Amy and Dee

Puss

We went back to Sisters about once a month. The more we went, the more people we got to know. I loved dancing with Dee and occasionally we both danced with other women. I was never jealous of Dee dancing with someone else, it surprised me because she was mine and mine alone, but dancing seemed okay. We often sat or had a drink with the same group of people and although we never saw them outside of 'Sisters', they became friends.

As we were leaving one night, we spotted a poster advertising a fancy dress evening the theme for which was mistress and pet/slave/sub. I read it, but that was it. That was it until the next day when I had an idea.

"Dee, I've had an idea for the fancy dress thing at 'Sisters'."

"Lets' hear it."

"I'd like to get you done up as a mistress, like a dominatrix, but not. Leather skirt, waistcoat, heels, hair swept up, dark make-up. I'll sort out your outfit."

"That doesn't sound much like me, but I suppose that's the point of fancy dress. What about you? Do I get to pick?"

"No. I have an idea for an outfit, but I'd like to work on it. I don't want to be a sub, but I like the idea of being your little girl or pet."

*****

"I saw the stuff for my outfit. Way out of my comfort zone, but sexy as hell. What about you?"

"I'm going as your pet, pet cat. I'd rather not say anymore until the night but ... Well, wait and see."

Dee wore a corset that nipped her waist, pushed up her breasts and suspenders held her seamed stockings in place. Black patent heels, a long leather skirt with buttons down the front, a black silk blouse under a leather waistcoat. We'd fixed her hair up and used more make-up than normal, she looked dramatic and very much in charge. "It does give me quite an 'I'm in charge' sort of look. What about you?"

"Have a drink. It'll take me a while."

I had a black shiny lycra catsuit that was so tight underwear wasn't possible. I'd managed to attach a fur tail to the backside and the last 18 inches had a wire in it so the end of the tail turned upwards. I wore my five-inch black high heels and black gloves with red nails that looked like claws. My hair was held back by a hairband that was mostly hidden in my hair apart from the two pretty obvious ears. I'd enhanced my eyes to look cat-like and, with some difficulty, added three long whiskers on each side of my face. They'd been hard to put on and getting them off was going to hurt I suspected. I walked into the lounge with a bit of a slink and purred at the door. Dee saw me and shot to her feet. Her hands went to her mouth.

"Fuck me, Amy. You can't go out like that. Jesus, that's indecent."

I walked over to her and nuzzled against her arm and purred. She laughed, "Don't tell me you aren't going to say much are you?"

I shook my head. "You need your long coat or we'll get arrested before we get there. Are you sure about this?" I purred again.

I walked a step behind Dee as we entered 'Sisters' and I drew some attention. As my eyes adjusted to the light and saw the other patrons I was surprised, there were all sorts of costumes and some of them showed a great deal more flesh than I was doing. Dee went to the bar and ordered our drinks then walked over to a booth. I followed and drew a gasp from her as I sat on the floor at her feet and rubbed my cheek against her leg. She looked down at me and muttered, "Amy, don't be stupid, sit down here, beside me." I nuzzled against her and stayed where I was, purring gently.

"You're going to play puss all night, aren't you?" I nodded and nuzzled again. "Jesus, what am I going to do with you?" I wanted to say, fuck me senseless when we get home but stayed silent.

It was an interesting evening and not speaking was, at times, difficult. I depended on Dee asking me yes or no questions. Want to dance? Want another drink? The floor got a bit uncomfortable after a while so I did climb up onto the seating in the booth where I tucked my legs underneath me. I listened to the conversations but spent most of my time watching Dee and studying her face. She knew what I was doing and occasionally she'd pull a face or just stroke me. I learned new things about her that evening, one of which was how much she cared about people and me in particular. It's hard to explain why I learned these things, but maybe behaving like a cat and just listening was a good thing.

We danced a few times and it was possible to let go and enjoy myself all the time knowing that Dee was watching me and, I suspected, paying a lot of attention to the fact that I was as close to naked as it was possible to be whilst covered up.

I kept up the act all the way home, despite her attempts to get me to speak. My purring and cat noises were coming along nicely. I helped her out of her clothes and simply removed my shoes and gloves before I pushed her naked onto the bed. I lay beside her and licked her, we'll all the important bits until she came several times. I stripped off the catsuit but couldn't sleep with the whiskers still in place, so had to remove them and I was right, it was painful.

