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Try Me But I Won't Like It

After seeing Colin yesterday and my erotic encounter with Mr. Pinkie last night, I realized maybe making the haste decision to fly off to Sweden and have sex with Ethan to soothe the ache between my legs was probably not a good idea but it was easier than trying to explain to Mistress why I didn’t want any pleasure from her. I knew what her intentions were but I wasn’t with her to feel good, I strictly needed to learn how to be disciplined and punished but I didn’t need to be pleasured. I knew there had to be some way to get the best of both worlds and if she didn’t want to continue with our agreement then I would find someone else who would.

I made my way to my car and called her on my way asking her to meet me at the club. At first she argued with me that I wasn’t completely in my right mind about wanting what I wanted but she agreed to meet me anyway. After she hung up, my phone rang and the caller ID flashed with Ethan’s name. I answered frantically.

“What’s wrong? You never call me in the afternoon your time?”

“Well hello to you to, Brittany.” He chuckled as I blew out an exasperated breath.

“I’m sorry, I just thought you would be at the hospital with Julia or working.”

“We were but the doctors said she could go home today so I have been bringing things back to her house and making sure she can get around when she does.”

“Does that mean you can come home?” I asked trying to hide the desperation in my voice.

“Not just yet. The doctors have ordered her to do home health for the next four weeks and I still need to help her finish these contracts.”

“Ok.”

“Look I promise I will be home as soon as I can.”

“I know. It’s ok I can wait. Work comes first and your friend still needs you.”

I wasn’t lying that I was ok with him staying in Sweden for a few more weeks because it meant I could continue my training without him but I was concerned that he was going to be there with a woman I didn’t know and that he had a history with. No matter what that history was.

“Are you sure?”

Damn it, I should have known he would hear through my lie.

“I just miss you, that’s all.”

He paused for a while before taking in a deep breath and saying, “We met when I was in college. She was a classmate of mine and for a while we hated each other. She was pushy and loud and a huge know it all but she was smart as hell, someone I would want to be my lawyer if I was ever in trouble. We had a love hate relationship but we were just friends and still are. A few years before we graduated, my father approached her with an idea to start a company in conjunction with him for corporate mergers. Of course she said yes, especially since it was in her hometown. A year later, my father passed away and I kept the agreement with Julia to become partners but I was in a bad place and she helped me out of it. I started making bad decisions and lashing out, drinking and partying too much that my job was on the line. If it weren’t for her, I would have been dead by now.”

I was glad that he told me about their friendship but that didn’t explain the biggest fear of all, what if there was something more that was always there. What if they just hid their feelings for one another and now that he was there helping her heal, she would tell him how she always felt and he would leave me for her? I didn’t think I could go through that again and I was about to speak when he started talking again.

“Julia is just a friend, nothing more. I know you don’t believe it because you haven’t met her but I can assure you, I am not her type.”

“You don’t know that.” I said in a shy, sad tone.

“Julia’s gay.”

The awkward silence between us turned into embarrassment as I face-palmed myself. Hearing me smack my forehead he began laughing.

“It’s not funny. How was I supposed to know this potentially gorgeous women you work with likes other women when I’ve never even met her?” My embarrassment turned to anger that he was now laughing at my predicament.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I swear and I’m hurt that you would think I would cheat on you.”

Now I felt bad for assuming that he would do something like that when all he had ever been was truthful with me from the very beginning and here I was lying to him about who I was and what I was doing behind his back.

“I didn’t mean anything…”

“I know; I was just messing with you. The truth is, I should have told you about her before I left and then you wouldn’t have felt jealous about me being here taking care of her. I would have done the same thing if this was you.”

“You are such a great man, Ethan.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“No, you are. You’ve done nothing but be supportive of me and truthful and I’ve just been a mess here thinking the worst of you. I haven’t had the best relationships and I tend to shut people out sometimes but I want this to work between us.”

“I like you, Brittany and I will try to get home as soon as I can.”

I hung up just as I pulled into the parking lot of the club and got out to meet Mistress at the door. No one was here at this time so we could have the entire place to ourselves. I had only ever been to her office, the locker room and her playroom so I was curious where this mysterious room was that she mentioned on the phone.

Once we were inside, she led me down a hall that I hadn’t noticed before to a solid metal door. My nerves stirred inside my belly at the thought of something sinister behind it. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open letting the cold air hit my face, making me shiver as she pushed me inside. It was dark, way darker than any other room here but it had almost a homey feel to it. I heard her click a button and the room began to glow a soft white from the lights that illuminated from around the baseboards.

“This is what we call the chamber. When someone requires a certain type of training, we bring them here. The relaxing atmosphere is designed to bring the person to a sated state of mind and keep them calm, before all hell breaks loose. They cringe thinking about coming here, yet they can’t turn away once the door closes. It’s like a drug, it’s bad for you but it makes you feel so damn good.”

I bit my lip as I looked around the room at the peculiar items lining the walls. Chains hanging from the ceiling, ropes coiled up and placed on hooks attached to the wall, several different lengths and types of whips laid across a wooden bar and a humungous four-poster bed that seemed out of place in this scary room.

“Take off all your clothes and kneel in position.” She said before walking out the room and shutting the door behind her.

Slipping off my shirt, I threw it on the bench in the corner followed by my pants and undergarments. I knelt on the red dot in the center of the room and faced away from the door. A few minutes later, the door opened and the familiar sound of heels clicking against the floor drummed in my ears.

"You don't want to feel turned on by what I do to you for one of two reasons. Either you think it's wrong to be turned on by another woman or you think what we're doing is cheating. I can assure you, neither of these assumptions are true. You asked me to train you and that is what I am doing but I need to treat you as my personal sub to get you to be someone else's"

Taking in a deep breath, I thought about what she said and I knew she was right. There was no way she had any feelings for me and I definitely didn't feel anything for her. So why was this so hard for me to grasp?

"Stand up and walk over to the wall. When you get a foot away from it, stop and lean forward, placing your hands in front of you to hold you up. Spread your legs shoulder length apart and close your eyes."

Going forward, I did as she said and remained in this position until she walked up behind me. She ran her hands up and down the back of my thighs tickling my skin and making goosebumps appear all over my body. I tensed as she traveled further over my ass and her fingertips landed on the small of my back.

"Breathe, Britt. Let it happen."

My breaths quickened as she continued up my spine and finally stopped just above my shoulder blade. With her other hand she drug a feather up my other leg, taking the same route as her hand but instead of stopping at my back she ran it around my belly and in between my legs.

I held my breath and tried to remain as still as possible while squeezing my eyes tightly trying to envision Ethan in her place. She circled the tip around my sensitive clit making my body betray me as wetness began to leak from my desperate pussy.

While slowly stroking my clit with the feather, she reached around with her other hand and gripped my jaw, pulling my head towards her face and whispered into my ear "Let it out, Britt."





Now she thinks it was a bad decision to book a flight to Sweden just to check up on Ethan. Thankfully he told her why he and Julia are so close, otherwise she would have gone over there and done something she would regret.

Poor Britt, I would have loved to have seen her face when he told her why Julia and he wouldn't be a good fit. She must have been as red as a tomato.

Mistress must really like Britt or she just really wants Zeus to get back in the game. Why else would she have given her so many chances at this? Do you think Britt will surrender to the feather or will her hesitations about it being at the hands of Mistress keep her from her release?

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