Hello again ^_^
When I first wrote Helpless, it was what it was and that was it. As with everything I get involved in, I started thinking about other things I can do with these characters. Then I was like, "Instead of starting a whole 'nother fic, I'll add it to Helpless, and keep all of my Sunstone ramblings in one place." So, in the event I continue what I started with Helpless, I'll simply title that chapter accordingly so if you want to follow that particular arc, you can. If I continue it. Which I might. Or might not. Likewise, if I continue this arc, you'll be able to follow that as well :)
K, anyway, I still don't own Sunstone, and once again, do not take these situations lightly! Be safe!
"Are you sure this is how you want me?" Lisa asked, her hands traversing the tightly fit latex that covered her.
"Eeyup," Ally replied, her eyes narrowed on her friend. Lisa let out a grumble as she struggled with the attire for a moment, and Ally responded, "I'm just throwing this out there, but you know we don't have to do this, right?"
"I lost yesterday and the whole thing was my idea anyway; I'm doing it," Lisa affirmed.
It was a silly bet, but, a bet nonetheless. Ally was a shoe-in and Lisa should have known better. As much as she enjoyed being made helpless, for all of the willpower and endurance she had, Ally was greater practiced. She learned a lot from Alan during college. Not just technique, but how to think about the game, how to develop the scenario in a way that tipped the scales to her advantage. Of course the fact that her partner was typically bound to the point of not being able to move so much as a finger helped. Lisa though, she was a fantastic sub. She could take almost anything Ally dished out, at least when cramps or Charlie horses didn't get in the way.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Lisa asked.
Ally smiled for her. She stepped to Lisa, her fingers sliding up the latex glove, to her bare shoulder, through the latex frills, and finally taking a firm, yet not-too-painful hold of her red hair, pulling her neck taught in the process. "Am I okay with this, what?" she asked.
And that was what made Ally so powerful in dom mode. The way she touched her, the way she denounced her authority over her; it was absolutely effortless, and Lisa loved it.
"Mistress," Lisa amended as her body began to boil. "Are you okay with this, Mistress?"
Ally said nothing, she leaned forward, forcing her lips to Lisa's, pushing her back against the vanity in the bathroom. Her hands gripped the countertop as she settled against it. This was it, they were in character, and it was best they at least attempt to stay this way until the night was through. She didn't dare touch her mistress from that moment on, not without her permission of course. Ally pulled back from the kiss ever so slowly, to find Lisa's eyes closed, and her lips pouting for air.
Ally smiled for her. "That's better," she said. "Now…" she slid a drawer in the vanity open, bringing Lisa to look down into it.
Her eyes widened as she commented, "Seriously? More than one?"
"Oh, the fact that there are more than one in the drawer is so not you're problem, honey," Ally replied.
They arrived at The Crimson ten minutes early, and though Lisa was garbed from head-to-toe in a latex maid's outfit, she was probably the most overdressed sub in the room. This was an exclusive event, by Harper's personal invitation only. A character party, in which your sub wasn't your friend, lover, even your husband or wife; they were your submissive, nothing more and nothing less. As they set foot onto the club floor, one couldn't help but notice something off about Lisa's step. Though Ally led the way, she paused for a moment, observing the floor.
"How you holdin' up back there?" she quietly asked.
"How do you think I'm holding up?" Lisa snapped.
"How do you think I'm holding up, what?" Ally quipped as she fixed her glasses.
"Ughh… How do you think I'm holding up, Mistress?" Lisa replied with a roll of her eyes.
"Better," Ally commented.
"At least you haven't turned them on yet."
Finally Ally turned back to her wearing the most gleeful of smiles. "You have no idea how right you are."
"Hey Lisa! Ally! We're over here!" Cassie enthusiastically called from across the floor.
