A New Start

Alone she sits in a room full of people, not one speaks to her, and no one looks at her. She doesn’t exist. After leaving Her, she is left empty, lonely and spiralling to oblivion. She wonders where she went wrong. Where did the words she spoke come from, not from her heart? Having a mind that speaks at will, can be a pain, as she has found out.

Having found a new place to live, a job that pays the rent and puts food on the table, she moves automatically through the days and nights. Marking time as it were. A book lays open in front of her and a coffee mug half full.

A voice interrupts her thoughts. “Hello, is this seat taken?”

She looks up to see a woman of no great beauty, a little on the cuddly side, but the voice is deep, commanding. “No, not at all. Please feel free.” She says. Pretending to read her book, she eyes this woman.

“Good book?” She says softly. Smiling she says it is all right but not an attention keeper. She puts her book aside and sips her coffee.

“Oh please don’t let me interrupt you. Keep reading.” She says in a mock tone. “It’s alright, I’m bored with it anyway. Do you live here in this town?” asking shyly.

“Yes, all my life. I am a fourth generation Foxholdian. My great, great grandfather founded this town. I have tried leaving but to no avail. It has its claws in me well and truly. You are new here?”

“Yes, only moved in a month ago. I haven’t made any friends yet, but then I generally keep to myself.” She gives this woman a wry smile. “My name is Gayle by the way.”

The lady smiles and says, “ Dianna, please to meet you.”

They chat for a while and Dianna bids farewell and hopes that they meet again. Gayle watches as she walks off and thinks that possibly she has made a friend at last and that life may not be so bad.

Over the next few months life passes as normal. Gayle runs into Dianna at the café and they spend time to know each other. Dianna on their last encounter invites Gayle a dinner party held for Dianna’s birthday. Gayle happy accepts but is very nervous on the night.

Gayle dresses in a beautiful cobalt blue pants suit with a silk white shirt, a soft blue scarf and black boots. She applies a musky soft perfume, not much just a hint. She arrives suitably late at the given address and is surprise to see no cars.

She knocks and the door is opened by a rather butch looking woman who bids her enter. Standing in the entrance hall she looks around as the “Butler” asks her to wait. The hall leads of in many directions and of course has the marvellous staircase leading to the upper levels. This staircase is beautifully adorned with, believe it or not, gargoyles made of marble.

She walks around looking at the marvellous art adorning the walls when she is surprised by a voice behind her.

“Beautiful isn’t it? My father and great grandfather found most of these pieces in rather dubious places. You look rather dashing if I may say.” She has a lustful look in her eyes.

“Thank you. Um, I thought this was a dinner party.”

“It is. Come on.” She leads her to a room where there are two other people. Two women standing next to the fireplace in a deep discussion.

They stop as Gayle and Dianna enters the room. Gayle can’t help but see them eye her up and down. Lustful smiles spring to both faces.

“Carol, Dee. This is Gayle. I picked her up at a café.” She laughs softly. Gayle blushes slightly.

The women greet Gayle, each kissing her cheek and lingering.

Suddenly a phone rings and Dee pulls out a mobile from her pocket. “Excuse me.” She quietly leaves the room. Dianna shows Gayle to a lounge and they sit.

Dee comes back in and looks at Dianna. “I’m sorry Di, but we have to go. Mum is sick and needs to get to the doctors.”

Carol looks concerned.

“Oh, I’m sorry hon, you go and ring me later.”

“Gayle nice to meet you, sorry we have to run but next time ok?” says Dee as they rush out the door.

As Dianna sees the women out, Gayle admires the room, which is eloquently adorned with early American oak. She moves to a secretary desk and runs her hand over it. Feeling the coldness of it vanish. “Its beautiful isn’t it? Circa 1923. Mother acquired it in one of her many travels.”

Gayle jumps at the voice behind her. She turns and almost crashes into Dianna. She blushes. Dianna notices but says nothing.

“I’m sorry about that, was hoping for a nice dinner so you could meet some more people. Anyway, let us eat, I’m famished”. She leads Gayle to the dining room.

Oh my what a dining room it is. It, like the rest of the house is period pieced with furniture one can only hope to own. A magnificent candelabra sits in all its ancient glory, candles flickering. A meal beyond compare is served up. They chat mostly small talk. After the meal is completed they adjourn once again to the lounge room where they sit and enjoy an after dinner drink.

“Gayle’” says Dianna in a hushed tone, “I have a secret to tell you.”

Gayle looks at Dianna smiling, not sure she wants to hear it.

She waits and lets Dianna speak.

“I am glad the girls had to go. I really wanted to get you alone. I am attracted to you. I hope I haven’t embarrassed you.”

Embarrassed, embarrassed. Fuck I’m redder than a beetroot in a green salad, thinks Gayle. She chokes on her drink and coughs.

Dianna gets up and pats her back asking if she is alright. Gayle just looks at Dianna and smiles weakly. Before she knows it Dianna is kissing her. Gayle moans and kisses her back not wanting it to stop. Dianna pull back flushed, yet smiling.

“I’m sorry, that was forward of me.” She says with more than a mocked tone of sincerity.

Gayle leans to her and kiss her softly, she pulls Dianna to her and kisses her more deeply. Dianna moans and pushes at Gayle pushing her in a reclining pose on the couch.

“Gayle, I want you. I have a secret I need to share first. I love bondage and a bit of sadomasochism. I hope that doesn’t offend you.”

Gayle looks at her, a wry smile on her lips. “Mmmmmm, you wouldn’t be chance be into Domination also would you?”

Now its Dianna’s turn to smile wryly. “Yes I am. I prefer being the dominant but have been known to sub.”

Gayle pushes Dianna of her, gets of the couch and kneels before Dianna. “Ma’am this one is submissive and not a dominant bone in her body. When you met me I was getting over a relationship that was ended by my own stupidity.”

At this statement Dianna asks Gayle to explain herself, not leaving any details out.

After an hour of explaining her relationship and the cause of her being asked to leave Gayle bursts into tears. Tears that have been a long time in coming.

Dianna pulls her up and holds her tight. Letting her cry herself out before suggesting they talk more before getting more involved in each other. As Dianna has had problems before and doesn’t want them repeated.

After chatting and laying down boundaries, Dianna decides that maybe tonight is not the right time for this to happen. She picks up Gayle and kisses her deeply and explains that they both need time to think about this.

Gayle is both bemused and disappointed, but accepts her decision. Kissing Dianna she says her good nights and walks slowly out the door. At home she is frustrated, wanting to have release so bad she regrets not pushing Dianna. Suddenly the phone rings and its Dianna.

“I’m sorry Gayle, I was taken aback with your confession. I so want you and as a submissive. I can see potential in a relationship, but I will not accept the behaviour you demonstrated with your ex mistress. I feel you need retraining so to speak. Is this going to be an issue if I pursue this?”

Gayle smiles. “No Ma’am it will not be. I would be honoured to be yours. Truth be known right now I’m as horny as hell and wish I had stayed and made you take me.”

Dianna laughs. She speaks low and demanding, telling Gayle to lay on the bed and masturbate, to do as she is told. Dianna tells her she wants to hear her beg for permission to cum and to cum loudly.

Shocked Gayle does as instructed. Begging for release after a while, she is denied. She is denied three times and then given permission to cum. At this she cums screaming loudly from released frustration, finally collapsing.