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Good Girl
Session 5
The wool on Helena’s vest started to inch around her neck. She pulled it down over her shoulder and started picking at the parts of it that had pilled. It was thread bare by the time she was self-aware enough to stop.
She stood up and felt the anger bubble in her chest. Ava was late, by twenty minutes to be exact. She hadn’t cancelled her session, and she hadn’t called. The part that bothered her more than anything else wasn’t watching each tick of the clock and feeling the weight that built in her body between them, it was the fact that she cared at all. She was going to get paid for the session regardless of whether Ava showed up or not. Both Ava and her mother knew the cancellation policy, but instead of accepting what was, she was obsessing over it. In some strange way it felt like rejection like she was being stood up, but being stood up for what? For a client who was going to spend the entire session talking about what it felt like to fuck someone else?
She had no idea how dependent she had become on this relationship until that moment. She knew that it wasn’t the kind of patient-therapist relationship that she was supposed to have, but until that moment, she didn’t know what it really was. She wasn’t waiting for a client, she was waiting for a story. She was waiting for Ava to be near and to have the perfect excuse to watch her. She wasn’t a neutral observer, she was totally wrapped up in the outcome. This was personal, uncomfortably personal.
She was desperate to know what had happened with Madison and whether they were still seeing each other.
The more the thoughts circled in her mind, the more frustrated she became. Then, the moment that she had been waiting for came. The door swung open, and on the other side stood Ava. Her hair was up in a bun, and loose tendrils were falling down around face. Her clothing was disheveled, and her breath laboured.
Dr. Prescott couldn’t help but smile as she stood up to met Ava at the door. In an instant, all of the anger, the worry, and the judgement washed away and were replaced by a thirst to protect and comfort her. She tentatively walked toward her and reached her right as she stepped across the threshold and into the room. Dr. Prescott was so close she could feel Ava’s body heat wash over her. She leaned in to reach over Ava’s shoulder and push the door closed behind her. As she pulled her arm back over Ava’s shoulder, she couldn’t help but stop to tuck one of the renegade tendrils behind her ear. Ava’s skin felt hot and smooth against her fingertips. Ava’s first response to the caress was to startle, but she soon leaned into Dr. Prescott’s open palm and placed a single soft kiss against the Doctor’s exposed wrist.
It was really the briefest of touches, and seconds after it began it was gone. As Dr. Prescott pulled her hand back, Ava opened her eyes, but neither of them moved or began to speak. She had never seen Ava this way. There was no shield. The only thing that her gaze held was a question. Why?
Dr. Prescott didn’t answer, but her eyes were full of longing and sorrow. She wanted more than anything for Ava to understand. This wasn’t about how she felt, she couldn’t risk everything for something that was so unsure. If there was a way that she could dip her toe in without threatening to drown herself, she would. But there was no halfway here. It was all or nothing, and she couldn’t risk everything that she had built for a fantasy, especially not with someone who openly talked about her harem of other lovers. They stood together in silence, bonded only by the physical space between them and the refusal to put words to who or what they were to each other.
Ava was the first to break the spell. She looked down to the ground and slowly walked around the Doctor, who was blocking her access to the room. She sat down in her chair and stared blankly into space for a couple of moments before breaking the silence.
‘I know, I’m late. I’m sorry.’
The Doctor didn’t know how to respond. She knew that she wasn’t ready to talk about what was happening between them, but she didn’t want to pretend that nothing was happening either.
She laughed, awkwardly, but it was hollow, ‘That’s okay. I can see that you had a rough time getting here. What happened?’ She walked to her normal chair and sat down. As she lowered herself, she undid the top button on her vest, exposing the smooth expanse of naked skin across her chest.
‘I spent last night on Ms. Ambani’s boat, and this morning, on our way back into the harbour, there was a fire in one of the shipping containers in the port. We were coughing on the smoke all the way in. Once we finally docked, there were massive delays because of all of the emergency vehicles swarming the area.’
‘Are you okay?’ Dr. Prescott asked, clearly shaken both by what had just happened between them and by the fact that Ava had spent another night with Ms. Ambani.
‘Yes, I’m fine. It’s just been a long couple of days.’
