Kendra grinned down at Emi’s dazed, lazy smile from her position straddling the other woman. “You okay there, sleepyhead?” she asked.

Emi blinked lazily. “I… yeah, I think so. Did I fall asleep or something?”

It was, Kendra always thought, all about the context clues. People would accept just about any implausibility so long as you didn’t explain it to them. You just dropped them a lifebelt of a single clue and moved past it, and before too long they’d accept it for lack of anything better. She bounced herself up and down with her hips, driving her thighs into the other woman’s, experimentally. “You’re comfy,” she said. “I could get used to this.”

“When did you climb on me?”

”Do you want me to climb back off?” Kendra countered. Give the woman a new topic for conversation, but just as importantly, keep her thoughts off the question of what had really happened since Kenda walked into her apartment. A couple more days of this, she knew, and Emi would stop questioning it, the how buried as irrelevant in favour of the new memories they were making.

Kendra didn’t think too much about the awkward questions of the future. In her experienced, hypnotised straights could only keep up with her appetites for half a year or so tops. After that she’d engineer a parting of the ways. There was a butch living downtime who’d often pay to take control of Kendra’s sloppy seconds.

Emi was blushing too much to answer her question. Kendra rocked her hips from side to side. “Just making myself comfortable,” she explained with a grin and a wink. “My ass takes up space. I don’t know if you noticed.”

Emi moaned involuntarily, her eyes flicking down from contact with Kendra’s own to look at her hips. “Uh…”

“Oh, you did?” Kendra grinned. “That’s very flattering. You can touch it, if you want.”

She saw a moment of pure lesbian panic in the other woman’s eyes and had to fight to stop her from moaning herself. There was something so good about building exceptions into a straight’s worldview, she thought.

She’d done it with an ace once, too, but she’d actually felt a little guilty over that. With a straight girl all she was doing was broadening their horizons; with an ace she was turning them against their own preferences, and Kendra had never done it again.

Strange, she thought, where people drew their lines in the sand.

“I - I couldn’t,” Emi managed, just about. There was, of course, no conviction to it.

“Why not?” Kendra asked, grinning wickedly. “Am I against your religious principles?”

“No…”

“Is it just that you’re not sure you can move your hand?” Without waiting for an answer, she took Emi’s arm at the wrist, lifting it from where it rested on the sofa and firmly placing the other woman’s hand on one buttock. “There. I knew you could do it.”

Emi’s fingers tightened for a moment then relaxed, her gaze going far away and glassy. Her hand began to stroke up and down Kendra’s buttock and thigh.

“Told you you’d like it, babe,” Kendra said. “See how right I was?”

“Uh-huh…” Emi’s answer was delivered in almost a singsong cadence. Like touching Kendra’s ass had dropped her back into trance.

That wasn’t typically how it worked, but then, Kendra figured, it might not be trance. It might just be that she couldn’t believe it.

Kendra flicked one elegant fingernail across Emi’s bare nipple and the other woman mewled for a moment. Her hand stiffened against Kendra’s ass, but then settled back to stroking. Her eyes refocused, she looked up at Kendra with a mixture of hurt and excitement. “Having fun?” Kendra teased.

Eyes wide, Emi nodded mutely. Kendra grinned. “If you want to really have fun,” she said, “you’re going to have to learn to use your words and ask for it.” Her eyes sparkling, she decided to make her point completely clear from the off. “Beg for it, I mean.”

She took the hand that was fondling her ass and Emi’s other hand, still lying cowardly on the sofa, too hesitant to join in, and lifted them both up, pinning them against the wall above the sofa, using one hand to restrain them both. “I can see you’re not sure what to think of that idea.”

Emi nodded again, and Kendra watched her swallow with delight. “Well, let’s give you an easy start,” she said. “Would you like me to kiss you?”

That also got a nod as Emi bit her lip. Holding eye contact easily, Kendra shook her head slowly, smiling all the while. “You need to use your words,” Kendra said again. “Come on, Emi, I know you’re smart enough to handle this.”

