Jessica’s Surprise
By Lia

It was a cold autumn evening, the kind that left a chill in your bones and smelled like dead leaves. The doorbell rang and Master Richard ordered me to the back door to answer it. Jessica arrived dressed in tight jeans, high heeled boots and a sweater that left little to the imagination. As usual, she flaunted her feminine attributes. I was also dressed in tight jeans with a coffee colored crocheted sweater over a matching tight tank top. My feet were bare. I greeted her warmly with a hug. I haven’t seen her since I stopped working with her about 6 months ago. She handed me a plate of cookies and I thanked her for bringing desert.

Jessica hadn’t been to the house before, and commented on what a great place it is. I had everything set up all cozy with warm lighting, a fire glowing in the fireplace and the candlelit table set for the dinner I was preparing. The house smelled great from the chicken and the rosemary potatoes roasting in the oven. Master Richard greeted Jessica with a hug as well. It was an awkward moment, considering that Jessica was the last girl that Master Richard was involved with prior to me. Their relationship was brief and physical but never transpired into much else. Until me, Jessica was the wildest woman he had ever been with. Her libido is a little out of control, and her interests are pretty wild – or at least he considered them so back then. He and I started seeing each other a few months after they had split up.

Master Richard and I had spoken often about Jessica over the course of our relationship. We found that we both had an interest in her sexually, and were curious on how she would react if she found out what our lifestyle was like. Although I am no longer at the company, Master and Jessica still work together, and over the course of the past few months they have flirted with the idea of her coming for dinner. She and I have emailed about it as well. She has always seemed very receptive to the idea, and once she had implied to Master that she was attracted to me. Never had anything been said about her joining us for any fun and games, but the veiled opportunity had always been there. So this was the night that it all came down.

I offered Jessica a martini, and she eagerly accepted. She has always been a big partier. I too like my martinis, just not quite as frequently. Master on the other hand is a very minimal drinker, and usually only has a beer or maybe two as he did that night. We sat down on the couch and talked for a while as dinner finished cooking. We spoke of work and what I have been doing since I left, of our kids, and the wedding. Everything was very nice and polite – which was vastly different than how the night would turn out.

I served dinner to the two of them, and then sat down myself to eat. We had opened a bottle of wine and Jessica and I were indulging. As we began to feel a little more at ease (a.k.a. drunk) the talk turned a little racier. During a brief lull in the conversation, Master turned to me and said “Lia, I think you should tell Jessica about our relationship.” I looked at him with pleading eyes as I was supremely embarrassed at the idea of this, and he coaxed me on with a “Go ahead.” Jessica was looking confused and curious. So I turned to her, and proceeded to bring her down the path we have been on for the past 2 ½ years. I explained to her that Master and I have both become very involved in BDSM together. I told her our story, how we started with light bondage and some spanking, and have moved into much more stringent training such as humiliation, flogging, cropping, caning, electro and breast and nipple torture. I told her how we scene regularly – in our own dungeon, as well as with others and at parties. How we have had playmates, and that I have begun to exploit my bisexuality. I am his submissive, and he is my Master. I take great satisfaction in knowing that I please him however he chooses to be pleased, and knowing that I am well on my way to becoming his slave, though I haven’t earned that title yet.