Vanessa's Choice

"Yes. I suppose I have to. That's why I'm here, after all, isn't it?"

I nodded. "I think it's necessary. So, go on, please."

"Like I said, that night was just after Thanksgiving. We had about two weeks left before final exam week. After that was the Christmas break. They always shut down the dorms then. Lots of people move out, change roommates, whatever. The dorm assignments are for the year, so you don't have to move your stuff if you're staying, but you have to vacate them until the next semester starts. I didn't have a job, so I didn't have to stay in Forrestburg. I always went to Grandma Fontaine's house, you know, my dad's mother, in Beauchamp. But that year, Karen wanted me to spend Christmas with her."

"Where did she want y'all to stay?"

Vanessa winced. "See, that was the problem. She always stayed at Judith's house."

I sat back. "I see. I assume that Judith extended an invitation to you through Karen?"

"I asked Karen that and she said that it was ok with Judith, so that's what it sounded like."

"Were you nervous about going?"

Vanessa nodded. "I didn't like springing that on Grandma, but Karen said I could tell her I'd been invited to my roommate's place, which was kinda true. I was okay with that but ..."

I prompted her, "You weren't comfortable with Judith doing business while you were there?"

She nodded. "But ...."

I waited. "But you were curious?"

In a small voice, she said, "Yes."

To make her comfortable, I said, "You remember my speech about normal and abnormal, right?" She nodded. "Well, as far as I'm concerned, consenting adults can have fun in any way they choose. I've always felt that attempting to legislate morality is a waste of time and resources. So, I find nothing wrong with a young woman being curious about such things. Be open and honest with me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

She nodded and smiled. "Thanks, Sue. The fact is, I was curious about the whole thing."

"The dominatrix thing?"

"Yes. I liked it when Karen took charge of me, so I could understand, at least a little, how at some level the dominatrix thing would be interesting and fun. I didn't think much of spanking or humiliation or anything like that, but that seemed more like a matter of degree. It's easy to understand how, if you have what would normally be considered 'unusual' desires, it would be easier to be in a scenario where those acts were 'forced' on you, as if it wasn't really your choice."

"So, why were you hesitant? Did you think that Judith would try to persuade you into doing some of those acts?"

Vanessa nodded. "I thought it was likely. I mean, Karen still called her 'Mistress.' What if Judith demanded that Karen share me? You've said before that I'm fully aware of my physical attractions. Why else would she invite me?"

I shrugged. "Did you go?"

"Yes. Like Karen said, it was a nice house about ten miles east of here in a heavily forested area. Karen didn't bother to knock. She had a key. I asked her if it was okay to just walk in and she told me that Judith would be with a client for another half hour or so. I listened but couldn't hear anything. Karen said the rooms were all sound-proofed. We went off to the side of the house into the kitchen and had a snack and waited.

"After about thirty minutes, I heard a door open and some voices, at least two. I could tell one of the speakers wore high heels from the sound of her steps. All the floors were wood. I heard the outer door open and close and the woman wearing the high heels walked back towards us. Karen took my hand and gave it a squeeze just as a woman walked in.

"Karen had described Judith to me so I knew it was her. She was tall for a woman, about 5'8", and slender, maybe 120 pounds. She had dark hair. She wore it down to her shoulders. It was curly but not tight. I think they call it loosely curled. It looked black. You know, there's two kinds that people call black. One is truly black, like a raven's wing. The other is really very dark brown. You can only tell the difference in the sunlight because then you can see the dark reddish tint in the second kind. I discovered that Judith had the second kind when I saw her in the sunlight the next day.

"Her eyes were very dark. You could hardly tell where her iris ended and her pupil began. Large, slightly almond-shaped, widely spaced. Lovely. But there was a chill in them. Karen had been right. Judith's eyes felt like they penetrated my body when she focused on me. And she was beautiful, you know, symmetrical face, narrow nose, full lips, high cheekbones. She looked like a thirty year old model, not a fifty year old whore, except for her clothes.

"What was unusual about her clothes?"

Vanessa snorted. "She wore a black lace corset. The cups of the bra part covered less than half of her tits and her nipples were hard. Her breasts were larger than Karen's but smaller than mine. Garters held up her stockings, also black, and she wore high boots with five inch heels. A black lace thong covered her pussy, just barely, so I knew she shaved it. Her fingernails were the same shade of dark red as her lips. She looked as if she'd just stepped out of the pages of a high class men's magazine."

