A kiss to end the winter

Bianca, perhaps surprisingly, does not resist or fight back. Neither does she simply stand there limply and let you do what you like or react with disgust. In fact, you can feel her lean into the kiss a little, pushing back and even tentatively using her tongue between you two.

The kiss lasts several moments, longer than a casual lover's kiss. Lucy makes another sound behind you two, now you sure that one was a soft sob.

When you and Bianca break apart, you keep her gaze on you and don't let her turn around to look at Lucy. "For tonight, you pay attention to me Bianca. If you want to properly apologise for being gay, then you'll have to service me until I tell you to stop." Bianca's expression wavers a little at that, but she sucks in a deep breath and steels herself.

She looks down a little for the first time that night and her arm, earlier on your shoulder, by now has slipped down to your waist. "John, I'm really sorry that I'm gay," she says. Her fingers pull away from you to tug at her jacket, sliding the faux leather shell off and dropping it to the floor. "Tell me what I can do to show you I'm sorry for being a lesbian?" Bianca asks. Lucy also takes this as her cue to start stripping down, following Bianca's lead. However, after Bianca's speech from earlier about Lucy always waiting for Bianca to take the lead seems to have gotten to have gotten to her. Instead of just removing her outer coat, you watch her strip off her dark blue shirt and a pair of jeans, leaving the cashier girl in just a set of white undergarments. These she also quickly discards and throws to the side, leaving her naked.

You would admit that Lucy was a very hot girl. Her brown hair was still in those braids you saw her in at work, and the colour of her hair went really well with her skin tone. You were definitely sporting a boner under your towel covering, because Bianca's attention was being drawn downwards. For fun, you jiggled your hips a little for her, letting her know you could see her staring and she blushed.

Arousing as the sight of Lucy trying not to be what Bianca says she is, you decide to stop her there and ask her "What do you think you're doing Lucy?"

Lucy freezes in place and stares at you guiltily. "I'm...getting naked for you to fuck me so I can apologise?"

You cross your arms over your chest and shake your head disapprovingly. Bianca is still standing there silently looking at you. "But did I tell you to strip down? Did I tell you to do anything at all Lucy?"

A panicked expression starts building on Lucy's face. "B-but Bianca-" she starts before you retort and cut her off.

"Bianca this, Bianca that. Bianca was right wasn't she, you're really just a useless girl who can't think for herself and needs someone else to take charge of you," you say, lashing at her with your words. You can see Lucy wince as they land and you know that you've struck your mark and they are true.

Clicking your tongue in disgust, you sigh and pause for a moment to think. You had an idea of what to do with Lucy, but it was only a rough idea at the moment, and you needed a valid and concrete punishment for them.

After a moment, you ask, "Do either of you have any sex toys with you?" Lucy raises her hand slowly.

"I do? There's a, uh, dildo inside my bag." She flushes deep red, apparently more embarrassed about revealing the fact that she's carrying around a dildo with her in her bag wherever she goes instead of being a lesbian naked in front of a man.

You go over to her bag in front of her and rummage around in it until you find the dildo tucked away at the bottom, wrapped in some cloth and a smaller bag. It's a typical flesh toned thing, not very large but probably enough for her inexperienced pussy to get off on. "What a horny lesbian slut you are, bringing around a dildo inside your bag all the time?" you say, capitalizing on her embarrassment. "Are you that uselessly horny that you can't even wait until you get home for Bianca to eat our your cunt?"

Lucy seems to curl in on herself at your words. "No," she says softly, "but Bianca usually gets off better than me when I eat her out. But I need more than what she gives me at home sometimes, and I feel bad for asking her to do more."

You shake your head accusingly at her. "No wonder she's so sick of your attitude, it seems you need some corrective punishment." Going over to the table where Lucy had put down the dog collar and leash, you take them in your hands and go up to Lucy. She flinches from you as if she knows what is coming. Your hands come up around her neck and firmly wrap the collar around her neck, slowly pulling the padded cloth until it around her neck. Then, you attach the leash with a click and give it a tug experimentally. Lucy gasps at the sudden jerking motion, but has **** but to follow it of course.

"I think that for someone who has such a hard time doing stuff on her own unless it's getting herself off, you need someone to relieve you of that burden. You need someone else to tell you what to do and to do the thinking for you," you tell Lucy. She seems cowed at this point, her hands clasped in front of her submissively. On an impulse, you slap her hard on the face. Instead of reacting aggressively against you, Lucy whimpers. "Bend over the table," you tell her, and she slowly complies.

Bianca watches what you're doing to her girlfriend but doesn't make any moves to stop you. She must think this is all acceptable as well, according to the email.