Learning the Ropes Ch. 12: Scheme

Felicity

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Something's off. Why the hell would Ms. Waverly be calling me back to her office again, just a couple of days after what happened? Still, even I couldn't resist going to see her. Maybe... Maybe she really did want to have something with me? Hope fluttered in my chest. If this went well - big if, there - then I wouldn't be alone.

I could have... what they have. A shiver ran through my body, coinciding with a sniffle. Seeing Kara the other day hurt more than I expected it to. I had to accept that I missed her, that our relationship still carried an importance inside of me that I couldn't ignore. Her running off crying? I was still fighting the pain from that.

A tear formed in the corner of my eye, threatening to turn into a downpour. I tried to calm myself down, to collect myself. I walked in to Ms. Waverly's office, freezing in the doorway.

"Well, come in and close the door, Felicity. And make sure to lock it." She spoke with a cool and commanding confidence that left me unable to do anything but comply. The click of the lock beneath my fingers snapped me back to reality, and I set my bag down next to the door. Then, I stared.

Ms. Waverly was dressed... well, not like a teacher, or like anything I'd ever seen her wearing before! Tight latex gripped her curves, a sleeveless leotard that protected her dignity while keeping her limbs exposed. And her curves were enhanced, her full chest and wide hips exaggerated by the waist-crushing corset she was wearing. I stood staring, unable to blink or look away or do anything as she strode toward me, her knee-high heels - also glossy and deep black - clicking on the floor with every step.

She radiated power, and as her fingers laced through my hair she pulled my head back to look up at her. I blinked, making eye contact for the first time. Damn, even her makeup was sultry. I was entranced.

"Kneel."

The word dripped with power, and I found myself on the ground without realizing. Part of my mind dimly realized that this was wrong, that I was supposed to be in control. But it was as though a siren was calling out to me, and I was under her spell. I watched as she walked around me, feeling a bit like a pet put on display. She nearly tripped over my bag, and pushed it off to the side and out of the way before continuing her circuit before stopping in front of me.

"Kiss me." I hesitated, not really finding a good spot to kiss her. Did she want me to stand? Did she want me to... "Kiss me on the lips." It was as if she read my mind. Slowly, hesitantly, I leaned forward, pressing my lips against her own lower pair. While the latex separated us, it was only a thin barrier. I could smell - almost taste - her arousal. I peppered the spot with kisses, while Ms. Waverly squirmed under my touch. I went to pry away the thin layer in my way, when suddenly there was a smack on my hand.

"Hey! What was that for?" I snapped back to reality. Once again, my mind rebelled. I should be in charge, not her. I had the files on my laptop and phone, and she had nothing. I went to stand back up, but Ms. Waverly kept a hand on my head pushing me to stay kneeling. She glanced up and past me, but I couldn't turn my head to see what it was. "You need to let me go," I commanded, though I was unable to keep my voice from wavering.

She took a step back after a moment, and I finally got up. "You want me?" She asked the question like it wasn't obvious. I just nodded, hesitant of where she was going with this. "Then I'm in charge here." I paused, anxious of what this meant. This wasn't going the way I wanted it to. A choked, wordless gasp escaped me which seemed to bring a smirk to Ms. Waverly lips. She took another step toward me again, her fingers wrapping gently around my throat.

"Please... I need... I can't..." I tried to find my words, taking a moment to compose myself. What did I need? If I listened to the burning in my core, it was for her to bend me and fuck me till I passed out. But that wasn't right; everything about me, everything I thought I was as a person rebelled against that. I whimpered, shaking my head.

