New Life At The Victorian Motel Ch. 03

Thanks for all the love for chapter 2 y'all! I had a good time writing this new chapter. Admittedly I had anticipated a lot more plot advancement in this one than what I ended up doing. That was due in large part to the character introductions and world building that I felt were necessary to add at this stage. To ensure the level of detail and story would remain as I wanted them, I wound up splitting this chapter into two, which just means that Chapter 4 is already partially written and won't be far behind this one!

As such, there are some sweet and intimate girl girl moments in this one but no full on sex scene as there have been in the previous chapters. Don't worry though, lots of WLW kinky and intense sex is imminent and very soon for our new queer lady pro.

Hope y'all enjoy. Please keep the feedback and suggestions coming!

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CHAPTER 3

I don't know how long I slept that first night, but I remember that the sun was shining brightly through the slats of the pulled shades in Mama's room when I slowly came to. The first thing I noticed was that I was naked. This surprised me because I never sleep naked, or, I never did before this whole thing. Now I do it all the time, whether alone or nestled in between a pair of warm smooth thighs. Clothing just gets in the way of those tingly sensations you can get as your body comes back to consciousness I've since found.

But back to that fateful morning, the second thing I noticed was that it was warm under this blanket, too warm to have just been from my own body heat. I shifted slightly and that's when I realized that someone was pressed against me from behind. I'd woken up next to a male hookup or boyfriend before but this was a completely different experience. Someone soft, smooth and feminine was holding me to her in a not unpleasant, albeit disorienting embrace. As my nerves came back online and I came more into my body, I realized that one hand was wrapped intimately around my waist and the other was just lightly cupping my right breast, having snuck under the crook of my armpit as I slept. Whoever this was had a different essence and feel than Mama. I can't tell you how I knew, but it was very clear to me that this was not the woman who had taken me last night.

I shifted slightly more and my ass cheek was met with a familiar warmth and a hint of moisture. My fluttered open as I realized what my bum was pressed up against. My mind raced with fragmented memories of last night -- the terrifying encounter with Butch, and the unexpected tenderness of Mama's touch and the release she gave me with her body. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to make sense of it all -- and figure out just who was holding me so tenderly.

"Good morning, Cat," whispered a gentle voice beside me. I squirmed in surprise but her arms held me in place.

"Shh-shh hi, it's okay." she said from behind in a soft gentle tone. Her hand on my chest reached up and lightly rubbed at my nipple in a calming gesture. I looked to my side and could see a hint of raven hair spilled over the pillow we were both lying on. "It's me. It's Dot from the reception desk."

"Wha--" I stammered, squirming again. She let go of me but held her hands loosely on my body. I awkwardly rolled over to face her, noting that we were clearly both naked as we lay close together under Mama's covers. "W-what are you doing here?"

"You're okay, Kitty." she murmured sleepily, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my hip. "Mama asked me to keep you company after last night. It was clear you might be having some trouble adjusting, and we try to be really supportive here, especially for the newbies."

My cheeks flushed at the intimate memory of Mama's lips pressed against mine, the way her hands had felt on my skin. It was so unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, but in the moment, it had felt... right. Necessary, even. Like a secret shared between us, locked away in the shadows of the converted Victorian home.

"Hey," she said softly, her smile warm and understanding. "You're fine. You're safe, just take it nice and slow."

"Well um, thanks" I said leaning up on one hand against the pillow. "I just, uh never woken up naked in a bed with another naked woman, especially when I went to sleep next to a DIFFERENT naked woman last night'

I began to giggle at the absurdity of what I'd just said. There was something so incredulous about what had happened since my car broke down and yet there was no denying it had all happened and I'd been an active participant in it all. What planet was I even on right now?

"Heh, I know. Mama said you might have some more concerns when you woke up and she thought maybe we'd get along so I'm just here to help you adjust, okay? This place can be overwhelming at first."

"Adjust?" I scoffed, the weirdness and severity of my situation was starting to creep into my consciousness a little more. "That's very nice Dot, but I don't want to adjust. I want to get up and get my car fixed and get out of here..."

