Red wine, crimson lips

[lucy]

Walking to the nearest subway station I once again get reminded of the tenderness of my pussy and butt. The cool air helps to soothe them, though. Somewhen during that crazy night I lost track about the whereabouts of my panties. Well, there's worse than going commando.
I think back to that moment when she spanked my bottom. It hurt, and she took me by surprise. I know if she hadn't tied me to the bed I would have run for the second time. But all in all it was not a bad experience. It made me concentrate, took everything else off my mind. I was kinda floating, expecting and bracing myself for the next blow.
I didn't know what she meant when she asked about her fucking me. She's a woman, right? Women don't fuck other women, now do they? But boy, was I wrong. Fuck me was exactly what she did, and fuck me hard too. It was strange, to be fucked by a woman, but it also was great, I usually don't cum that easy. But I was definitely glad she didn't use my back door like i was afraid she would.

But does she expect me to come knocking at her door next Saturday? If she really considers that she must be either nuts or even much more convinced of herself than i thought.
I'm late for work, real late, but my boss is away so that's no problem, I'll just stay longer. When I finally get home, I just eat something and go to bed early. All day my mind kept going back to last night. Visions of Charon, standing over me, a dildo jutting out of her crotch or approaching me with a collar and a leash kept floating thru my head. And during the night I wake up twice, after dreaming of being used by an giant woman who handles me as if I'm just a puppet. And twice I find myself moist, if not wet even. I don't need no master in psychology to come to a conclusion about those dreams.

The following two days the night with her is taken off my mind a bit because i'm very busy at work. Friday night I go out with my best friend Nicole. When she asks about my boyfriend I realize that I almost never thought about him since the moment Charon entered the bar.
And I'm even more amazed that I don't give a damn about him anymore. So I tell her what happened and then it's her turn to be amazed.
"What? Wait a second! He split up with you and all you have to say is 'he dumped me for another girl and good riddance'? You don't look like you've been dumped, honey. You actually look great, really happy."
"Huh? Really?"
"Yes, really. And now you tell me what's going on with you."
I hesitate, but she keeps pushing me until I finally tell her everything. At first she's shocked. "And how do you feel? Will you go to her place?"
"Of course not. I'm not a dyke, nor am I a slut." Nicole looks at me for a long time, taking a sip of her wine.
"You know, I haven't seen you looking so happy and content as now for a long time. Are you sure it isn't because of that night with Charon?"
She's right. I'm feeling easy, happy even. And if it weren't for that night with Charon I haven't the slightest idea what else could be the reason.
"Sweetheart, do yourself a favour. Think about your decision again. I've got the impression you've found something that night you didn't even know you were missing."
"Yeah, right, and what would that be? Being seduced and abused by a lesbian?"
"Maybe, dunno. Maybe it's that you like to give up control? You're controlling all of your life. You'll be stepping up the career ladder pretty fast, now that you finished studies and started to work, we both know that. Maybe you just need a part of your life where you can give up control? Promise me you'll think about your decision. I want to see you happy. I really do."
On the way home I keep thinking about her words. And that night in bed, I find myself fingering my pussy, fantasizing about being tied to the bed again, watching Charon strap that dildo to her crotch.
At 7 am the phone rings. It's Nicole. "I just wanted to make sure you're not late in case you decided to go. Do you go to her place?"
"Honestly, I don't know yet."
"Keep me informed, willya? Have a wonderful day, whatever you're going to do."
I get up and have a coffee, walking arond my apartment naked. In the bathroom I look at myself.
Nicole was right. I look quite content. I take a bath and shave my legs. Then, without really thinking about it I climb out to get a scissor and start cutting my pubic hair. Five minutes later my mound is completely hairless and nicely lotioned.
I'm not much of a makeup-person, so I stick with eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. And suddenly I realize that I'm getting prepared to go meet Charon. Now what would she want me to wear? Sexy, I guess. I pick a cute black dress with broad shoulder straps. It should be short enough, the hem of the dress is well above the middle of my thighs. Panty? No panty? I decide for the skimpiest I have, a translucent red lace thong. No bra, but stay ups, due to the temperature outside. Finally I step into heels and don a light coat.
Then I head out, still very early. Damn, didn't she say something about her name? I remember that it was some semigod or just some other bloke in greek mythology. Yes, it was the ferryman who brought the dead to Hades across the river Styx.
When I reach her block, I'm half an hour early. By now I'm nervous as hell. In a Bar nearby I have a mineral water. Finally it's time to go. At exactly 9:58 am the lift opens on her floor. How should I present myself? I just keep standing there, head slightly bowed, coat open, and when the minute hand reaches 10, i ring the bell.