Thursday morning (Scarlett)

A note: This chapter will be told from Scarlett's perspective. The chapter does go on a little as i find it difficult to condense all of Scarlett's emotional thoughts.

3:59am....4:12am.....4:41am...you just lay in bed, periodically checking the clock to see if it was morning yet, you must have slept a couple of hours because you remember getting home last night barely aware that you were naked, throwing on whatever dirty pajamas were lying around and hugging your chonky seal plushie as you rocked yourself to sleep. Everything was going so well and then Issy just said she wanted to fuck other people and you just couldn't keep it together.

Was everything so far just so you could be another one of her sluts? She said you were special and it wasn't like that but was that something she just told everyone? Is this commonplace in a lesbian relationship? Eventually all these questions swarming around your head must have driven you crazy and you just passed out. You remember looking at the clock sometime around 1:45am and now here you are, the sun not coming up for another hour but stuck on a cycle between feelings of anger, sadness, fear all contributing the the sinking feeling in your stomach.

You continue to lay there drifting in and out of sleep until the familiar sound of your alarm droning on the background forces you to get up. You kick your feet off the edge and roll out of bed, you always put your clock on the other side of the room so you can't just snooze your way through the morning.

You take your first step over and “Fuck owww!” you brace yourself on the wall as your legs nearly give out on you.

You take a deep breath and steady yourself on a wall as you deal with a very unfamiliar ache between your legs. “Holy crap, Issy what the fuck did you do to me?” you think as you slowly limp over to the clock and turn it off.

You feel the small amount of motivation you still have to go to training quickly evaporate. You limp over to your microwave heat up your heat pack and get back into bed. You also decide to send Bec a quick text, while part of you was still pretty unhappy with Issy there was no need for Flick to also suffer.You grab your heat bag and decide to pretty much write most of today off as you slowly and carefully get back into bed.

You awaken a few hours later, you feel better but still not fantastic. You grab some cereal and have a quick scroll through social media, nothing jumps out at you. You just feel empty after last night. You contemplate giving Erin a call and asking her advice, she was normally pretty good with relationship stuff but you weren't sure you really wanted to explain everything that was going on to her just yet.

You sigh, the dull ache between your legs had subsided a little but walking was still uncomfortable and you had a bit of a limp. Despite this you felt like you needed to get out of your room today and at least go for a short walk. There was a nice park a little ways away from the uni so you put on a brave face and **** yourself to get there. Hopefully, just like a sore muscle if you just went for a walk you would warm up a bit, loosen the area and you'd be better by tomorrow... Or you'd be playing the trial match on Saturday with a limp, you didn't want to think too much about it so you head off.

Its about 1 kilometre to the park, walking is uncomfortable and attempting to walk like you haven't got an aching pussy is a nightmare. You are almost 100% sure you look like an idiot but your **** yourself to keep going for some stupid reason until you finally reach a park bench and collapse onto it.

“Fuck me what am I doing. The walk literally killed me. I'm so fucking embarrassed now I don't even want to get up and I haven't even started thinking about last night.” Your self loathing was interrupted by a semi familiar voice.

“Hey, it's Scarlett right? Trying on bras from the other day?” The enormous chested saleswoman from the adult shop sits down next to you.

A note: Even though that chapter was ages ago in story days its like a week since the story moves so slowly :/

Surprised at her forwardness you inwardly panic but in a never before seen move your brain comes through for you and remembers her name. “Yeah, how are you Miho?”

She looks at you with a smile, “Great memory, you don't mind if I take this seat do you? My back is killing me at the moment.”

You can't remember how big she said her chest was but you can definitely understand the feeling. “Please, I was just taking a break myself.”

She relaxes. “So I never got to ask, how did you big date night go, did the set blow your girl away?”

You are slightly taken aback by her memory, “Wow you remember? And actually that night went amazingly, I felt really confident in the set I put it on sometimes even when I'm not going out cause I like the way it looks so much.”

Miho is positively glowing at first your compliment and at your assessment of how the bra and panties make you feel. “Of course, remembering stuff like that is the sign of a good saleswoman and that's great sounds like you and her must be going pretty well.”

“Ah well,” You aren't a liar and that's why you have always found these sort of social situations difficult, in this case you imagine most people would just say “yeah its going great” and then move on but unfortunately you weren't able to do that and so just stuttered your way through your answer.

“Oh, what's happened?”Miho looks every bit the caring older woman and you thought she was nice the first time you met so you just end up blurting your issues out uncontrollably.

You take a deep breath as you get ready to share personal information with someone you don't know that well. You do your best to try to keep your emotions in check but they all just come tumbling out.

“Yesterday was going so well, I beat Issy in tennis and I thought she'd be real mad and I could tell she was a little but like just at herself you know? So that night I was gonna come over and like I knew we were going to be having sex, it wasn't the first time we were intimate but like I always feel like I need to try to take charge with her or at least try to step up cause I feel like when I'm with her just normally something about her just overwhelms me. I know it sounds ridiculous but I just still feel a little insecure when I'm with her like I'm not good enough or something, I don't know. Anyway so things were going well we had sex and then we sorta got talking and well that's when it all fell apart for me.”