A look of dismay washed over her face, like she was sad...for me almost. I didn't know what that was about at the time but it would came into vivid, stinging clarity as my hours and days at the Victorian would go on.

"Cat," she whispered, trailing up and down my hip and top of my thigh. "You're here now, and there's no going back, not for a while anyway. You might as well embrace it and see where it takes you. That's my advice to you...you should really heed it.""

Her face got very serious and I felt her squeeze my ass cheek.

"Embrace it?" I echoed, feeling the weight of her words settle over me. The niceness of my time with Mama last night fading and a new anxiety starting to creep in "But, I was just stopping through on a road trip because my car died. I can't STAY here."

"That's between you and Mama ultimately." She sighed again. "All I'll say then, is that while you're here, maybe just embrace the new things you've experienced. I can already tell some new ideas and ways have thinking have been opened for you."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at her confused. Something very strange was going on here, though I really should have been able to tell that already shouldn't I have?

"I understand you'll probably have the instinct to resist as things go on" she continued, her eyes staring intently at me, all the more intense given how close we were lying, "So just consider, for later, that sometimes, the things we resist the most are the ones that have the power to set us free."

With that she pulled me to her again and I let her wrap me in a nude, warm embrace. It was bizarre but it was also warm and comforting. What did that last statement even mean? Resistant things can set us free? That seems contradictory...doesn't it?

As I lay there, wrapped in Dot's naked embrace and haunted by the lewdness of my night, I couldn't help but ponder what she'd said. Her curvy warm body breathed against me and that was strangely reassuring. I admitted to myself then that being so physically close to these other women had not been as abhorrent to my straight sense of myself as I'd always assumed it would be. There was something so calming and...authentic about lying in the intimate embrace of another woman. I felt at peace, like I didn't have to hide or pretend or worry about how I was being perceived. There was a real freedom in it, even if it was just mental. Maybe this place -- this strange, sapphic world I'd stumbled into -- held the key to unlocking desires I didn't even know I had. And maybe, just maybe, those desires were worth exploring. After what I'd gone through last night, nay, done and survived last night, I supposed I could at least entertain the idea.

"Alright," I murmured, feeling the new flickers of curiosity stirring within me. "I I think I get what you're saying."

Dot pulled away from me, she looked down at my naked body and then back into my eyes. She was grinning.

"No you don't Cat, but you will soon one way or another." With that she rolled over to face away from me and I took in her naked backside up close.

I couldn't help but notice the raw, red marks that still marred the otherwise flawless skin of Dot's lower back and ass. They were a painful reminder of the flogging she had received the night before -- which had happened because of me.

"Dot, I-- "I'm so sorry about last night." was all I could think to blurt out.

This mixup had of course, been more her fault than it was mine in my mind, but the image of that leather whip thing slapping against her ass was burned in my memory and I felt guilty for my part in how she'd gotten in that position.

She lifted her head from the pillow, her eye catching me from the side as she turned to address me over her shoulder. Her raven hair spilled over the sheets like ink. "It's not your fault, Cat. I know you didn't ask for any of this. Maybe choose your words a little better next time, but we can't hold that against you."

"But if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been..." I trailed off, unable to voice the full extent of my guilt.

"Hey," she said softly as she rolled back over. I admit my eyes darted down to take in her modest, perky breasts with pronounced pointed, light pink nipples as they faced me. Dot placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "It's really ok. I wouldn't have climbed into bed with you after my punishment if I was mad at you. No one here blames you for what happened. Least of all me."

I wanted to believe her, to let go of the weight that was suffocating me, but there was still a part of me that couldn't help but feel responsible. I glanced down at her body, remembering how she had looked the night before -- stripped bare, vulnerable, and exposed to the cruel whims of Mama and the other women who had gathered to watch her punishment.

"Dot," I began, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I think it's important that you know, I've never... I mean, I don't think I'm gay. I've never done anything with a girl before last night."

She smiled gently, her eyes filled with understanding.