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Observer mode.

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Her voice was low for a woman. She raked her eyes down Vanessa's body and back up. "My, my, Karen. You're really not very eloquent. Your description doesn't do Vanessa justice." She had a slight accent that Vanessa couldn't place.

She approached and extended her hand. "Welcome, Vanessa. I'm Judith. I'm glad you could come."

Vanessa took the hand. It was warm and smooth, as one would expect from such an elegant woman, but the strength in the grip, every bit a match for the mental strength expressed by her eyes, surprised Vanessa. Clearly, slender did not equal physical weakness. Judith radiated confidence and charisma. Power. She would be in charge of any room she entered. Heads would turn and deference would be offered. Vanessa thought, "Karen was right about her. Nobody could help but want her. Her acceptance and desire would be like a drug."

Holding Vanessa's eyes with her own, Judith said, "I've got a cold dinner ready. Boiled shrimp and diced cheese. I just have to cut the fruit for the salad. And champagne. Let's make a girl's night of it, shall we? Karen, take Vanessa into the dressing room and get her dolled up. You'll love what Karen can do for you, Vanessa. She has real talent. She could work in Hollywood doing hair, clothes, and makeup. Go now. Take your time."

Karen took Vanessa by the hand and led her away. Judith, confident of being obeyed, got to work on finishing preparation of the meal.

Karen led Vanessa to a hall, turned left, and entered the first room on the right. The large closet with double bi-fold doors and the bathroom on the side informed Vanessa that the builders had designed this room as a bedroom despite the fact that it contained no bed. Instead, there was a large chest of drawers and what looked like a chair in a hair salon. Ceiling to floor mirrors covered the wall abutting the hallway.

As Vanessa looked around, Karen opened one side of the closet and rifled through the clothes hanging there until she brought out a short, coral-colored robe and held it out for Vanessa. "Take off all your clothes and put this on."

Having finished her inspection and finally being alone with Karen, Vanessa frowned and didn't reach for the robe. "I'm not doing a damn thing until you answer some questions."

The smile fell from Karen's face and she hung her head. Without saying a word, she put her arms around Vanessa's waist and buried her face in her lover's blonde waves. "I love you. I know you're angry, but remember that I love you, please."

Vanessa stood still, refusing to return Karen's hug. Karen hugged tighter. "I love you. I love you."

Vanessa relented and put her arms around Karen's neck. After a few moments, she ran her fingers through Karen's hair. "Alright. I'm not angry, well, not very angry. But you need to tell me what the hell's going on here? What's with Judith and that corset and this 'girl's night' and all? She's trying to seduce me, isn't she? And you're in on it, aren't you? How can you say you love me and then ... conspire in Judith seducing me?"

Karen kissed the blonde. Vanessa tolerated it but didn't respond. When Karen broke the kiss, Vanessa said, "I won't be put off. We're not making love until you answer my questions."

"You already know. You've seen Judith. You've heard her. You've felt her charisma, her power, for yourself. I know you did because I watched you closely. It's okay that you're interested in her. And you know she's my mistress. I have to do what she says. I've told you that, too."

"Yeah, I remember, but you didn't mention that she had any interest in me."

Karen hung her head. "She wouldn't let me. She didn't want you to refuse to come. If you had, she would've punished me."

"Punished you? How? This ain't grade school for Christ's sake. What the fuck?"

Karen closed her eyes and a pleading tone entered her voice. "Just her disapproval is a lot, but she can do things like force me to take a week off work, or make me do things to her customers that they like but I don't. It's hard to say exactly, but that's only part of it. She knows women. She made me tell her everything about you that I knew and decided that you'd be interested in her if she handled it right. And I can tell you right now, since she's seen you, she's ga-ga over you."

Vanessa frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean she wants you. I can tell from the way she looked at you. Don't worry. She'll treat you very well. I know what that's like. I was SO infatuated with her for a while. Remember I told you? I never felt better than that time." She put her arms back around Vanessa's waist. "Until I met you. I'm completely in love with you. If I thought Judith would harm you, I would've refused to cooperate and fuck the consequences. But I know her. She'll exert herself to please you. If you think I've done a good job pleasing you, you ain't seen nothing yet."