‘Did you spend the entire week with Ms. Ambani?’ Dr. Prescott asked cautiously.
Ava sighed, ‘I spent the week with Madison. Ms. Ambani was on a business trip for most of it. She got back a couple of days ago, and then we went out on the boat.’
‘We? Meaning, you, her, and Madison?’ Dr. Prescott asked, struggling to keep the emotion of out of her voice.
‘Yes. The three of us, but there were other boats too. Ms. Ambani is part of…’ Ava paused, cautiously searching for the right word, ‘a Collective of women.’
Dr. Prescott leaned back in her chair and looked at Ava, whose expression was searching and pensive.
‘Collective of women? What do you mean by that?’
Ava shifted awkwardly, ‘Ms. Ambani has friends. Friends that are like her, and I guess some of them are like Madison as well. They like to experience the freedom of being told what to do, or they like to play with power and be in control. Or at least, they like the illusion of control. The Collective shares stories, and sometimes they come together to play or to watch each other play.’
Dr. Prescott’s gaze became inscrutable, ‘You mean like an orgy?’
Ava opened her mouth, then closed it, chewing on her response.
‘I guess so, but that word doesn’t really fit. This group of women are some of the richest women in the world. There were women from Japan, Egypt, India, Venezuela, and all over Europe and North America. In total, there are forty women in The Collective. Twice a year they organize gatherings. This year their get together was held in a mansion on a secluded beach on Discovery Island, which is off the coast of Victoria, British Columbia.
The island was magical. It’s lush and overgrown, and there is a stillness there that I can’t quite describe. The mansion is just off the beach but still close enough to hear the waves crash into the shore. The house is about four stories high and sits on a sprawling expanse of undeveloped land.
The architecture and the design felt old world Victorian, with tall white columns in the foyer and spiral staircases. There were even a couple of claw foot tubs and canopy beds. To be honest, I don’t like that kind of design, but everyone else, especially Maddie, seemed impressed.’
Ava rolled her eyes and continued.
‘Out front there was a small private marina, where all of the boats dock and where most of The Collective spent the weekend. The boats were for sleeping, and the house was for playing. Although, I didn’t make it onto any of the other boats, so I’m not really sure what was happening on them.
Our boat was a 100-foot yacht, and it wasn’t even close to being the biggest or most ostentatious one there. It had four or five bedrooms, a kitchen, and some living spaces. But I didn’t explore much because we spent most of our time on the deck, enjoying the sun.
Madison spent the trip there in a white bikini, lapping up the sun and read
ing Anais Nin’s Delta of Venus. She surprises me sometimes. She puts on this show of being young and naïve and accommodating, but she’s actually quite strategic, and I often wonder what her real intentions are. What is her end game? She’s like an actress who never comes out of character, and to be honest, I have no idea who she really is.
There is something that kind of appeals to me about that. It’s like living, breathing, and touching a fantasy, and somehow that feels safe in a way that I can’t quite explain. I also wonder, though, what this is really about for her, and I feel unsettled by the fact that I can’t figure her out and I don’t understand what game she is playing or how I fit into it.
Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of pleasure for the sake of pleasure, and I like exploring this new world, but I know that it’s not real and that it can’t last forever. I also know that I’m not a main character in this story. They’re going to become bored with me soon, and when they do, they will toss me aside like I never existed in the first place. But the thing is, this isn’t forever for me either. It’s a journey, and I know it’s nearing its end.’
Ava paused and stared out the window. Her gaze was full of sadness and surrender. Dr. Prescott tried to make eye contact, but Ava refused.
‘How does it make you feel to know that you are being used? What are you getting from this?’ the Doctor asked gently.
Ava sighed deeply and slowly. ‘They’re using me and I’m using them. It’s consensual and honest. I’m safe, I’m in control, and I get to be whoever I want to be.’ The last few words were laced with anger, and Dr. Prescott knew better than to try to challenge what she had said. It was time to let Ava speak, and, in some ways, she was right. This was how she was choosing to explore herself, and shaming it or her wasn’t going to help anyone.
‘Are you sure you want to hear this?’ Ava asked quietly.
