Finding Your Swagger

Fiona takes another calming breath and steps back from you. Looking up into your eyes she laughs. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now."

"Fiona, stop that." You groan, though it is in good humor. "So...what do I have to do?"

She crosses her arms and thinks. "We'll start working together tonight. I need some time to get ready." She taps her temple. "Up here. I'm going to spend the day with Elsie. I need...I need to get a few things settled between us before I can...well, do what we're going to do. She can help me with a few other things too."

"Oh, I thought you and I..."

"We will, we will. Normally this would be a long process but time is of the essence. We need to get both of us up and running asap. I need to find my submissive side and you need to find your dominance, or at least confidence."

Turning to her right she gets down on her knees and pulls a small lockbox out from under her bed. She turns the combination dials and flips it open. You see various envelopes...and a handgun!

"Fiona! Are you supposed to have that?" You whisper-shout.

She chuckles at your dismay and doesn't exactly answer your question. "I'm licensed if that's what you mean." She tosses you an envelope. "Here, happy birthday."

You catch the plain over stuffed envelope and watch as she locks the box and pushes it back under her bed. Flipping it open you see a fat stack of hundred dollar bills!

"What the fuck!?" You gasp. "There's gotta be...how much...?"

"5 G's." She stands back up. "Listen, nothing gives you a cocky swagger like a pocket full of cash. And Jesse, you need a bit of swagger my love. That's mad money baby, go have some fun. Buy some clothes, get a hair cut, get a fuckin tattoo if you want." She reaches out and traces her finger down your chest and stomach. "This is a funny thing we have to do. Nobody can really teach you to be confident. I can't hand hold you through this. You need to find it in yourself. I can teach you knots and striking techniques and all sorts of other things. But that dick swinging pomp you gotta find for yourself. You just can't teach that shit. It's either in you or it isn't."

You were still struck speechless by the wad of cash in your hand.

"Don't thank me, just take it. It's part of my emergency fund and I definitely think this qualifies as an emergency."

"I...oh....this is too much..."

"Shush. Don't even mention it again."

"Right...right..." You would have pocketed the envelope had you any clothes on, instead you just hold it in both hands.

She leans in and nibbles your cheek, then licks her lips hungrily. "Mmmm. You smell good. Listen. My advice for today, dump your bitch. Make it angry and messy. There should be tears, from her not you. Don't be all sensitive and shit, go in there like a fucking asshole and tell her off. Hit her where it hurts."

"I can't do that!"

"Sure ya can. She'll get over it. You don't want to BE an asshole but it's okay to act like one once in a while when the situation calls for it. Sometimes being an asshole is precisely the right thing to do and it takes practice. So...practice. After that go have some fun. Spend some of your cash. Treat yourself with no regrets and no apologies. Then, once you're feeling good again, go to Chloe's...and fuck her god damned brains out."

"Fiona!"

"You heard me, throw her down and go to town! You gotta get over this stupid **** aversion of yours." She chastises you as if YOU were the weird one for not wanting to fuck your family members. "It's fuckin great. You'll love it. Also it would be good to get used our perfect fucking anatomy. You won't even want a normal woman after having a Bailey woman."

"Fiona, I'm not in this for the long haul. I'm going to end up with a normal woman eventually, no matter what happens."

She brushes aside your comment as if she didn't hear it. "Jerk off at the very least. I'm going to need you under control tonight. And lust, while a hell of a powerful energy once you can harness it properly, can make you do foolish things in the heat of the moment. I'm going to be at your mercy Jesse and you are brand new to all this. That feeling of power...it can be hard to control. Trust me, I know." She is silent for a somber moment before continuing. "I need you thinking straight tonight so please bust a nut anyway you need to. It's better to do it with Chloe than Mr Handy. Besides, we're going to be meeting at her place tonight anyway..." She pauses. "...if that's okay with you."

"Uh, yeah I guess so. Why her place?"

She shakes her head disapprovingly. "Just say yes or no. No wishy-washy language."

"Oh, then yes. We'll meet at her place. But...why?"

"I've got everything we need over there already. Bonds, whips, etc. Chloe is my lab rat so to speak. She's helped me tremendously in my craft." She shrugs. "Plus we can have some privacy from prying ears."

"Oh...that actually makes sense I guess. But...you want me to have sex with her? I thought you said I had to dump Allison because...you didn't want another woman to have me."

Fiona grins with the gentle patience of a grade school teacher. "Chloe doesn't count silly. Chloe never counts. Do what you want with her. Her heart already belongs to someone and she just has sex for fun. Plus I know she won't fuck with your head or your confidence. She'll love whatever you do, however you do it. Be rough, be gentle, be vanilla, be kinky, you can tease or you can be direct, it just doesn't matter. She won't judge you or shame you and, believe it or not, she can keep a secret if you tell her it is important." Fiona's grin only grew as she spoke about your crazy Cousin. "She's a nut, but I love her. You will seriously make her day, trust me." She teases your nipple with her thumb. "Besides, like I said, you need to get over your ridiculous **** aversion. Even if you don't end up fucking me or making me fuck you, I need to know it is an option. I need to know you can go there or we'll just be going through the motions."

"This is all a lot to take in." You say with rising doubt.

She puts her hands up in a hands off sort of motion. "Hey, you're the Master. These are just my suggestions. You do you baby." She lowers her hands and places them on her shapely hips. "I can't tell you what to do. Nobody can do this for you."

You blow out a long breath. "Okay. I'll figure something out. So...we'll meet tonight at Chloe's?"

"Don't say it like a question. Tell me."

"Right. We're going to meet tonight at Chloe's."

"What time?"

"I don't know, maybe..." Her annoyed glare reminds you of what she told you. No wishy-washy language. "7 pm. We'll meet at 7 pm. Don't be late."

She nods. "I'll be there." She takes your hand and squeezes it. "I'm as overwhelmed as you are baby, don't worry. We can do this."

"Who's worried?" You bluff and both of you laugh nervously.

You go to leave, but pause. You turn your head to look back at her. She looks at you curiously. "Hey, do you still have that red dress? The one you wore to my graduation?"

"Yes."

"Wear it. I like it, lots of cleavage. You look sexy in it."

She tries to hide her proud smile but fails miserably. She struggles with the words but eventually manages to say. "Yes...S-Sir."

You wink. "That's my girl."

Feeling ten feet tall you stride from your sister's room to get ready for the day ahead.