Diane's Fall Ch. 08

Perhaps seeing the look on Diane's face, Ah said, "I'm sorry, Mistress. There are some things that I can tell you, but there are others that Kayla has forbidden us from discussing with you. She wants to be able to explain those herself. She says it's essential that she be the one to clarify things for you."

Diane couldn't help but think how that was so much like her former lover. Kayla always sought to be in control of every situation. It was part of what Diane had found so shocking about the scene she'd witnessed that day in their... no, the Domme's bedroom.

"I'm not your Mistress anymore, Ah. You can just call me Diane."

The look of disagreement on the Asian beauty's face was instantaneous.

"That's no true. Not to me, and not according to Kayla. She's told us all that unless she tells us something different, we're all to do what you tell us to precisely. She says you are still our Mistress because she hasn't given up hope of getting you back."

Diane felt her heart leap at the thought of Diane still wanting her. But almost as quickly as that happened, it promptly hardened as she remembered the sexy dominants betrayal.

"Well, that's why you should stop calling me that because I can't trust Kayla anymore. She lied to me repeatedly and used me. How could any of you expect me to ever be able to trust her again?"

Ah leaned back excitedly upon hearing Diane's words and reached both hands forward, grasping her cheeks.

"Mistress, I won't dispute that she kept things from you, and I won't disagree that she was dishonest. She regrets both things now and seems to be punishing herself daily for the decisions she made. But I swear to you that she never used you. Never." Ah said, her voice filled with certainty.

Diane took in the little Asian's submissives declaration. One of the things that had bothered her most was the bitter regret she felt over all the time she'd spent scouting locations for Kayla's new business and running the numbers to make sure that the raven-haired seductress's business plan was sound. It was time the mother of two could have spent with her own children or focusing on her clients. Instead, Diane had been busy working hard for a woman she believed loved her only to find out her heart belonged to someone else.

"I can't believe that Ah. I was busy laying the groundwork for Kayla's business while my girlfriend was out dating someone new behind my back. I can't see how I can classify what she did as if it's anything else."

Her hands clasping together as if in prayer, Ah said, "But that's just it. That business was meant to be something the two of you could build together. It was something you could center your relationship around other than just sex. It was meant to give you two cover and a legitimate reason to spend time together without your husband becoming suspicious. Kayla eventually wanted you all to herself someday, But she knew that until the girls went off to college, that you would never be willing to disrupt their lives by divorcing your husband."

Diane smiled bitterly, she might not have been the one to file the divorce, but she had put Jerry in such an impossible situation that he'd had no choice but to do it himself.

"I guess she didn't know me as well as she thought she did."

"No, no, she didn't. Believe me when I tell you that she was as shocked to hear that you'd decided to end your marriage as anyone," Ah replied before pointedly adding, "And it broke her heart to realize that she could have been living with you fulltime so much sooner than she expected."

Diane laughed and said, "And was I supposed to remain blissfully ignorant and happy while she fucked her redheaded lover? Or did she plan to make me accept that too?"

Ah shook her head and said, "No, that thing with Ciara wasn't what you thought it was. It was never meant to last any longer than it had to. Only until Kayla got what she needed, and then she would end it. She had her reasons for not wanting you to know about it at the time. She knows that logic was severely flawed now, though, and regrets not being upfront with you."

Ah's words brought an immediate question to Diane's mind. One that she'd been reticent to inquire about before now.

"Is Kayla still seeing her?"

Ah shook her head and said, "No. She ended it about a month after you discovered it was going on. She could have ended it a lot sooner than that, maybe as soon as the week you found out. But after you discovered them together and Kayla reacted the way she did, Ciara became somewhat skittish. It took Diane time to rebuild trust with her."

Diane rolled her eyes, and sarcastically said, "Well, I'm sorry to have caused her so much difficulty."

Ah gave her a pained expression and said, "Mistress, I want to tell you the whole story, I really do. But Kayla has made it clear that we're not to discuss it with you in any detail until she's had a chance to come clean. I can't betray her by violating her wishes."

