[Prologue] Find Me in The Foothills [Sequel to Valinta] [Gentle Femdom and Romance Erotica]

It’s hard to describe the glory of Marchtime spring in the chaparral. What Southern California lacks in leafy trees, it more than makes up for in the riot of young grass blades, sprays of mustard, and dottings of manzanita and sage-flower. When spring came, the tans and beiges of winter graciously invited color into the landscape. This was Siri’s and Arthur’s view from their screen door every morning as they nibbled on toast and sipped coffee.

“We could really use an espresso machine,” Siri mused.

“You ever had one? They’re a little tricky to maintain.”

“Mmm, but it would be worth it…” Siri sipped her coffee, trying not to gag from the acidity. Her stomach was always a bit unsettled in the morning.

“Perhaps for someone’s birthday gift…” Arthur grinned. “It’ll be May sooner than we know it.”

“That’s so sweet.” Siri beamed at Arthur, touched by how much of a big to-do he always made of her birthday. “Though, as a Gemini, I’ll probably have changed my mind on what I want three times by then.”

Arthur laughed, taking a bite of buttered rye. “Is that the stereotype, now?”

“Oh yeah. The star charts also say we make a bad couple, but my grandparents were a Gemini and a Scorpio, so…”

“Hah, are you sure that’s a good thing? Your Finnish grandparents that always cheated on each other?”

“Oh God, no! My mom’s parents. They were married until Papa died.”

“That’s sweet. Well, then, there you go! The stars are wrong sometimes.”

“I suppose so. Or maybe Grandma lied about her birthday.”

Arthur shook his head, chuckling. “So, then, what’s the game plan for today?”

“It’s such a pretty day- I was thinking we could wander around the fire roads and see if there are any neat hiking spots around here.”

“I’m certain there are. Isn’t there that poppy preserve nearby?”

“There is, but March is a little early for all the poppies, unfortunately. We can definitely come out in May, where it’ll just be a blanket of them.”

Arthur grinned. “That sounds beautiful. I knew I made the right choice in choosing this state to move to.”

“You definitely did. Julian just texted me- do you know it was twelve degrees in Boston yesterday? In March? They’re still getting snow.”

Arthur shivered at the thought. “Oof…no. I hate the cold, and there’s no hiking to be had in the winter out there…I actually almost moved to Boston. It’s a great city, but the sunshine here won out.”

“We have our charms.” Siri grinned. “The green of March being one of them. Come on, let’s hurry- it’s gonna rain this afternoon, and I’d rather we don’t get caught in it.”

There was a fresh humidity in the air when Siri and Arthur stepped out to her car, the kind that comes before rain and carries a slight chill. The cool air tingled on Siri’s and Arthur’s cheeks, calming Siri’s normally flushed skin to an ivory hue. Her wavy hair drank in the moisture, a few errant curls tightening.

“Do we have a destination in mind, or do you just wanna drive around until we find something?” Siri glanced over her shoulder as she backed out of the driveway.

“I saw something on Google Maps- there’s an old campground near a place called ‘Sawmill Mountain’ if we take Pine Valley Road straight west.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ve actually never driven out that way, so I’m curious about what’s over there.”

Arthur smiled softly. “I love this. These little adventures with you. Your curiosity is infectious.”

Siri squeezed Arthur’s hand. “We only get one life. Might as well make it interesting.”

“Sounds like the Gemini in you,” he teased.

…

“This is the most pretentious thing I’ve ever done.” Aharon’s legs gave out from under him as he flopped on Siri and Arthur’s gray leather couch with an audible thud.

Elena chuckled, poking Aharon’s arm. “No it isn’t. You own several Kraftwerk albums on vinyl.”

Krista sidled up next to Siri, popping a THC gummy. “Pretentious? I’m just here for the pretty visuals.”

Arthur laughed. “You’ll have a hell of a trip, Krista. This movie gets freaky.”