Ally led the way to their usual table, where Cassie, Tom, Alan, and Anne were comfortably seated. Cassie's arms were behind her, her entire upper body intricately entwined in Tom's ever-improving Shibari, and kept decent by a frilly red bra with matching panties. Tom elected to ditch a shirt for this evening, relying solely on a pair of boots and leather pants.
Anne was wrapped like the greatest of gifts thanks to Alan's handiwork. A purple latex top covered her upper body while a translucent, yet dark pair of latex leggings covered her lower half. Both the top and bottom were accented with white latex, and enough buckles and bind her in countless ways. Tonight, however, her wrists, and elbows were the only things locked together. Alan was dressed in a similarly elaborate suit. Also covered from the neck down, but in a one-piece body suit and cloak all in one. Buckles kept it closed, and the white chest reflected the dark crimson of his sleeves and collar.
Of all the folks at the table, Alan watched them as they walked, smiling the whole time. Almost like he knew something no one else did, and as they came to the table, he commented, "I see you two are off to an early start. You know the night doesn't officially get going until midnight."
They took their seats and Lisa commented, "Ally thought it would be best to get in character early."
"Who thought what?" Ally asked.
Lisa face dropped into her palm and she answered, "Mistress."
"Good girl," Ally replied, offering her a pat on the head, and eliciting a chuckle from their group.
"You're a douche," Lisa grumbled.
"Hey, what are you upset about?" Cassie asked.
"Yeah!" Anne barked. "At least you still have your arms free!"
"Do either of you have multiple remote control vibrating eggs in both of your goddamn holes?" Lisa barked.
Anne and Cassie's eyes doubled in size at Lisa's revelation, though Tom smiled and nodded, while Alan offered a few claps. "Well done, Ally."
"I gave her the option of not coming tonight, she insisted though."
"That was before you pushed my buttons!" Lisa stammered.
"Honey I had you at 'hello'," Ally mocked, and Lisa stuck her tongue out at her.
Harper took the stage moments later, wearing his typical mask. "Good evening, everyone." The crowd offered him a round of applause and as the claps died down, he continued, "As you all know, tonight is a special night here at The Crimson. We're all here with an obvious common interest. Typically, others and myself are here to offer you entertainment. Tonight, however, you're here to enjoy yourselves in the company of your peers. While the things we do are not to be taken lightly, I think it's safe to say we're all friends here, so let's not forget to laugh together as well."
Once again, the crowd offered him a round of applause. He nodded to his peers in the crowd, and as he was about to step off the stage, he stepped back to center stage. "I almost forgot, one more thing. Where is Lisa?"
Her heart was instantly in her throat. She was silent, stiff, and unseen; exactly as she wanted to be. Of course, good friends like Cassie and Anne would never let that continue.
"Right here, Harper!" Cassie and Anne called in unison, pointing at Lisa.
"Thanks, guys," Lisa muttered as her eyes fell shut.
"Ah, there you are," Harper said with a wide smile. "Stand up, Lisa! Let everyone get a look at you!" She did as he asked, a spotlight finding her seconds later, much to Ally's obvious pleasure. "Lisa belongs to Allison, and Allison isn't fond of sharing her toys with those she doesn't know, so, hands to yourselves, folks." The crowd let out numerous groans of discontent. "However…" Harper said. He lifted a small fob into view, causing Lisa's eyes to widen, and her jaw to drop, "…in an effort to make up for a certain evening's unfortunate events, Ally has offered to share the night with me."
That's only one remote, she thought. Who has… her thoughts wandered as she turned to look back to the table; Alan, Tom, and Ally all held matching fobs.
"So, with that in mind…" Harper said as he gripped the fob firmly in his right hand, his thumb hovering over the button. "…let us get this night started."
"Oh, fuck my-"
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So yeah, Lisa is screwed. Like, REALLY screwed. Perhaps we'll see how the rest of her evening plays out sometime in the near future...
As always, thank you for reading, and to the crew (You know who you are ^_^) for giving this a once over :)
-jm
