Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 118

It was so much easier to order Bobbi around with Helen present. My lawyer had been with me since the first moment I started breaking Bobbi. We were a team, and I’d spent more time with both of them together than I spent alone with the submissive.

The other thing was that with Helen, it was all raw and real. It was about power and desire—nothing more. Helen knew my vulnerabilities and had been supportive in helping me grow into the person I was becoming. She compensated for my shortcomings because she was aware of them and knew how to anticipate them.

With Natalie, this was all performative. I was trying to demonstrate that I was the perfect dom, and while I didn’t think I had made any massive blunders, I could feel how razor thin the line was, and even the slightest misstep could result in a dynamic I didn’t want with either of these beautiful women.

Now that I had Bobbi kneeling in front of me, I started to wonder whether I should stop while I was ahead or press things further. What would happen if I undid my fly and pulled out my cock? Would Bobbi swallow it in front of her former co-worker? The fact that I didn’t know meant that Bobbi still needed more training, and that I needed more experience.

Or what if something even worse than Bobbi’s refusal happened? What if Natalie felt betrayed by seeing Bobbi blowing me? It was one thing to introduce her to our relationship—that was already a lot, but was making my pet suck me off in front of her just a little too far for an introduction?

Still, both of them were watching me expectantly… waiting for me to do something. Natalie had taken a couple of steps closer without saying a word. Her eyes simply flitted back and forth between me and my slave, her breathing shallow as she chewed on her bottom lip, waiting for what happened next.

A noise behind me drew all of our attention.

The door opened, and Helen stepped into the dungeon. Her cold blue eyes immediately darted from me, to Bobbi, and to my date. Her hair was damp, resembling the color of dark straw as it clung to her back and shoulders. She still wore her bathing suit, and I could see the moisture from the hot tub glisten on her fair skin.

“Oh,” she said, feigning surprise. “I didn’t know we had a guest.”

A third option had appeared.

Relief flooded me. I didn’t have to gamble after all. Or, at least… I didn’t have to make as much of a gamble.

“Glad you could join us, Helen,” I said. My hand slipped off Bobbi’s head as I turned my attention away from her. “You remember Natalie, right?”

“Of course,” Helen said, smiling warmly at the other woman. She shut the door behind her, taking care to lock it before approaching and offering my old co-worker her hand. “You looked amazing on the dance floor. Have you had fun?”

“Um…” Natalie took Helen’s offered hand, but gave Bobbi another glance as she considered her answer. “It’s been… interesting.”

Helen smirked. “I’ll bet it has.”

Helen gave me the briefest of glances, but I knew her well enough by now to recognize that she was assessing my state and trying to gauge how much intensity she should throw into her performance. She must have seen something in this entire scenario that sparked amusement—her lips curled into a half-smirk.

“Of course, you’ve met her,” Helen said, her eyes falling on Bobbi, still kneeling behind me.

“We’ve known each other for a long time,” Natalie said. “We haven’t always gotten along, though.”

Something about another woman’s presence in the room seemed to ease some of the tension for Natalie. Her breathing grew steady, and her tone became more conversational.

“Marcus told me that our kitten wasn’t well-liked by anyone at her old office,” Helen said, stepping between us to approach the reluctant submissive.

“She wasn’t,” Natalie admitted, “She was abrasive and not much of a worker. When she left, it was like a breath of fresh air in our department. Everyone was happy to see her leave.”

I was a little surprised by Natalie’s candor in Bobbi’s presence, and chalked it up to gaining confidence in seeing the way Helen talked about her.

Natalie must have noticed the unusual way she was talking about Bobbi and glanced between us, a touch of uncertainty blossoming in her features again. “I don’t know if anyone could have imagined anything like this happening to her.”

“I imagine not,” Helen said, looking down at her charge. She laid a soft hand on Bobbi’s cheek and the submissive, despite herself, pressed into Helen’s palm—a subtle movement. “I’m sure if you spent a little more time with her, now, you’d forgive her for how she treated you.”

Helen dragged her fingernails gently across Bobbi’s baby-smooth skin, almost as if she were an actual cat being shown affection. “She was just lost and directionless… Marcus and I helped her find her way.”

She cut her startlingly blue eyes up at Natalie. “Are you here to watch? Or are you interested in more?”

