Denial: First Comes Addiction

Curious, Janine asked, "So what does this creative discipline you keep mentioning involve? I mean is it like spanking or BDSM or something?" .

"No, not really, I mean sometimes at first there is a little bondage involved but nothing like the masks and whips that usually come to mind when BDSM is mentioned." Kathleen replied.

"'Sometimes' there is bondage? Have you done this a lot, Kathleen?"

"Well no and yes. By no I mean I have only done it to my husband, but yes I have helped and given advice to a few women on how to improve their life. It is a little 'out there' but if you give it a little try you may find it's to your tastes. If not, well not everything is for everyone."

Expectantly Janine replied, "Okay, I'm open-minded let's hear it."

"Okay, first, it's a bit easier to display the results than to tell you how everything will end up, but it will probably be a bit of a shock. So, if you could give it three or four minutes before making a comment, to give you time to process everything it would be better."

"Okay I'm game, mums the word. Lets see it, Kathleen."

Kathleen raised her voice a bit speaking over her shoulder towards the hallway, "Honey, we are ready for the drinks." A moment later a lady walked in with two cosmopolitans and a small tray of finger sandwiches.

As the woman came in, she smiled and her eyes lit up with happiness when Janine looked up and thanked her as she came in. After she placed the drinks and sandwiches on the table between Janine and Kathleen, she took a step back and courtesied to Kathleen and said "If it pleases my lady, I brought out some sandwiches as well."

Kathleen smiled and crooked her finger towards her, beckoning her closer, and then kissed her, grabbed her ass, and said "Thank you love, I'll call if I need anything." And with that the woman, beaming a beautiful smile left the room.

Janine sat there in a stunned silence, with the sudden revelation that Kathleen was a lesbian, she was uncertain what to say. As the woman had entered the room, Janine noticed her clothing was extra frilly, everything had lace at the fringes, and her dress was very tight and short, as if intending to broadcast intimate intentions.