Karen waited, staring into Vanessa's eyes, clearly wanting a kiss or some sign of affection from the lovely blonde.

Vanessa sighed. "Dammit, you're right. Judith is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and something about her draws me in. You can call it charisma, power, whatever, I feel it. So long as you're part of what goes on, I'll relax and cooperate, okay?"

Karen kissed her hard and long. When she had to stop to breathe, she said, "I've got to get you ready. Judith was right, I have a talent for choosing the best colors and clothes for women to show off their skin tone and make them as sexy as possible." She held out the robe.

Vanessa took it and began disrobing. "What do you call this color?"

"Coral. You have a warm skin tone and blonde hair, so coral will look good on you."

"How do you know I have a warm skin tone?"

Karen took Vanessa's wrist and turned the underside of her arm up. "Look at the veins in your wrist. Do they have a blue, purple, or green tint?"

Vanessa wrinkled her nose and frowned. "Blood's all red. Why would my veins be those colors?"

"Because you're looking at the blood through your skin. If you look at something while wearing tinted glasses, it will take on different shades of color than without the glasses."

"I see. Well," she looked at the veins in her wrist, "you're right. They look a little green."

Karen nodded, "That means you have a warm skin tone and that will suggest what color foundation and clothing will look best on you. Finish getting undressed and put on the robe and then look in the mirror."

The robe was opaque but very smooth and silky. When pulled tight, Vanessa's nipples showed. Vanessa thought, "It might even be real silk." She looked into the mirror and turned left and right. "Hmm. This color does look good on me."

While Vanessa had been busy with the robe, Karen had found and extracted several articles of lingerie, a bra with underwire support but sheer cups, a thong that snapped on the sides, a garter belt, and a pair of sheer stockings with plain toes and seams up the back. The stockings were flesh-toned and the other pieces were coral. Karen added a pair of strappy sandals of the same color with five inch heels. She laid the articles out on the top of the chest of drawers.

Vanessa stared at sexy lingerie wide-eyed.

"No dress? Are you kidding?"

Karen shook her head. She saw Vanessa hesitate and walked over to her. "Look, baby, you're already the prettiest girl I know. I'm gonna turn you into a goddess. I know what I'm doing, so sit in the salon chair and let me get started on your makeup."

Vanessa paused for another moment, then shrugged her shoulders and sat.

In the kitchen, Judith finished dicing apples, pineapple, and pears, scooped them into a large bowl, added grapes, sprinkled shredded coconut on top, and stirred. Everything was ready by the time she heard the girls return. Karen was cute, dressed in a pink baby doll nightie with a matching sheer robe and soft dancing shoes like one would wear performing a recital. But she stared most at Vanessa.

She raked the blonde with her eyes, top to bottom and back up. "Well, Karen, this has got to be your best work ever." She looked in Vanessa's eyes. "I especially like the eyeliner extending past your lashes to the corners. Now you're more than just a pretty and sexy girl. Yum."

Vanessa felt a thrill in her tummy. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it."

Judith snorted. "Like it? One doesn't like a goddess. One worships her."

Vanessa looked down. A bright red blush spread across her cheeks.

Judith looked at Karen. "She's adorable and looks delicious."

Judith put her arm through Vanessa's and led her to another room, glancing more than once at the sexy blonde's large breasts while they walked. As the luscious orbs bounced with each step the dominatrix licked her lips.

They entered a doorway and stopped. Vanessa looked around the spacious room. It contained, among other furniture, a large couch, a coffee table, and three TV trays. On the table lay a platter of large shrimp, already peeled, and squares of yellow and white cheese, the bowl of fruit salad, plates, cutlery, napkins, an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne, and three shallow champagne glasses. Against the wall there was an entertainment center containing a large TV, a video player, and stereo equipment. Lit candles all around the room provided subdued lighting.

Judith guided the sexy blonde to the couch. "Here, Vanessa. You sit between Karen and me. You girls make your plates while I put on some music."

The girls did as instructed and heard jazz highlighted by a smoky sounding tenor sax. Vanessa recognized the song as 'Cleo's Mood.' "I love that song."

Judith sat next to her, close but not touching, and made her own plate. "I'm glad you like it. It stirs the blood, don't you think?" Vanessa nodded. Judith said, "Nothing else would do in this case."

