Taryn smiled and sat down beside Kimberly. She leaned back and placed her arm casually on the couch behind her. Her hand grazed Kimberly's neck. Seeming startled, Kimberly leaned forward so Taryn's hand was no longer touching her. Taryn smiled and moved her hand away. "Did you read the literature Taylor gave you?" she asked.
"Yes, I looked it over," Kimberly replied. She squirmed uneasily in her seat, wishing Taryn wasn't sitting quite so close.
Feeling very mischievous with her nervous guest, Taryn set her drink on the table beside her. She leaned forward and placed her hand on Kimberly's knee. "Well, what do you think?" she asked.
Kimberly found her discomfort fading, replaced with a strange sense of excitement and curiosity. "I might be interested," she said.
"Of course, it would help if you could provide me with more information as to what services you offer."
Taryn laughed. "Better still, I'll show you around after dinner," she said. "This is where most of our excursions take place. There's really a lot to see if you have time," she added, smiling suggestively.
"Okay," Kimberly agreed. Although she felt uneasy, her curiosity was piqued enough to make her want to stay and learn more.
Taryn noticed the change. As she'd hoped, Kimberly Justin's curiosity had gotten the better of her. Fortunately, dinner was announced before she had time to change her mind. "Shall we?"
Taryn asked, motioning toward the dining room. She stood and offered Kimberly her hand.
Kimberly trembled when Taryn touched her. She felt an unexplainable weakness and trembling in her legs. As if sensing her weakness, Taryn drew her very close. Kimberly's heart was racing as she breathed the fragrance of her host's perfume. Taryn's face was so perfect and her body so beautiful, Kimberly could not remove her eyes from her.
Likewise, Taryn's senses were so focused on Kimberly, she anticipated her every need. There was warmth radiating from her body. Faintly scented with the female pheromone, it gave hint of the wetness forming between her legs. Taryn moved her hand so that her fingers were resting against Kimberly's breast. When there was no protest, she casually moved her arm and brushed her finger over the nipple. "Sorry," she said, smiling apologetically at Kimberly.
Although relieved to learn the touch was accidental, Kimberly felt dizzy nonetheless. The excitement, the confusion, and the alcohol made everything seem overwhelming at this point. Images from the two women in the video appeared in her thoughts once more.
Unguarded for a moment, she looked at Taryn and wondered what her sexual preferences might be.
As they approached the table, Kimberly found herself not wanting to separate from the woman beside her. As Taryn withdrew her arm, Kimberly felt her long fingers brushing ever so lightly over her nipple
– there for a moment, then gone. She wondered if the caress was intentional this time. For a fleeting moment she also wondered how it would feel if Taryn suckled her breasts. They still ached for release, Mark having never given it to her last evening.
Taryn watched Kimberly very carefully, wondering what thoughts were going through her mind right now. She pulled out a chair and waited for her to sit down.
Shaking her head in an effort to rid herself of her wayward thoughts, Kimberly smiled and took the chair Taryn offered. This evening was making less and less sense. As Taryn proceeded to the other side of the table, Kimberly looked about the room. It was very austere in comparison to what she'd seen thus far. Standing by the table was a woman clad in a maid's uniform. She pulled the chair out for Taryn, bowing to her once she was seated.
Kimberly noticed a band of black velvet encircling the woman's neck. There were five diamonds embedded in the front. When she turned to walk away, Kimberly also noticed that she was shackled. A chain consisting of five links was attached to her ankles. The bands around her ankles were also circles of velvet, each embedded with five diamonds. Something magical about the number five? Kimberly also wondered at the restraints, thinking how easy it would be for the woman to tear loose. Yet, she hobbled as if irrefutably fettered to her chains. Knowing of course that this woman was probably an actress and this was her costume, Kimberly tried to dismiss her thoughts. She recalled as a child being told she had an overactive imagination.
Perhaps her parents were right.
Taryn smiled with amusement as she watched Kimberly's changing expressions. One moment she appeared shocked and the next moment she was smiling as though she'd just caught the punch line to some macabre joke. Taryn decided to heighten the suspense a little. "Are you forgetting something?" she asked the maid.
Acting as a humble servant to her mistress, the woman knelt on the floor in front of Taryn. She bowed her head and stared at Taryn's feet.
"Will there be anything else, Miss Williams?" she whispered.
Kimberly watched the woman. She seemed to be trembling with fear, her hands visibly shaking where they rested on her thighs. The light from the chandelier caught one of the diamond's natural prisms.
It seemed odd to see such jewels on a servant. However, this was all fantasy; therefore, anything and everything was possible.
Taryn lifted her foot and placed it on the maid's left thigh. "Jill, I've a spot on my shoe. Will you clean it for me?" she asked very politely.
Aghast for a moment, Kimberly watched speechlessly as Jill bent and licked Taryn's shoe. She seemed eager, offering tiny sighs of pleasure as she licked the dark leather that encased Taryn's foot.
When Kimberly looked up, she saw that Taryn was staring at her.
When their gazes met, she did not flinch, nor did she falter. She smiled and removed her foot from Jill's thigh. "Would you like your reward now?" she asked.
Jill's lips quivered. She hesitated for a moment despite knowing that hesitation was not allowed. It was only seconds before she felt the sharp sting of Taryn's hand against her cheek. Hurriedly, she scrambled to her feet. "Yes, please," she whispered. "What do you wish me to bring?"
Taryn smiled at the young woman, acting as though this was nothing out of the ordinary. "My favorite whip," she told her. "I want this to be very special for you."
Jill raised her head slightly and glanced quickly at Kimberly.
Kimberly was certain she saw excitement in Jill's crystal blue eyes.
Jill hurried to the closet. She was panting and her lips were wet with excitement. She knew Taryn might notice the wetness between her legs but she could not contain her arousal. Opening the closet door, she looked over Taryn's prized possessions. The favored whip was hanging on the wall. She ran her fingers lovingly over the penis shaped tip. It seemed to stare at her, taunting her. Leather strands interlaced around a diamond, forming the tip of the penile structure. It was so forbidding, Jill nearly fainted from touching it. "This will be so good," she whispered, reverently kissing the diamond tip. She took it from the wall and hurried back to the dining room. Anxious to feel the leather striking against her skin, Jill was trembling with excitement.
Taryn knew that Jill was excited. Her eyes were twinkling with a wicked gleam as she handed Taryn the whip. "You played with it, didn't you?" Taryn asked her.
Kimberly thought that Jill looked anxious. Her head was bent and her shoulders folded inward, as if trying to hide her excitement from Taryn. Kimberly flinched when the silence was suddenly broken by Taryn's laughter. A deep guttural laugh, it gave a hint of anger and rage and power. Quite unexpectedly, Kimberly felt a tingling between her legs. It charged like a current, every nerve a live wire of excitement. Down both sides of her opening it charged, teasing the outer lips and her clit that was already so swollen she felt it would burst.
Taryn felt that excitement. Combined with Jill's, it proved very stimulating. She needed release. Quickly but calmly, she set about her task.