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The Birthday Gift - Part 1
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Subject: The Birthday Gift, Part 1
The Birthday Gift: Part One (Friday Night 11:00 pm)
Josephine Eileen Ross stood jauntily in the entrance to the
crowded nightclub, her right hand on her hip -- a tall,
stunningly attractive woman. She wore a black, velvet decollete
evening dress with a high fan collar that accentuated her ample
cleavage and slim, hour-glass figure. Her full lips matched the
color of her long, curved red fingernails, and she had on black
silk stockings and high-heeled stiletto opera pumps. Her long
black hair danced on her shoulders. For jewelry, Josie wore a set
of gold hoop earrings and an intricate platinum choker. Josie
looked at her image in the foyer mirror and smiled confidently.
She was dressed to kill, and she knew it.
After waiting a few minutes, Josie saw an empty seat at the
main bar and took it. The bartender, a young curly-haired girl,
saw her and came up. "What can I get you, miss?"
Josie thought for a moment. "I'd like a martini -- very dry."
After she ordered, Josie took out a pack of Virginia Slims
from her purse and pulled out a long white cigarette.
The bartender brought her drink over, set it down, and held
up a lighter. "Here, I'll get that."
Josie held the cigarette to her lips as the other woman lit
it for her. Josie inhaled deeply, her breasts rising. She
expelled a thin stream of blue smoke toward the ceiling and smiled
at the girl. "Thank you," she said.
The bartender smiled back. "You're welcome."
Josie crossed her legs, sipped her drink and took a long,
luxurious drag on her cigarette. Her left hand slipped subtly
beneath the folds of her dress, and her fingers felt along her
thigh. Halfway up, connected to a thick elastic strap, was a
clamshell case containing various accoutrements. Satisfied that
it was secure, Josie removed her hand and took out a photograph
from her purse. It was a shot of two women, a blonde and a
brunette. The brunette was her employer; it was the blonde that
Josie sought tonight, a sloe-eyed, large-breasted girl named
Patricia Ortiz.
Josie took another drag on her cigarette and scanned the
mirror in front of her, looking at the crowd. It was a Friday
night, and the room was dense with people. Almost all were women,
which wasn't surprising for a lesbian nightclub. There were
several gorgeous women out on the dance floor. As Josie watched,
she felt a familiar warmth swelling up within her. As she
strained over to get a better look, she noticed a young girl
sitting at the opposite end of the bar, wearing a tight blue
leotard top and white faille wraparound skirt. It was Patricia.
She had already decided her strategy. She finished her drink
and cigarette, and the bartender, who kept giving Josie discrete
glances, came over immediately. "Can I get you another one?" she
asked.
"Yes, please," Josie said, "and do me a favor."
The bartender smiled. "I'd love to."
"Do you see that woman over there?", Josie pointed to
Patricia. "Give her another drink with my compliments."
The girl nodded. "You mean Trish? Sure."
Josie took out another cigarette, along with a long ebony
cigarette holder. She carefully inserted the cigarette into the
holder and lit it. "Tell her it's from me."
"Okay," the bartender told her, "but I have to warn you,
Trish is into some very heavy scenes."
"That's what I was hoping," Josie said, her eyes sparkling.
The bartender looked surprised, but said nothing.
Josie watched as the bartender took a scotch on the rocks
over to Patricia and set it down in front of her, discreetly
pointing over to Josie. Patricia looked over, smiling. Josie
returned the smile, nodded and took a long drag on her cigarette
holder. She was beginning to get a kick out of this, and her
heart began to race when Patricia stood up, drink in hand, and
sidle through the crowd. It took her a few moments, but finally
she was there, standing before Josie.
"Hello," she said. "Thanks for the drink."
"My pleasure," Josie said. "I couldn't help but notice you
over there -- you're a very attractive woman."
Patricia looked a little startled. "Are you always this
forward?"
Josie finished her cigarette. "I am tonight."
Patricia smiled again. "Why don't we find a quiet corner
somewhere?" She offered her hand, and Josie took it, slipping off
the barstool, her metal-tipped stilettos clacking on the floor.
They found a dimly-lit table on a dais overlooking the dance
floor and sat down side by side. Josie lit the candle in the
middle of the table and pulled it over so she could see Patricia
better. As she did so, Josie noticed the other woman's nipples,
erect and perfectly outlined in the sheer material of her top.
Patricia took a sip of her drink. "My name's Trish," she
said. "What's yours?"
"Josephine, but I go by Josie."
"Josie; what a lovely name." She paused. "This is your
first time here."
Josie looked up into her eyes. "Why would you think that?"
Trish smiled. "Believe me, I would remember seeing you."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"God, yes," Trish said heavily. She let her hand fall below
the table to rest on Josie's thigh. "I saw you sitting at the bar
earlier tonight...I thought you looked very, very sexy."
"Thank you," Josie said.
"All dressed in black, and using that long black cigarette
holder," Trish continued. "Very elegant."
Josie smiled. "My mother gave it to me. She thought it
makes me look like a vamp."
"Well," Trish said, her hand sliding along Josie's inside
thigh, "it sure does wonders for me."
