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Alexia took the time to dress carefully for her meeting with Mr Riggs, and honestly Reagan had never seen her look so beautiful. In her slinky red evening dress, with her long red hair styled and teased, she no longer looked like the shy bisexual teenager whose cunt Reagan had been licking. She looked mature, and devastatingly gorgeous. She looked like the kind of woman that men would pay a lot of money to possess.
Next to her, Reagan felt inadequate. She was wearing nothing but expensive lingerie, which she knew the men of the club would enjoy, and yet she was literally under-dressed compared to the beauty beside her.
Bunny saw the two of them in the changeroom, and stopped to whistle appreciatively.
“Is this your girlfriend, Kisses?” she said. “Very hot. But remember, this is a one-time deal so you can show her off to your man. Normally the only way to be in this club is to be a member, or an employee, got it?”
“Yes,” said Reagan, blushing. “Thank you.”
Bunny nodded, and then said, with a smile, “You know, if you ever felt like sharing her…”
Alexia’s eyes were fixed on Bunny’s copious cleavage, and she blushed now, too, and Reagan knew her well enough to know that the offer had probably made Alexia’s pussy throb.
“Maybe,” said Reagan. “I mean…”
Bunny laughed. “I know you’ve got other things on your mind tonight,” she said. “Go. Make him happy.”
It was late in the evening, and the “babies” had gone home. The mood in the club had shifted, as the male guests drank more alcohol, and the night’s “bonuses” began. Over near the stage, a pretty blonde named Helen had stripped naked from the waist down, and climbed onto a table in front of two men, and the men were taking turns pushing a beer bottle into her pussy. In another corner, a brunette was kneeling naked at a man’s feet, wearing a collar and leash, and while she was doubtless being paid for this “bonus”, she also looked completely contented as the man holding her leash stroked her hair while chatting to his friend over her head.
When Reagan saw that Mr Riggs had entered the club, and taken his customary seat, she gave him a little while to settle, and order a drink. Alexia pressed her hand nervously into Reagan’s, and then the two of then shyly crossed the floor to stand in front of him.
Mr Riggs regarded them with interest. Relaxed, confident, and wearing his fine suit, he seemed a world apart from the school guidance counsellor that Reagan had first known.
“Good evening, ladies,” he said.
“Good evening, sir,” said Reagan. “This is…um… my girlfriend, Alexia.”
“Kisses – kneel,” said Mr Riggs sharply, and Reagan dropped immediately and instinctively to her knees, feeling her pussy throb at being addressed as though she were Mr Rigg’s pet.
Alexia looked at her, wondering if she should also kneel, but Mr Riggs instead beckoned her closer, and she nervously stepped to within his reach.
“Alexia,” said Riggs, still seated. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“Thank you,” said Alexia. “Uh… and you too.”
“Alexia, I have a relationship with Kisses here,” said Mr Riggs, “but I don’t have a relationship with you. You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to. I have no power over you, and I would never try to exert any such power without your consent. You can leave here, and do anything you like – including date Kisses, if she lets you – and never need my approval or permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Alexia.
“So why are you here, Alexia?” asked Mr Riggs.
Alexia blushed. She was silent for a moment, and then said, quietly, “I don’t know.”
Mr Riggs looked disappointed. “Then you should leave,” he told her. “I’m not interested in convincing a pretty young woman as to who she is or what she should do. I want a girl who knows what she wants.”
Alexia looked down to Reagan for help, but Reagan didn’t know what to say. Alexia blushed – and Reagan knew it wasn’t the good kind of humiliation, but the bad kind, the feeling of knowing that she’d fucked up, and trying to work out how to fix it.
“Well?” asked Mr Riggs, impatiently.
“Well, just…” Alexia began, and then paused, searching for the words, before continuing. “Reagan – I mean, Kisses – she looks so happy when she talks about you, and when she’s doing something you’ve told her to do. And when we do our classes, it’s fun to learn things, but we’re learning them so we can please men, and I like that.”
She paused again. Reagan silently willed Alexia to find the right words, so that Mr Riggs would approve of her.
“And then when Kisses said that she wanted you to give us permission to be girlfriends…” Alexia continued, “it’s like something inside me clicked. It felt so right, and so hot, that a man would give me *permission* to kiss another girl and lick her pussy – or tell me that I couldn’t – or even tell me that I had to, whether I wanted to or not. But… I guess not just any man? The right man. One who knows what’s best for me…”
“Do you think that man could be me, Alexia?” asked Mr Riggs.
“I don’t know,” said Alexia. “But… I’d like to find out.”
Mr Riggs nodded. “In that case I’m going to tell you to do some things, Alexia,” he said. “And you’re only going to do them if you want to do them. To please me. They may be things that embarrass you, or make you feel strange, or even hurt you and make you cry, but you’re going to do them anyway, because pleasing me makes you feel good. Do you understand?”
Alexia nodded – but she looked a little uncertain.
“And if you feel that you don’t want to please me, or if what I ask you to do makes you feel unsafe, or if our relationship doesn’t feel good to you, you can stop, at any time,” said Mr Riggs. “You can just leave, or you can say ‘red’, and everything will end, and I will ensure you are safe. Do you understand that?”
