Learning Pleasure Pt. 03: Her Favorite Possessions

This story is a continuation of Learning Pleasure (https://www..com/s/learning-pleasure). I've done my best to make it enjoyable without reading the previous stories. But I believe readers might care about the characters more if they start at the beginning.

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The crowd was like a fog, and Aria Thames the sun. The dense cloud of people on the dance floor and around the bar parted like wisps before her. Aria had something mysterious about her -- something almost magical. Things always went her way. From gliding through crowds, to acquiring power, to women.

To me: Carol Small, mother, housewife, in my thirties. And very much going Aria's way, like everything else in Aria's world. I was going Aria's way, wherever she might lead me.

Maybe it was beauty that got Aria everything she wanted. Every single piece of Aria's physical presence in the world defined perfection, from her long legs to her tight, flat tummy, to her pert, round breasts to her inky black hair.

Maybe it was clothes. Aria was wearing them, but barely. Her strapless dress barely got started in time to cover her breasts and screeched to a halt the moment her butt was covered. Her heels weren't costume-hooker height, but they definitely weren't flat.

Maybe it was money. Her father was the majority owner of one of the country's oldest and wealthiest law firms.

Since she was eighteen, some might imagine that youth contributed to the ease of Aria's life, but I disagreed. I had an eighteen-year-old daughter. I knew girls that age weren't, as a general rule, composed. They were bubbly, mercurial, tempermental, dramatic and above all else, they were growing into life and learning. Eighteen-year old girls weren't smooth, they weren't sleek, they weren't composed and dominant.

Eighteen-year-old girls were often ready to take on the world.

Aria Thames had the world at her feet.

And she enjoyed letting it feel her stiletto heel and wine-painted toenail occasionally, just to remind it where it stood.

I fell for her when Aria walked up to me at a party and offered me a glass of bourbon she should have been three years too young to get.

I was married, I was straight, and I was twice her age. But everything went Aria's way. Everything. Now I was locked in her orbit, forgetting to worry about whether my husband would eventually find out, forgetting to worry about my excitable, melodramatic daughter and what she might think of her mother having a lesbian affair with her fellow senior.

I wore a dress Aria picked out for me, maybe even more revealing than hers. She liked red and black. She wore red, so I wore black. Like hers, the hemline was miniscule. Unlike hers, mine was so high necked it competed with the diamond necklace she had given me. It had a big oval cutout right between my breasts that showed most of them.

The necklace was an overwhelming gift that had been part of my seduction. I guessed at a value of $30,000 for the diamond choker, though I was unqualified to guess at dollar values that big. One way or another, I had more money around my neck than my husband drove to work every day.

And then there was the garter.

Also diamonds.

Probably equally extravagant in terms of cost.

And snug right at the top of my thigh, scratching my butt a little bit. And still I showed a flash of sparkle with every step, my dress was so short.

Aria was a girl playing dressup with her new favorite doll.

I just hadn't quite gotten used to being a barbie.

On our first date, she taught me about pleasing another woman. On our first date, she taught me how it feels to give, and give, and give, and not receive. On our first date, she taught me to call her Mistress.

Now I followed where she led, still uncertain about everything submission meant, but certain that I loved it. I loved Aria commanding me. I loved obeying. I loved wearing what she told me, going where she told me, doing what she told me.

Her father owned the law firm where my husband worked, so Aria found it easy to get him out of town when she wanted me to herself. My daughter, too, had been whisked away when Aria found some of her friends to invite Lisa to a weekend trip.

When both of them came home and announced they were going out of town for the weekend, I knew what was coming: another weekend with Aria. Another weekend pleasing Aria. Another weekend belonging to Aria.

But we were only on the second of our weekends together. I didn't yet understand just how far my obedience could be pushed.

"Pick out a girl, Plaything."

I could barely hear her over the pounding electronic music. The frantic beat drove my heart faster just listening to it. The sampled vocals sounded high and exotic.

"Mistress?"

"Choose the girl you're going to go down on tonight."

She didn't mean... she couldn't possibly mean... the kids these days must use that slang term to mean something other than what it meant to people of my and my husband's generation. Maybe ataköy escort the deafening club music made me mishear.

"Um.... I choose you?"

Aria giggled. "That'll be the second girl you go down on tonight, Plaything. Choose the first. Pick out the girl you're going to kneel before and service. I'll seduce her, don't worry about that. It's what I do. But you choose who."

My jaw dropped open. I stared at her, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

She threw her head back and laughed. Then Aria leaned in close to me, so I could smell the light, fruity perfume around her neck. Her lips brushed my ear. She spoke right into it, so there was no question of whether I could hear her.

"What did you think, when you begged on your knees to give me every kinky pleasure I could imagine, Plaything? Did you think we'd stay comfortably in my bedroom and you'd keep doing what you already knew how to do? I like watching girls give pleasure they never imagined before. I wouldn't keep you if I was going to be bored.

"Tonight, you will apply those oral skills you worked so hard to learn with me, to a girl you meet in the next thirty minutes. You will give this lucky girl the most amazing orgasm she's ever had in her life. And I am going to love watching the show."

"I... um... Mistress, I..."

Aria was making faces at me again. She liked to strike these elaborate, thoughtful poses when teasing me about our relationship.

"When I asked you what you would give me in exchange for the pleasure of getting to serve me... what was your answer, Plaything?"

"Every kinky pleasure you could imagine," I replied. There was no other answer to give. I remembered our first weekend together as thoroughly as she did. I knew exactly what I promised. I just... didn't know what I was getting myself into. I thought... I don't know, maybe she'd want to have sex out on her private balcony, where no one else could see, but we'd at least be in public. Or maybe she'd want me to give her road head in the limo. Not...

