Power

LANA

There was no turning back now.

…I think I had passed that point two weeks ago anyway.

When I sucked his dick in that closet.

From that point on… I think he owned me.

And now I was here. In this situation.

Maria was still waiting for us to explain the reason for our sudden arrival.

I cleared my throat. Here we go.

Me and Master’s relationship wasn’t about just sex anymore. Wildly passionate, humiliating, soul-changing and euphoric sex.

By making me- or us- do this… He was taking full control over our lives. Over our jobs.

And a part of me loved it.

“I… Well… Me and Anna-Marie…”

“Yes?” She interjected, sounding both drunk and irritated at the same time.

“Well…” I fidgeted in place. And I probably blushed as well.

Some of it was fake, some of it was real. Either way, it fit the character I was going for.

Anna-Marie was also trying to look as shy as possible.

“Well…” I continued, knowing that Maria was growing more frustrated by the second. “Let me start by saying that… we… both… admire you… a lot. Like… a whole lot, Maria.”

“And? What are you two doing here? If thiss is work-related, we can meet first thing tomorrow morning. Right now it’s… it’ss off-hours.”

Despite it probably being the last thing she needed, she signaled the waiter to bring her two new drinks.

Even though there were three of us now. Guess she expected to dispatch of me and Anna-Marie quickly, and return to her chat with Gretchen.

“W-what Lana here is trying to say, is…” Anna-Marie butted in. Oh God. Why did I have to use that terminology. Even in my head. “Butted.” Eugh. I wished I could just wipe the memory of her huge ass altogether.

I think could still taste it in my mouth.

…But yeah, we did try to talk about that… and of our other previous experiences together. This morning. And how Jack… or Master… could make us do all those… incredibly vile things together.

But doubting Master like that… and talking behind his back…

To be honest… it felt just so wrong.

I got a knot in my stomach when doing that.

And it felt like Anna-Marie was also having trouble truly vocalizing her issues with him.

I think I managed to only say something like… “I think Jack has some type of weird… power…” before I had to stop.

It was hard to describe what I felt in that moment.

It was like… I was a tiny ant… and if I said another word… his giant shoe would come down on me and flatten me on the spot.

Like I was nothing at all… compared to his God-like enormity.

We quickly changed topics.

We talked more about how we shouldn’t hate each other, since we were both in this together.

Then I asked if she had feelings for him.

She got suspiciously jittery, and wouldn’t give me a straight answer.

So I decided to give her one in stead.

“Fine. You want to make this a competition, we will. You can try to lure him with your body as much as you want, but me and Master click on a much deeper level. You’re nothing but the flavor of the month to him. He is mine. And if I have to tear you away from him, you lusty slut, I will. I’m determined. Consider yourself warned.”

And then I hung up the phone. Feeling pretty good about myself.

Of course, now, I had to sit next to the bitch. We had barely even exchanged looks after we came here. But I’d endure her, for the sake of the mission.

Oh yeah, I totally spaced out there. Anna-Marie was still trying to explain our current situation to Maria.

“Well, basically, it’s just- Look, Maria, we apologize, saying this stuff isn’t easy-“

“Are you both quitting or something?” Maria asked point-blankedly.

“No, no! Kinda the opposite, in fact!”

“Then please come out with it,” she asked with increasing irritation.

I swallowed. This stuttering had gone long enough.

It was time to just say it.

“Maria. Let me start by saying that you are… completely in your rights… to totally fire the both of us… after we tell you this.”

She was finally getting a little intrigued.

She nodded.

“Basically… me and Anna-Marie… we became friends because… we both found out… that we’re **** submissives.”

A small silence hung in the air.

It felt like the piano playing in the lounge stopped for a moment… But that was just the blood rushing to my head.

I still couldn’t believe we were actually about to do this.

Maria wasn’t reacting much. She still had that legendary poker face on. “And… What does that mean?”

Anna-Marie picked up our side of the conversation this time. “It means both of us… really… really… love to be… sexually dominated… b-by powerful… people.”

It felt like Anna-Marie’s face got redder with each word.

Maria didn’t react. But I guess that was part of her reaction.

She was clearly speechless.

The waiter picked this awkward moment to bring both of the ordered drinks to the table.

She was a little weirded out by the three people sitting in complete silence, but left without making a big deal of it.

Maria was clearly trying to search for correct words to respond to this insane conversation.

Perhaps she was already considering firing us on the spot.

I had to continue before she had a chance to.

“Maria, please listen. …First of all, yes, we are both bi…” Not true. Although I wasn’t still sure about Anna-Marie. “…And… And… well, basically, oh God this is so embarrassing… but… both o f us have been… fantasizing about you… for years.”

With that, she eyed both of us.

