“A House of Colours” Part 9 – Afternoon Lap

Mid-Sunday morning in the house. Laying on their backs looking at the few clouds in the sky, the three girls heard the familiar sound of the Goddess’ bell. Helping each other up, they skipped playfully down the inclined garden together, arriving at the deck and simultaneously kneeling before the waiting woman who stood smiling as she held two leashes in her outstretched hands. She was dressed as usual in an all-white flowing gown, finished with matching heels and elbow-length lace gloves.

“Red, your Mistress is waiting for you in the library.” She spoke with her usual softness. “Go on, don’t keep her waiting.”

“Yes Goddess. Thank you Goddess,” the girl answered, and headed off to the library to find her Mistress. Glancing back on entering the house, she paused to watch as the leashes were lovingly attached to each of the girls’ collars.

As she approached the library, Red checked her hair in one of the grand hallway mirrors, adjusting what she could and carefully straightening the wisp of material that circled her neck. She desperately wanted to look her best. That morning, Red had participated fully with the Sunday ritual, receiving her morning kisses from both Mistresses as she helped Dark and White deliver breakfast. She thought about how welcoming the girls had been when she joined them in the bathroom to get ready, quietly observing their morning ritual of dressing each other in their signature adornments of gag and blindfold.

Sunday attire, as it turned out, was quite minimal. the girls had put on the smallest of thongs and respectively-coloured cut pieces of silk scarf tied around their necks beneath their collars then draped into large flouncy bows that barely covered their chests. Clearly, the main thing on show today was skin. Given a choice by the girls, Red had borrowed one of Black’s silks to wear, hoping that it would please her Mistress more than a white one would.

On entering the library, she saw her Mistress sitting in a chair by the fire place, spectacled eyes down, reading a book. As Red approached, she bowed her head and instinctively knelt beside the chair. Head down, her eyes locked on to the leather heeled boots of her Mistress beside her – the room completely still and silent except for the occasional crinkling sound as a page was turned. She longed to be nestled on the lap and wrapped in the arms of her Mistress, but slowly Red realized that just being alone in a room with this woman was, in and of itself, a precious moment. She recalled her conversation with Saffron the previous day in this exact same spot. Yet despite the same surroundings, she felt differently in her Mistress’ presence. There was a constant, palpable anticipation of what may be said or done that simply made her heart flutter.

After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, the Mistress finally stood, striding over to the wall of books and carefully placing back the volume she had been reading. She turned to face Red, positioned humbly on the floor next to the chair. “Eyes up little one, let me see you,” she barked as she walked back and crouched beside the girl. Red looked up in an intoxicating mix of fear and adoration. She was still getting used to the ferocity of how her Mistress spoke sometimes. Trying to control her breathing, Red could feel her pulse racing as the woman’s fingers clawed into her hair and gripped firmly, tilting the girl’s head sideways. Raven’s other hand slowly traced along the black silk scarf draped down the Red’s chest. “Black certainly DOES suit you little one,” she hissed into the girl’s ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck rise to attention.

Like a predator toying with its prey, the woman looked deep into Red’s welling eyes. Her head slowly shifted from side to side, her cold and emotionless gaze piercing and intimidating the girl who loved every second. Red stared back forlornly into those deep dark brown pools, feeling the intrusion into her mind until the woman spoke. “What is it you want to ask me little one?” Red swallowed hard. She wasn’t expecting such an invitation. Was this perhaps some sort of test?

“N-n-nothing my Mistress,” was her initial response, to which the Mistress flicked her head sternly from one side to the other. “We both know that’s a lie little one.” Red tightened her lips and momentarily broke off her gaze. “Eyes back,” the Mistress quickly snarled. The girl obeyed, realising that the conversation with the Goddess the day before had probably been discussed. But she was at a loss for what to say.

“Tell me little one, who is your one true Mistress?” The girl didn’t hesitate with her answer. “YOU are my Mistress!” Raven thoughtfully nodded. “And who is MY pet?” Red’s face beamed with pride as she purred, “I am, Mistress.” A sly smile spread across the woman’s face. “And who else is my pet?” Red was hesitant to respond, despite knowing the correct reply. “Dark is your pet too, Mistress.” Raven slowly tilted her head as her smile transformed into a bemused expression. “Hmm, I see. But, I wasn’t the one who brought Dark to this house, so what makes you think that?” Red recalled their conversation in the shower the previous day, and despite her confusion decided that answering as honestly and forthrightly as she could would be the best course of action. “Well, I umm, I just assumed that with the colours and all, that well…” She knelt there desperately as her mind spun,, wondering if she was being played with. Was this all some game to test her, to teach her?

