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Out of Control part 2
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Out of Control, Part 2
The Plantation was filled with the most exotic women Jennifer
had ever seen. She maneuvered her way through the crowd, demurely
declining several invitations, until she had made her way to the
bar. She took a seat and checked her appearance in the mirror
behind the bar. She wore a pretty blue dress and white pumps, not
having the courage to wear her special clothes on the plane (she
smiled to herself at the image of sitting next to a businessman or
a housewife in her leather outfit and dog collar).
She saw Arista sitting by herself at the other end of the
bar. Jennifer recognized her immediately. My God, thought
Jennifer, she's absolutely gorgeous!
Arista wore a black silk evening dress with a high collar and
billowy sleeves. It was see-through; underneath, she wore a form-
fitting bodysuit that pushed her firm, full breasts together. Her
outfit was complimented by a wide silver belt and patent leather
pumps. The requisite flower was pinned to her chest.
She had a smiling, warm face and long black hair that danced
on her shoulders. She held herself regally. Jennifer could not
have asked for more.
Her heart racing, she got up and made her way over.
"Arista?"
Arista turned around, and her eyes lit up. "Jnnifer!" She
rose and hugged Jennifer, then stepped back. "You are...so
pretty," she said.
"So are you," Jennifer breathed.
"Here," Arista said, taking her arm, "let's find a table."
To the bartender, she said, "Kim, bring us a pitcher of
Margaritas."
They found a empty table in the corner. "Sit," Arista told
her. "I'm so glad you could make it."
"I wouldn't have missed this for the world," Jennifer said.
"You look...magnificient."
"Thank you." Arista took out an ivory cigarette case from
her purse. "I was so nervous that you might change your mind."
She took out a cigarette.
Jennifer took out a gold Dunhill lighter from her handbag and
ignited it. She lit Arista's cigarette and extinguished the
flame. "I've thought about this often," she said, "meeting
someone over the 'net." She paused and watched as Arista blew a
cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. "I'm glad I didn't wait too
long."
Arista laughed and smoothed her hair. "Not half as glad as I
am." A waitress came and set down a pitcher of Margaritas and two
glasses on their table.
Jennifer poured a glass and handed it to Arista, who held it
up. "Darling," she said, "here's to new-found love." She dipped
her middle finger into the drink and held it out. "Here, try
some."
Jennifer opened her mouth and sucked Arista's finger,
wrapping her tongue around it. Arista watched approvingly. "How
is it?"
Jennifer's breasts rose. "Fantastic," she purred.
Arista nodded and leaned forward. "Darling, this is going to
be so very good." She smiled. "Why don't you slide a little
closer, and we'll talk about our plans."
Jennifer did as she was asked. "What do you have in mind?"
Arista took Jennifer's hand in hers. "How...hard do you like
to play, Jennifer?"
Jennifer squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes. "Very."
Arista shivered. "Ooh, that's exciting! Now, what about
submission -- how much in control would you like me to be?"
"Totally," Jennifer replied. "I belong to you completely."
"And is there anything special you'd like?"
"I need," Jennifer said, "to be punished."
Arista nodded. "You will be, darling Jen, you will be." She
paused. "But before the punishment, we need a transgression."
Looking around the room, she smiled. "Ah, the perfect sin -- turn
around. Do you see that woman sitting by herself at the bar?"
Jennifer looked and nodded.
"Seduce her," Arista commanded. "Dance with her, then get
her phone number and bring it back to me. Do that, and you will
deserve your punishment." She released Jennifer's hand. "The
more brazen the act, the greater the severity. Do you
understand?"
Jennifer nodded.
Arista took a drag on her cigarette and nodded. "Then go --
and remember, I'll be watching you."
Jennifer rose. She was growing very, very wet.
The girl at the bar was an attractive woman wearing an old-
fashioned white satin gown. Jennifer approached her. She looked
back to Arista, who ore a devilish grin on her face.
"Excuse me," Jennifer said, tapping the woman on the arm.
The woman turned around and smiled. "Yes?"
"I just had to meet you," Jennifer said. "You are a very
beautiful lady."
The woman's eyes looked Jennifer over. "Thank you," she
said. "Can I get you anything?"
Jennifer put her hand around the woman's waist. "How about
your number?"
"You're not exactly shy, are you?"
"My name's Jenny," she said. "What's yours?"
"Laurie."
"Mmm," Jennifer said. "Let's dance." She pulled the not-
too-reluctant Laurie off her barstool and led her out to the dance
floor. Laurie put her hands around Jennifer's waist and drew her
close.
"Oh, Jennifer," Laurie said, "this must be my lucky night!"
Jennifer leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Laurie's
eyes opened wide, and she laughed. "God, you're disgusting!" Her
hands slid down to Jennifer's pert, round ass.
Jennifer ran her lips down the back of Laurie's neck and
turned her so that she could see Arista. Her mistress had crossed
her legs and sat smoking, watching the couple move to the slow
music.
Jennifer cupped Laurie's left breast with her hand and
smiled. "Your tits are lovely." Laurie raised her chest up as if
to proffer them to Jennifer.
The song ended; Jennifer steadied Laurie's head in her hands
and kissed her on the lips. "Thank you," she said huskily.
"Anytime," Laurie said. They returned to Laurie's seat, and
Laurie scribbled her number on a napkin. She handed it to
Jennifer. "Call me."
Jennifer kissed her again. "I will." Then she was gone,
just as suddenly as she'd appeared.
Arista smiled when Jennifer sat. "How was she?"
"Very nice," Jennifer said. "Wonderful tits." She handed
the napkin to Arista. "Did I earn your punishment?"
Arista nodded solemnly. "Extremely so, darling; I think we
should leave now." She gathered her things and stood up.
"Before we go," Jennifer said, "we should discuss the matter
of safewords."
"Hmm -- oh, of course. Do you have one, or shall I choose it
for you."
Jennifer looked at her. "Your choice."
Arista thought briefly. "Alright...how about persimmon?"
Jennifer smiled. "Perfect...mistress."
Arista looked pleased. "Now come; your pain awaits."
The two women left the bar.
*** END OF PART TWO ***
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