"Please," I tried again, "let me lead..."

~~~

Kara

***

I could hear my ex and my girlfriend talking through the closet door. It was my plan - my idea even - to use Dahlia as bait, and she had agreed with it knowing how unsettling it would be. That still didn't make me any happier that she was out there being touched and kissed and ogled by Felicity.

I let out a hushed grumble. Dahlia's mine.

I got back to work, thankful Dahlia had managed to scoot Felicity's stuff closer to the closet I was working in, so that I didn't have to traipse through the room to grab it. The sooner I finished my task, the sooner this would be over. All of it would be over. I'd already found the audio files and composed emails on Felicity's phone - that was the easy part. It was searching through the mess of her laptop to find any other copies she had saved. She'd always been clever, and this was no exception. I found multiple copies saved in different places. Was she paranoid that someone would do exactly what I was doing?

"Wait, where's my bag?!" I could hear Felicity call out, before hunting around the room. Fuck. I thought I'd have more time. I hadn't found any copies of the recording in a while, so I had to trust that I found them all.

I stepped out of the closet, my hands full of Felicity's backpack, phone and laptop. I could feel her stare on me, but I kept my gaze forward, walking over to Dahlia's desk and setting down the pile of stuff I was carrying. Finally, I turned to face her, standing side by side with my girlfriend.

Felicity just stared at us for a long time, her eyes wide and her breathing rough. I couldn't blame her, really. Considering I was wearing the same outfit as Dahlia, we were a sight to behold. Clearly, Felicity found both of us hot. Still, the hypnotic spell only lasted so long before she realized what I'd been holding. Rage filled her face, a snarl twisting her lips and brows as she stormed over to her belongings.

"How DARE you go through my stuff? What do you think you're doing? Y-you--" Her voice cut out with a hitch, and I could see the realization dawn in her eyes. Anger gave way to sadness so deep I felt lost in it for a moment. I took Dahlia's hand and squeezed it, and she reassuringly gave a squeeze back. "No... You didn't... Please, tell me you didn't..." She looked up at me on the verge of tears, and I only nodded back.

Immediately she turned to her phone, looking through it. Then, the same procedure with her laptop. She set everything down, then after standing limply for a moment, sunk to the floor. She crawled back over to us, hugging my mostly bare leg. "How could you have done that?" she whimpered weakly.

I shook my head, pulling my leg away. "How could you have fucking blackmailed us?! You almost ruined our lives! Now we had to go through this whole thing just to protect ourselves! The fuck is wrong with you?!" I would have kept going, tearing into my ex-girlfriend with a burning hatred that she deserved had it not been for Dahlia. She squeezed my hand again, and I looked up at her.

There was love in her eyes: peaceful, content love. I could feel my face relaxing as I smiled back at her. "It's not ok what you did, Felicity. You could be expelled or even arrested for blackmailing someone." Her voice wasn't angry, instead it carried the soft yet disappointed tones of a mother having to correct their kid. I turned back to Felicity, seeing the girl in tears. I sighed; I needed to be better for Felicity, like Dahlia was being. Crouching down - no small feat in the aggressive heels we'd chosen to wear - I cupped her cheek and lifted it to get her to look at me.

"You don't need to be in charge anymore. Ya know... maybe it'd be best to let someone else take the reins. If you give up control, you might find what you're looking for."

"B-but, everyone expects me to be some tough bitch..."

Dahlia spoke before I could. "Only because that's what you've shown the world. There's a wonderfully smart girl behind that rough exterior. Maybe let someone meet that girl instead."

Felicity seemed to think for a moment, before giving a small nod to herself. Slowly she stood up, shaky from her crying. But when she looked at me... I didn't see the same aggressive girl that always fought me and vied for control. I saw the sweetheart I once fell in love with. I smiled at her, patting her shoulder before handing her her stuff. I didn't know what else to say, but apparently nothing needed to be said. Felicity nodded at us, and made her way out of the room.

~~~

Dahlia

***

I collapsed back into my chair, equally from the exhaustion of dealing with the whole situation and from the strain of standing on those dumb heels. God I missed my comfortable shoes and clothes. Still, as Kara turned to look at me, eyeing me up and down like a hungry animal - and I was the meal - I couldn't help but to enjoy the attention. Kara came over, sitting on the desk in front of me and letting me get a good look at her as well.

"You think she'll be ok?" I murmured, running my fingers over my lover's bare thigh.

She shivered before responding. "She learned a lot just now, saw the world a bit differently. I think... I think she'll turn out ok." Kara gave me a smile, spreading her legs for me. "I think you owe me some kisses though, flower."

I couldn't help but to laugh, giving my lover a kiss on her thinly covered sex before standing up to kiss her firmly on the lips. I lost track of time, enjoying the taste of Kara - and of freedom - as we made out, our tongues gliding against one another. My hands ran through her red hair, holding her head to mine while she played with my own longer auburn locks. Finally, the kiss broke as we came up for air, panting softly as we looked each other in the eyes.

"I have a question," I panted out. "I get why I dressed up like this, but tell me again why you dressed up the same way? It's not like you were trying to control and dominate Felicity too, were you?"

Kara giggled, hopping off the desk, standing so close to me that she had to spread my legs wide open to be between them. "You see, flower, I wanted to remind you of our relationship. It's been a while since you've called me mistress, you know..."

I blushed instantly, looking away. "All the stuff going on, I didn't know if it'd be ok..."

Her fingers gripped my chin, turning me to face her. "Say it. Now." Her voice was barely a whisper, but it still carried the full weight of her authority.

"M-mistress." The word felt good to say, and I melted a bit into her touch. "Mistress~" I cooed, kissing her hand over and over. "Mistress!" I called out, feeling complete again inside.

Kara smiled at me, turning just enough to open a desk drawer and pull out some rope. Not just any rope, but the rope that started this journey a couple of weeks ago. I blushed when I saw it, squirming in my seat. I dared to take a peek into the drawer, seeing a wealth of dildos, vibrators, and other unnamable toys.

With a smirk, my mistress turned to me, ready to ask a question I was already nodding my consent to. "Ready to get started learning the ropes?"