Raven furrowed her brow and slowly nodded. “You assumed.” She spoke like a teacher, unhappy with her pupil. “Assumptions are dangerous things to make little one. Making assumptions simply means believing things are a certain way, with little or no evidence to support those beliefs. When those boys in the bowling alley saw you, they assumed you’d be interested in them, didn’t they?” Red nodded. “But if those boys knew that you had just left a known lesbian bar, they might have thought differently. Saffron told you of the existence of other houses, didn’t she?” Blushing hard and trying not to look down, the girl replied. “Yes Mistress…she did.” Raven took a deep breath before continuing. “There are times when a typical family tries desperately to fit into what Society dictates it should look like, but there are always exceptions to the norm. In this house in many ways we are the exception to the exception. The way of life we choose to follow here is our own. No rules, simply guidelines, understanding and agreements based on open communication between all parties. Everyone in this house understands the relationship and boundaries in relation to everyone else. But I fear from the puzzled look on your face I have already said enough.”

“I just…well…I just don’t know what to think in my mind,” Red pleaded. Raven sighed in response. “Then unlearn what you THINK you have learned little one. Stop thinking with your mind, and listen to your heart.” Suddenly, Red began to understand. She had indeed assumed too much. This house may be one of many, but even within its confines there was individuality.

“Come on. Let’s get a drink from the kitchen, my pet.” Raven held out her hand and lovingly helped Red to her feet. Looking down at the girl, she gripped hold of the tie around her neck and pulled her close for a passionate kiss on the lips. Sliding one hand onto Red’s right breast, she used her finger and thumb to pinch and release repeatedly, making the girl’s entire body spasm as they kissed. The longer the kiss, the more pain was inflicted on the girl causing her to gasp and whimper in a muffled way as her Mistress’ tongue roamed her jaw feverishly.

Eventually, Raven broke off the kiss and stared into Red’s eyes as she repeated the pinching and releasing, each time savouring the way the girl would wince but fight against the pain. Finally, she lowered her lips to the now crimson nipple, positioning them over it as she roughly swirled her tongue around it, all the while peering up to watch the reaction on her prey’s face. Raising her head back up above the girl’s, Raven smiled proudly. “You DO impress me, little one.” And with that, she clamped her thumb and finger once again onto the girl’s right nipple and tugged suggestively. “Who needs a leash,” she chuckled as the two women proceeded to walk out of the library, the small girl scampering along, being led by the tight grip on her now sensitive body part. Slowly, the climbed the stairs. Red clambered to keep close enough to her Mistress that it wouldn’t hurt, but it was no use. She bit her lip hard to hide the intensity of the pain.

As they neared the living room Red could hear screams emanating from the garden, pleasurable and intense ones she realized, as her Mistress led her towards the back door. Stepping out onto the deck, she saw Dark laying backwards over the lap of the Goddess who was frantically pleasuring the girl, her black silk scarf laying across her chest as her thong dangled from her left ankle. White, perched on the bench seat across from the pair, sat watching in her self-imposed silence. A tumultuous scream filled the air as the blindfolded girl’s body began convulsing, waves of pleasure flowing from her core to every extremity. Her orgasm slowly subsiding, Dark lay trembling across Saffron’s lap, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Raven turned to Red and raised her eyebrows just as she twisted and released the girl nipple one final time, causing her to wince. “A regular game,” she stated. “How did my little precious pet do today,” she asked. White flashed up ten fingers, followed quickly by five more. “Fifteen minutes? Very well done, Dark. Red, would you like a turn?”

The girl looked wide-eyed at her Mistress. “Me Mistress?” Raven merely nodded back. “I mean yes, Mistress, if that’s what you want. Thank you Mistress.” The girl edge over toward the seated Goddess and felt her stomach flip a somersault as Dark made way for her. Heaving herself to her feet, Dark pulled up her thong and walked over to join White on the bench seat as the two excitedly prepared to watch the scene unfold.