Dee laughed the next morning she realised that I still wore the cat's ears. She kept laughing as she tried to make me come, but had to pull herself together before she became effective.

"The ears are well attached and I may leave them in place all day."

Dee laughed again. "I love them and the outfit was incredible. I was so proud of you. Maybe one day you'll wear it for me again."

My reply was simple, "Yes Miss."

"Yes, Miss? Where did that come from?"

I had no idea, but I liked it so I replied, "Don't know Miss."

"Are you going to keep that up all day?" She asked.

I grinned, "Yes Miss."

All-day long I answered every question with a 'Yes Miss' or a 'No Miss' at least until the evening.

"Amy the yes Miss was funny, but there's no need to keep it up any longer."

"Why's that Miss?" I replied.

"I'm not your mistress, okay?"

"Yes, Miss." She shrugged her shoulders and I kept it up all evening and all of the next day.

Monday morning, I never used it once and she didn't comment on it.

The following Friday evening I made dinner whilst Dee was checking her mail and when I served it, I announced, "Dinner's ready Miss."

She drew me a look and asked, "Are we going to get Miss again?"

"Yes, Miss." I kept it up most of the weekend and she smiled a lot. I didn't do it that often but I enjoyed it and seeing her smile.

*****

The two of us were out shopping at a mall, an hour away from our normal stamping ground, one where there are lots of smaller boutiques. We'd already picked up a couple of new dresses each and some sweaters. As we emerged from one shop Dee dragged me across the mall to another selling leather clothing. Her eyes were out on stalks as she examined a pair of black leather trousers. "They would look good on you," I commented.

"But they would look better on you." She grabbed my arm with more force than I expected and, clutching the trousers, headed for an assistant and the changing rooms, muttering, "Come with me."

I tried to protest but recognised that it was futile and sat down. Just touching the trousers told me that they were quality leather and the stitching likewise. Getting them on was tricky and involved lots of manoeuvring the legs into place. As I stood up, I was sure that they weren't going to fit. Dee was watching, biting a knuckle whilst staring with wide eyes. It looked comical and stopped me from thinking about my actions until I realised that they were going to fit. I fastened the side zip and waist button. It was the turn of my eyes to open wide as I looked in the mirror. There were no pockets and therefore the front, and the back were smooth. Tucking a shirt or blouse into these was going to look bad, assuming that it would be possible, which I doubted. They hugged my legs, as far down as the knees, like a pair of leggings. Again, I was surprised that they were so comfortable and that I could sit down. Dee turned to the assistant and said, empathically, "We'll take them."

"Dee don't be stupid. They're nice, but my god, do you see how much they cost?"

She gave me a serious look, one that I don't remember seeing outside of work, and said, "They look good, great, and in any case, I'm buying them for me. Keep them on. Come on."

I muttered, "Yes Miss." She smiled, turned and walked away. I knew that look and realised that the sight of me in those trousers had turned her on.

By the time I got to the counter, my other trousers were in a bag and Dee had the receipt. She hooked onto my arm and marched out of the shop, clearly with a purpose in mind. A few yards along the mall she stopped in front of a shoe shop and stared. I followed her gaze to a pair of purple leather court style shoes with a five-inch heel. "No Dee, don't be stupid. We've done the heel thing."

"And I loved it, and now I am going to buy you those heels to go with those trousers and the sweater you bought earlier. Get inside and remember it was you who once said 'anything'."

The assistant went scurrying to get my size and I turned to Dee to ask, "What's this about?"

She bent down, her mouth close to my ear, "I love you, remember the catsuit and the heels from before? Well, this is for me, so do as you're told."

The heels were gorgeous and so comfortable. Staring at myself in the mirror made me realise that I looked rather good. All I heard was, "We'll take them, please put these shoes in the box. She'll wear those and can we use a cubicle, she wants to change her top." Dee turned to me, "Go put the sweater on. Go!"

I'd always been confident about how I looked and with what I wore, then I looked at my image in the mirror and let go a little gasp. Jesus, it was hard to believe that it was me and I was sure that I was going to get some looks.

