Lisa rolled over and stretched. For the second morning in succession she found herself in Judy's bed. She thought back over what had happened yesterday. The afternoon had been so intense, and then, in the playroom, she'd never felt so wild, so uninhibited, so incredibly turned on. She blushed when she remembered telling Christine to 'Lick me bitch! Lick my cunt out!' She never used language like that. It was as if she'd found an inner self, free from the inhibitions of normal life.
And afterwards, in bed with Judy, then it had been soft and gentle. Sweet caresses, two bodies melting together in mutual pleasure. In Judy's arms she felt safe and protected. This is where she wanted to be. And to think that she had always thought of lesbians as having crew cuts, dungarees and Doc Martin boots! She couldn't deny it now. Her relationship had gone far beyond 'good friends'. How would she ever tell Mum and Dad? Still she'd cross that bridge when she got to it. No point in upsetting them, especially as now she lived so far from home. They didn't need to know, not yet anyway, and never the full story.
Talking of Judy, where was she? Lisa glanced at the bedside clock. Nearly ten o'clock! Time she was up and about, even on a Sunday. She got out of bed and scampered to her room to find something to wear around the house. A pair of loose fitting cotton pyjamas would do just fine. She didn't want to get fully dressed quite yet. What were Sundays for if not lazing around the house? She went down stairs, fixed herself a cup of coffee, and went off to find Judy.
Judy was in the study working on the PC. When Lisa entered she looked up. "Oh, is that coffee? I don't suppose you made one for me?"
"Sorry, I didn't think."
"Never mind. Maybe we'll discuss that later." There was a twinkle in Judy's eye. "Come and have a look."
Judy had plugged her camera into the PC and was busy with the picture editor.
"I'm looking for something nice for the album. What do you think?"
Lisa sat down beside Judy and looked at the screen. It was covered in thumbnails of the pictures taken last night. She hadn't realised that Judy and Christine had been so busy taking them. She guessed she had been too involved with other things at the time. One shot of her bent over the horse was reminiscent of the photo that had started it all. The thumbnail didn't show much detail so she reached for the mouse and double clicked on it to bring it to full screen. The camera was obviously a good one. The picture was clear and sharp.
"Yes, I like that one too. But what about this one?" Judy took back the mouse and opened up another picture. This one showed Lisa in full action with the flogger on Christine's bottom and thighs. Again the picture was sharp and clear. The expression on Lisa's face betrayed the depth of her emotion.
"I guess I got a bit carried away." Lisa confessed.
"You did, didn't you? Christine will know all about it this morning!" Judy laughed. "You're quite the little minx when you get going. And the language!"
Lisa blushed again. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise that you had heard that bit."
"Don't be sorry. We all get carried away. That's what it's all about. Anyway, how's your bottom this morning? A bit sore perhaps?"
"A bit! It's covered with bruises."
"Let me see."
Lisa got up from the chair, turned away from Judy and shyly pushed down her pyjama bottoms. Judy swivelled her chair around to face Lisa and reached out to stroke her. Gently she felt around the twin globes of Lisa's bottom causing sharp little twinges from time to time. Then she bent forward and kissed it, one kiss on each cheek.
"You're fine, they'll be gone in a day or so. Anyway it isn't a proper session if it doesn't leave a reminder or two." Judy laughed. "Now pull your pyjama bottoms back up and sit down. I'd like three good shots from last night and we've plenty to choose from. I don't normally take so many from one session but as it was your first time I wanted to have something for both of us to remember it by."
Lisa did as she was told and the two women went back to studying the photos.
"Who gets to see these?" Lisa asked. "I mean they're private, aren't they? You don't go posting them on the web or anything, please tell me you don't."
"Don't worry, there just for you and me. I don't post them anywhere." Judy leaned across and kissed Lisa. She wasn't being strictly true but Lisa wasn't ready for the whole truth, not yet anyway. It was true she didn't post them on the web but around the club... but Lisa didn't know about the club yet. Soon maybe, but not today.
Eventually they chose one of Lisa across the horse, one of her flogging Christine and one with her buried under Judy's gown. You couldn't see much of Lisa in the last shot, just her bottom sticking out covered in bright red stripes, but Judy's face and her hands reaching down to the back of Lisa's head, showed the passion of the moment. They were busy printing them off when the front door bell chimed.