Josie covered Trish's hand with her own, and guided it
beneath the folds of her dress. "Then this might be your lucky
night." With her other hand, she reached into her purse and took
out an engraved invitation. She opened it deftly and passed it
over to Trish. "Read this."
Trish took the invitation and held it over the candle.
Darling Patrica (it read),
You are formally invited to a weekend of
extreme sensuality and forbidden delights
on the occasion of your 28th birthday.
The woman from whom you have received this
is your mistress and guide. She is trained
in all forms of ecstasy which you desire.
Place all faith in her. Obey all of her
instructions without fail. Do so, and you
will experience sexual delight unlike none
you have ever imagined. Disobey her, and
you will be punished in ways that you have
dreamt of and more.
Signed,
Elizabeth Bach
P.S. Patricia, I love you. I give you your fantasy.
Trish set the note down. "I need a cigarette," she said
finally. Her fingernails were beginning to dig into Josie's
thigh.
Josie laughed and passed a cigarette over to Trish and lit it
for her, then put one in her holder and lit it.
"Where is Elizabeth?" Trish asked.
"All in due time," Josie said. "First, I need your consent."
"She told me she might do this," Trish said, almost to
herself. "I had no idea..." She paused. "What do I need to do?"
"Just say yes or no. If you agree, you will do whatever I
command for..." she looked at her watch; it was eleven thirty.
"For the next forty eight hours. We will return you to reality on
this time, Sunday night."
"What about my cats?"
Josie laughed again. "Every detail's been seen to; believe
me. All you have to do is agree. If you say yes, I'll give you
one hour, and then the festivity begins."
Trish sat silently for a moment. "You know Elizabeth well?"
"Your Significant Other? Yes, we've known each other since
school."
"Alright, then," Trish said nervously, but her eyes
positively shone with anticipation. "You have my agreement."
"Very well," Josie replied. "You look like you've seen a
ghost; would you like to dance?"
A slow song was starting up. "I'd love to," Trish said.
They stood up and went out to the dance floor, hand in hand.
Josie slipped her arm around Trish's waist and pulled her close
gently, reveling in the other woman's musky smell.
The song was one of Josie's favorites. "Antes que seja
tarde..." the lead went, and she looked down into Trish's bright
eyes. Without warning, Trish's mouth opened to an O, and Josie
kissed her. It was a soft kiss, and Josie felt Trish trembling as
their lips met. Trish pulled back and leaned into Josie's ear.
"Elizabeth..." she whispered.
Josie took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "She's
given me her consent, darling. Do not feel unfaithful to her.
Everything that happens, has her best wishes. She just wants to
give you what you couldn't ask for directly." She paused. "Now,
kiss me again," she said, but before she could finish, Trish
pulled her closer and put her mouth on Josie's, her tongue
hungrily probing. Josie responded with a hunger of her own, and
for a time they were only aware of each other.
Finally they parted. Josie heard another song from the same
album starting ("Depois Dos Temporais"). They had embraced for
almost twenty minutes.
"God," Trish said. "I think I need to sit for a moment; I
think I've wet myself."
They went back to their table and sat down. There was line
of perspiration going down Trish's back, but Josie looked
completely composed.
As Trish lit another cigarette, Josie said, "Do you know what
a safeword is?"
Trish nodded. "Elizabeth and I've used one before, during
our...scenes."
Josie took another small envelope from her purse and handed
it to her. "Here are the safewords we will use. They apply to
both of us. You must understand --" She paused. "If the
safeword is spoken to you, you will stop immediately whatever it
is you are doing. If your partner is bound, you will unbind her.
If your partner is unable to speak, be alert to the nonverbal
signal."
Trish opened the envelope and read the note inside. "I
understand, Josie."
"Finally, one last thing." Josie lit a cigarette and sipped
her drink. "Much of what we will do is psychodrama. By giving me
your consent, you have given yourself completely to me. I will do
everything possible to heighten your pleasure. My first command
is to trust in me totally."
"I do," Trish said huskily.
"Now, I ask you to remember the final safeword -- it's
written on the back of the note you're holding. My instructions
from Elizabeth are that, if you utter it, you are to be released
immediately and returned here, to your car. Trish, remember:
There is no going back. If I hear it, the festivity comes to an
irrevocable end."
"I understand."
Josie looked at her watch. It was 12:28. She smiled
devilishly. "Are you ready?"
"God, yes, darling!"
"Then," Josie said, "let the games begin." She stood up.
"You will find a black limousine parked in front. Leave within
the next fifteen minutes and take a seat in the back. Do not
disturb the driver at all." She picked up her purse. "I will see
you again soon. Remember: Do not speak to the driver."
"Yes, Josie."
Josie looked down at her. "I am a dominatrix; from now on,
you will address me as 'mistress.'"
"Yes, mistress."
Josie turned and left her sitting there. She walked out,
without looking back.
Trish held the note in front of her, over the candle. Before
looking at the back, she slowly dipped it into the flame and set
it in the ashtray, watching as the fire consumed it. Then she too
stood up, crushed her cigarette out, and walked briskly through
the crowd to the entrance and out the door.
*** END OF PART ONE ***
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