Saving Sunni (4 page)

But first I had to convince them. I was vibrating with excitement at my great idea and frustration that neither one had seemed as excited as I was. I leaned forward and repeated it.

sage protested, “But what about health department restrictions and inspections and things?”

Sir looked thoughtful. “We can certainly look into what it would take. Maybe we could rent some time at a professional kitchen. It’s not a bad idea at all,” he said, smiling at me in the rear view mirror with approval. I nodded in triumph, proud of myself.

sage turned around as I was arranging myself in the back and said, “We had an idea for you, too, while you were playing. What if we—but primarily you—were to organize a puppy club, maybe have organized competitions, field days, that kind of thing?”

I couldn’t say anything for a minute, and just stared in silence at her and Sir. A puppy club? I could have this kind of thing—with other puppies—all the time? Or at least on a regular basis?

My mouth must have dropped open. “I think she likes the idea, Sir,” sage said, laughing.

“Really?” I finally stammered. “I could do that?”

“Of course,” Sir said, smiling at me again. “I think it would be an excellent thing for you to work on. We could have a field day in the summer with competitions, ‘dog shows’—maybe even some kind of fake AKC registration.”

“Oh, that’s so cool! Can we please, please,
please
do that?” I bounced up and down in excitement. They both laughed at me, but I didn’t care. It was such a
great
idea.

“It might even create some more business for The Fringe Element,” Sir said, smiling at me again. “You could have her order all kinds of costuming and equipment for them. It seems to be a fairly large group.”

“And sage’s dog bones for treats,” I added. Sir nodded, and sage even cracked a smile, not looking as dubious as she had earlier.

When we got home, Sir had both of us take our clothes off and sit on the floor on either side of him. We spent a lot of time like that, sage and I, naked and leaning up against his legs, with him stroking our hair and occasionally our faces or chests. I sometimes pulled over a cushion and curled up in front of him, like a real dog. It seemed to amuse Sir, but he never said anything. Tonight the television was on, but I was off in a dream about puppy parties and a field day. I’d never heard of any events like that, but I couldn’t think of a reason why it wouldn’t be successful.

There was already a kink convention called Decadence in Denver, an event I remembered fondly since it had been my first taste of bdsm and the first weekend I had spent with Sir. Why shouldn’t there be a smaller one for puppies, maybe just before or after Decadence? Ideas, plans, and images chased each other around in my brain like the puppies I had been playing with earlier.

Sir called my name softly, and when I looked up, he patted the couch next to him. I immediately climbed up and lay with my head on the pillow that he put next to his thigh. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them slowly down his muscular thighs while we watched. I could feel desire building in my body and was pretty sure sage felt the same way. He sat back down next to me and leaned over slightly so he could reach my pussy, indicating to sage to take care of his cock.

One of the benefits to a Master/slave relationship was the almost constant level of intensity. It made it easy to quickly slip into a highly aroused state with very little foreplay needed. Not that we didn’t do foreplay, but I found it really hot when Sir decided to stroke one or both of us off, or get a blow job, or both, like tonight, while just sitting in front of the television.

I craned my neck a little to watch sage as she knelt between his knees and began to worship Sir’s cock. She lightly stroked it, then rubbed it against her cheeks, forehead, and lips, teasing it a little with her tongue. It was immediately hard in her hand, quivering and jumping as she touched it, wanting more attention. sage and I exchanged smiles, knowing how much pleasure this gave him.

Sir rubbed my chest and started playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling at them. I always had a strong reaction to having my nipples pulled on, and my attention was distracted from what sage was doing, although I could see from Sir’s expression that he really enjoyed it. The hand that wasn’t playing with me wound itself into my hair, tugged, then disappeared, probably to pull on sage’s hair as she sucked and licked him. He moaned softly and his hand slid between my legs, pushing me open to find my clit. It was waiting for him, swollen and anxious for his touch. I was already wet and writhing, hungry for his fingers to find my nub and then my pussy. I loved to be finger-fucked, and I pushed into his hand to show him how much I wanted it.

He ignored my thrusts and began circling and pinching my clit. I could feel his movement as he pushed into sage’s mouth at the same time, and that intensified the excitement in my groin. I reached up with one hand and pulled at my own nipple. Sir sighed and whispered, “That’s my girl.”

When I was almost ready to climax, he suddenly stopped and pushed two fingers deeply into me, thrusting and hitting my spot, making me explode in an orgasm that felt like it shook the entire apartment. The spasms rushed through my entire body along with a rush of submissive ecstasy.

I felt him start to orgasm, and I twisted around. I loved watching him come, but I didn’t always get a good look, so I liked to take advantage when I could. He was thrusting into sage’s mouth, holding her hair tightly in one hand and moaning. I almost came again from watching them. When he was done, sage swallowed and turned to me, smiling. I knew she was happy she had gotten to please him, even though she hadn’t climaxed. That was what she loved to do. She leaned over Sir’s thigh, and I rolled toward her. Our mouths came together in a long, deep kiss. I tasted Sir’s come on her tongue, and I knew that it pleased Sir watching us share it.

sage and I hadn’t been particularly sexual with each other at first, but we were starting to experiment a little. I didn’t know how she felt about it, and I wasn’t completely sure how I felt either. I had dated a couple girls in the past, but it hadn’t gone much further than making out. I didn’t think sage had ever experimented, or even thought about it, before joining us.

We went to bed, but I lay there for a long time not sleeping, too excited about the puppy group, The Fringe Element, and how much fun it was going to be helping Geri expand her stock. I debated getting up and writing down all of the things I was thinking about, but in the end I just fell asleep and dreamed about puppies and huge, flapping red and purple birds.