"I know how you feel, Cat. I used to have the same hesitations. But there's a lot of fulfillment to be found working here, and you've already made the commitment. The document has been notarized and filed, so it's binding now."

My heart clenched at her words, the reality of my situation starting to sink in further. But before I could think about those ramifications in much detail, Dot continued, her tone matter-of-fact.

"By my math, I'm now the third woman you've been close and intimate with in a state of undress. That's starting to become a pattern huh? even if you didn't seek it out. Is it really that bad?"

I thought about it for a moment, considering everything I had experienced since arriving at this strange, converted Victorian home. Finally, I replied, "No, it's not that bad. But it's still not what I want for myself."

"Mhmm, makes sense. You have an idea of who you are and what you want and I'm sure that has all served you well before you walked into my reception area. While you're here, maybe try leaning into the notion that it's not so bad to think outside that sense of self you had. You may come to find that that image of Catherine isn't as solid and opaque as you thought. Some more free advice, embrace the idea that that can and will change," Dot suggested gently. "Maybe look at it like the fact that you're here means you have a rare chance to push some limits and cross some lines you never thought you'd cross before, ya know?"

As I mulled over her words, Dot ran a hand softly over her own bruised flesh. "Or not. It just might help you to adjust your thinking before what you're in for today."

"I don't really understand, Dot." I said, feeling stupid. I didn't get what she meant at all but she was serious and that made me kind of curious.

"It's okay. You've got a lot to learn" She shifted and I saw a wince of discomfort wash over her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked, wanting to take care of my new friend all of a sudden.

"Oh it's nothing, my ass just stings. To keep it from infecting they put some nice isopropyl alcohol on my cheeks when it was over. I'm grateful for the thorough medical care but, whew, that itchy sting keeps sneaking back up on me..." She trailed off and then her eyes sharpened like she'd had a brilliant idea.

"Oh wait, okay so in the spirit of pushing your limits while you're here, and because, hey, I think we're becoming close friends now..." She said with a radiant smile that I admit made me melt inside just a little, "How about you...would you... would you kiss and lick my ass to make it better?"

My jaw hung open in surprise. What a crazy lewd thing for one girl to ask another! Right? But as I looked into Dot's eyes, filled with equal parts trust and desire, I was suddenly overwhelmed with a notion that I couldn't deny her. I wanted to give her comfort. To not disappoint her. After all I'd been subjected to since I got here, this would be relatively innocuous, and there was something about this woman. I wanted to appease her lying here in bed with her.

I licked my lips and nodded, looking at her intently.

"Oh wonderful!" She said giddily. She rolled over so her ass was facing me again, and slid herself upwards on the bed so her reddened, shapely ass, moved up towards me.

I pulled my hair behind my ears and took a deep breath. Was I really going to do this? To kiss another girl's ass cheek? I wanted to make an excuse and turn and run but something that Dot had said kept running around my head. I thought about embracing the new opportunity to explore something I'd never have done before. Maybe this wasn't what I'd chosen for myself, but it was something enchanting and exciting and new and different right in front of me, so why not at this point?

And so, with a deep breath, I pressed a tender kiss to her swollen flesh, my lips brushing against her intimate area. I was careful to be gentle on the red swollen skin but I placed some soft tender kisses on the white skin in between the raised red marks. The sensation surprised me -- a mix of curiosity, nervousness, and a burgeoning arousal I hadn't anticipated. It felt nice, intimate, warm and validating to be able to press my lips against this intimate private part of her. As I pulled back, I glanced at Dot, seeking reassurance in her eyes.

"See?" she said, smiling warmly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and a newfound excitement. "It really wasn't."

"Good," she murmured, shifting slightly so she was laying on her belly now, her ass pointed right up at me. "Now, I want you to take it one step further."

Confusion consumed me as I gazed upon her beckoning body. My eyes fixated on her curvaceous backside, mesmerized by the alluring sight of her perfectly rounded ass. What could she possibly mean by taking it a step further? The idea that she wanted me to kiss her asshole wasn't even on my radar. She sensed my confusion and wiggled her bum a little before me.