As she’d expected, that last half-encouraging aside was the thing that galvanised Emi into proving it. A needy tongue flicked out over lips dry with anticipation and excitement. “Please.”

“Please what?” As she asked, she ground her hips down on the woman she straddled, glorying in the way Emi squirmed helplessly under her.

“Please kiss me.”

“Why?”

Emi blinked. “Uh, pardon?”

Kendra giggled. She’d swiftly tell herself it had been a more powerful sounding, authoritative laugh, but it was a delighted, almost dorky giggle.

Rocking her hips from side to side in time with her words, still refusing to break eye contact, she asked again “Why - do - you - want - me - to - kiss - you?” Her eyes were alight with her own desire and the joy she felt in wielding this much power over another person. “Be - specific.”

Emi swallowed again, and was silent for a while, and Kendra simply waited. Just as she’d anticipated, before too much longer Emi spoke up. “I want you to kiss me because I think you’re smoking hot,” she said, rushing the words out as if saying them faster could contain her embarrassment. “And because you’re dominant.”

“Is that right?” Kendra asked, her voice a throaty purr.

Emi nodded, then remembered herself. “Yes,” she said, softly.

“What about me is smoking hot?”

“Your tits are smoking hot,” Emi answered, and this time it came out as less of a rush, less like a guilty secret. She sighed softly, as if finally admitting her desire had done her some good. “Your ass is smoking hot. But…”

“But what?”

“But most of all, I can’t stop thinking about your lips.” Emi wet her own again with her tongue, looking up at the other woman with desire-tinged anxiety. Like there was any chance this wasn’t going to go further if she just did what Kendra was making it clear she wanted. “And… and I want to know how they feel against mine.”

Kendra grinned. She ran the tip of her tongue around her own lips, slowly, for show, feeling Emi squirm underneath her, feeling her trapped wrists twitch too. So much for the near-trancelike motionlessness she’d displayed earlier. The ideas that had been implanted were starting to properly take root now.

She bent her head down slowly and kissed Emi, deep, passionate, letting her own hunger show through, growling into the other woman’s throat and hearing the excited intake of breath that followed. Emi was kissing back a moment later, shedding her hesitation, the desire to know how Kendra’s lips felt being amplified by the suggestion of what a woman’s tongue and hands could do to her.

But Emi was absolutely kissing back. Kendra was in complete control of how deep the kiss could go and when it would end, and just when she judged Emi to be properly relaxing into her new, hypnotically-induced tendencies, she lifted her head, breaking the kiss with confidence. “Was that all you wanted?” she purred.

Emi shook her head. “No, please no,” she answered.

“So what do you want?”

“I… want you,” she said, and her voice was almost a croak. “Please.”

“What about me?” Kendra teased. She let go of Emi’s wrists and sat back on her hips, bringing her hands up to brush her hair back out of her face, arching her back as she did so, and watched how helpless Emi was to stop her eyes from dropping back down to Kendra’s chest. “I need you to be specific, Emi. I told you that.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Emi said, and her voice was so quiet Kendra almost couldn’t make it out, perhaps wouldn’t have been able to if there were more than a handful of likely next sentences for the other woman to attempt.

“Am I your first woman?”

“You will be,” Emi said, and then nervously amended that, “I hope.”

“And you used the word dominant earlier.” By this point Kendra was savouring the progression, as she had several times before. “So I’m guessing you want me to take charge.”

Emi made a strangled squeal of a noise before nodding eagerly. Kendra took a moment to imagine how this must all look from her perspective.

*

There were definitely things going on here that didn’t make sense. Try as she might, though, Emi couldn’t bring herself to care. What was in front of her - who was in front of her - was much more important.

“Well,” she began, “I don’t really know what I’m doing.” She flushed. “I don’t normally… I’m not normally into women.” It was strange, that. Not just how hot she found Kendra (she must have noticed that before, even if she couldn’t really remember it right then) or even the fact she wanted Kendra to dominate her. But this all just felt bewilderingly new.