As we walked back to the car, arm in arm, I did get some looks and I saw that the grin on Dee's face stretched from ear to ear. She closed her eyes as she held the steering wheel for a moment before turning to me. "I have never seen anything so damn sexy or gorgeous as you in that outfit and you happen to be my girlfriend. Wow, now let's find our way out of this car park."

I didn't bother replying because there was a great deal of truth in what she'd said.

*****

"Come on, I've not been here for a long time and once I was a regular."

I recognised the place as we approached the door of 'Pascal's'. "You brought me here, a long time ago. Must have been one of our first meals together."

"I'd forgotten about that." I didn't recognise the man who greeted us but Dee did and he beamed with recognition.

"Madam Manning, how wonderful to see you. After so long."

"Pascal, it has been too long and I may not be in your good books, but is there any chance that I could have a table for two?"

"It's been so long since you came to my place that maybe I should refuse. But who is this lady?"

"This is Amy, my girlfriend and partner." Dee beamed as she spoke.

"Then I am doubly annoyed with you. This way." Pascal turned and marched off beckoning us to follow. He found us a secluded table in the corner and held the chair for me to sit down.

As he placed the menus in front of us, Dee asked, "Why doubly annoyed?"

"Well, it's been too long since you were here and you've deprived me of seeing this rather gorgeous young lady. She's quite beautiful, possibly far too good for you." With that, he turned to me and in a lowered voice that was still loud enough for Dee to hear said, "She's punching above her weight with you, so when she casts you aside, I'll whisk you away to paradise." We all laughed and he lowered his voice again, "Order lots of expensive dishes and wine to punish her for forgetting about me." He slinked away.

Dee took my hand, "His partner is a lovely man and he's as gay as we are. What did he whisper?"

"He wants me to order expensive things to punish you." She burst out laughing. I was surprised when she asked for champagne as we perused the menu.

After placing our orders Dee stared at me. "The sight of you in that catsuit has been something that turns me on just to think about. It's not practical for everyday wear. Those trousers are almost the same, but you can wear them a lot. And I'm going to enjoy the view and the look of jealousy on the faces of my fellow citizens, male and female."

"The way you've been looking at me for the last hour makes me think that I'll want to wear them a lot. I don't want to appear vain, but I have to say they make me look incredible."

"That, my darling, is because you are incredible, but in those trousers, they take you to a new level."

The food was excellent and Pascal was never far away, checking up on us. He flirted with both of us and I loved it. Seeing him flirt with Dee was amazing and I saw something else new that I'd not seen with anyone else except me before, she was playful and giggled a lot.

"Were you flirting with him?"

"Yes, I was and it's not something I usually do and even more rarely with a male. I've never been a good flirt." She went quiet for a few minutes. "I wanted to flirt with you so badly but I was scared. Scared because I was one of your bosses and because you were so young, I didn't want to make a fool of myself. Thank goodness you took the initiative."

"I was scared too, for quite a while. Eventually, I gave it a go and expected to be looking for a new job, but I had to know. Now I do. I love you."

Pascal seemed a bit hesitant when he presented our check, but Dee handed him her card without looking at amount. I have no idea how much we spent but we'd both loved our day and it wasn't yet over.

One drawback we discovered, soon after getting home and heading right to the bedroom, was getting the trousers off. Easier said than done and it resulted in a great deal of laughter, which led to lots of kissing, which held things up even more. When they did come off Dee spent a very long time between my legs and by the time she was done, I'd asked for mercy and fell asleep.

A ring or two

A couple of days later I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a robe and rubbing my hair with another towel. It took me another five minutes to finish drying and pull on some underwear, a skirt and a sweater. I brushed my hair and decided to let it dry naturally. I picked up the towels, went back to the bathroom to dump them in the laundry bin and was rubbing in some hand lotion as I left the bathroom. I was about to head through the bedroom door when I heard Dee say my name. I didn't realise that she'd come back into our room.

"Amy."

"Yes love, what is it?" I turned to find Dee on her knees. "What the ..."

"Amy, I love you, I love you very much. I cannot believe my luck and I know how you feel about me and us. I want us to be together, a couple. I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?"