Chapter 4

I was still excited when I woke up in the morning. I actually couldn’t wait to get to work so I could talk to Geri about the puppy club and supplies. As I flipped through the clothes in my side of the closet, it occurred to me that my wardrobe was seriously limited. I really needed to buy more colorful stuff if I was going to work at The Fringe. Maybe some nice filmy scarves, short skirts with fun stockings underneath, that kind of thing.

I realized with a jolt that I was imagining myself dressing like Geri, and wondered guiltily what Sir would think. He picked out my clothes when we were going to the club, but otherwise I just wore jeans or shorts with simple tops. If I started coming home with striped stockings and huge shawls, he might put his foot down. If I didn’t go for the quirky look, but went for Goth/sexy, he might approve. I could start wearing heavier eye makeup, fishnets with short skirts and corsets, schoolgirl outfits. I might be able to get away with that kind of thing. I pulled out my shortest skirt and a pair of three inch heels, then put on a short, tight, hot pink t-shirt on top and considered myself. It wasn’t bad. Not as dramatic as Geri, but a start. It might show those little bitches Debi and Tina that I wasn’t just some old slouch who needed a job. I was going to be an important part of The Fringe. I liked that.

I made toast and poured myself the last of the coffee, lacing it generously with cream and sugar. I took it into the dining room, feeling grown-up and businesslike. sage was sitting at the dining room table, her class books spread in front of her, scowling at them. I would have laughed at the expression on her face, but I didn’t think she’d appreciate it.

“Having fun?” I said instead, sitting down and considering my toast. I should have put some cinnamon and sugar on it. Or at least strawberry jam.

“Test today,” she growled, not looking up.

“Need me to quiz you on anything?”

“No, thanks.” She distractedly shook her head. I shrugged and ate my toast, waiting to see if she was going to say anything. She didn’t. She glared at her homework as if it was deliberately trying to trick her into failing.

“Want more coffee?” I said when I finished and stood up to take my dishes back to the kitchen. She sighed and tipped her coffee mug toward her, squinting to see if anything was left.

“Yeah, I guess so.” She slid the mug toward me. “Couldn’t hurt.”

I decided not to let her mood affect me, and hummed as I made another pot. Sir was long gone to work, but sage would probably be glued to the table staring at her books until it was time to leave for school. She probably wouldn’t notice if I sat a mug of hot motor oil in front of her.

I gathered up my purse and keys, wished her good luck with a kiss on the forehead, and left, feeling happy and productive.
There’s nothing like having a job you enjoy to make you love life,
I thought as I got into my car and drove off.

I was cheerful all morning, mentally making notes about the kinds of puppy gear we could sell. I wondered if there was a market for human pony gear in the area and where to get it, and waited for an opportunity to talk to Geri. It looked like I was going to have a long wait. Geri stayed in her office all morning, talking on the phone and looking completely harassed when she did venture out. I decided to wait until she brought the subject up again, or at least until she was in a better mood.

On one of her passes through the store, Geri said, “Debi, would you and sunni please redo the mannequins in the front window? We have some really cute new outfits. Be creative.”

I looked dubiously at Debi, who hadn’t said a word to me since she’d come in. She nodded and started wandering through the store, running her fingers over the racks, holding up outfits and either rejecting them or draping them over her arm. I wondered whether she would object if I started picking out clothes too, but decided to let her take the lead. I hadn’t done this before, after all, and I didn’t really know what was new.

I offered to take the armful of clothes to the front for her while she was looking, but she shook her head, handing me one instead.

“Can you go pick out accessories for this?” She sounded almost friendly. I tried not to suspect her of anything tricky, like letting me pick out something stupid so she could make fun of me. I looked down at the lacy corset and miniskirt in my hand. I knew immediately exactly what I would pair with it, excitedly went to find stockings and start looking for my other ideas.

Debi showed me where the wigs and standard mannequin accessories were kept, and we started working in the front window. She put a skimpy French maid costume on a mannequin and bent her over so that her frilly panties were exposed to the street. We didn’t talk much, but Debi hummed a little, and I thought she was enjoying herself as much as I was. I couldn’t help but start talking about the puppy gear we might get, and how it would look in the front window. Her eyes got big at that, and I could see that she wanted to ask questions, but she probably felt like it would make her seem innocent or ignorant.

So I started telling her about the different kinds of animals there were in the community, how they played, and the kinds of costuming I thought we could carry for them. The front door jingled as someone came in, but Debi looked up and greeted the customer so I didn’t turn around. I debated stopping my description, but I thought that if the customer was going to be shocked by the kinky community, they probably shouldn’t be shopping here. So I continued, telling a very attentive Debi my idea for a body stocking decorated with artfully-placed strips of fake fur.

Her eyes suddenly focused directly behind me, and at the same moment a male voice said, “Hello, Jessie.”

I froze for a split second, then whirled around. I knew that voice, although for an instant I hoped I was wrong.

I wasn’t.

It was Randy. My ex-husband.

I’m sure my jaw dropped. On its way down, a “Holy shit” escaped. I hadn’t seen Randy in about ten years, and would have been perfectly happy to go another ten. Or forever.

He looked exactly the same as he had the last time I’d seen him. His hands were stuffed into the front pockets of jeans so old they looked like they were about to disintegrate. He had on a t-shirt that wasn’t in much better condition, and his shaggy dark hair desperately needed a cut. There was a couple days’ growth of stubble on his chin. I thought that it really wasn’t a bad look for him, and I mentally slapped myself for noticing.

I stared at him, and he looked back at me, half amused and half challenging. My stomach felt like it was about to hit the floor. The atmosphere was so tense that I wasn’t surprised to see that Debi had slunk away from us to the shelter of the cash register.

Finally, when it was obvious Randy wasn’t going to speak, I forced myself to ask, “What are you doing here?”