Awkwardly, Red perched herself on the lap of the Goddess, who instinctively placed a hand behind the girl’s neck and shoulders, lowering her backwards and letting her other hand rest softly on Red’s thighs. Saffron made eye contact with the nervous girl and winked wickedly. Red realised that she was about to see a different side of the Goddess, one she hadn’t yet seen since entering the house. She was about to experience one of her fantasies, with only the second woman who had ever touched her sexually.

As Raven took a seat in the chair opposite her, Red felt a creeping nervous excitement taking hold. Since that time in the hotel lift with her Mistress, images of ‘performing’ in front of an audience, or at least getting caught in an embarrassing position, had begun to invade her fantasies. But there was no time to dwell on those thoughts as Saffron’s fingers slid across to her sex, coming to rest on the outside of her cotton thong.

“It’s quite simple little one,” Raven spoke sternly, “you may not let yourself go until I give you permission.” Red turned to look at her Mistress, and answered as calmly and as confidently as she could. “Yes, Mistress.” With her instructions imparted, Raven gave a simple nod of her head and immediately the Goddess’ fingers began to stroke the girl’s inner thigh, catching her by surprise and eliciting an audible gasp. “Just relax Red.” The woman spoke as soothingly as ever, almost hypnotically, causing the girl to lay her head back and let the moment take her.

Concentrating on her breathing, Red savoured each moment: the fingers pushing aside her tiny undergarment; the first touch of that delicate hand to her moistened lips; and the long slow strokes followed by the intrusion into her. Her senses heightened, she was acutely aware of the three sets of eyes watching her progress. The more she thought of where she was, who was watching, the more she found it harder to hold herself back from the edge, as feelings began to surge and her breathing became quicker and shallower. She opened her eyes, looking up first to the gorgeous creature giving her pleasure, then across to her audience and finally letting her gaze settle onto her beloved Mistress. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the smartest tactic for someone trying to keep her orgasm at bay.

The look in her Mistress’ wide eyes staring back – a mix of lust, excitement and possessiveness – quickly started pushing Red over the edge. “Mistress,” she cried out like a question. “Not yet little one,” was the stern reply. “I’m sorry Mistress,” the girl screamed, powerless to stop in inevitable. Heat bloomed inside of her, and Red arched her back hard, toes reflexively curling up as the wave began to crash over her. “Not yet!” screamed her Mistress again, now standing directly over the girl and glaring as the Goddess’ fingers feverishly triggered feelings inside Red’s sex that the girl hadn’t known even existed. Tears began to well in the girl’s eyes as she gave in to the ecstasy, her whole body writhing in release until eventually calming to a tremble. As she slowly came to her senses, the intense pain of disappointing her Mistress registered in Red’s brain and the girl broke down in wracking sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks, hands trying to cover her face as she repeated her apology from before over and over “I’m sorry Mistress. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Ten minutes, little one,” the Mistress coldly informed her. “We have a LOT of work to do on improving that,” she scolded in a disapproving manner. The Goddess helped lift the girl upright, gently and soothingly patting her back. “It’s okay, Red. Given the circumstances, don’t worry about her.”

“Pah!” The Mistress agitatedly turned on her heel and took to her seat once again. “White, come here! Let’s show her how it’s done shall we?” The gagged girl excitedly leaped up, having seen her two friends before her, and patiently hoping for a turn. The secretly competitive White scurried over and perched herself across the Mistress’ lap. “Lets make this more challenging White. We’ll leave the gag in, and how about you flip yourself onto your front.” The girl glanced at Raven and raised her eyebrows, before turning around and bending over at the waist, leaning herself over the woman’s thighs.

Red, still recovering, moved herself to join Dark on the bench. “Are you ready White,” the Mistress asked softly as she circled the palm of her hand on the girls bare cheeks. White quickly glanced up at Raven and nodded, then turned her gaze back ahead of her, looking directly at Dark and Red. “Dark, you may remove your blindfold if you wish.” Filled with intense curiosity, the girl slid the material up onto her forehead to watch events unfold.