We tried to look as smitten as we could.

Smitten little kitties.

…The truth was… I did idolize her. She was the ultimate independent woman. Living the dream. Making things happen for herself. Building an empire.

I wanted to be just like her. I wanted her to acknowledge my talent. Maybe even make me her pupil one day.

So I kissed her ass. On an almost-daily basis.

It wouldn’t be hard for her to believe that I had these kinda feelings as well.

…Even though I really didn’t. I didn’t have any sexual feelings for her. The last thing in the world I wanted was for her to see me like this.

Like some nymphomaniac lesbian whore.

...but… it felt like the whole plan I had for my life had shifted dramatically in the last two weeks anyway.

At this point… And I really had to admit it to myself… I didn’t want to become her pupil. To build an empire. Not even to become an independent woman.

I wanted to make Master happy.

If he was happy, I was happy.

I know how that sounds. Completely brainwashed.

Like I was nothing but a floor mat for him.

…And it was that.

But it felt so fucking… right.

Like my whole life I had lived as an incomplete puzzle, with pieces scattered everywhere.

Now almost all of them felt like they were in place.

…Yes, even while I was wearing that… paper bag over my head while… fucking… Sophie… for one hour.

Even that felt like it had more purpose than my previous life.

…I’m not gonna deny it. This was absolutely crazy. And it felt like I was fucked up in the head. It felt like someday someone might make a documentary about the “evil sex cult of Jack Dingle”, and they would interview me.

But at least they would interview ME. And not one of the lesser slaves like Gretchen, Sophie or Anna-Marie.

Maria was still eyeing us.

I think I saw a crack in her cold demeanor.

She was interested.

Anna-Marie continued again. “We- We know, that… This kind of… We know that we just crossed a really bad line. We- We really do. This is at least, like, sexual harassment. Right now. You can fire us. You can sue us. But… We just had to take this chance. We- We both knew that you would be coming here today and-“

“Basically we just stalked you,” I continued. “We couldn’t go one more day without letting you know about this.”

Then… I made the most daring move.

Underneath the table, I placed my hand on her knee.

My boss’s knee.

I could feel the little holes in her stockings with my fingertips.

She didn’t take it away. Only raised her eyebrows a little bit.

I gave Anna-Marie a quick sideglance.

Miraculously, the dumb bitch got it.

She placed her hand on Maria’s knee as well.

This is it.

Time to strike.

“Miss Diamanti… You need to know… that… You act so cool, and so freaking commanding around the office…” I began slowly rubbing her knee. “That… Anytime you give either one of us an order… With your sexy… deep voice… It’s a miracle we don’t just… cum… right that second… On that spot… … And the sexy, unbelievably awesome, powerful outfits you wear…”

I leaned a little bit over the table, getting closer to her.

She didn’t move.

I whispered into her ear.

“Everytime you change your outfit… It really affects my writing… I can’t get anything done… because… I just masturbate… over… and over… and over again… thinking about… licking those… new gucci shoes… or you… slapping me… with that hot… leathery… handbag…”

I was purposefully breathing harder after each word. Making sure each of my hot exhalations caressed her ear like a gentle lover.

Anna-Marie had slipped under the table.

I wasn’t sure what she was doing now, but I could see Maria’s eyes beginning to roll up from pleasure.

Maybe I should also…

Give her ear… a slow… sloppery… lick.

It tasted… expensive and elegant.

I don’t know …why.

I think I heard her make the smallest little moan.

Something I could never imagine her doing.

Let’s bring this to the finish line.

I slowly leaned in front of her face, our lips nearly touching.

To say it felt weird… To have your idol in such an intimate… closeness… would be the understatement of the century.

She was still trying desperately to hang on to her cool demeanor, but there were thousands of little cracks everywhere.

“So please… miss Diamanti… we beg you…. This night… you can do whatever… And we mean whatever…. You want with us. We have all the… equipment. Whips… handcuffs… gags, ropes… everything. These two… redheads… are completely… in your employ.”

I heard her swallow.

Nervously.

I made…. Maria… nervous?

…I didn’t know that was even a possible emotion for her.

She picked up one drink from the table, and downed it in five seconds.

Then she took the other one, and downed it even faster.

Anna-Marie returned back to her seat.

Smiling at Maria… like a little imp.

I wonder what she had been doing there?

Maria slammed the last glass on the table.

And then got up.

Without saying a word to us.

She picked up her coat, and left the booth.

Turning her back to us.

Just as I was about to chastise myself over a bungled mission…

She made a small gesture with her index finger.

Inviting us along.

…

Unbelievable.

Master was right about her.

He wasn’t sure if she had any bisexual tendencies…

But he was sure she was addicted to one thing.

Power.