"Yes, you promised exactly that, Plaything. And when I asked for specifics? When I asked you to tell me what you would do? Do you remember your answer?"

I did. She had made her point. I had no way out of this. Not if I wanted the relationship I had begged for.

I repeated it, because she was the Mistress and I the Plaything.

"Isn't that a call for the Princess to make, not her subject?"

"Exactly. And I made the call. Choose a girl."

I sucked in my breath and surveyed the crowd, wondering who to choose. What would I like in a girl? What would make it easier for me? What I liked about Aria was all attitude -- she never asked. She never even ordered. She just expected that I would do what she wanted.

How could I find a girl like that just based on scanning the crowd?

The club was packed, and even if the majority were guys, there was still a healthy minority of women, and picking out one of them was harder than it looked. From Daisy Dukes to miniskirts to tight leggings with sheer cutouts, they all dressed hot, looking for sex. Black hair, brown hair, red hair, they seemed to weave around me like an incoming tide around a rock in the bay.

And there she was.

She was a lot closer to Aria's age than mine, blonde with jaw length hair, wearing a sexy blue clubbing dress that showed a lot of her back. It would have qualified as a pretty short dress except when compared to Aria and me.

She looked nice.

Something about her face said she wouldn't make fun of me.

I got Aria's attention and nodded at her.

My Mistress grinned at me. She turned, and looked at the blonde. She gave her a thorough looking over, from her hemline to her face, then back down to her thighs. Aria was definitely a leg woman.

"Nice taste Plaything."

She made her way to the bar, picked up three drinks, gave one to me. And then she headed toward our future bed partner, slicing through the crowd like an icebreaker through the arctic.

Aria slowed down; gave me a second to catch up so I could be immediately behind her and to her right, close enough to be touching her in the crowd. And then, together, we walked up to the girl I had indicated. She was just coming back from the dance floor, heading to her group of friends.

Aria held out a glass of bourbon to her.

The girl looked kind of confused. At a guess, she was here for the guys, and being offered a drink by two women wasn't on her shopping list tonight. I remembered the feeling quite well, it had been mine around a month ago.

But Aria simply held the tumbler there, and spoke with her eyes and with her face. She gave a playful half-grin, held her head angled slightly to one side, and arched her eyebrows as if to ask, "Are you going to be rude about this?"

The girl accepted the drink. Her lips said "Thanks," but I couldn't hear it over the thudding, electronic bass.

Aria stepped closer to the girl. Very much in her avcılar escort space. Very nearly touching. She leaned in to put her lips almost in contact with the girl's ear, her nose brushing that blonde hair.

I couldn't hear, but I imagined names being exchanged.

The girl sipped the drink Aria had given her, and her eyebrows went up. Again, this was a reaction I had had myself. Aria liked extremely expensive craft bourbon, and the smooth taste always caught one by surprise the first time.

Aria touched her glass to the blonde's when the blonde brought it back down from her lips. She made eye contact with the girl, and then drank the whole thing. The girl drank again, finishing what was in the glass. Aria took both of them, dropped them on a standing table not far away. I did the same.

Standing behind her -- so close behind her my breast rubbed on her back -- I still couldn't hear Aria speak, but I could see the edges of her lips move.

The girl replied with a bemused look on her face. I was no lip reader, but I thought I caught the gist of it: "Just you, or both of you?"

I actually did hear Aria's reply, and had my suspicions confirmed. "Both."

Aria led us out to the dance floor, where she worked a magic I knew well. She danced with a seductive grace that once lured me irresistibly in. It would, I expected, work just as well on this girl as it had on me.

Which caused my heart rate to elevate a little bit. Remembering what I was going to be doing with her tonight, I tried to give her a fresh looking over before the dance washed completely over us. Nice legs, which was where I would be spending most of my time. Small breasts, but pert and firm, and with a look in her eye and her smile that said she was holding back a giggle about two girls trying to pick her up.

Aria took the girl by the hand and guided her into a rhythm I could feel even beside them. Then she led me by the hand until I arrived right in front of our new third as Aria slid behind her, body pressed to the new girl's. She put her hands on the blonde's hips, guiding them back and forth, swaying to the rhythm. I moved in time and eased closer to the third.

Three words moved across her lips, mostly lost to the pounding electronic beat, but the last one might have been "Name."

Aria's face appeared over the girl's shoulder to invite me in, so I leaned forward as Aria had. New Girl's blonde hair tickled my lips as I said "Carol" into her ear. I wanted to say "the Plaything," but I wasn't sure how it would go over this early.

I hadn't been paying enough attention. I was caught by surprise when I heard "Naomi" in my own ear.

And then Aria led us both to move again.

Bodies weaved in a pattern I could but follow, not understand. I swayed my hips and danced with Naomi in front. And then, as if the music itself made it happen, I found myself behind Aria, letting my hips and hands move to the beat.

I set my fingers on Aria's hips to move with her. And because it was Aria, those fingers moved of their own accord, further forward, almost toying with the hem of her dress.

The rhythm drove us, twirling and panting, until I was behind Naomi now. All my nervousness about tonight bubbled up inside me, but again Aria locked eyes with me over the new girl's shoulder.

She said nothing, but the lust in her eyes alone reminded me of tonight's goal, and I made myself pull in close. I pressed my whole body against Naomi from behind, until the rhythmic swaying of my hips became a kind of grinding behind her. I could feel her hard-muscled rump, feel it move under me. I felt her pressing back against me, driven more by instinct than choice.

We swayed around eachother. Aria's touches were always bold, and the power of her confidence made the dance into more than it might have been. Every change in the beat brought bodies into contact, someone's hair into my face, someone's hand on my hips or backside.

The pulsing music drove an instinctive, sensual contact between all three of us that mingled like a mystical blend of rap music and poetry -- hard, grinding, driven, soft, delicate