I couldn't breathe, tears were coming. This was not something I ever expected although I'd wanted it for a very long time. I fell to me knees facing her. "Dee, I love you with all my heart and have done for a long time. I've wanted to marry you but didn't think it was possible so I settled for just being your partner and lover and friend, but the answer is of course, yes, nothing would make me happier." I was rambling.

I grabbed her and we hugged until she pulled back and opened a ring box containing a slim gold band with a single diamond. It was simple and beautiful. I couldn't speak as she took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger. It was a perfect fit and looked good. It looked perfect. I smiled at her, as I said, "Thank you, that's wonderful and .... I love it and you."

"It does look good. Now I've got you."

"You always had me. But we never talked about this, I want a ring for you."

"One of us had to ask, I knew that it had to be me. Do you like the ring?"

"It's simple and beautiful. I love it. A piece of costume jewellery would have done, it's what it symbolises isn't it?"

"I'd like a ring. You could choose something but ..." She hesitated.

"What?"

"What would you think about one the same as this?"

"Matching rings?" She nodded. "Perfect, I'd like that."

We didn't leave the bedroom for quite a while.

*****

The ring was spotted within an hour of me arriving at work and there were lots of questions from colleagues. It was mid-morning when I spotted an email from Celia. 'Coffee, midday, next door. No excuses.'

We met in the lift. Celia smiled at me, but said nothing until we were seated, with coffee and sandwiches. "So, congratulations, I hear that you two are now officially engaged."

"Yeah, she caught me by surprise. I had no idea."

"Matching rings?"

"She picked this one and when I said yes, I told her that I wanted to buy her a ring. That's when she suggested matching. So, we went on Saturday."

"This does not surprise me at all. I've worked for Dee for years and never seen anyone get close to her. Sure, she dated, but there was never anything that seemed like it was going anywhere and she never revealed much anyway. I think I'm the closest anyone's got to her until you came along. I had this feeling a long time ago about the two of you."

"I was intrigued by her the night we met and then as I got to know her, I knew she was the one. Our ages bother her."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"No, never." I paused, "I love her, everything about her. If she was younger, she wouldn't be the same. I don't care."

We talked for half an hour and wandered back arm in arm laughing.

That evening Dee casually said, "Lunch with Celia then?"

"Yep." I kept chopping vegetables.

"What did you talk about?"

"Nosey girl." I gave her a look, then smiled as I turned back. "Rings, things and you."

"So, what did she say?"

"She shared a few secrets about you."

"Such as?" she asked.

"Wouldn't be secrets if I told you, would they?"

She grabbed me and I resisted a little as she said, "I'm going to have to put you over my knee and thrash it out of you." I turned; she'd obviously been joking and was laughing.

"Really, take me over your knee? Don't make threats you aren't prepared to follow up on or promises."

"What?"

"Maybe I'd like you to do that." Her mouth gaped open, but no words emerged and nothing else was said, at least not then.

*****

"Amy, has anyone ever put you across their knee?"

"No. But then I've never been that bad before now, Miss."

"Seriously, have you ever done any S&M stuff?"

"No, never." She said nothing. "But when you said that you would, it sounded sexy, actually I'd like it, as long as you weren't too ... You know what I mean, Miss."

We went to bed early that evening and had a long session of kissing and stroking. I'm not sure why I was lying on my stomach, but Dee threw back the duvet and slapped my backside. "Hey, what was that for?" I asked, it'd startled me.

"For being a bad girl. Now, what did you talk to Celia about?"

I giggled, "Nothing for you to know, Miss." The next slap came so quickly and with more force it made me gasp.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Sure Miss," I replied and she laid another one on each cheek and, dammit, they hurt. She left her hand in place and stroked gently over the landing spots. The sharp pain had changed to something else and I realised that I was aroused, well, more aroused than I'd been. I cannot explain why I uttered my next words, but I heard them as clearly as Dee did, "I'm saying nothing Miss and you'll need to try a lot harder than that."

The next blow caused me to regret my brave words instantly and the second one reinforced that. The third blow made me wince and the fourth one did something to me that I would not have believed possible. It almost made me come and I shuddered.

Dee seemed shocked and reached between my legs. There was a real surprise in her voice as she spoke, "You little trollop, that turned you on and I think you nearly came. Tell me."