Interlude with Lisa and Stacy

It was some time later and Stacy and Lisa were sitting around a table.Leaving the gym, they had been both exhausted by their ordeal and haunted by a certain amount of guilt for leaving Diana behind. Rather than head directly home, it had been decided to go and get something to eat first. There was a small place not too far away. Stacy knew it well, and it would make a good place to sit and take stock of all that had happened.

But upon arriving, they were presented with a problem. Lisa was a ****, and thanks to her rules, the most businesses had separate rules for those who were so bound. Here that meant that she wasn't allowed to wear any clothes and had to sit with a small vibrator nestled between her legs. Stacy tried to ignore the soft sound of its buzzing, and how Lisa shifted now and then, feeling her body surge.

"That's it, then," Stacy said, very carefully not looking at her friend. "This is what being a **** is like?"

"Yep," Lisa closed her eyes, as a climax washed over her battered body. A soft moan escaped the back of her throat. "I-it's a real treat if you're into humiliation and degradation."

"I bet," Stacy looked down at her food, taking a bite and washing it down with some water. The sound of the vibrator was just loud enough for her to hear, and she imagined what it must feel like for her friend. To be sitting there helpless, totally naked and enduring the stares of several other customers. Cumming again and again.

"Does it hurt?"

"Sorry?"

"Climaxing like you're doing, I mean..." Stacy's face was red. "You're cumming again and again. It's got to get sore after a point, right?"

"I suppose so," Lisa admitted. "I mean take it right now. I-I'm really sensitive down there."

She bit her lower lips as her body was crested by another wave of pleasure.

"There is some discomfort. I think you can get used to it a bit, but it's always there. As you cum, you get more sensitive, see? So each climax is more intense and I-"

She broke off, grimacing for a few moments before she managed to focus back on the table.

"You just sort of have to take it," She said.

"It sounds terrible," Stacy said. But her heart was beating fast and the urge to look directly at her friend was strong. Stacy wasn't into girls. She really wasn't. Up until today, she'd had absolutely no problem saying that and believing it too.

Now, though? She wanted to look at Lisa so badly. She wanted to reach out and touch her breasts, run her fingers across her mound. She wanted to hear her moan and squeal, and all of it came from that damn contest. Those stories had awoken something in her and she wasn't sure it was a good thing at all.

"Kyle's not a bad master," Lisa said. "He's -ah- he's pretty nice most of the time. Honestly, he's more my boyfriend than my boss. Except he's a boyfriend who can tell me to do anything he wants and I have to do it."

"The dream of many guys," Stacy grinned for a moment, but then shook her head as reality asserted itself. "Still, it sounds horrible. The power dynamic."

"Want to know a secret?" Lisa said. "I find it kind of hot."

"Seriously?" Stacy stared at her, and Lisa blushed.

"it turns me on," The twin admitted. "Just between you and me? Part of me fucking loves this, Stacy. The humiliation, the degradation. I've always wanted it."

"No way." Stacy said. "You were always so independent and strong. Why would you want something like that?"

"Not with everyone," Lisa said. "But with Kyle? I can enjoy my new place a little. Haven't you ever wanted to cut loose with a boyfriend?"

"I guess," Stacy said; another shudder ran through her friend's body. Lisa was gasping now, her chest rose and fell in a way that Stacy could not help but appreciate.

"Want to know something?" Stacy said, idly swirling the water in her glass with one hand. "Since you told me a personal secret, it's only fair that I tell you one too. Down there, in the gym, I got turned on by it all."

"Being dominated and controlled, you mean?"

"Yeah. It was the first time I ever felt anything like that. I thought I would hate being helpless, and I totally did! But...part of me wanted to go further. Part of me wanted to take the punishment myself. I told myself that it was to spare you and Diana, but I think that I just wanted to experience it."

She looked down at her food.

"Does that make me a bad person, Lis'?"

"Not unless everyone with a kink is a bad person," Lisa said. "You can't control what turns you on. Wanting to experience something like that doesn't hurt anyone else, does it? So you should feel free to explore it. But, uh, maybe try something a bit easier for your first time?"

"What about Kyle?" Stacy asked, horrified by the very words she was speaking. She couldn't seriously be suggesting what she thought she was?

"What?" Lisa blinked. She shifted in her chair again, letting out a low sigh as the vibrator continued its work. "What do you mean?"

"I mean...do you think Kyle wants another ****-girl? Only for a night or two? To test things out...?"

"Why Kyle?"

Because Kyle comes with you, Stacy thought. Images of Lisa's naked body, her moans and gasps haunted her and she tried to push them aside. It was a task already doomed to failure.

"He's my friend too," She said. "And I trust him. I don't want to be a ****. Not an official **** like you. If I showed this side of myself, people would try to take advantage. But you're right, I want to explore. So maybe...would you and Kyle help me do that?"

"Well," Lisa smirked, imagining Kyle's distraught face if he learned that he now had two unwanted slaves. "It would probably take some convincing. But if it's not anything official, I figure he'll be up for it."

Stacy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good," she said. "G-good. I can't wait."

She looked towards the shadow of the gym in the distance.

"I wonder how Diana is doing?"