“Oh no what did you say?” Miho remains a picture of concern and support right now as you do your best to breathe between the oversharing coming out of your mouth.

“Well it wasn't so much what I said, like I was just chatting about stuff and then she said she had something to tell me and then she proceeded to let me know that her kink was dominating women and that she didn't want to do that with me, she wanted me to participate with her and dominate other girls.”

Instead of responding with a caring expression that suggested she totally understood what you meant you watch Miho's eyes narrow and her expression completely change. “Your girlfriend... Tall, long brown hair, round ass, and boobs that don't seem to sag at all?”

“Yeah...?” You were by no means an expert but her complete change in demeanour was not likely to be a good thing.

She stood up and gave you a very direct look up and down spending a lot of time looking at your ass and thighs. “Let me guess you were the unfortunate individual who lost a bet and had to wear a certain belt...?”

She trails off, despite phrasing it like a question but the look in her eyes says she knows. “Umm, maybe... yes fine. But hang on how do you know that.”

Her expression softens,“I sold it to her and I've seen her a number of times.”

A realisation dawns on you and you begin to feel very small. “Oh, you know her like that, right.”

You attempt to move away a little and are completely taken off guard when she hugs you. “Don't be like that I'm going to be really honest with you, cause trust me I know the position you're in right now and it's not all bad so chin up and listen, its story time with Mumma Miho.”

“Believe it or not I've been in your shoes. I've been with my partner for a few years now and I was in a pretty similar place to you. When I got together with Ellen, god saying her name is so weird, she was all sorts of rough. She was pretty much a full time dominatrix and she had a reputation for chewing girls up and spitting them out. Looking back on it our first few dates were adorable, I certainly didn't think that at the time but now that I realise she was so stressed outside her comfort zone I can see why she was so awkward. She ran away from me a bunch of times and getting her to open up was hard.”

You knew she was getting into her story but you really couldn't hide your 'how is this in any way relevant to my situation' look.

Almost as this look crosses your face she recognises it. “Just wait I'm getting there. Anyway after dating for a while I wanted to get more serious, I wanted her to stop all her 'extra curricular' activities with other people. Looking back on it I don't blame myself, you know you're conditioned to want a certain type of relationship from when you are little and anything that doesn't fit that isn't right. And surprisingly Mist- Ellen, actually agreed, she completely cut herself off from her old life and in return I stupidly agreed to participate in some elements of her S&M lifestyle.”

“Oh wow it sounds like you guys really worked-” You start before you're cut off.

“Wait for the story to end.” She holds up her hand.

“Now... Those months were probably the worst part of our relationship. Everything started fine, we had sex every day sometimes multiple times, she started training my ass and that was a bit weird at first but I came around but I just couldn't keep up. My body got sore and I just couldn't. Also I felt like I just wasn't having any fun anymore” She looks you dead in the eyes and keeps going.

“Now I love sex, I manage an adult shop but after a while it wasn't even sex, I felt like I was just an object and I know now that she didn't mean it she just couldn't help it. It wasn't just that, we started arguing all the time and she wouldn't talk to me for ages after sex cause she was worried she'd hurt me and she was right I was hurting but I didn't want to say anything cause I wanted to make this work. Eventually we just stopped talking, till one day we both came to each other on the verge of tears both scared of what the other person was going to say. It was then I decided that I needed to let go of my 'perfect relationship' ideas and try to work out what both of us needed in a relationship to make it work, cause this wasn't it.”

You actually find yourself getting into the story and when Miho stops you feel compelled to show her that you actually want her to keep going this time. “So... what happened?”

“So we pretty much cried all night and she told me how much she had been struggling and I understood, then did the same. And so we got to what was important in the relationship and built from there. Once we decided what was important we then talked about stuff we wanted that the other person was not keen to be a part of. That was mostly her and her need to be an aggressive top. She's actually a big softy but I think part of her needs to do this. So occasionally she heads to uni parties and that night some poor drunk girl or sometimes a guy gets the fucking of a lifetime, some of them come back for more, but it doesn't really worry me the more people willing to fulfill those needs for her the less I have to.”

“Really so you don't mind her...?” You trail off without willing to commit to asking the question.

Miho smiles at your **** to finish.“Nope, she can drill them as hard as she likes and I have no worries what so ever. A couple of times a week she also does a live stream where for some reason people donate waaaaaaay too much money for her to **** them over the internet, some people pay shitloads just to see her take off her panties on camera. She just seems to **** her auidence and then demand she pay them. She loves it and actually brings in a lot of money for the store.”

“So let me get this straight, she fucks other people and does online stuff and you are fine with it?” You knew she had to be a bit out there to manage an adult shop but this just seemed like a huge jump in trust.

