“Baggage? What kind of toys are you using?” The Mistress moved the dildo slowly in and out of Chris and rotated it in circles, trying to widen the tight hole.

“You know what I mean. A lot of us don’t like using stuff like that, stuff that’s just a penis-replacement. We don’t need that. And we don’t need anyone thinking gay women have penis envy.”

“I don’t think what you and your girlfriend do in the privacy of your bedroom has anything to do with what a bunch of ignorant homophobes say about you. These are the same people who think God invented AIDS to punish gay people, conveniently forgetting that lesbians have the lowest rate of STD infection in the entire world.”

“It’s not just them. Other gay women get judgmental about it, too. Like you’re less of a lesbian if you use toys and stuff.”

“It’s your body and your bed. You make the rules. Straight couples use toys and vibrators all the time to amp things up even though there’s already a cock present and accounted for. You’ve got to stop thinking of toys as stand-ins for penises. The penis is shaped like this, right?” The Mistress held up two fingers. “Penises are stand-ins for fingers.”

“That’s one way to think of it.”

“Most women I know can’t come from straight penis-in-vagina sex anyway. They need clitoral and G-spot stimulation and a lot of foreplay in general. So the superiority of PIV sex is greatly exaggerated.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“I love PIV, but even I need more than just penetration and thrusting usually.”

“Like what?”

“Floggings and bondage. But even I know that’s not typical foreplay. A typical woman I am not.”

“I can see that. I’ve never seen a Dominatrix in a Pearl Jam Y-shirt before.”

“Considering you aren’t kinky, I didn’t think you needed me in eight-inch stiletto boots and a leather bustier to pop your cherry.”

“The jeans and T-shirt is a great look for you. You’re gorgeous. Your eyes keep changing colors. That’s crazy.”

The Mistress arched an eyebrow at her.

“Behave there. Just because you’re spread out on my table, and I’m fucking you with a vibrator and dildo, doesn’t mean you can hit on me?”

“It doesn’t?”

“Okay, it does. Tell me more about my eyes.” The Mistress batted her eyelashes at Chris in the hopes of getting her to laugh again, anything to distract her from the next step up in dildo size. But Chris didn’t laugh. She stared at The Mistress instead, studied her, and not in a detached sort of way. The Mistress knew heat when she saw it. Good. The more turned-on Chris was during this whole process, the better.

“They’re beautiful,” Chris said without even breaking a smile. “All of you is. But you probably hear that a lot.”

“I do but usually just from my male submissive clients. And then only when I order them to tell me how much they worship me. Great job. Good for the self-esteem.” The Mistress picked up the next largest-sized dildo and slowly and carefully inserted it into Chris. Chris raised her hips as it went it, a good sign.