The young submissive woman's insistence on calling her Mistress brought a sudden idea to Diane's mind. It was one that served her needs on a couple of levels. Now that the sexy blonde knew that her former lover didn't want her to be told details, she wanted to hear them. And having Ah to betray Kayla's trust might give Diane a measure of revenge, one that would sting the self-assured seductress with disloyalty. Kayla deserved to feel a certain amount of it even if it didn't rise to what Diane had endured.

Reaching up and running her fingers through Ah's short hair. Diane suddenly grasped it in her fist and pulled, arching the young woman's neck back sharply.

"You're going to tell me, though, like the obedient little Chinese whore you are."

Ah moaned, instantly reacting to the pain and the demanding tone in Diane's voice, the Domme's insulting words were like gasoline heaped upon a fire.

"Oh, God, Mistress," Ah cooed. Her neck was pulled back, forcing her tiny breasts out and thrusting her nipples tightly against her shirt. Diane felt a fluttering in her core as she watched them harden through Ah's thin cotton top.

Leaning forward, Diane seized Ah's bottom lip between her teeth, pulling at it roughly as she grasped the younger woman's chin with her free hand.

Releasing her hold on the submissive's lip, Diane whispered into her mouth, "You will tell me what I want to know you fucking little slut."

"Please, Mistress, I can't," Ah groaned. "I don't want to disappoint you, but I can't let Kayla down either."

Diane was afraid of that. Despite her closeness with Ah, Kayla was her longtime friend, lover, and Mistress. Diane knew that the raven-haired beauty's preferences would always take precedence over hers.

But then a sudden epiphany struck Diane. Would Ah still feel the same way if she could offer the submissive something that she desperately craved? Something that Kayla had repeatedly denied her?

Diane didn't say a word, merely standing as she still gripped Ah's blonde tresses in her fist. She roughly pulled the little beauty to her feet.

Jerking the younger woman's hair hard enough to cause her to cry out, but not hard enough to do any real damage, Diane began to pull Ah along behind her as she made her way through the house.

"You will tell me what I want to know, you slant-eyed little bitch. There is no way you're going to show up at my house and deny me what I want."

Diane heard a noticeable whimper escape from within the submissive as she began to drag her up the stairs to the second level of her home. The Domme was just reserved enough in both force and pace to prevent the Oriental beauty from stumbling behind her as she made her way up the staircase.

Ah squealed loudly as Diane dragged her into her bedroom and across its expanse into the master bath. Opening the glass enclosure leading into the shower, Diane forced Ah inside.

"Strip off your fucking clothes," the Domme ordered her submissive charge. When Ah seemed to hesitate, Diane added, "NOW!"

Ah began to hurriedly disrobe, her eyes clouded in a mixture of obedient lust and confusion. Diane slowly removed the silk top she'd been wearing, carefully hanging it on a hook behind the bathroom door when she was finished. As she began to unbutton her pants, she eyed the sultry little vision of beauty before her with lustful intent. It had been several weeks since she'd last had Beth kneeling between her legs in submission, and with no other recourse available, Diane had been forced to take care of her own needs during that time.

Well, not today.

Never removing her gaze from Ah, who stared back at her with heavily lidded eyes full of arousal, Diane slid her pants from her body, leaving the Domme standing there in just a black thong. Diane slowly shucked those as well, striding into the shower towards Ah.

Shoving her thong into the sexy young Asian's mouth, Diane placed her hands on the younger woman's shoulders and ordered her to her knees.

Willing herself to remain calm, her voice icy and measured, Diane said, "Since we've become acquainted I've seen you degraded in virtually every depraved fashion possible. I know a cheap little slut, such as yourself, is driven by a need to be debased regularly, but I also know that Kayla has deprived you of the one thing you crave so much. She thinks it a step further than she's willing to go. I don't have the same qualms, not if you are willing to tell me what I want to hear."

Diane watched as a light went on in the Asian submissive's eyes as what the Domme referred to dawned on her.

"But I want every word, every detail. You will deny me nothing you fucking little chink whore. Do you hear me?" Diane ordered, her tone purposefully meant to take possession of the tiny submissive's mind.

"Yes, Mistress," Ah cooed back, a look of adoration in her eyes that told Diane she had her. She may never fully take her from Kayla, but she now at least owned equal purchase in her mind and heart.

