people rule, and that I didn't think it was fair because it didn't bother me. But I didn't tell him who! I swear I didn't!" Anne looked to be on the verge of tears.
"He just... he just knew! I don't know how!" Anne looked up at her, her face open and pleading. "I didn't tell him, I swear! But he knew that it was— was your sister. And— and he said it didn't bother him, but most people would have a real problem, so we'd have to be real careful and keep it a secret. But I don't know how he knew!"
Brynna licked her lips, then reached out, taking her hands. "It... it's okay, honey. I believe you. It's not your fault."
Brynna tugged on her hand, pulling her forward until she could wrap her arms around her. "Shhh... I know you didn't. You wouldn't. Not my good girl. It's okay."
Brynna kissed the top of her hair. "Maybe the same way he knew about my mother's... problem. Maybe he's just... very perceptive. It's okay, honey. It's... not a big deal."
Brynna shook her head. "It's not. I mean, if he can handle you and I and what we do, then very little else is likely to phase him, really. And he already had more than enough on me to have me locked up if he wanted, so this doesn't really add to that. I am surprised, but... it's still okay. And even if it wasn't, you didn't do anything wrong."
"For what?" Brynna sounded confused. "I'm not going to blame you for things that aren't your fault. Why would I?"
"For believing me," Anne said. "It would have been easy to think that I'd said something, even if I didn't think I had."
Brynna hugged her. "I'm not going to default to distrust. That would be just plain stupid. You've never given me any reason to distrust you, or think that you wouldn't be careful what you said. I wouldn't get anything out of deciding to distrust you anyway except an excuse to spank you and a reason for you to resent me. I don't need the first and I don't want the second."
Anne smiled and wriggled. "You definitely don't need the first," she said. "You just have to hint." She paused. "Um. Now that you know... what are you going to do?"
Brynna was momentarily distracted by the wiggling. "Mmmm... Hm? Oh. Um. I'm honestly not sure. I... he really said that? That it was okay to share you, just be careful?"
"Ah. I see." Brynna smiled. "In that case... I'm going to think about it for a while," she said. "I don't know that I'm ready to share you yet. Not until I've had... more of what I want from you. But I'm not going to say I won't do it. Maybe with her. Maybe with someone else I can trust to be discreet. Maybe with a few people, eventually. But I'm not making the decision right now."
Anne licked her lips. "Y-you could trust Siobhan," she said. "And... and she shouldn't have to feel jealous."
"I know that," Brynna said. "To be honest, what bothers me the most about that possibility right now is that she doesn't really understand about... us. The things we do. And I won't expose you to someone who is truly prejudiced. If she does some research, gets over some of the hang-ups she's got... then maybe."
Anne shook her head. "I'm not ashamed of what I am," she said. "And... if it's really a matter of not understanding, then the best way to get over it is to get to know me."
"Get to know you, yes. Get to use you without understanding what it means?" Brynna shook her head. "No."
Anne put her hand on Brynna's knee. "I don't mind," she said. "And seeing us... together, like that, might be what it takes to understand. And maybe she won't ever understand. I'll be okay with just accepting it."
"I do mind," she said. "I don't mean she has to want it for herself, but I really don't think it'd be a good idea to sleep with someone who thinks you're sick and disgusting, even if it's with the caveat of 'only when you do that!' But I think the main problem is just that since she wasn't ever interested, she never did any research. Once she does, she'll understand better."
Brynna sighed. "I don't know. I honestly don't think she's thought about it on a personal level. She just sees... acts. Acts that she wouldn't do, so she thinks no one should want to do, or witness them. She doesn't understand."
"Of course not," Anne said. "How could she? I'm just saying... I'm willing to be a research tool for her. You could let her watch, if you want. And... and you don't have to be without her."
"Sweetheart, she thinks I'm sick and disgusting, too," Brynna said. "She probably doesn't realize that's what she was saying, but it's definitely there."
"We've talked about it a bit, but... well, we weren't sure what was going to happen this morning. Neither of us wanted to argue. We'll talk more later," Brynna said. "But as long as she thinks that about you, she does think it about me, as well, because everything you are is just what I want you to be. There's nothing you crave that I don't want, too. She'll have to face that."
"You're not. Whether or not you were here, she knows about my... tastes... now," Brynna said. "The feelings are still there, whether or not I'm doing anything."
Anne took a deep breath. "And that's my fault. Because I said something I shouldn't." She slid down off the bed and pressed her forehead against the floor. "Mistress, may your slave ask a favor of you?"
"No, it's not your fault! At worst, the only thing that's your fault is that I know what she thinks about it now. I don't regret that." She sighed and moved to the side of the bed, reaching down and petting the back of Anne's head. "And you can always ask, pet. Always."
"Get up. You didn't create the problem. You just brought it to my attention," Brynna said. "If anything, that deserves a reward."
Anne sat up. "I did create it, Mistress. If she'd found out about it some other way, some way that didn't involve someone else coming in and getting what she wanted... she might have reacted differently."
Brynna sighed. "Maybe. But at least now there's nothing left hidden. It's better this way, I think, if she can accept it at all."
"Honey, I'm not going to forbid you to talk to her, or anyone else, for that matter. You can talk all you want, about whatever you want," Brynna said.
"I... I don't think she can understand what I need," Anne said. "I'm not sure anyone can, if they don't feel the same way. But maybe she can understand why you like it, that it's not such a... unusual thing."
"I... maybe if she got the chance to see what you got out of it. Nothing major," Anne hurried to say. "Just... a glimpse. Enough to let her see why you like it."
"I thought I could let her control me. Just a little, just enough to see..." Anne hesitated. "I'd keep my clothes on. But I know she's interested."
