The call to her aunt went easier than Tesla expected. Her aunt didn’t appear to be happy for her, nor did she express any concern. It’s not that she was prejudiced or anything. She’d never had a problem knowing she preferred women, and one of her best friends was a lesbian.
But didn’t she feel something? Anything?
After all, she was the only real family she had. Her father died of a heart attack ten years ago, and her mother died of cancer a few years later. Other than her aunt and her nephew—along with a few friends—that was pretty much it. And so, due to her aunt’s indifference, she felt a bit hurt but was determined to keep a smile on her face and a positive attitude.
“That was easy,” Nane said as Tesla hung up the phone just before midnight on Friday night, which was almost 9 a.m. in California. “Or so it seemed.”
“Yeah,” Tesla said, turning to face Nane.
“She okay with things?”
Tesla nodded. “Whatever you want, she said. I am, after all, an adult.”
Nane smiled.
“One that isn’t so young either,” Tesla said, sitting on the couch next to Nane.
“And who also doesn’t look or sound her age,” Nane said.
“Don’t always act it either.”
Nane chuckled, then asked, “How’d the crew take it?”
“Now they took it with a little more emotion than my aunt did. I don’t know, I guess they were just surprised at the suddenness of it. I think I’m the first one who didn’t return home with the rest of the crew once the show was over.”
Nane smiled again and pulled Tesla over to her.
“Anyway, my aunt is going to be sending a few things overseas soon enough.”
“That’s good. And if there’s anything you need in the meantime, we’ll go out and get it for you.”
Tesla smiled lovingly and studied Nane’s eyes. “Why are you so good to me?”
Nane wanted to tell her one of the reasons which she hadn’t mentioned yet. At least hint at the reason and slowly ease Tesla into the idea of sharing her fantasy with her so that she could think it over, rather than be hit with it full force. Revealing too much too soon could really mess things up. It had happened before. Her last girlfriend wouldn’t even hear of it once she realized just what Nane had in mind. But Tesla seemed different. More open-minded. Perhaps if she let her in on what she had in mind in little doses, it wouldn’t seem like such an outrageous idea to Tesla, who had written that she’d try almost anything once in the blog she kept.
She had been following her blog for some time now, though she never left comments on any of the entries. She just assumed that even though the blog was public and Tesla had even given her the link to it, sitting quietly in the background as a silent observer would make Tesla less likely to clam up. But if she knew she was reading it regularly, she may not be so open about her feelings and her attraction for her, and oh did she love reading about that! Along with the wonderful review she gave of their sexual encounters as well. Although she herself was usually a more private person, she found their sexual liaisons quite fun to read about. If anything, it gave her more confidence. She wouldn’t have thought she was that satisfactory in bed if Tesla hadn’t said so in her blog so much of the time. Oh yes, delighted was she to know just how hard she “rocked her world” in bed—not that she didn’t say so to her directly. She just wasn’t as descriptive vocally as she was in print.
“Why not?” Nane simply answered instead. “You’re a lovely woman. You’re smart, you’re talented, and you’ve got a great sense of humor, so why wouldn’t I want to be good to you? You’re good to me.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet,” Tesla said, leaning in for a kiss that was sweetly returned.
And then a night of passion followed by a fun-filled weekend of movies, good food, and insightful chatter led to another night of passion.
Tesla loved the way Nane’s long, lean body felt against hers. The way she gripped her firmly yet gently. The way she handled her with confidence.
The only thing she didn’t like was that damn smoker’s breath Nane always had. It wasn’t just her breath that stunk of cigarette smoke but all of her. Her clothes, her hair, everything. She wouldn’t dare mention it, though. Not after all she was doing for her. She sometimes felt guilty enough just seeing her smoke outside no matter what the weather was like. Her terrace had no roof, yet even in the rain Nane was willing to smoke outside so she wouldn’t choke on the smoke she’d become so intolerant of. On top of that, she had taken her in—a virtual stranger—and had opened up her home, her heart, and her world to her. So as much as she may want to at times, the last thing Tesla was going to do was nag Nane about her stinky breath and urge her to use mouthwash before they got close to each other. Maybe in time she would get brave enough to bring it up, but not now.
So far that week, something had come up every time Nane thought she would finally get a chance to do an online background check on Tesla without any distractions or interruptions. The last thing she wanted was Tesla herself overseeing what she was doing.
They’d fallen into a routine. Tesla usually awoke a couple of hours earlier than she did on weekends, but they rose at the same time during the week and liked to shower together. This meant that since Tesla was now out of work, Nane was never alone in the apartment except for when Tesla was out on the terrace or in the laundry room. While the idea of checking out Tesla was awfully tempting, Nane knew she could enter the room anytime, and she didn’t want to risk her catching a glimpse of her screen. So on Friday night, she would be sure to go to bed early in hopes of getting up before Tesla did. That way she could do her investigating while she was in the shower. Her time in the bathroom showering was a lot more predictable than her time in the laundry room or the terrace.
