The slave girl stood and leaned her body against Krista's. One hand reached shyly up to stroke Krista's cheek while the other tangled in the hair. The slave girl's lips moved closer, very slowly.

"You heard your Master, slave," Krista said, frustrated. A kiss wouldn't stop the throbbing in her pussy, but at least it would give her something else to think about. "Stop stalling and kiss me."

"Yes Mistress," the slave girl said, bringing her mouth into contact with Krista's. She kissed her passionately, tongue thrusting into Krista's mouth, covered with the taste of Krista's pussy. Each time Krista tasted it, the flavor became a little sweeter to her. She smiled to herself thinking that pussy must be an acquired taste, like wine.

As the slave girl pulled away, she looked up at Krista. "My name is Elle," she said.

"Let's go slave," the man said. "This isn't a social call."

"Bye Mistress," the slave girl said, falling to her knees and following after the man.

"Your sub is a switch," Stephen said as he walked up to Tyler.

"What are you talking about?" Tyler said. "Krista only bottoms."

"Not with girls," Stephen said.

"Krista doesn't even like girls," Tyler said. "I think you've got her confused with someone else."

"You haven't been paying attention," Stephen said. "I'm telling you, your sub, the one chained up on the sub wall responded to Miranda and then totally enjoyed topping my slave here. It was all I could do to keep her from coming."

"Really?" Tyler asked. "I didn't think there was even the tiniest bit of top in her, but I told her she'd be surprised by who appeals to her under the right circumstances."

"Just thought you should know," Stephen said. "If she's a switch, she's going to need to let that part of her out from time to time or she won't be happy."

"Thanks Stephen," Tyler said. "I appreciate it."

"No worries," Stephen said, turning to walk away.

Tyler walked over to Miranda, who was looking as lovely as ever.

"So Krista responded to you?" he asked.

"Quite well, in fact," Miranda said.

"Permission given," Tyler said, handing her a key. "But make her go all the way. If there's something there, she'll do it. If not, she won't. Either way, she'll know."

Krista hung from the ceiling and wanted to cry. People were looking at her and she glared at them all for leaving her here in this state. It was crazy. Why would none of them let her come? What on earth could be the benefit of that rule?

"Probably just to drive me crazy," she said to herself.

"Talking to yourself again dear?" Miranda asked. It seemed as if she had materialized from thin air. "That's becoming a bit of habit."

"Go away Miranda," Krista said.

"You will address me as Mistress," Miranda said, swatting Krista's thigh with the riding crop.

"Fine," Krista yelled, tears stinging her eyes. That thing hurt a lot more than she thought it would. "Go away Mistress."

"Oh, Krista," Miranda said. "You will be punished for your lack of manners."

"Punish me then," Krista said. "I don't care."

Miranda reached out a firm hand and grabbed Krista by the hair. She pulled until Krista's ear made contact with her lips.

"You will," Miranda whispered, "since I and I alone have been given leave to ease your suffering. I think I will let you stew for awhile since you were so quick to send me away."

Miranda let go of Krista and began to turn away.

"No wait," Krista said frantically. "I'm sorry Mistress. PLEASE! Please come back. I'll be good I swear."

"Sorry kitten," Miranda said. "I think it will be good for you to learn some manners. Every person in this club right now is your Master or Mistress. That's what it means to be chained. Sit there for a while and think about treating your Masters and Mistresses more courteously."

Miranda walked away, leaving Krista alone.

Tyler looked over at Krista and was surprised to find her alone. Miranda had left with her key not two minutes before. He walked over to find out what was going on.

"Tyler," Krista said. "Please let me down. Take me to one of the rooms in the back and do anything with me, but please don't leave me here like this."

"Where's Miranda? She would take care of you if you would let her," Tyler said.

"She left," Krista said, a tear tracing slowly down her cheek. "I mouthed off and she left. I am so frustrated Tyler. I don't understand what's going on with me and I thought she came over to taunt me some more. So I told her to go away.

"Now I'm hanging here from this chain hornier than I have ever been in my life and the only people who have touched me tonight have been girls. I don't even like girls Tyler. At least I didn't think I did. I'm so confused."

"You're thinking too much," Tyler said. "If you stop thinking and just do what comes naturally, you'll find this will all be a lot easier."

"So you'll let me down?" Krista asked. "I promise to stop thinking if you let me down."

"That's for Miranda to decide," Tyler said. "She's the one that's got your key."

Walking away was hard and he knew that Krista probably hated him right now, but it was an important part of her training. He went back to the chair where he had been sitting and turned so he could watch. Miranda wouldn't leave Krista for long.

A few minutes later Miranda walked up to Krista and stood in front of her with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm sorry Mistress," Krista said. "Please forgive me."

"Your attitude seems to have improved I see," Miranda said.

"It's been a weird day for me," Krista said honestly. "I was out of sorts and I'm truly sorry."

"You're forgiven, kitten," Miranda said, stroking the side of Krista's face. "I imagine it has been a hard day for you. Your Master thought you didn't like girls, you know. How did he get that impression?"

"That's what I told him Mistress," Krista said. "Up until today, it has always been the truth."

"So what changed today?" Miranda asked.

"I don't know," Krista said, letting the tears that had risen in her eyes fall down her cheeks. "Everything has gotten so confused in my brain. I don't know who I am. I don't know what I think anymore. I just know I want you to kiss me again. Please."

"Oh kitten," Miranda said, wiping Krista's tears. "There's nothing wrong with you and what you're feeling. It's only that society has made you think that it's wrong. It's natural to appreciate beauty and women are beautiful. You're beautiful."

Miranda leaned in and laid a gentle kiss on Krista's lips. Krista responded, opening her quivering lips and letting Miranda inside not just her mouth but her emotional walls as well. She kissed Krista softly, sweetly, letting the beauty of two women together be their bond.