The story spilled out of Ah over the next quarter-hour. Diane listened intently, feeling enlightened about Kayla's motives, yet unforgiving about her logic in implementing her plan. She was torn by the sudden hope she felt where none had previously existed. A mere ember that had burst into flame. Still, Diane tended that fire, choking it off. She wouldn't be consumed again so quickly. Not until Diane was sure that she could do so without being burned.

Diane took the thong she'd been wearing and stuffed it into the diminutive cheerleader's mouth once she was done speaking. The moisture held from her arousal clearly hitting the young submissive's taste buds as she moaned, her heavily lidded eyes darkening even more.

Taking a deep breath and willing herself to set aside the myriad of thoughts coursing through her mind so that she could focus on Ah. Diane brought her cunt to the submissives'face and began to rub its wetness all over her countenance. She bathed the entire surface leaving it slick and oily with her secretions. All the while, Diane chastized and berated Ah for having the temerity to consider denying her what she wanted.

Ah, could only mumble her apologies through the thong still encased in her mouth. Though the sounds emanating from the Asian beauty's mouth were mostly unintelligible, their intent wasn't. Ah was begging for forgiveness, she was begging to be punished, she was pleading for a chance to make things right.

What's more, she was aching for the reward she'd been promised for betraying Kayla.

Diane didn't make her wait any longer. Though she'd never in the past remotely even considered doing such a thing, the blonde switch suddenly found the idea of the dominating act thrilling. It would forever mark Ah as hers in a way that Kayla hadn't the will to duplicate.

Willing her mind and bladder to relax, the Domme sighed as she felt her stream release and begin to coat Ah's face and chest. The light golden liquid baptizing the submissive as hers. Diane cursed the younger woman telling her to play with herself as the Domme's urine trickled out from Diane's legs. She released the several cups of coffee she'd enjoyed that morning at a deliberate pace to make the experience last for her submissive.

Ah's fingers were a blur on her little nub as she groaned in adulation at finally experiencing being pissed on. Diane knew she had begged countless times to be marked in such a way but was always denied. This was the epitome of debasement for a woman that lustfully yearned for such acts.

"Don't you dare cum yet!" Diane ordered sternly as she centered her cunt over Ah's mouth and allowed her stream to flow freely into the opening, soaking the thong ensconced there. Ah released a prolonged groan that gurgled in her throat, the piss threatening to slip down her gullet.

Diane's stream trickled off. Though it might have been finished, Ah's degradation wasn't.

Grabbing a towel hanging from the rack on the shower's back wall where it had been drying from Diane's shower that morning. The Domme then dabbed at the piss that had collected around the diminutive submissive's eyes.

"Open your eyes and look at me!" Diane demanded sternly once she was sure she'd gotten it all. When Ah had complied, Diane said, "I want you to suck on those panties and swallow that golden gift I gave you. And don't you dare waste a drop!"

Ah moaned and whimpered quietly as her lips closed, and her cheeks hollowed. She sucked at the urine-soaked thong as if it was a delicious treat. Diane watched with wonder as the young submissive swallowed hungrily every few seconds. The fingers of her right hand stroking in and out of her cunt as she enjoyed her treat.

After she'd finally stopped sucking at the thong, Diane tapped two fingers against Ah's lips and ordered her to open her mouth. Pulling the panty's from where they had been entombed, Diane dropped them to the shower floor before guiding Ah's eager mouth to her cunt.

Releasing a moan of her own as she felt the submissives tongue slide between her lips and eagerly begin to suck at the mixture of urine and arousal she found there, Diane said, "That's it you little Asian slut, suck my pussy. Clean it up."

Pulling Ah's mouth tighter against her slit, Diane ground her cunt against the young submissive's face as she released a conscious stream of profanity-laced humiliation at the younger woman. The viler her words became, the closer they both teetered on the edge of climax. It wasn't until Diane found herself falling over the precipice that she gave Ah permission to follow.

Both women ended up on the shower's floor, the breath heaving from their chests in gasps.

