The third scene in our original Passing Zephyr series:
Miss Cecile's Story was the beginning, followed by the Sexy Bartender's Version
You may remember, a while back, Miss Cecile entered the bar of a very dear friend. Her eyes caught on the sexy bartender and her very dear friend, being both observant and loving of Miss Cecile, offered him as her toy for the evening. Flattered by the offer, Miss Cecile accepted and was escorted into a private room by Mr. Sexy. Things progressed as they will with an attractive man and woman and a little kink added too. In the end, an extra surprise was added to the mix. A sweet young thing that begged Mistress Sweet to let her play. And she acquiesced, but not without keeping a very careful eye on her newest toy.
The air swirled dark and rich with sound. Each heavy breath echoed against the walls. Silk slithered against leather and skin, one almost indistinguishable from the other. A moan crescendoed into erotic harmony until one melded into three.
Transfixed, she watched golden strands cascade through her fingers as she pets the head nestled in her lap. His hair was so softly fine it soothed her just to touch it.
He nuzzled against her thigh, the warmth of his breath a caress through her thin pencil skirt. Ahhh, the comforts of home. She could even vaguely smell the clean scent of his new shampoo.
A gasp resounded throughout the room, neither hers nor his.
She returned her gaze to the flickering monitor. A split screen displayed the decadence hidden a floor below her feet in startling contrast to primary colored blocks filling up the other half.
With a sigh, she reclaimed the mouse and increased the volume on her dual distractions.
Familiar hands settled on her shoulders and kneaded the silk covered muscles. Relaxing against the chair, she continued to observe her playroom AND restrain herself.
Stack virtual blocks.
Admire Mistress Cecile and her grasp of control.
Spin the pieces until they fit.
Frown at your bartender's lack of control.
Fail the race to stack speeding cubes.
Grit your teeth as you watch Pixie's eyes widen in shock.
Bing, bing - beaten by the computer again.
With a deep breath, Mistress Sweet centered herself and filled her lungs with a heady breath of oxygen rich air. Hold, hold, hold, and slowly release. A pleasant rush tingled through her body to counteract the anxiety.
She was failing her own test, unacceptable.
The web cam was to observe. The computer game was to distract.
To observe too closely would be to lose control, hence the distraction. But it wasn't really working. Nice theory, crappy implementation.
Truth was, she didn't want to give up control.
The bartender could hold his own. But Pixie, sweet lovely Pixie, she was just too fresh and new. Not ready to submit.
But she had requested a chance to watch from the sidelines. And after much beautiful begging and pleading (which shows much promise for the future), Mistress Sweet had acquiesced.
Just as she had with the bartender.
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Just yesterday, Sexy the bartender requested that she arrange for him some alternative playtime. His seductive begging was still ringing in her ears when she noticed Cecile's display of interest today. Her friend's obvious lust for the bartender presented Mistress Sweet with a golden opportunity. Here was a chance to test; the bartender's strength of submission, and her own ability to provide for him as his Mistress.
She must always anticipate the needs of her pets.
They depend on her for pleasure, discipline, and guidance. She is their provider and protector. To be any less is selfish and irresponsible, a lie to the family they have created.
That mantra makes it extremely difficult for her to give up control.
Her bartender deserved the fulfillment of his request. He had, very adorably, requested permission to seek out butterflies again. A new experience, a new mistress to obey with that extra zing of not being able to anticipate her every whim.
He had been with her long enough, that all she had to do was look at him and he obeyed. A satisfying experience for them both, but not thrilling. She mourned the loss of the giddy anxiety of a new tryst, but in its place she savored the solid strength of trust and caring.
Pixie was still firmly in the butterfly stage. Very new to the family, she was brought in by Murderer.
She is also the reason Tetris music created a cacophony with the moans of desire. Mistress Sweet's control is not so easily made slack in the leash. Without Tetris she would be clawing at the monitor and lunging down the stairs at any demand Cecile required of Pixie that Mistress Sweet did not agree with.
But as a Mistress, she was soft with Pixie. And Pixie needed a bit more of a push to come into her place here with the rest of the pets. Pixie needed to trust Mistress Sweet and her decisions, ALL of them. And Mistress Cecile is a close friend that will treat Pixie well, no matter what her fears. She will push but not break.
Triple moans bring her gaze back to the screens.
Ahh, the bartender has taken his punishment well and will now be rewarded. Three bodies arch and curl on the bed, all hands exploring and pursuing pleasure.
It looks as if the games are over for now. Until her bartender decides he wants on top. Would Mistress Cecile allow herself to be switched?
Soft kisses tickle her inner thigh as she glides her fingers through velvet locks of gold. Strong hands massage her nape, easing down her neck and chest. Ahhh, the comforts of home.
The End, for now.
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Thanks so much for delving into my head. It's scary in here sometimes, so it is nice to have company! Don't step on the zephyr...