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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Emma kept her eyes on the road, which was probably difficult to do with Wendy and me in the back seat being the world's most unhelpful passengers.

"Emma, your girlfriend won't stop showing her tits to me…" Wendy said with a giggle.

"I'm just…look at the piercing…it's so fucking cute…" I said, my head buzzing with lust. Ever since I'd gotten settled in at AthenaTech and I found stability again, my sex drive was once again at the ‘sometimes a little concerning’ level that it was before. Add onto it that I’d been quietly obsessing over Kim ever since Emma and my little roleplay, well, I was just in a very amorous mood lately.

“I’ve seen your nipple piercings, Vi…many, many times."

"Yeah, but, you're not looking away from them, are you?" I said, tilting my shoulder toward Wendy to get my tits closer to her. There's a really good chance Emma would get legitimately mad with us, but I was too worked up to stop things now.

"No…I'm really, really not." Wendy reached forward and cupped one of my tits, t hen took my nipple between two of her fingers and gently twisted.

"Fuck…you're really not…damn, Wendy, I've missed your touch…"

"And I've missed you not being depressed and pitiful, and I'm so glad to have you back, Vi."

I leaned forward and kissed Wendy, running my fingers through her silky black hair. She continued teasing my nipple, tugging at the piercing, knowing just the right amount of pressure to put me at the edge of pain.

"Are you two still wearing your seatbelts back there?" Emma said, glancing over her shoulder and then up to the rearview.

"Like either of us would miss an opportunity to be strapped into a harness, Emma…" Wendy said. She rested her head on my shoulder and would not stop flicking at the nipple piercing, the silver bar glinting in the moonlight.

"Good point, but how about you subs do that with Brenda and me when we get home." Emma said as she locked eyes with me in the mirror. Beyond devious of her to use her domme skills to ensure safe motor vehicle travel.

"Wendy, I think she wants us to behave." I said, looking at her with a smirking glee.

"We'd probably get into a lot more trouble if we didn't have a couple of good dommes that kept us in line, wouldn't we?"

I kissed the top of Wendy's head as she laid against my chest and squeezed her tight in a hug. "So much trouble."

"Lucky us, huh?" Wendy said.

"Luckiest girls in the world." I shifted my shirt back into place, covering my nudity. I wasn't worried, I probably wouldn't be in my clothes much longer.

"Bren! We're home!" Wendy bellowed as we walked into the foyer of their mansion. Wendy's experience in belting out orders in the kitchen meant tha t if Brenda was anywhere in the massive house, she would have no problem hearing her wife.

When Brenda didn't respond, Wendy looked at Emma and me, a little curious. "C'mon, she's probably in her office."

We walked down the long hallway off of the foyer, the lighting and vibe of the house much more subdued than the other times I'd come over here at night, because I'm sure Brenda wasn't planning on entertaining tonight. This place had changed my life, there was no other way to think about it. When I stepped into Wendy and Brenda's house, I crossed a threshold. I mean, yes I literally crossed a threshold, but I also stepped into a new life that had rewarded me so many times over in the short time since I'd embraced this truly wild lifestyle.

Wendy stepped up to the door to her wife's office, a room I'd never had a need to see, and knocked three times. She pushed the door open slightly and leaned inside, then smiled. "Hey, we're home…"

Wendy was standing in the gap created by the open door, so I couldn't see inside the office, but I heard Brenda laugh slightly and say "We?"

"Yeah, I thought, uhh, you might have some interest in these girls I picked up at the club…" Wendy opened the door the rest of the way, unveiling Emma and myself. Despite the modernist cool of the rest of the house, Brenda's office looked downright archaic, with dark wooden bookshelves lining the walls, stacked with leather-bound case law tomes filled with things I'd never understand but I was glad people like Brenda could. As a bonus, Brenda also knew a lot about binding other things in leather. Like me.

Brenda looked up from a stack of papers she was holding, and it occurred to me that I'd also never seen Brenda wearing glasses. They were large and thick, which told me that someone as image-conscious as Brenda usually opted for contacts. "Oh…did you now? Where ever do you find these little street urchins, Wendy? "

"In a trash heap by the freeway, of course. But this one…" she pointed at Emma, who gave her best shy wave, "…this one is actually really smart."

Brenda set the papers on her desk, her eyes darting between Emma and me, a big smile on her face. "Hello, you two. I guess the club wasn't quite enough for you all tonight?"

"I hate the club, so it was very much enough for me."

"Hmm…" Brenda narrowed her eyes at Emma. "Something tells me you want to take your frustration that Vi dragged you into sensory overload by, say, tying her up and whipping her?"

"You're a very good guesser." Emma smirked.

"Well, I guess I have the rest of my night planned out, don't I?" Brenda tapped the stack of papers on the desk and laid them down. "These Worker's Compensation suits can wait, I think a little intentional pain and suffering is exactly what I needed tonight." She looked up at Wendy and me, who were now standing behind Emma. "Girls, go to the Suffering Room and get ready, and myself and Mistress Emma will be there soon." She took her glasses off and crossed her arms, "or maybe we won't, maybe we'll just leave you down there all night anticipating when we'll grace you with our presence."

"We win either way…" I said, putting my arm around Wendy to lead her out of the office.