*SMACK* Unexpected, and out of nowhere, the Mistress struck the girl’s rump so hard that the two observers jolted themselves on contact as much as White herself did. Again SMACK “Such a naughty girl, aren’t you White?” Red searched her mind for motive to the moment, as the Mistress struck for a third time making White’s eyes well up as the sting intensified. Red recalled how her Mistress had bristled in that instant when she saw a white leash attached to Red’s collar. Perhaps this was a moment for the dark Mistress to get one over on the more laid-back white Mistress. With one final SMACK the Mistress tugged aside White’s thong and roughly pushed apart the girl’s legs, granting her access. Swallowing heavily, White’s breathing became more laboured, restricted through her noise only. Her eyes, locked onto Dark and Red, betrayed the intense pleasure as fingers behind her teased and stroked, making her jolt like a marionette as certain buttons were pushed.

Red found the next few moments excruciating! Previously, she had only heard another sub in the hands of her Mistress. But now, to witness it, was practically unbearable as an intense jealousy she had never before experienced took hold of the girl. Even though she had herself been satisfied at the hands of the Goddess, seeing another girl writhing in pleasure across her Mistress’ knees was too much and she quickly looked away. Raven had been watching Red’s reaction out of the corner of her eye and smiled wryly when she saw the response she had hoped for. “Don’t you DARE look away, little one. You watch and learn how a GOOD girl behaves,” she growled.

As Red reluctantly turned back, she saw that White’s jaw was dripping with saliva, her teeth gripping onto the ball of her gag were quite possibly helping her endure the frenetic assault of the Mistress’ fingers pleasuring her from behind. In between long periods of closing her eyes, White would look over to Dark, seeming to silently communicate. “Ten minutes,” spoke Saffron. And the Mistress kept on, relentlessly making the wriggling girl jolt and buck on her lap.

Agony appeared in White’s eyes, as tears leaked down her cheeks. The girls could see from their vantage point the beads of sweat appearing on White’s brow as she was relentless worked over. By this time, her breathing had become laboured and heavy. Red couldn’t help thinking that the gag had to be a hindrance. “Fifteen minutes,” Saffron called out. “I think that’s enough,” she said to her counterpart. “Not yet,” was the dark Mistress’ stern reply.

White had pure agony in her eyes, but she was determined to show her dedication: pulling at her own hair; not moving her hands from her head as she moaned through her gag; and biting down hard as her eyes streamed, trying to stay in control of the heat burning inside her.
Saffron spoke again. “I think that’s enough, my dear!” But again she was ignored. Another two minutes passed. By this time, the little bit of mascara White wore was making her tears run black down her cheeks. Red was amazed at the sheer determination in this sweet girl’s eyes.

Saffron stood up. “Raven, that’s enough!!!” She spoke sharply and assertively. It was the loudest Red had heard her all weekend. The dark Mistress glared at her counterpart, then back to the girl on her lap. “Cum now for your Mistress’ pleasure,” she almost whispered. White closed her eyes on hearing those words, and almost instantly her body began convulsing, legs spasming. A total feeling of release was evident on her face as she looked one final time to the girls sitting opposite her. After the moment passed, her head dropped over the Mistress’ knees and her body wet limp.”Dark, will you please assist White,” Raven asked in a very matter of fact way. Dark rose to White’s side and helped her over to the bench next to Red, who quickly reached to fetch White a drink from the table.

“Remove her gag please, Dark” Saffron quickly added. The girl did so, allowing White to finally gasp freely. Now unrestricted, the first thing she did was not to drink, but to turn back to look lovingly at Raven and Saffron. “Th-thank you Mistresses,” she managed to get out while panting for air. She then reached for the glass from Red and gulped down the fluid.

“I think for that performance, you may choose dinner not make it, my dear.” White looked over at Saffron. “Thank you my Mistress.” She spoke more calmly now and bowed her head. Red glanced at Raven, whose face was still one of deviant pleasure. She made eye contact in return and raised one eyebrow to her. Red felt a real part of this moment, a bizarre one, but nevertheless she felt a part of it. Soon, however, that clawing thought…that the sand was rapidly running out of the weekend hourglass, began pushing their way forwards from the back of her mind. For the first time all weekend, she thought of work and the dreadful reality of having to leave the house.