Paige POV
"Mmmm mistress you taste exquisite. May I lick more?"
"Of course my sweet. You do such a good job pleasing me at times. But you know you must be punished if you fail at your job."
"Of course mistress I understand. I live only to please and serve you."
Olivia is sat on the office chair and I'm on my knees naked with her police issue handcuffs restraining my arms behind my back. I'm licking her out as best I can in this position. She digs her nails into my scalp and I try to not let it distract my work, but it's hard. It's sending bolts of arousal straight to my core. I love it when she's pleased that I have done a good job. I flick her clit with my tongue faster and faster as she's bucking her pussy into my face. She presses my face hard into her as she orgasms. Olivia is panting hard and moaning. Those moans and positive words are what I work so hard for.
I lick up her juices while she's coming down from her high. She always tastes so good, so musky and sweet. I daren't move until she tells me to stop or I will get punished.
"My sweet you did such a good job, plus you remembered your manners and didn't stop until told. You may stop now."
I pull back and sit back on my heels with my eyes lowered. Important rule is to never ever give my mistress eye contact until told. I have to work hard to deserve that pleasure.
"Well sweet that's all we have time for today, it's always a pleasure. I'm going downstairs for a beer then going to get going. See you around."
With that she dresses and goes downstairs. If it gets physical she will always make sure im ok after. But. Tonight it was pretty much purely about getting her off and I'm more than happy to do that for her. Out of our sessions we get on very well and we are equal, just two normal friends. But within a session she is my mistress and I am her submissive. I like how easy our relationship is and there are no emotional ties other than friendship. I have a shower in my private bathroom in the office and get changed. I'm going to be spending most of the night here in the office doing paper work.
Spencer's POV
I'm sat at the bar feeling very sorry for myself. Trying to drink my sorrows away. Why can't I just tell Paige how I feel? She's just the most amazing person I've ever met. I can talk to her about anything things I can't tell anyone else about. She knows I'm gay so that's not an issue. So why can't she see me that way? It's not too busy at the bar tonight because it's only a thursday which is preferable for me tonight as I'm not in the mood for it being to loud or busy.
I notice Olivia coming down the stairs from Paige's office. Why can't that be me? They're not even in a relationship, yet she gets to touch Paige. Fuck sake! I order my 3rd beer to try and numb myself. I feel someone sit next to me and it's Olivia. She's nice enough, I'm just really really jealous of her. She smiles at me.
"Hi Spencer, what's wrong you look pretty down?"
What can I say, your fucking the love of my life.
Shit, I just said that outloud.
Olivia smiles gently at me, "The love of your life hey? Have you ever told her?"
Shes not angry, she's very gentle with me, so I decide to spill since I can only talk to my sister Alex about this. Plus I have a bit of liquid courage. Ive had a few shots of tequila as well. I spill my thoughts and feelings about her. Olivia just lets me talk and listens intently.
"Spencer, I don't want to get in the way between you too. I'll back off if you want."
I scream yes in my head but I know I still don't have the guts to tell Paige so who am I to get in the way. I explain this to Olivia. She just smiles and nods. But then I get an idea in my head.
"This may sound mad, but can you teach me how be a mistress? I am dominant inclined, so if I do ever tell her and she wants me back, I'll know how to please her."
She pauses for a bit then grins, "Tomorrow once your alcohol has worn off give me a ring if you still want this ok." With that she walks off out of the bar. Brilliant! Can't wait for this. I leave the bar and tell Anya, the bartender, to tell Paige I've gone home.
The next day I call Olivia and she agrees to help.