Dr. Prescott nodded.
Ava swallowed hard and tucked her hair behind her ears before continuing.
‘The idea of going to the island was like something out of a fantasy. It was a chance to see things that I had never seen before and do things that I had never done before and find a way to explore things that scared me. That still scare me.
Despite that, when I got there, I was really nervous. As soon as the island came into view, I leaned over the bow and watched. All of the other boats had already docked. Most of them had gotten there the night before. There were a dozen or so, all anchored in the small marina. The longer I looked, the more intimidated I became. Who were these people? Madison came up behind me, putting her hands on either side of my waist and leaning in.
‘It’s okay Ava. It’ll be fun. I promise,’ she said as she kissed my neck and ran her hands up my body to hold my breasts. She caught my nipples between her fingers and pushed me into the railing as the boat pulled into the marina and Ms. Ambani steered it into the designated birth.
I could hear Ms. Ambani laugh, ‘Girls no snacking before dinner, you’ll spoil your appetite.’
I could feel Madison smile against my neck. She quickly backed away dragging her fingers against my nipples as she released them, ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she replied.
Ms. Ambani told us that dinner that night would be a formal affair, so I went downstairs to my room to get changed into the gown that she had bought me. It was made almost entirely of black mesh, with two solid, horizontal black strips that wrapped around my hips. She had purchased the same dress for Maddie, except in white. The difference was that Maddie wasn’t allowed to wear anything under hers.
When I came back upstairs onto the deck, Ms Ambani was wearing a one-sleeved asymmetrical black sheath dress. She looked quite striking. She was strong and graceful, and I could see the muscles in her arms twitching as she twisted her hands punishingly into Maddie’s hair and kissed her hard.
She mouthed the words ‘you’re mine’ to Maddie as she released her and directed me to join them.
By the time we got ready and off the boat, the sun had set, and the property was blanketed in the soft light of hundreds of lanterns that had been placed along the walkway to the main house.
We were greeted at the entrance by a twenty-something girl dressed in nothing but a black corset with red ties and a see-through black thong. Ms. Ambani greeted the girl with genuine friendliness and asked to speak to her mistress.
The girl signaled for us to follow her. She led us to the dining room. It was loud with chatter, and there were women dressed in the same outfit as the girl stationed in all four corners of the room. She ushered us to the large wooden table in the centre of the room and motioned for us to sit down. It appeared that we were the last to arrive as there were only three chairs left available.
Ms. Ambani introduced us to all of the women at the table. I’m not sure how many there were, but it was upwards of thirty. To be honest, I wasn’t paying much attention. The only name that I caught was Catherine. Catherine was a forty-something American woman. She was a brunette with blue eyes and big breasts. She was at the head of the table and was clearly the event organizer. One of the girls in the corners of the room was her personal servant.
She was a beautiful girl actually. She had thick black hair that fell all the way down to her waist and big green eyes. They sparkled with something. I think it was a combination of desire and mischief.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was beautiful, and I could see her long pink nipples poking through the top of the corset. I couldn’t concentrate on the food, all I wanted was to take them in my mouth.
Maddie, unsurprisingly, spent the entire meal with Ms. Ambani’s hand between her legs. It started as a slow stroke, while she ate with the other hand. But Maddie became increasingly excited and on the brink of losing control, and Ms. Ambani started to move her hand faster, shamelessly licking her fingers and plucking Maddie’s rock hard clit with them.
Throughout the whole thing, Ms. Ambani carried on a conversation about soybean futures and the stock market with Catherine, who pretended not to notice what was happening.
Maddie could only hold on for so long, and eventually, after a valiant effort to hold back, she came, hard, slamming her fist into the table before screaming out in ecstasy. Every conversation in the room stopped as they watched her, with the exception of Ms. Ambani, who continued to talk with Catherine about her stock portfolio.
I watched because I like to watch. I love to see Maddie cum. She’s never more beautiful than she is in that moment. So I watched and savoured every second until Maddie finally let go, and the moment that she came, I felt a thirst spiral in my belly and my pussy throb violently with desire.
