Chapter 3

“It’s a nice thing to say, Miss Karin, but you don’t have to take me in just because nobody else will have me.”

The three women looked at each other and, starting with Mistress Nguyen, erupted in laughter. I hung my head. Miss Karin reached out, but I avoided her touch.

“Zaheera,” she said. “If you only knew how many dommes I had to chase off or lose their applications. Honey, they were lining up around the block for you, but I couldn’t let you go. I’m sorry, I wanted you for myself and I—”

I looked up. “You’re not lying are you, Miss Karin? To make me feel better.”

“No, honey, I’m not.”

“You really want to take me home?”

“If you’re willing.”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “After this cruel trickery…”

Poor Karin’s face fell.

I sniffled once and then nodded as vigorously as I could manage. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, Miss Karin.”

Miss Karin held out her arms again. This time I stepped forward and buried my face in her chest.

“I need to introduce you to my family first,” she said. “You know Betty Nguyen. She’s my mistress.”

The commandant softened immediately into a radiant smile and leaned forward to brush her cheek against mine. “Zaheera,” she wispered.

“This is my girlfriend, Desi.” Miss Karin gestured as the woman in the jeans and T-shirt, the one I had thought of as the alternate just a few minutes ago. She stepped forward and held out her hand.

“She’s Betty’s girl, too.”

“I remember both of you now, from the party.”

“That’s about how long Karin here has been slobbering all over herself every time someone mentions your name.” Desi said.

“I’m sorry I gave you the wrong impression, Zaheera,” Miss Karin said. “It’s not that nobody wanted you, it’s just that I wanted you, and… and I had to prove to Betty that I would take care of you before she agreed to anything.”

“Because she’s your mistress?”

“Because she runs the domme courses here. No one invites a girl into their home without Betty’s express approval. That includes me. We want our girls to be well cared for.”

I rubbed at my eyes. They had started leaking again despite the happy news. I’m going home with Miss Karin.

“Zaheera,” she said. “I have to ask… will you have me as your mistress?”

“Yes. Yes, Miss Karin.”

She held me by the shoulders, smiling.

“I understand you were enrolled in an astrophysics major before you came to us,” Mistress Nguyen said.

I nodded, currently too overcome to speak.

“Applied or Theoretical?”

“Theoretical, Mistress,” I managed.

“Impressive. And please, call me Betty. We’re not all that hung up on formality.”

“I want you to get yourself enrolled again for next semester,” Karin said.

“But, I—” Visions of my empty bank account spoiled the moment.

Betty put an arm around my waist and pulled me in. She whispered in my ear, “Karin’s paying, honey. Just go with it.”

I felt the smile growing on my face. “Yes, Miss Karin.”

All around me were hugs and kisses and words of encouragement about my schooling. I took a while to remember that I was standing completely naked in the middle of this trio of Karin, Betty and Desi. It began to sink in with them as well.

“Did Karin put these stripes on your lovely bottom, Zaheera?” Betty asked.

“Did it make your pussy wet, Zaheera?” This time it was Desi.

“Yes, ma’am, very wet.”

“She’s perfect, Karin,” Desi said, pinching my cheek. “Just perfect.”

I felt like I had three sisters now—sisters that I never had while growing up. Except, well, one of them is my mistress. And one of them is my mistress’s mistress. The other is my mistress’s girlfriend along with being my mistress’s mistress’s girl. And we do things together that sisters should definitely not be doing. A fair amount of that happening in a big, king-sized bed in Mistress Nguyen’s farm house.

This morning though, the bed was empty, except for me. I rolled over and sat up. There was a bit of a chill in the air and it made my nipples stand proud. Or maybe it was the memory of what went on in this big, king-sized bed last night. I could almost taste Miss Karin’s pussy still on my lips. And, I’ll never forget the gasping cries of encouragement from Desi as Miss Betty drove a truck through her backside in the form of a thick, black strap-on.

I shuddered just a bit, and then slid my hand under the sheet while I recalled some of the more intimate details. Miss Karin said she didn’t expect a performance like that from me and that Desi could only pull it off because of her amazing heart-shaped ass. I thought about that ass and Miss Karin’s glistening pussy while I rubbed.

The air was filled with the smell of wood fire in the potbelly stove, no doubt from Miss Betty stoking it up for warmth. There was a lingering smell of sex and also a sweet smell I recognized as blueberry pancakes. That let me know where Miss Desi was this morning. I still wasn’t sure about Miss Karin and wondered if I might have a chance to sneak a morning orgasm. I could definitely go for another.

“Zaheera, darling.” Mistress Karin called. It came from the bathroom.

My orgasm would have to wait.

“Yes, Miss?” I peeked around the open door to find her reclining in the old claw foot tub.

She smiled, holding up a washcloth by one corner and jiggling it while it dripped. “Care to bathe me this morning?”

“Yes, Miss Karin.” I knelt by the side of the tub and reached for the cloth. She pulled it away and dashed it under the water.

“I was hoping for more than just your hands.” Miss Karin’s knees broke the surface of the water as she spread her legs and held out her hand.

When I settled into the tub in front of her, she wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed behind my ears until I squirmed.

“Um, yes, Miss Karin.” Did she know I was ready to sneak one in this morning.

“Show me, my beautiful girl.”

“Yes, Miss Karin.” I wasted no time picking up where I left off, minutes ago. The feeling of Miss Karin’s soft skin behind me, and her warm breath tickling my ear made me shudder.

“Yes, Miss Karin.” I watched the ripples I was causing on the water… thought about the resilience of Desi’s heart-shaped ass… thought about the skill of Miss Karin’s tongue.

“You’ll be sure to let me know first.”

“Yes… Miss Karin.” My eyelids fluttered. “Soon.”

“That’s a good girl.” Miss Karin took my earlobe in her mouth and sucked.

“I certainly hope you girls are planning to clean that tub when you’re done in there,” Betty hollered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Miss Karin and I said in unison.

I shuddered and twitched.

“Now?” said Miss Karin.

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” That was the best I could do.

“You may,” she whispered, before clamping down on my earlobe with her teeth.

I swear the water boiled. Something about the buoyancy, the near frictionless rubbing of Miss Karin’s skin on mine, her hot breath on my neck as she entrapped me by my ear—it all added up to me quivering and shaking and generally coming apart. Miss Karin held me and kept me above water until my ragged breathing evened out again.

She took me by the chin, coaxing my head around for a kiss. I moaned as I pressed against her mouth and our tongues entertwined.

“Girls, the pancakes are getting cold.” It was Mistress Betty again.

“Yes, Mistress,” Miss Karin and I answered, both of us grinning.

I leaned my head back, nestling into her shoulder, and sighed. With the water so warm, I wasn’t ready to get out just yet, pancakes or not.

Miss Karin painting circles on my neck with her tongue was not helping.

Is this story canonical in the Risk Versus Reward universe? Or is it just fan fiction that happens to be written by the same author? I have no idea. Mistress Betty’s little farmhouse is getting a bit crowded.

Perhaps this is a brief and enjoyable stop on a longer journey for Zaheera. Maybe she will stay until she finishes her degree and then go out to make her own mark on the world.

Can’t you just imagine Zaheera as the sexy astrophysics professor—the one all the first year students are drooling over? And think of the potential fun for a lucky young research assistant.

However it turns out, I’m sure Zaheera is destined for greatness and that her new found “sisters” will always be there for her.

Any comments on Zaheera’s future or the story are more than welcome.