"In the middle, you know where, just try it to see. If not just to say you have. It's no big deal." She stated as she faced away from me.

Kiss her in the middle...her ass..hole?! I couldn't possibly. I'd never done anything in the backdoor! As far as I was concerned it was exit only for everyone, right? My eyes lingered on the slightly darker shadowed circle I could make out in the darkened crease of her ass. After another moment of hesitation, I licked my lips again.

"What the hell, after all I've done so far is this really that much worse?" I heard myself saying in my head. Oh how that rationale would lead me to some very dark and nasty places as time went on...

I leaned my head down towards her forbidden entrance and closed my eyes. The scent of her was intoxicating and intimate in a way that surprised me. My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the phrases over in my mind, "Exit only," "Never done anything like this..." They no longer seemed so reliable as ways out of the Victorian's increasing demands of me. In this moment it felt as if they belonged to someone else's life - not mine.

My tongue hesitated just a breath away from her puckered back hole and I heard Dot let out a soft moan of anticipatory pleasure. The sound drew an unexpected response from deep within me, a primal stirring that seemed to obliterate any trace of doubt.

With a swift resolution, I darted my tongue forward and tasted her. I first tongued at the darkened hole between her cheeks and then placed my lips to it to deliver a deep intense kiss. The feeling of this part of a woman against my tongue and lips was unlike anything I'd ever experienced sexually before and the consciousness of WHAT I was doing really heightened my reaction. Underneath the mix of feminine musk and the sharp smell of the lingering antiseptic, there was a distinct undercurrent of Dot herself - sweet, salty and alluring. I was overcome with a sense of gratitude that she had asked to share this particularly intimate sensory detail with me. How many other people now knew what her ass hole tasted like? I asked myself as my tongue continued to prod and taste.

The noise that escaped her lips when my mouth made contact was one of pure bliss. She writhed slightly beneath me, pressing herself further up into my mouth. A sizzling rush went through me at her response, a feeling that was as frightening as it was mesmerizing.

As I gave myself over to the sensation, exploring the puckered skin with the flicker of my tongue and kisses of my lips, any lingering concerns were washed away in favor of raw

As my tongue traced the delicate folds of her skin, I couldn't help but wonder if Mama had planned this all along. Had she placed Dot in my bed for this very reason -- to help me adjust to my new reality, and make me more susceptible to her control? Later I would learn that she had, in her way. At the time though, the thought should have terrified me, but instead, I felt a strange thrill at the idea of being manipulated by such a powerful woman.

"Dot," I whispered between kisses, "I never thought I'd be doing this... but I'm glad you're here with me."

"Me too, Cat," she replied, her voice thick with emotion and arousal. "We'll get you through this together. I promise."

I kept exploring and tasting untilDot let me know she'd had enough. She wryly told me that if she let me keep going she'd have to start paying me and she owed Mama enough as it was. I crawled back up so we were facing each other and she pulled me to her again so our limbs were intertwined in a loving intimate embrace.

I remember that being the moment that my feelings for Dot began to seed and grow as I lay there wrapped in her arms and legs. I couldn't help but be drawn to her vulnerability -- the raw marks on her skin that spoke of pain and submission -- as well as the kindness she had shown me in what had been, without question, the strangest day of my life (so far). In some ways, I was already starting to think of her like the big sister I'd never had. She was guiding me through this new world with a gentle hand and a reassuring smile. She cared and I could sense she wanted what was best for me. She was emerging as the kind of big sister you could cuddle with naked after just kissing her asshole. You know, normal sister stuff!

We lay there for god knows how long, sighing, smiling and occasionally she'd lean in and solicit soft sweet kisses from me in the warm intimate silence. I admitted then that for all my hesitance to consider any actual queerness in myself, I was growing to enjoy kissing Dot, kissing women in general. I didn't want to think about what that meant for me but I did just like the warm softness of her lips when they would press against mine, the way her body would squeeze me just slightly as we kissed.