Judy glanced out of the study window. "That's Christine come for her clothes. Come on, let's go and have a coffee with her." Judy went to answer the door as Lisa went to the kitchen to put on the kettle. As they chatted over coffee around the kitchen table Lisa once again found herself the junior partner. Judy and Christine had such a history together. They had things to chat about that Lisa wasn't involved in and she was beginning to feel quite left out. Judy noticed her discomfort.
"Well Christine, what do you think of young Lisa here?"
"She's got a strong right arm, I can tell you that!" Christine laughed. "It's lovely to find another playmate for our club, especially one so young and pretty."
"Club? What club?" Lisa was puzzled. "I remember you said 'Welcome to the club' last night."
Judy kicked Christine beneath the table. "Oh, it's just an expression. I just mean the three of us." Christine was flustered. She hadn't realised that Judy hadn't told Lisa about the club. She hoped she'd covered OK. "Anyway, you certainly got carried away last night. Which do you prefer? Top or bottom?"
"Sorry, I'm not sure I understand."
"Ok, which did you prefer, flogging me or being caned by Judy?"
Lisa thought about this for a while. What she really liked was worshipping Judy but when she had been flogging Christine she had felt a different high, almost as intense. "I'm not sure." She was uneasy about opening up in front of Christine. She seemed so easy and matter of fact. To Lisa this was still not something she could talk about freely. Also, whilst it's odd to call someone a stranger when you were performing lewd and intimate acts with her only twelve hours ago, Lisa still felt uneasy around Christine.
"Well anyway, sometime soon I want to get my own back. Give you a taste of your own medicine. I normally prefer to be bottom but variety's the spice of life."
"I loved your outfit." Lisa felt she had to change the subject.
"Thank you. Judy helped me choose it." Once again Lisa felt a stab of jealousy at being reminded at how much Judy and Christine had in common. "What about you? What would you like?"
Lisa felt she had to stake her ground. "I'd like a proper maid's outfit. Last night's was just put together from bits and pieces that Judy found. I'd like the real thing." She turned to Judy. "Will you help me buy it? Please?"
"Of course I will," Judy replied. "Just one point. You do know how expensive they are, don't you?"
"No, no I don't. Is it much?"
"Well, for a complete outfit you're looking at three to four hundred pounds. I know a shop that specialises in period accuracy. That's the point. Those things you get from the sex shops just look cheap and tatty. To get the correct mood you want the real thing."
Lisa was silent for a while. She was determined to buy a proper outfit. Last night her bits and pieces had felt out of place beside the perfection of Judy's and Christine's outfits. And there was another thing.
"Where do you get the collars from? I'd like one a bit like Christine's" Lisa asked.
"From all over the place but I get the from the same shop. Again they're not cheap but quality never is. But you shouldn't buy that. You collar should be given to you by your mistress. It's part of being owned." Another stab of jealousy. The collar that Christine had worn must have been given to her by Judy.
Lisa sat there quietly fuming. She tried to keep a smile on the outside but her insides were in turmoil. "That bitch turns up with her fancy clothes and fancy collar." She thought to herself. "I'll always be in second place, always second to her!"
Christine finished her coffee and put down the cup. "I must be off. I'll go downstairs and pack up." She grabbed a suithanger she had brought with her. "Lisa, be a darling, some of the bits are upstairs. Would you go and get them?"
Still fuming Lisa went upstairs to the bedroom and grabbed the few bits that Christine had taken off up there last night. Then she went back downstairs to the playroom where Christine was busy packing the suithanger and Judy was tidying up. "Here you go." She offered the bits to Christine trying not to sound too offhand.
Christine finished packing as Judy and Lisa continued to tidy. "Right, that's it. I'm off." Picking up the suithanger Christine headed for the door. Judy saw her out and returned to the playroom.
"I get the impression you're not too keen on Christine." Judy said as she re-entered.
"Well, err..." Lisa did not want to upset Judy. After all Christine was her oldest friend. However, if she couldn't hide her feelings perhaps she should be honest. "It's just... It's just that... Well, does she have to wear a collar with your name on it?"