“Yup completely and you know why? Cause after the camera is off and the college bitches limp out of the store, she gets into bed with me that night and we spoon, kiss and don't tell anyone this but sometimes she even bottoms. It's so cute and makes her so uncomfortable but when she thinks no one else is looking she's actually sweet.. In return while we are in public I call her mistress, even though we aren't fully in a relationship like that I think she likes it. Don't get me wrong we fuck a lot and sometimes I'm sore for days afterwards but when its not every day and I can recover, I love it. I guess what I learned from my relationship is, what Disney's idea of perfect is and what actually works for us are two completely different things.”

You nod your head in understanding but sigh at the same time. “I get that it works for you guys but I guess I just don't have much trust with this whole thing, what happens if she just gets bored of me and then moves onto one of the other girls she's fucking. I mean I feel like I'm pretty much inviting it with saying I'm okay with letting her do this right?”

“Yeah I get that and if you don't mind me saying it seems like you don't have a lot of experience with relationships and feeling comfortable. Honestly if she's being this honest with you that's a pretty good sign, cause she likes you enough to let you actually get to know her as opposed to being one of the girls she's just using for fun. And to be honest I feel like she doesn't open up like that often.”

You begin to feel a little bad since you did leave last night really quickly and didn't give Issy a whole lot of time to explain herself. Thinking back on it for the first time that you'd known her she looked really flustered when talking, like she was struggling to get the words out. “I get what you mean and I know we have a good time together, I guess as I said I just want to know that I'm not gonna be passed over for the latest new shiny toy that she happens to pick up I want to know she's gonna always have time for me.”

Miho reaches out and gives you another gentle hug. “Aww, look obviously I can't comment too much but Issy doesn't seem like the sort of girl who would open up unless she was actually serious about this. Your girlfriend is pretty direct about what she wants and she doesn't give them a choice.”

“Haha yeah that's pretty much spot o- wait a second.” It was your turn to narrow your eyes at Miho, “you described her pretty accurately earlier but you never said how you knew her...”

“Yeah, I've met her a couple of times, first time is when she bought that belt, I actually recommended it.” She trails off and avoids your eyes.

“Fuck you for that... And the other times” You press her to continue.

“Well the other time it was more about Mistress and Issy, they have a bit of a power thing going where they both try to one up each other and it always leads to trouble. Apparently there's been a few different instances but the last one was, well long story short mistress challenged your girlfriend to something and mistress lost. During the contest both girls got pretty mouthy and made a bet and I think your Issy got in her head a bit and as a result she bet both of us.”

“What?” This was sounding less like real life and more like a cheap story you might read on one of those erotic internet sites. (A/note: Uh oh... We have become self aware)

“Umm pretty much the loser had to service the winner and cause of mistress's big mouth we both had to eat your girlfriend out... Yeah, umm if its any consolation it wasn't my choice?” She looks guilty as hell but at the same time not ashamed.

“ugh... I get it, its not like you went after her to stick it to me or something, or that it was your choice..." You exhale slowly again.

"I guess I need to decide what's important to me I guess.” This whole conversation was proving difficult because literally all through your life you had been told what should and shouldn't be happening in a relationship but there was just something about Issy that made you want to rethink it.

You could feel yourself regretting it before you asked but you just couldn't stop yourself. “Also umm Miho I haven't really seen much of Issy's dominant side, is she really that scary?”

The conversation had turned quite serious but that question restored a small twinkle in Miho's eyes, which was a little bit worrying but you were still curious. “Haha, look if I'm ever asked I'll never admit I said it but your girl is a lot scarier than mine, when she's serious I don't know what it is but wow she's something else. Mistress has definitely copped it a lot worse than me but I wouldn't ask her this question or she will get real mad. Trust me if she ever wants to turn it up on you you'll know it immediately.”

“Right, umm yeah, I'm not really sure what to think about all of this.” You didnt want to imagine Issy like that but at the same time it was hard not to listening to another girl talk about it and you knew you were going to see it one day.

“Look Scarlett, I was actually thinking and maybe its cause I feel a little bad about how this has all played out but you wore the fuck out of that set the other day, t when you tried it on and I am looking to do some advertising. How would you feel about coming in to the shop one day and letting me take some photos, strictly all professional, all tasteful, just to try to help me improve sales and that sort of stuff. I'm getting a bit old and I feel like I sag a little in all the wrong areas so I just can't do it but your figure is gorgeous and I think you'd be perfect.”

The conversation of 1000 emotions continues as you try to take in what she had said. “You want me...to model? But I'm fat and gross, you aren't serious are you?”

“Now I'm beginning to see why you have all of these worries in your relationship. Sounds like you don't love yourself. Honestly, Scarlett, I meant what I said when I told you you rocked the bra and panties set last week and if I'm still being honest I wish I had gotten photos of you in it. You don't have to take me up but the choice is yours. Unfortunately while i have loved chatting with you I do have to head off so here's my card. Call me sometime and accept or drop in.”

You're still in somewhat of a daze as you accept the card and lamely wave goodbye as Miho walks off. You stand up and go to walk off as a shooting pain quickly reminds why that is a bad idea.