She’d watched a TikTok a year or two earlier where someone had said they realised they were bi, not straight, in a sudden moment of revelation “like I got hit by a thunderbolt”. But even with that, Emi had sort of had the impression that there’d been feelings before, even if they were only recognisable once you broke through believing you were only going to be attracted to other genders.

And nothing in her previous encounters with Kendra seemed to have the same feeling, even in retrospect.

Maybe it was just that Kendra had clearly decided to show her own desire this time. Emi knew from experience that being wanted could be a powerful aphrodisiac.

And besides, her own self-discovery didn’t have to make sense; it was what it was.

But she couldn’t escape the nagging idea that it would be nice if it did make sense.

“And is that why you want me to take charge?” Kendra asked.

“Yes,” Emi said. And then, blushing furiously, she added “Partly, at least.” God, this was going to be embarrassing to admit, but Emi felt Kendra was quite ruthless enough to withhold her favours unless she got what she wanted.

“Only partly?” Kendra slipped her fingers into Emi’s short crop of hair, closing her grip into a loose fist just at the back of Emi’s head, and tilted her head to one side, tugging just enough for her scalp to ache. “Do tell.”

“I…” Emi swallowed. “I think…”

“I’m waiting.” Kendra’s purr was sweetness herself but the light in her eyes told a different story.

“I think I need a dominant girlfriend.”

Kendra bit her lip, and Emi had a sudden sense that the other woman was trying to contain a reaction that seemed simply out of all proportion. Like there was more to this than made sense.

After Kendra had a moment to compose herself, she said “Are you asking to date me?”

“I…” Emi’s head was spinning, and it didn’t help that it would be so easy to zone out and just watch those lips she couldn’t stop thinking about move, without thinking about what she was saying. This was all going so fast, and she couldn’t seem to keep up for the life of her. “I don’t know,” she said in the end, feeling small and helpless against a force of nature.

She waited to see if that answer would have displeased Kendra.

“I can work with that,” the woman said, and she kissed Emi again, long and slow, taking her time, this time controlling almost everything about how Emi kissed back by virtue of the hand in Emi’s hair.

At length Kendra broke the kiss again and shifted her weight, lifting one leg free from over Emi and rolling down to sit on the sofa. “Stand up,” Kendra told her. Trembling with excitement and nervousness, Emi did as she was told.

When had her top been pulled down? What had happened to her bra?

Really these were daft questions - it must have happened while they’d been kissing, she’d never have stood for it if she hadn’t been so powerfully distracted - but she was almost sure she remembered already being exposed before the kiss, even though that made no sense.

She stood in front of the sofa, looking awkwardly down at her… what? Not girlfriend, not yet, surely not yet. Was it fair to think of her already as a lover?

Kendra was Pete’s friend. Emi had written off that part of her life as no longer relevant; still she felt a twinge of guilt at the idea of her next lover being one of his friends.

Ridiculous, of course. She’d always thought it was bizarre when people expressed guilt after falling for a friend of a former partner, if they did so once the first relationship was dead and buried. It wasn’t really Emi thinking that, she told herself; it was a vague idea that society had sort of impressed upon her.

She was conscious of being backlit by her game. Somehow she didn’t think it was getting any more play that night.

How quickly her thoughts were jumping from one topic to another. Focusing just wasn’t happening.

She was too caught up in what was happening to her, she thought. That seemed likely.

“Take your top all the way off,” Kendra said.

Biting her lip, Emi did as she was told. She discarded her bra as an afterthought, wondering what the woman on her sofa thought of what she saw.

Emi was confident she had a good body. She’d been complimented on it often enough, had over the past few years steadily adjusted her fitness regime and her diet with a goal to look as good as she could in her own opinion. Her body, she thought, had been one of the biggest things that had made Pete fight for her in the last few weeks of their relationship.

But it mattered more now. Kendra was smoking hot, she had an amazing ass, her tits were fantastic, Emi couldn’t stop thinking about her lips.

Emi wasn’t sure she measured up to that.

“Why don’t you lose the pants, too?” Kendra asked. Emi gasped. “Oh, perhaps I said that wrong,” Kendra continued. “Lose the pants.”