When it was over, she smiled at me through blushing cheeks. The girl that Catherine had brought also smiled at me and beckoned me to her with a single crooked finger. I kissed Maddie on the cheek and told her how beautiful she was. Then, I excused myself from the table.
Catherine watched me leave, her gaze full of fire and promise. I have to admit that I was nervous. I had no idea what was going to happen, and it had already been the most unusual day I had ever experienced. I chose to let whatever was going to happen, happen.
The only time that I saw Ms. Ambami break conversation was to watch me walk away from that table. Her eyes bore into me as I left, and I knew that whatever she was feeling it was strong. I just couldn’t quite figure out what it was.
I followed the girl into the hallway, and she stayed about four feet in front of me as she led me through the house. We climbed the stairs to the top floor, where we found a single door that the girl opened with a key. I don’t know where the key was kept, although I did see her
fidgeting with the strings at the front of her corset, so it could have been in there.
The girl opened the door, and I walked into the biggest bedroom that I have ever seen. There was a bed twice as big as a king, and there were three different sitting areas with couches. There were also floor to ceiling windows looking out to the sea. She led me through the room to a door on the other side.
It was a bathroom, with a large claw foot tub in the centre.
She turned on the faucet and squeezed some body wash in the water. It smelt like lilies. The tub filled with thousands of bubbles.
She reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. Then, she slowly slid off my panties and unhooked my bra. Throughout, she never spoke, not once. She just watched me. I could tell that she was holding herself back, and I could see the desire in her eyes as she motioned for me to get into the tub.
‘My name’s Ava, what’s yours?’ I asked, trying to make the situation a little more comfortable.
As I crawled into the tub and sank beneath the bubbles, she looked at me strictly in the eye and said, ‘Amber. I am preparing you for my mistress. She will be up shortly.’
My breath caught in my throat. I had known of course, I’d watched the way that Catherine had watched me. But there was something in Amber’s voice that shifted something in me, and I became even more nervous.
‘Your mistress has not said one word to me. What makes her think she can have me?’
Amber smiled, but there was an arrogance in it and something else I couldn’t quite place. She picked up a sponge that was sitting on the vanity and covered it in the same lily body wash.
‘That’s not a question worthy of an answer. You can choose not to play, if that is your wish. Although, I don’t believe that that is what you want. Is it?’
The last words were uttered as she dipped the sponge in the water and slid it across my hard nipples.
I closed my eyes and allowed the sensation to run through my body.
‘Good girl’ she said in a soft voice as she slid the sponge across the other breast and up my neck. She spent the next twenty minutes caressing every inch of my body, until I was literally grasping the sides of the tub from the intensity of the sensation. When she finally dipped the sponge between my legs and slid it against my rock hard clit, I cried out, and my body lifted out of the water.
It was at that moment that Catherine walked in, or I suppose I should call her Mistress Catherine.
She walked into the room without saying a word, dipped both hands into the tub on either side of me, and effortlessly picked me up out of the water. With one arm under my knees and the other around my shoulders she carried me to the bedroom and gently placed me on the large bed in the centre of the room.
Her dress was wet from carrying me, and it clung to her big breasts and hard nipples as she watched me squirm into place.
I didn’t say anything and neither did she, but Amber walked up behind her and silently unzipped her dress before stepping backward and returning to the corner of the room.
She didn’t move much at first, she just stood above me, watching me. I was naked and still partially covered in bubbles, and I couldn’t seem to get comfortable on the bed. Eventually, I settled onto my back with my legs slightly parted, my pussy aching and begging for attention.
She walked around me to a small side table beside the bed. When I looked over, she had a small purple vibrator in her hand. It had an attachment that wrapped around her finger. I whimpered a bit as I heard the soft buzzing.
‘That was a nice show your friend put on at dinner. I love the matching dresses, very pretty. Was that Avani’s idea?’
I started at the mention of Ms. Ambani’s first name.
She slid the vibrator onto her finger and placed it gently on my hard clit. I arched my back and screamed.
I had just had a half hour of being stroked almost to orgasm and then held back by Amber, so I was already on the brink. I could tell right away that Catherine was unimpressed. She shut the vibrator off, turned around, and looked at Amber in the corner of the room, while I tried to collect myself.
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