Martha's grin was infectious, and I felt the same grin spreading across my face at the same time. She was happy, and that made me feel as if I was giving her what she needed--even though, at that point, I had no idea as to what she needed.
"I'm always happy to please you, Mistress," she said. Her hand slid up and touched mine. "There is something wrong with you, though; I can tell." She leaned against my palm. "I know your moods so well, you know."
Her statement gave me some information I could use: obviously, they'd been involved in this mistress/submissive relationship for some time, so Martha knew Olivia in . . . very intimate ways. But by saying she knew her moods-- This was going to be tricky, because I could slip up and give myself away if I wasn't careful.
Or, if I didn't come up with a convincing lie.
I walked over to the sofa. "I don't feel right tonight," I said while sitting. "I don't know why--I'm just off tonight." I looked up, smiling. "Not very mistressy, I guess."
Martha came over, but rather than sit next to me, she knelt before me. I should have expected that, but her action still surprised me. "It's everything with work this week," she said, and there wasn't any need to elaborate. "Your mind isn't on us tonight."
"You're right," I said, but I was thinking, Will it ever be? Could I ever be the mistress that the real Olivia was? Would I ever fool Martha? Was she going to figure out that I wasn't who she thought I was? "The last couple of days have been overwhelming. I don't have . . ." I shook my head. "My head isn't in the right place this moment."
Martha smiled. "Maybe I could do something that would get it in the right place?"
I thought, Here comes the offer of sex, but tried not to let that thought show on my face. "What do you have in mind, dear?"
The "Dear" confused her once again, but only for a moment. The expression vanished as she stood, then came and sat next to me. She put her hands upon my shoulders, and began to position me so I was sitting away from her.
Martha started massaging my shoulders and back.
It would be easy to say, "I'd been ages since I'd last had one," but this was a first for me. But so was stealing another person's life, so surprises were expected. It felt so good, though, with Martha's fingers working my neck and shoulder muscles so expertly. She'd worked beside me in the lab for a few years, and never once would I have imagined those skilled hands of hers capable of this sort of activity.
She was causing me to purr with pleasure.
"Mistress is enjoying herself?" she asked.
"Very much, love."
She unzipped my dress and shrugged it from my shoulders, sliding my arms out and letting it fall to my waist. "Allow me--" Martha started in on my back, and her experienced fingers worked my taunt muscles with what I imagined was a near-professional level of technique.
As I was falling under her spell, Martha leaned against my back. "Mistress?" she whispered into my right ear.
"I so want you to fuck me like the sex toy I am."
It was a good thing she was behind me, because I know my eyes bugged out for a second. I said nothing, imagining how I would do such a thing.
"I want to taste your fragrant cunt." Her voice was soft, secured--almost demanding. "I want to feel your fingernails pinching my nipples. I want to bathe in your piss--"
I turned my head and looked at her. "You do?" I whispered.
"I want you to fuck me with your biggest strap on." She smiled. "I want you to completely own me." Martha nibbled on my shoulder. "I never want to leave you."
I was wrong when I said my life changed when I became Olivia D'avana. Nor did it change when I returned from the bedroom. Nor when I laid a naked Martha Kring on my dining room table, yanked her legs open, and fucked her with the ten inch strap on I wore.