Anne looked at Brynna for a moment, then sighed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I thought you understood. I... Mistress, this is something I have a problem with. I assume that everyone understands when I... um... if I don't spell things out."
"You expect people to read your mind?" Brynna asked. "Maybe if I'd known you all your life, I could, but for now I can just tell when you're leaving something out, or when you don't want to say something."
"I know," Anne said. "I told you I have a problem with it. It's obvious to me, but I know what I mean."
"Aren't you used to people no knowing what you mean by now? And do you really assume that there's only one answer to any given problem— yours?"
"I know people don't always understand," Anne said. "But it's so obvious to me, and..." She hesitated. "I feel like, if I spell everything out in little pieces, like I'm being... condescending. Arrogant. 'You obviously couldn't understand if I didn't do this.'" Her voice drops. "I'd rather not be understood."
"Okay, I can see that," Brynna said. "However, I would much prefer to think you were being arrogant than to think you'd intentionally leave out details like that because you're intending to do something you're afraid I won't approve of."
Brynna slid forward and reached for her, pulling her up on her knees between her legs. "It's okay, baby. I believe you. It's just that I know how crazy guilt can make you. How it can make bad ideas seem okay if it's for good reasons. And I know how much you want to please me, and I don't want that to make you afraid to tell me the truth."
Brynna hugged her tightly. "I know, pet. It's all right. I just want to make sure you feel safe enough to trust me, too. To tell me things you're not sure I'll like."
Brynna tilted her chin up and kissed her softly. "Good girl. Now. I don't mind you talking to Siobhan, but that's it for now. She can use her imagination for figuring out how it would feel. If she controls you, it will be with my direct permission, and with me there. No one gets the right to control you without me present!"
Anne hesitated. "May... may I allow her to control me to get me ready for you?" Anne asked. "Just... a little bit, just enough to understand?"
Anne closed her eyes for a moment, shivering. "I thought, maybe... if you had something, she could tie me to th ebed for you. So that you could come in and... and I'd be there. Tied up, and helpless. I could probably do it on my own, but it would be hard."
"And... and I know she's attracted to me. And maybe she'd understand why you like that part, at least."
"I was thinking more along the lines of letting her watch us," Brynna said. "And talking to her, sending her to a few websites... honey, no one could fail to enjoy tying you up. Or seeing you tied up. You can bet that she's already had that mental image, and found it a pleasant one."
Anne blushed. "Thank you. And that's what I'm hoping for. That that little bit of control will let her understand why you like that part, at least, and give her something to work from."
Brynna nuzzled against Anne's hair. "All right. If you're really comfortable with it, and if she agrees, you can. But not tonight. Not on a night when my mother's home. She can deal with the new situation at work, and with fixing her problem, and with me having a girlfriend. She couldn't deal with anything between that girlfriend and my sister, or my sister and me, or definitely not all three. So just talking tonight."
"Oh. Um. He said he hadn't thought I'd be coming home, but that if I do it needs to be by nine. And that if I stay I need to be home by six tomorrow."
Brynna looked a bit relieved. "So no more earth-shaking revelations? Whew, that's good. I don't think my heart could take much more!"
"Mmmhmm... is it now?" Brynna smiled, eyes half-lidded. "I don't know about that, pet. I mean, for example, no one's going to grab me by the hair, drag me over their lap, and spank the hell out of me."
Brynna laughed, then her face sobered. "Tell me pet... we haven't tried it yet, but do you really want that? The pain?"
"I don't think you understand me at all," Anne said. "I do get something out of turning you on. I'm not sure how to put it in words, but..."
Anne nodded. "I do. But in... serving you... there's something..." Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged helplessly.
"I'm trying to understand, pet. I'm just afraid that I'm just rationalizing, though, because it's what I want to do," Brynna said.
Brynna took a deep breath. "It's okay. You don't have to. I just have to know you mean it," Brynna said. "That you get something out of it that you value, that makes it worth it."
"And it doesn't bother you that I can get pleasure from your pain?" Brynna asked softly. "That thought doesn't hurt you, or frighten you?"
"Oh god no! I mean, you don't like the pain. I'd think you'd be relieved if I didn't want to, wouldn't you?"
Brynna shivered, and tilted Anne's face up to look down into her eyes. "The thought of doing that to you... I want to see you cry. I want to hear you beg. It was so good. You were so beautiful..."
Bending over, Brynna kissed each eyelid. "You're so gorgeous when you're crying. So small, and sweet, and helpless. I know that part of me will want to scoop you up and make the pain stop, hold you and comfort you... but there's always going to be another part that wants to see just how far you can go. Just what you'll take for me. It makes me so hot..."
"Please what, sweetheart?" Brynna whispered against her ear. "You have to tell me what you're asking for."
Brynna sucked in her breath sharply, her nipples hardening and pressing against the tshirt. "Can you be very quiet, little slut? Can you lay here, like a good girl, and let me hurt you without screaming and giving my game away?"
Smiling at her eagerness, Brynna walked over to lock the door, just in case. She turned back just as Anne finished undressing, and looked her up and down. "Such a pretty little slut," she said. "Stand at the foot of the bed. Back a bit. Spread your legs, slut, I want to see your cunt. Wider! More! Good girl," she said, once Anne's legs were about three feet apart. "Now, lean forward and grab the bedframe, hand wide apart. Arch your back, stick that ass in the air! Good girl." Only when she was positioned properly, with her head down, breasts dangling, ass in the air and legs spread wide, did Brynna step close to her. It was an incredibly vulnerable position, precariously balanced, leaving the girl completely open to gaze or touch. Brynna lay her hand on Anne's lower back, trailing her fingers around in little circles. "I think this is how I'll display you for company," she said. "It's a lovely position. It lets anyone who cares to look see how wet your little cunt is."