Alexia nodded again, now with more certainty.
“Good girl,” said Mr Riggs. “Kneel.”
And Alexia instantly dropped down to kneel next to Reagan, with a silly little smile on her face that Reagan recognised and empathised with. It was the smile of a girl who was being controlled in exactly the way she wanted to be controlled.
“Kisses, crawl to my feet,” said Mr Riggs. Reagan obediently crawled on all fours until her tits were brushing against Mr Riggs’ trousers.
Mr Riggs reached down and caressed her chin and cheek with one hand. He looked at her fondly.
“Kisses, how do you feel about me giving commands to Alexia?” he asked her.
This was a difficult question, and Reagan didn’t truly know. But she tried her best to vocalise her thoughts.
“I’m jealous,” she said. “I want you all to myself. I want to be special for you. But… also I want to share you with Alexia, so we can enjoy you together. And I agree with Alexia did – it feels good, the idea of having you… control my sexuality. And tell me who I’m allowed to kiss. So that when I’m kissing Alexia, it feels like we’re being good girls for you. And also having to share you feels kind of good, too. Like I don’t have that choice, because… I’m just your pet…”
She blushed. She didn’t dare look Mr Riggs in the eye, to see his response. She was so embarrassed by the words she was saying – but they were true.
“Only… I wouldn’t want to share you with just anyone,” she said. “Someone I didn’t like, or trust. But I think it’s okay with Alexia. I think I like that.”
There was silence. Mr Riggs said nothing. Reagan continued looking down – but after a while, Mr Riggs’ lack of response began to make her panic, and she finally looked up at his face.
He was smiling, and… was there the hint of a tear, in the corner of his eye?
“Kisses,” he said, and then stopped. “No… Reagan,” he corrected himself. “You are special – very special – and you shouldn’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. And you are special to *me* – because you are beautiful, and because you are sexy, but also because of the wonderful gifts you have given me, and because of your bravery in seeking out what makes you happy, even when it’s embarrassing or slutty.”
Reagan blushed.
“I intend to make you *feel* special,” he told her. “Even when I treat you like an object or an animal, I want you to feel special. And if ever you don’t feel special with me, you should tell me, so that I can fix it, and if I don’t fix it then you should leave. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Reagan in a small, breathless voice.
“The other day when you came to see me at school, I was displeased with you,” said Mr Riggs. “Do you understand why?”
Reagan felt tears forming in her eyes. “No, sir,” she said. She still felt the fear and humiliation of Mr Riggs’ rejection of her.
“Reagan, as a guidance counsellor at your school, I have a position of seniority and power over you,” said Mr Riggs. “There are reasons that we frown on teachers dating students – good reasons. I *want* to control you, and tell you what to do – but I don’t want to have that control because I’m older than you, or because I’m a teacher. I want to have that control because you give it to me, freely, knowing that you could choose not to, and knowing that you could withdraw it at any time.”
He reached out again and stroked her hair. It was an intimate, soothing action, and Reagan leaned into it, pushing her head against her hand like a cat butting against its owner.
“I don’t want a schoolgirl, Reagan,” he said. “And I don’t want the dynamic we have at school to be any part of our relationship. I could have you crawl under my desk at school and suck my cock, and it would be incredibly hot, but it would poison what we have. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” breathed Reagan.
“Good girl,” said Mr Riggs, and they were the two sweetest words Reagan had ever heard.
“Do you still want to be controlled by me, Reagan?” he asked her.
“Yes,” breathed Reagan. And then, because she couldn’t help herself: “Oh, yes.”
He beckoned to Alexia, and Alexia crawled forwards to be at his feet as well.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of each girl’s hair. Alexia made a little delighted gasp as he took a firm grip on her lustrous red locks, near the base of her skull.
“I give you girls permission to be girlfriends,” he told them. “You will be adorable little lesbian sluts with each other – not because you want to be, but because I am telling you to. I am ordering you to be selfless in pleasing each other, to compliment each other regularly, to be honest in expressing what delights you about each other.”
Reagan gave a little moan of happiness.
“You are to fuck each other, and make each other cum, and be shameless in enjoying each other’s bodies,” Mr Riggs continued. “You will be loyal to each other, and you will be good and true friends as well as lovers.”
“Yes, sir,” they both chorused, their bodies filled with deep, throbbing satisfaction.
“And I will give you a list of tasks to perform with each other,” said Mr Riggs, “some of which you will find embarrassing. And you will do them because I tell you to, and the purpose of your relationship is to please me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” they said again. And, “Thank you, sir.”
Reagan had never felt so happy.
Mr Riggs smiled down at them. “Good girls,” he said. “Now… show me how you make out with each other. Put on a show for me, while I have my drink.”
“Yes, sir,” they said, once more, and turned to kiss.
And for all that Reagan had had some very good sex with Alexia and Bunny before, she had never felt so happy kissing a girl as she did then, kneeling at Mr Riggs’ feet, and pushing her tongue into the wet, willing mouth of Alexia purely for the enjoyment of the man who controlled her…
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