Jeri blinked.

She stared at the ceiling without seeing it, fully preoccupied with the dream and all the things she understood now because of it. She was a lesbian. She was into bondage and discipline. She was in love with Alexis Mandor....

Memories of what she’d been doing before the dream started coming back to her. She winced as she remembered trying to steal Mandotek secrets. That wasn’t exactly a good start for ingratiating herself to the company’s CEO and getting into her bed. She had to find some way to talk to Alexis and offer herself to her.

Trying to think of some way to do that, she sat up and looked around. She was lying on a cot in a small room. Next to the door was a wall-mounted intercom with a sign reading “Press button to speak to guard on duty.”

This was some kind of prison, then. She remembered trying to steal the files, but not actually getting away with them. She must have gotten caught and locked up here. Alexis would be angry with her. That was bad. Maybe she could please her enough to be forgiven.

The door opened.

Alexis Mandor walked in.

“Hello, Jeri. It was very naughty of you to trespass on my property and try to steal valuable company data.” She smiled. “Fortunately for you, I have a forgiving nature... if you’re willing to earn forgiveness.”

She moaned. Everything was going to work out.

Maybe she was still dreaming. Everything felt too real to be a dream, though. She could read the sign. She remembered something about not being able to read in a dream. She didn’t remember ever being able to read in her dreams.

It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Mistress was here for her.

Alexis slipped off the robe she was wearing, revealing a sheer demibra, an equally sheer thong, and shiny black high-heeled knee boots. “What are you willing to do to earn my forgiveness?”

"Whatever you want, Mistress!"

“That’s just the attitude I was hoping for!” She reached out and made a beckoning gesture. “Now, kneel down and lick my boots!”

Immediately, Jeri scrambled off the bed, landing on the floor, got on her knees, and moved to comply.

“Very good, darling.” Jeri continued licking the black leather for another minute or two. “Now, do the ankles and then start working your way up the shins.”

Obediently, she licked her way upward, shifting from left to right, moving a bit higher at each switch.

“Very good, Jeri!” Alexis bent down to place a finger under the kneeling woman’s chin to direct her gaze upward.

“Now, lick my thong.”

Jeri stretched and settled into position to do so.

“Be sure to wipe off every part of your tongue, the bottom, too. I know where it’s been.”

Judging from the faint taste of fresh polish and oil soap, the boots had just been thoroughly cleaned. Of course they had, if this was leading where Jeri knew it was leading.

That didn’t matter. What mattered was obedience to Mistress.

She ran her tongue over the silk triangle, up and down and back and forth. She rubbed the sides of her tongue against the material and curled her tongue upwards to stroke the underside against it. She could smell and taste Mistress’s wetness as it soaked through the thong.

Alexis squirmed as the tongue strokes pressed through the thin fabric.

“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed as she squirmed. “Now that your tongue is nice and clean, I want you to grab  the thong in your teeth and pull it down.”

Jeri obeyed.

“Now, put that nice clean tongue to work!”

Before Jeri could move to obey, hands seized the sides of her head and pressing her face into the other woman’s crotch. She vaguely remembered kicking a guy out of her bedroom for doing that during a blowjob, but she didn’t mind it now. It was Mistress’s due to be serviced whatever way Mistress liked.

She leaned in, thrusting her tongue, probing for Mistress’s clit. She found it, and almost lost it again when Mistress twitched and suddenly tightened her grip. She took a deep musky breath and leaned in, bracing herself to keep the tip of her tongue on target.

“Is this really your first time with another woman?”

Unable to speak at the moment, Jeri gave an affirmative-sounding mumble.

“Well, then, you must be a natural-born cunt-slurping dyke!” She shuddered, and Jeri probed with her tongue until she got it back into position. “If this is how well you do your very first time, I can hardly wait to see good it’s going to be once you’ve had some practice... and you will be getting a lot of practice....”

Jeri sighed. She hoped Mistress heard and understood how much she loved that idea, and her.

“Faster... harder...” The gasping voice told Jeri she was very close to giving Mistress the pleasure she demanded and deserved. She thrust her tongue as far as it would go, in and out, tightening her grip on Mistress’s thighs to hang on as her hips began to buck into her.

“Ooooooohhhhhh!” She could tell that Mistress just needed one more push to tip her over the edge. She slowly drew back her tongue, and then thrust it in as fast as she could.

The moan turned into a loud scream as Jeri was pushed away by a particularly powerful pelvic thrust. It didn’t matter. Her tongue had done its work.

Alexis took a few deep ragged breaths and began to compose herself. “That was... delightful!” she purred. A bit shakily, she walked over to the bed and sat down. She patted the mattress next to her. Jeri took the hint and sat next to het.

“I think you’ve earned forgiveness for trying to rob me,” Alexis deadpanned. “However, that sort of thing cannot continue.”

Jeri nodded.

“I propose that you give up your life of petty crime and accept a position as my personal assistant.” Her hand settled onto Jeri’s thigh. “My very personal assistant.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“I thought you’d see it my way.” Her hand slid up toward Jeri’s crotch. “Now, before we adjourn to my office and get the paperwork squared away, there’s one more thing.” A fingertip moved toward Jeri’s pussy.

Interpreting this as her cue, Jeri moved her own hand to Alexis’s crotch.

“No, no,” Alexis responded, using her other hand to move Jeri’s away. “You’ve already satisfied me. It’s your turn to be satisfied...”

Her fingertip lightly brushed Jeri’s bush and began tickling it. It took a half-dozen slow strokes for Jeri to notice that each touch was just slightly closer to her opening.

Alexis chuckled. “...eventually.”