Natalie’s mouth fell open, but there were no words. She looked blindsided by the question, and terrified to answer it, so I slipped my hand back in Natalie’s and said, “We’ll watch for now, Helen. I just thought Natalie might want to see what Bobbi’s been doing since she left.”

Helen gave Natalie a warm smile. “I think we can manage that.”

I appreciated the fact that Helen seemed to realize Natalie needed a touch of warmth to ease her discomfort.

It looked like it was working—Natalie returned her smile, her dark brown eyes lingering over Helen a beat longer than necessary. They didn’t stay on Helen’s face, either. She wasn’t trying to be overt about it, but Natalie’s gaze certainly wandered over the dom’s body, taking in the full effect.

I couldn’t blame her. Helen was stunning. The triangles of bright red fabric barely covered her breasts, creating a deep trench that revealed the inner swells and a generous slice of side boob. The crimson patch between her legs left half her soft, rounded mons on display. If she’d kept any hair down there, it would’ve peeked over the top of her bikini bottoms. Her long, pale torso flowed into even longer, shapely legs—elegant and provocative in equal measure.

Natalie had never confided her sexual preference to me, but if I had to guess… I’d be willing to bet good money that she had at least a little bit of bi-curiosity.

She finally tore her eyes away from Helen to look at me, and I gave her a small, reassuring smile as we backed away from the pair and made our way to a leather couch.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “I just didn’t expect this when I came tonight.

I stopped her before she sat down. “We can leave. I just wanted you to fully understand my life. You don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to.”

She stared at me for a full ten seconds, and I could see the wheels turning in her mind as her eyes flicked back and forth between mine.

“I’d like to stay for a few minutes, if that’s okay,” she finally said.

We both took a seat on the couch. I sat on one end while she took the middle seat, leaving little space between us. Her choice to sit that close filled me with optimism.

Helen made a show of walking over to the rack where many of the toys were kept—a series of hooks that held crops, whips, chains of various sizes and lengths, and more. She took a simple leash and returned to Bobbi, placing the plug-like end of the leash against the collar just above the hollow of the submissive’s throat. It snapped into place.

“You called me down here,” Helen said. “Was there any reason in particular, Sir? Was she disobedient?”

“She was,” I said, settling back into the couch. Natalie followed suit a beat later. “I told her to sit on her saddle and keep it on until someone came for her. When we came in, she had it off. Then she yelled at us when she saw Natalie.”

Helen audibly sighed as she looked back down at her charge. “Come along, pet.”

Bobbi started to climb to her feet, and Helen placed a hand on her head and pressed her back to her knees. “No. On all fours.”

The submissive glanced at us, then back at Helen. “Please…” Whatever followed was too low for Natalie or me to make out.

“I don’t care, kitten. You’re going to do as I say, or you’re going to get much worse than what I have in mind. I won’t ask again.”

Bobbi dropped to all fours, and her mistress smiled at her. “Good girl.”

I smiled a little at that, reminded of my time with Helen yesterday, and what I’d called her—good girl.

Helen wrapped the leash twice around her hand, making a deliberate show of it as she gave Natalie and me a long, lingering look. Then she turned and began leading Bobbi toward the bondage horse—a piece of equipment Bobbi knew all too well. It resembled a builder’s sawhorse, but the frame was mostly padded in what looked like soft leather. Eyehooks lined the base of both panels, making it easy to chain a submissive into place. Functional without being too uncomfortable.

When they reached the bench, Helen gave the leash a firm tug, and Bobbi climbed onto it without protest. Natalie and I watched as the former workplace bitch sullenly mounted the contraption. Helen knelt to secure her ankles to the lower hooks, tightening the restraints with practiced efficiency. As we watched her work, Natalie leaned into me a little more, her shoulder brushing mine.

“How the fuck did you get Bobbi Nanford to obey like this?” She asked, her eyes still glued to the pair.

I tilted my head toward hers so we almost touched, using the opportunity to put my hand on her knee. “It’s been a long process, and Helen deserves most of the credit. She’s amazing at this.”

“I can tell,” Natalie said, watching as Helen fastened soft leather cuffs around Bobbi’s wrists and clipped them to a rope. The line hung from a ceiling hook, its loose end coiled nearby with enough slack to stretch to the floor.