Nane had already decided that she would accept whatever it was Tesla had done, and while the girl was a great actress, she hadn’t fooled her that night at Dieter’s place when the news broadcast had aired about the warrant checks. She knew she’d done something. Or at least was concerned that she’d be accused of something. Nane hadn’t missed the horrified expression the lovely American had failed to hide and the way her hands had started to tremble. She’d simply pretended not to notice.
It all came down to love. She hadn’t ever expected to find love again so late in life, but this time around she didn’t want to lose it. She just hadn’t expected to find it with Tesla. Either way, she was getting too old to play the break-up game or get involved with anyone strictly for sex. She wanted a solid relationship built on love and trust that would last the rest of her life. And she loved Tesla enough that she was determined to hang onto her even if that meant guarding her secret right along with her, no matter what she’d done. She wondered, though, if Tesla would ever come out and tell her about it on her own.
Guess that remains to be seen, Nane thought to herself.
Tesla emerged from the bedroom looking sexy and fuckable in the new lingerie she’d surprised her with the other day after work.
“Now that is one very beautiful sight,” Nane said as Tesla approached where she lay sprawled out on the couch.
Tesla smiled. “I’m pleased to know it pleases you.”
“Yeah?”
Tesla nodded, swinging her long hair in front of her so she wouldn’t lay on it as she lay on the couch with her back against Nane’s front side. “I like pleasing you.”
“I like being pleased by you,” Nane said, nuzzling her chin in the crook of Tesla’s neck.
“I would do anything to please my German goddess.”
“Would you really?”
“I would.”
“You sure about that, Lady Tezzie?” Nane said, kissing Tesla playfully.
“I’m sure.”
“Then now might be a good time to ask you something.”
“Ask me what?” Tesla asked, giggling as Nane tickled her neck.
“To be my submissive.”
“To be your what?”
“My slave.”
Tesla laughed. “Yeah, sure, Nane. I’ll let you bind me in chains and whip me every time I don’t do the perfect job cleaning or cooking. One wrinkle in your business suits and you can spank me and send me to bed without any dinner.”
Tesla stopped laughing. Oh my God. Was Nane really serious? Curiously, Tesla asked, “Just what kind of a slave are we talking about here?”
“Nothing violent or abusive,” Nane was quick to reassure her. “It’s just I—uh…” she felt herself blush self-consciously. Not something she usually did.
“Just what? What exactly does a submissive slave do? Isn’t that all about whips and chains and sadistic stuff like that?”
“No, no, not at all. I mean, it can be for those who are into that sort of thing. It’s up to the couple, actually. Each couple gets to make their own rules. But I’m not an abuser, so you don’t have to worry there.”
“Then what’s it all about? Tell me. You’ve piqued my curiosity and I want to know.”
“You do?” Nane said, confidence rising once again.
“I want to know all about you. Tell me your dreams, tell me your darkest fears, tell me your fantasies.”
Nane smiled, then she said, “Fortunately, my fears are very limited, my dreams only consist of a happy life with you by my side, and my fantasies are—well—a bit controversial, you could say.”
“How so?”
“Well, most people don’t think adults should tell other adults what to do.”
Tesla looked thoughtful a moment, then said, “But if both adults agree to it, and they both agree to change the rules if one gets uncomfortable with anything, then it’s okay, right?”
Nane smiled again. “Right.”
“What do you want me to do as your slave, Master Nane?” Tesla said seductively, running her fingers through Nane’s golden-brown locks. “How may I satisfy my hot German master?”
“Was ich von euch fragen.”
“What?” Tesla frowned.
“You’re going to need to learn more German since you’re going to be living in Germany.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Ugly language or not, I need to start teaching you how to talk, though we can still speak English for the most part.”
“I learn fast, so I’ll be a good student, Master Nane.”
All discussion of submissiveness aside for now, Nane began to help Tesla with her German, glad to have made a start, however small, at planting the seed in the girl’s mind as to the wonders of being her well-kept and well-pampered mistress. She was determined not to fuck up this time too, as she had with her last slave. And the one before it.
And then the opportunity arose when Tesla announced that she wanted to shower that evening instead of in the morning because she wanted to dye her hair. “I function better at night anyway.”
“I know what you mean,” Nane said, smiling. “I’m a night person too.”
Not much later, they were sitting at the kitchen table with their laptops, Tesla’s hair gunked up with dark brown hair dye. Forty minutes later she stood up at the sound of the timer beeping and said with a wink, “See you in twenty minutes, Master.”
As soon as she heard the bathroom door close, Nane began her much-anticipated search. And by the time her new lover reappeared with her freshly dyed hair, she knew why she wasn’t in any hurry to return to the U.S.
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