The thrill in Vanessa's tummy returned. Judith opened the champagne and poured. She handed two glasses to Vanessa, who passed one to Karen, and held hers up to make a toast. "This is Bollinger's, a '53. It's a superior wine and my favorite. Only the best for my Christmas guests. To you girls, the pinnacle of youth and beauty and allure. Cheers."

They all sipped. Vanessa said, "That's really good." She hoped she didn't sound unsophisticated.

Judith eased her fears. "I have two other bottles already chilled. Drink as much as you like."

Vanessa said, "Thank you. It's really good of you to provide such good wine and food. Your house is lovely." She had yet to see Judith smile. Karen had warned her that the dominatrix rarely did. It was part of her aura of power.

Judith made small talk, asking Vanessa about her studies and bringing Karen into the conversation as much as possible.

The subtle lighting, the slow paced jazz, the innocent conversation, and the top shelf champagne all combined to ease Vanessa's anxiety about what she believed to be Judith's intentions. The more she observed the dominatrix's beauty, the more she listened to her low and sexy voice, and the more wine she consumed, the more she accepted the idea that sex with the older woman, a woman who made an apparently opulent living from sex, could be the greatest adventure yet in her life.

By the time she finished her fourth glass, Judith had opened another bottle and Vanessa had a significant buzz going. The music changed to more fast-paced blues. Still sitting, she began to sway in time with it.

Karen recognized that her lover was about to let go and her internal conflicts roiled her emotions. Her love for the blonde bordered on obsession and part of her dreaded the thought of what would probably happen within the next few minutes. Another part of her wanted to please Mistress Judith and she knew the fastest way to that lay between Vanessa's shapely legs. Yet another part of her thrilled at the idea of watching Judith bring Vanessa's body to orgasm after orgasm and she knew Judith would draft her into helping with that. A lesbian threesome with her lover and her mistress would be very exciting, but only as long as she didn't lose Vanessa in the process. She recognized the trap, but decided that, when the moment came, she would fully and joyfully participate in pleasuring her lover and obeying her mistress.

The moment of truth arrived when the guitar solo that begins 'Penthouse Pauper' issued from the speakers. Vanessa walked around the table to the open area in front of the stereo. She put her hands beneath her hair just below her ears and raised them up toward the top of her head. It ruined her hairdo but conveyed sexual abandon while she swayed her hips and shimmied her shoulders. She cast a sleepy glance at Karen and Judith. It excited her to see the women's intense stare. The sheer cups of her bra did nothing to impede the lively motion of her breasts. Not even the calculating dominatrix could refrain from licking her lips.

Vanessa knew the song well. When the opening guitar solo ended, she squatted, forcing the sheer thong up between the tight folds of her smooth womanhood. The lovely pink lips glistened with the nectar of her arousal. She came back up in stages, pumping her hips left and right in time with the four ascending notes of the bass.

As the singer growled out the lyrics, she half-turned, showing her audience her silhouette, accented by her large and firm breasts. When the stanza ended, she turned her back to the women, squatted, and rose pumping her hips, this time highlighting the full and firm roundness of her derriere. As the singer growled out the second verse, she twirled to face the dominatrix and her sub. The sexy blonde unsnapped both of the side fastenings of the thong and pulled it slowly through the lips of her pussy from the back. She brought the thong out from behind her, held it out toward Karen, pursed her lips in a kissing motion, and tossed it. Karen caught it, brought it to her face, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply.

Vanessa resumed her dance, glanced at Judith, and saw those dark eyes boring into her. Vanessa gave her a sultry smile as she reached behind to unfasten her bra. She let the loose garment slip down her arms and caught it in her right hand. When it came time in the song for her to do her last squat, she rubbed her pussy with the bra and threw it to the dominatrix. Like Karen, Judith put the lingerie against her face and savored the aroma of the delicious creature in front of her.

When the song ended, Judith got up and took Vanessa's hand. "It appears you're ready for some real fun." She led Vanessa toward the back of the house. Karen also stood up. As they passed her, Vanessa reached out her free hand to her lover but Judith stopped her. "Karen, darling, please get the ice bucket with the Bollinger's and the glasses. You know once you open a bottle you have to finish it."