The Bet "JENLISA"

7. Ice Breaker

Third person pov.

Jennie and Lisa walked past the first bedroom door, which was Jennie's regular bedroom, and headed towards the last room in the hallway. Jennie plucked a single key from the front pocket of her robe and unlocked the door. Inside awaited all of her tools and devices for play.

Lisa recognized them right away. She was no stranger to the lifestyle. Lisa marveled at the room. While she knew the things her friend was interested in (they shared this particular interest), she had never been inside of her play room.

She never needed to. Jennie sat in a vintage looking wingback chair that could be mistaken for a throne and effortlessly crossed her legs. Lisa stood at the door, unsure of what she should do. She nervously dug her nails into the palms of her hands. Jennie noticed and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"Come here, Lisa." Jennie  said. Her tone was even. She wasn't upset. This wasn't a punishment. After all, Lisa had only received the chart that day.

While Jennie expected obedience, she knew Lisa  also had to work, and it would probably take more than mere hours to memorize all of the positions. Lisa scooted over to her Master and stood, waiting for instruction.

"On your knees." Jennie ordered softly. Lisa liked the way she spoke. Her words were always smooth and soft like warm velvet. There was a calm urgency to everything she said. There was no better way to describe it. Anyone who heard her speak would know she was not one to be trifled with, but at the same time, they were put at ease. It was a skill, honestly.

"Knees together, sit back on your heels. Back straight. Hands on your lap, palms facing down. Your eyes should be focused on the ground unless I specify otherwise." Jennie rattled off the way Lisa's body should be fixed like a well memorized list. Lisa followed her instructions precisely.

"Was that clear?" Jennie asked.

"Yes, Daddy." Lisa said, letting her attention drift to the one foot of Jennie's that was stationed on the ground.

The other foot sat still in the air, carefully draped over the other leg. "This is position one." Jennie informed her. "When you're waiting for me, this is the position you should take. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." Lisa replied.

"Look at me, love." Jennie knew they were entering different roles now, but the fact that Lisa had such a hard time looking at her didn't sit well with her. When they were at the sex toy shop, Jennie noticed Lisa's lack of eye contact, and it bothered her.

Lisa's eyes reluctantly met Jennie's, and they shared silence. Everything Lisa thought she knew about herself and about Jennie were quickly changing. The way she saw Jennie  was vastly different than the way she saw her just the day before.

"Why are you so nervous?" Jennie asked.

Lisa shrugged, which was dishonest. She knew why she was nervous. She was nervous because it was Jennie.

She was nervous about punishments and relinquishing control. She was nervous about what people would say if or when they found out she was someone's sub. She was used to being in the position of power.

Not that Lisa thought being a sub was anything to be ashamed of because it wasn't, but it wasn't who she was.. usually.

Plus, it had been so long since Lisa entertained anyone romantically. She had been so busy with work.

She couldn't actually remember the last time she played with anyone. She hadn't forgotten how to have sex, and it may have seemed silly, but what if she was a little rusty? What would Jennie think?

"This won't work if you're going to lie to me." Jennie frowned and rolled her eyes out of annoyance.

She was more frustrated with herself than she was with Lisa. Perhaps she had forced this on Lisa too suddenly. Maybe she was a fool for thinking this could actually work. They were friends, and maybe that's all they could be. Jennie stood up and left the room.

Lisa watched the disappointment cross Jennie's face. She knew it was because of her, and she felt bad. She wondered where Jennie was going. Was she supposed to follow her or stay where she was? She didn't have to wonder long before Jennie came back into the room. She threw a t-shirt at Lisa and told her to put it on. Lisa did.

"Get up, Lis." Jennie said. She sat down in the chair she was previously in and sighed.

"Do you trust me?" She asked.

Lisa stood to her feet after she slid the T-shirt over her head. She glanced down and recognized the logo right away. It was from Jennie's restaurant.

They had designed that logo together so long ago that it felt like a lifetime had passed. It was just a dream of Jennie's back then. Neither of them knew it would take off the way it did.

"Of course I trust you." Lisa answered. The question was silly. There was no one on this planet that Lisa trusted more. Lisa would indeed trust Jennie with her life if she needed to.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Jennie questioned.

"You're not." Lisa replied. The way Lisa said,'You're' caught Jennie's attention.

"It's not me. What is it?"

Lisa looked away from her and contemplated lying again. Saying "I don't know" felt a lot easier than whatever this conversation was.

"Lisa."

"Jennie." Lisa said. She felt herself being snarky.

"Sorry." She apologized immediately. Jennie sat in silence, waiting for Lisa to say something. Anything that would clear the air. 

"It's weird." Lisa finally said.

"What's weird?" Jennie asked.

"This. Taking orders from you. Calling you, Daddy. We never even..." Lisa childishly clashed her hands together quickly to loosely mimic the act of having sex, "and now I'm just supposed to just dive head first into this. I need something to kind of warm up."

Jennie didn't mean to, but she laughed. The idea of Lisa warming up to sex was a bit comical. As if she was a car whose windows had frozen overnight and needed thawing.

"Okay, and now I'm a joke." Lisa said, shaking her head and crossing her arms. She was visibly upset.

Jennie noticed and cut her laughter short. "No. Not at all. I'm sorry . I understand. Okay? It's a little weird for me, too." 

Lisa softened a bit. "Really?"

"Yeah. We're definitely entering a new relationship. One where we don't exactly know what the other person will like or want. We need.. an ice breaker exercise." Jennie joked. She just wanted to relax, Lisa.

It worked. She laughed. "An ice breaker. Yeah."

"So let's just do it." Jennie said.

"Do what?"

"It. We'll get it out the way. Get all the nerves out. I won't be your dom. You'll just be Lisa, and I'll be Jennie."

Lisa looked down at her feet and drew lines in the carpet with her big toe. The idea was sound. It could work. If she could explore and work her kinks out without the pressure of having to be a good submissive, then maybe she would feel better about the entire ordeal. Lisa nodded.

"Okay."

"Okay." Jennie said in agreement.