When they'd collected themselves. Diane decided that their interlude so far was simply not enough. The frustration, depression, and anger she'd dealt with over the last several months were now in her mind's background. At its forefront was the overwhelming need to completely dominate the beautiful creature in front of her. Dominate her and then send her back to Kayla. She knew that the Native-American seductress would take one look at Ah and instantly know that her submissive had spilled the beans.

Diane stood looking down on the servile and flexible young beauty, still kneeling at her feet. A multitude of lascivious thoughts coursed through her imagination, things that she quickly wanted to bring to fruition. Ah was hers now, maybe more so than Kayla's.

And if the pair of former lovers had any real hope of resuming their relationship, Kayla would just have to learn to accept that.

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It was the twin's weekend with their father. Despite his bitterness at learning that she was no longer in love with him and wanted to end their marriage, things had been amicable between Diane and her soon to be ex regarding the girls. Diane knew the twins needed their Daddy in their life regularly. At least as regular as he'd ever been. Jerry was still traveling on business as much as in the past. But when he was in town, Diane always insisted that the girls spend time with him on weekends.

Lena would fight it at times. Diane expected it was more out of a desire to punish her than not to see her father. She was still acting out at home, though her bad behavior in school seemed to have been curtailed. Diane received a steady diet of snide comments and dirty looks whenever conversing with the older of the two twins. The mother of two did her best not to react to Lena's bratty displays, though she yearned to put the girl over her knee and tan her hide.

That Lena was still trying to punish her wasn't surprising to Diane. Lana's revelation of her sister's motives had actually put the mother's mind at ease to a degree. She knew that as long as she was patient and loving while also being firm and remaining in charge, Lena would eventually grow out of her childishness.

The real issue was the rift that it seemed to have caused between the two sisters. The two had always been of one mind on nearly every subject. It was as if they were a miniature hive-mind in how they approached things.

However, Lena's treatment of Diane had created a divide between her and her sister for the first time. One that seemed to widen in tiny increments each time Lena acted out. Diane had encouraged Lana to remain patient with her sister but knew that the younger twin's emotional equanimity on the subject was running thin.

Diane knew something would have to be done to improve things soon. She desperately wanted to believe it might be possible that she could reclaim her relationship with Kayla. The twin's mother knew that would go along way towards rectifying things with Lena. But Diane also knew that she had to be steadfast in her resolve. She couldn't afford to rush back into things with the Domme unless she had certain assurances. Assurances of the kind that would bind the two women together more than just emotionally.

The sound of the doorbell chimes broke Diane out of her thoughts. She wasn't expecting anyone and had been alone since the girls had left around six that evening. It was now approaching nine, so she was immediately concerned that something was wrong.

Peeking through the front window, Diane was surprised to see Dana and Celeste standing under the glow of her front porch light. Unlocking the door, she opened it to find the pair staring back at her. Diane knew her sister well, and though she couldn't quite read the expression on Celeste's face, she knew that Dana's carried a look of consternation.

When neither said anything, Diane said, "What are you two ladies doing here so late?"

The sound of Diane's voice seemed to drive Dana out of her reverie.

"Umm, yeah, well, I just spoke to Kayla. What the fuck did you do, Diane?"

Diane couldn't help but smile. She'd been expecting to hear from someone amongst the group of submissives. She'd assumed it would come in the form of a phone call, though.

Standing aside, Diane held out a hand, beckoning the pair and said, "Would you like to come inside?"

It was Celeste that took her lover's hand and led her past Diane into the foyer. Diane then led the two into the den where she'd been sitting and enjoying a glass of wine. The stereo played softly in the background, the plucky and soulful sounds of guitar strings twanging as Stevie Ray Vaughn's Riveria Paradise seeped out of the surround sound speakers scattered around the room.

"Can I get either of you something to drink? A glass of wine, maybe or something else?"

Dana just stared at her, but Celeste said, "I'm driving, but I would like a soda or perhaps a coffee."

Diane told the pair to have a seat and make themselves comfortable. She then made her way into the kitchen, retrieved another wine glass, and grabbed a Coke for Celeste.

She found the pair whispering almost animatedly to one another when she walked back into the room. Dana stopped immediately, almost looking embarrassed at whatever it was she'd been saying. Celeste leaned in and whispered something in her lover's ear, patting her leg as if in reassurance.