Miranda decided there was no room for tops or bottoms tonight. Krista was too raw emotionally. She reached down and released the clamps on Krista's chest letting them fall to the floor. Lowering her head, she gently sucked on Krista's nipples, soothing them with soft licks of her tongue.

"Do you want to come to my private room?" Miranda asked.

"What about Tyler?" Krista asked.

"He wouldn't have given me the key to unlock you if he minded," Miranda said. "But do you truly want to?"

"Yes Mistress, please," Krista begged.

"It's what you want?" Miranda asked. "To be with me?"

"Yes Mistress," Krista said, looking at her, tears still running down her cheeks. "But I'm afraid. I don't know what to do, or how to please you. What if I can't?"

"It will come to you kitten," Miranda said, trying not to let Krista's tears break her heart. "Everyone starts out somewhere. And I will help."

Miranda reached up to unlock the chain holding Krista's arms in place above her head. Krista let her arms fall around Miranda's neck and pulled her close. She kissed Miranda deeply on the mouth, penetrating Miranda's lips and tangling their tongues together. Their bodies pressed against each other and Krista acknowledged to herself that she was happy to be there.

"Come on kitten," Miranda said, leading her towards the private rooms.

Chapter 18.

"This is not like the other room I've been in, Mistress," Krista said as she entered.

The room was much smaller and decorated in shades of light purple. Like the first room, there were shelves containing various items of sexual nature, but only two, one on each side of the bed. There was also a small refrigerator and a table with two chairs. And there weren't any of the strange devices.

"Each room is different," Miranda said, taking a seat in one of the chairs. "Undoubtedly, the first room you entered was the aEverything' room. Tyler likes to have everything available the first time he works on a new sub since he never knows where her tastes might lie. This is aThe Lovers' room. It only contains things to increase pleasure, nothing that will hurt you."

"I thought you like to cause pain, Mistress," Krista said, nodding towards the riding crop.

"I do," Miranda said, slipping the strap off her hand and letting it fall on the floor. "You need something softer tonight," Miranda said. "You've wrapped your vulnerability around you tonight, maybe because this is such a drastic change from what you thought you knew about yourself. Maybe because it's the only thing you have to hide behind since you walked into the club already naked. Regardless, this is the only room I would have used tonight. You look as if you might break and that is not my intent."

"What is your intent," Krista asked, still standing next to the door.

"To unleash a part of you that you didn't know existed and help you come to grips with it," Miranda said.

"What if it really doesn't exist?" Krista asked.

"It's too late for that kitten and you know it," Miranda said, leaning over the edge of the chair and opening the refrigerator. She pulled a small bottle out of the fridge and a soda and set them both on the table before grabbing two glasses off the top.

"If you had kissed me and felt nothing, then it would have been possible. But that was not the case. If you don't want this, or would rather hide from it, speak your safe word. I don't think that you will, though. You are too strong to hide from something once you know it exists."

"How do you know?" Krista asked.

"I don't know," Miranda replied, filling the glasses with a small amount of the alcohol and topping it with soda. "Women's intuition maybe, or experience. Come. Have a drink with me. It will help."

"Why are you being so nice?" Krista asked, walking across the room and sitting it in the other chair. She took a sip of the drink.

"Why do you trust Tyler?" Miranda asked.

Krista thought about it for a moment before answering. "Because he always seems to know exactly what I need, even when I don't," she said.

"That's what it means to be a Master. Do you think that he is a better Master than me?" Miranda asked. "More in touch with a woman's thoughts or feelings? More understanding?"

"I don't know," Krista said.

"But you trust Tyler because he always knows what you need, right?" Miranda asked, going about it from another angle.

"Yeah," Krista said.

"Well he gave you to me," Miranda said with a smile, reaching out to grasp Krista's hand. "So show a little trust, because according to Tyler, I'm exactly what you need right now."

"I guess I didn't think about it like that," Krista said, squeezing Miranda's hand.

Miranda finished her drink and stood. "Come on kitten," she said, pulling Krista to her feet. "I want to show you something."

Miranda pulled Krista to the bed and set her on the edge. She took a few steps back, and began to undo the fastenings of the corset. As each tiny eye popped loose, Krista felt her breath hitch higher in her throat. Finally, all the fastenings were undone and the garment fell to the floor. Miranda pulled the snap on her pants and dragged the zipper down. With a wiggle, she pushed them off her hips and down to her feet, stepping out of them carefully in her heals.

"What do you see?" Miranda asked as she stood before Krista completely nude.

Krista looked at her, really looked at a naked woman for the first time in her life. Miranda had long blond hair, pulled back into a severe ponytail that accentuated her face. Bright blue eyes and a lush mouth were the highlights, but all of Miranda's features were quite pretty.

Krista let her eyes continue moving downward. A long, graceful neck led into strong shoulders and toned arms. Pink perky nipples sat atop average breasts that looked both firm and soft. Tight abs topped a small patch of pubic hair, trimmed short and glistening in the light. Strong legs ended in cute tiny feet with painted toes. From top to bottom, Miranda was beautiful.

"Beauty and strength," Krista said.

Miranda grasped her breasts and played with the nipples, letting all the things she wanted to do to Krista fill her mind and reflect in her eyes.

"And now?" Miranda asked.

"Passion," Krista said, feeling her heart start to race. "Desire."

"For you," Miranda said, walking towards the bed. "For what we can do to each other."

Miranda stopped in front of Krista and tilted her face up. She slowly lowered her mouth, giving Krista time to back out if that was what she wanted.

"Please, Mistress," Krista whispered, knowing that she wanted it, but scared to take the last step. She held her breath waiting for their lips to touch.