Emi’s hands shook as she unbuckled her belt and wriggled free of her pants, pushing them down to her knees where she could successfully step onto and then out of them, turning them inside out on the floor.

She wasn’t a fan of that process, always thought it looked kinda bad when it came up in movies or the occasional porn she indulged in. And it was somehow worse anyway when there was someone else in the room who you were interested in and who was interested in you. Really, they should be involved, in Emi’s opinion.

She stood there in her panties and the fluffy woollen socks she preferred at home and wondered again how she had come to this.

Kendra grinned slowly. “I don’t mind telling you, I like what I see,” she said. “Have you ever eaten pussy before?”

“No,” Emi answered, and somehow it felt like the wrong answer. Not because it might disappoint Kendra. But again it felt so strange that she was so wildly interested in this woman, today, when she hadn’t been interested in her before, nor in any woman enough to go down on them or have a woman go down on her.

“Perhaps I won’t start with that, then,” Kendra said, and stood up. “Lead me to the bedroom.”

“Sure.” Emi smiled at that, feeling immediately on more solid ground.

They left the glowing video game screen and most of Emi’s clothes behind and went upstairs, and Emi couldn’t help herself hurrying.

*

It was everything she couldn’t have dreamed it would be. Lovers she’d taken in the past had taught her new tricks; Pete hadn’t been bad, and nobody knew her needs better than herself. But there was something different about the way Kendra went about things, or perhaps there was simply something different in herself, and Emi found her capacity for pleasure pushed to new limits, over and over again, until it mingled with an aching pain that seemed to make it all the sweeter. And every time, afterward, Kendra would laugh, and she’d say “What a horny little slut you are,” and it would thrill through Emi as her lover seemed to say just what Emi herself was thinking. She was a needy little ball of lust and she didn’t know why.

In due time, Kendra’s fingers stopped doing their magical work. Emi’s hips were still writhing around them and it took her a few moments to realise that the expert had stopped doing her work.

It turned out she was not too far gone to care completely. She hesitated, but rather than continue to hump against her lover’s hand she brought herself to a stop, opening her eyes and looking up uncertainly.

Kendra smiled down on her. “It’s going to be your turn soon,” she said. “But I have a treat first. Close your eyes and open wide.”

Emi did as she was told, and Kendra’s fingers slid out of her wet pussy to slide in turn into Emi’s open mouth. “Lick me clean,” Kendra said, and it was as much an order as the commands to undress downstairs had been. She meekly closed her mouth around the fingers and began to slurp her own juices from them. They tasted different on the fingers of another woman.

Kendra slowly drew her fingers out from Emi’s mouth and made a big show of examining them. “Yes, that’s a good job,” she said. “Well done.”

Emi glowed. Praise from this woman was somehow more valuable.

She had been right. She did need a dominant girlfriend.

Kendra still hadn’t confirmed whether or not that was going to happen.

“Thank you,” she said meekly, her voice small.

“I was going to give you your first lesson in pussy eating straight away,” Kendra said, leaning off the side of the bed to grab her pants from the floor. She dug in a pocket for her phone. “But how about we order pizza in first? I didn’t eat before I went for a drink tonight. We can have a nice romantic pizza in bed, and-”

“Oh, no,” Emi said, her voice sharp and suddenly firm. “Absolutely not. I can’t stand crumbs in sheets. And this is my bed. I’m sorry, I’ll let you call the shots in a lot of ways, but-”

“That’s fine,” Kendra said, although she was still fiddling with her phone. “That’s fine.” Emi was sure the woman would still be loading up whatever app she planned to order from, and was just saying whatever would choke off the argument.

She was on the verge of deciding to speak up and nip whatever this was in the bud and damn being a needy little ball of lust and all its consequences, but then Kendra said “Here, look at this,” and tipped her phone forward from her hand. Emi caught it reflexively and, just as automatically, turned it screen up so she could see the display.

Immediately she was caught in the tunnel again, and with her head bent forward further this time just to see it she was falling down it faster and faster. There was a roaring in her ears, and even though she knew she was stationary, she was moving, dropping, lost…

*

Kendra broke the kiss again. “Doorbell, honey,” she purred contentedly. “Run along now.”

Emi did as she was told, having already pulled on a pair of pyjama shorts and a sports bra in readiness. She slipped down the stairs feeling oddly contented that her girlfriend-Mistress had agreed to stay the night after making Emi beg for only a few seconds, and on condition that Emi pay for the pizza and the cheese knots.

She collected the pizza box from the astonished delivery boy, this time not just locking the front door but applying the security chain. There would be no need for anyone to enter or leave the building after this, a fact that gave Emi real joy.

Then she went back up to the bedroom to serve Kendra dinner in bed and (she hoped) to serve in other ways.

It was so good being another woman’s lover, she couldn’t understand how she’d passed up opportunities before. Having spent all that time believing she was straight had been so foolish.

Admittedly, Emi was puzzled, not to say bewildered, by one aspect of her new relationship, which was the kinky power exchange aspect. She’d never really thought about that as a thing she even might like before.

In the bedroom she settled to one knee beside the bed and opened the box lid, her head bowed, making the meal an offering to her Mistress.

“Very good,” Kendra said, and collected the box from her. “On your knees.”

Kendra settled herself so both knees rested on the ground rather than just one, her palms settled on her thighs. She made a conscious effort to keep her back straight; Kendra liked to see good tits with good posture.

…Emi wondered where that thought had come from. It had appeared in her head full-formed and almost in Kendra’s voice, but she was sure Kendra had never said it to her. Not that she’d really had time; they were still in the first evening of their relationship.

Was it Emi’s own idea then, somehow? When had she started thinking of herself as ‘good tits’ like the rest of her was irrelevant?

She waited, head bowed, as Kendra ate a couple of the slices. At length Kendra said “Hungry?”

“Yes,” Emi admitted, raising her gaze.

She watched Kendra brush the crumby remnant of the pizza crust from her fingers onto the bedsheets, then pick up a slice and turn it to face Emi. “You want this?”

“Yes,” Emi repeated.

“Pardon?”

“Yes, Kendra.”

Kendra grinned. “Beg.”

Emi whimpered. “Please, Kendra,” she said tentatively, even as part of her mind thought I bought the fucking pizza, what is this? “Please allow me some of your delicious food.” Then inspiration struck. “Feed me so I may have the energy to better please you, Kendra?”

Kendra’s eyes closed for a second and she gave a moan of satisfaction, her smile as wide as ever. “That’s a good girl,” she said, and she held the slice a little closer to Emi, but not quite close enough for her to bite into it without leaning forward.

She was extra conscious of more crumbs escaping her lips to land on the bedsheets, but had to keep leaning further on as she made her way up the slice; Kendra gave her no further aid..

Kendra continued in this pattern through the rest of the pizza slices but split the cheese knots equally. Finally, having brushed the crumbs from Emi’s lips, she handed her the water bottle that lived by Emi’s bedside and told her to take a drink.

Of course, Emi did as she was told. After she’d set the bottle down again, Kendra slid over to the far side of the bed. “Lie down,” she instructed.

“Yes, Kendra,” Emi acknowledged. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her side, trying to avoid the crumbs.

“On your back,” Kendra said. “Middle of the bed.”

“Yes, Kendra,” Emi said again, a little more reluctantly. She lay back and sidled across, feeling all the crumbs they’d made prickle against her.

Which turned out to be a worthy sacrifice when Kendra proceeded to give Emi her first lesson in pussy licking by sitting on Emi’s face.

Emi was not allowed respite until her face was slick with Kendra’s juices, having proven what she could do. But Kendra was not completely done with the night.

“Get on your hands and knees,” she instructed, and Emi did as she was told. “Now I want you to lick up or suck up every trace of crumb you can find.”

Kendra stood over the bed, watching, until Emi ran out of crumbs to clear, and then made great show of testing the bed.

“Very good,” she said in the end. “But not good enough. Change these bedclothes, Emi, and then you can show me the shower before we go to sleep. What do you say to that?”

There was only one answer. “Yes, Kendra.”