“Then let’s start it!” Lex took a gummy that Krista offered, throwing a glance Siri’s way. “You want one?”

Siri nibbled her lip. “I’m such a square. I’ve never been high, and I’m curious, but I’m scared of a bad trip.”

“We’re here to babysit you, but no pressure, babe.” Krista rubbed Siri’s arm. “The Color of Pomegranates might not be the best backdrop for your first time.”

“Destroy your brain cells the old fashioned way with me,” Julian teased. “Vodka.” He handed Siri a shot glass.

“Na zdorovie.” She accepted it with a clink. “Very Soviet of us. And you know, Krista, I think I will try a gummy. Rija told me to stick to 5 mgs and eat half to start.”

“Five mgs? Siri, Rija is petite. You won’t feel five millis, babe. My gummies are 50.”

“What?” Siri laughed, incredulously. “Rija gets high regularly and hers are 10!”

Krista’s eyes flashed mischievously. “Well, lucky for you, I brought a *baby dose* for Lex. Rija’s right though- have half of this 10 mg gummy, wait an hour, and then take the other half if you don’t feel much. Arthur, you want one?”

Arthur smirked. “Unlike Saint Siri, I’ve tried gummies a few times before. Gimme one of the 10 mg ones- indica, if you have it.”

“Wait, there’s actually a difference between the strains? That’s not just an urban legend?”

Siri’s friends just laughed at her. She flushed, quickly biting the first half of her gummy. It tasted more like weed than she expected, the grassy taste lingering. It turned her stomach a bit.

“It’s adorable how innocent you are, Siri,” Lex teased, poking her cheek.

Aharon shook his head. “She’s too naive, too soft. I toughen her up so she can face the world.”

“Yesterday you watched a video of two kittens playing with a capybara and almost cried,” Elena teased.

Julian clapped his hands, gleeful. “You sent me that video! Can confirm, Aharon likes baby cats.” Siri and Arthur nodded in agreement. They had also been sent this video.

Aharon blushed, in spite of himself, while Lex decided to start the movie without any additional fanfare. “…The capybara was very gentle with the kittens. Like a grandfather.”

…

“You feel it yet? Is time all slippery?” Krista asked, smiling knowingly.

Siri squinted, assessing her mental state. “Not really? I just feel really calm and sleepy and cozy, like I just took Benadryl and am about to fall asleep at my grandma’s house. It’s peaceful. I honestly expected- huh, wait, I forgot what I was gonna say.”

Siri’s friends laughed. “THC will do that,” Lex affirmed, “We’re following. You expected to get all silly, like when you drink.”

“Yeah! I really did expect that. But nah, this is just…relaxing. I do feel kinda nauseous, though, but then again I always do, stupid Metformin.”

“You’re on Metformin? You aren’t diabetic.” Krista, a nurse, was familiar with the drug.

“It’s also prescribed for PCOS- it helps with period regulation and the weight gain. Or, it’s supposed to. All it’s really done for me after six months is make my stomach queasy and my IBS worse.”

“Too much information!” Aharon shook his head. “Siri, you can blow up my toilet whenever you come over, no judgment or questions asked, but I don’t need to hear *about* your bowel movements.”

“Now who needs to be stronger to face the world, Ronny?” Arthur teased. “Siri informs me of all the times she has diarrhea. Which is *daily*. I have never known anyone in my life to have it so often. She has to get up in the middle of dinner sometimes for it, especially if she’s had anything with soy-“

“Dear God, I’m begging you, please stop.”

“Ronny, you’re with a woman,” Krista joined, “You know about period diarrhea.”

Aharon, horrified, turned to Elena. “Period *what*?”

Elena laughed, her voice melodic. The group liked Elena. Elena could hang. “I mean, I rarely get it, but it is common for women to get diarrhea during their periods, yes. My sister gets it really bad.”

Aharon was rendered speechless. He stared at Elena for a moment, mouth agape, before turning his attention back to the movie.

“I…I never knew how bad women had it. I mean, there’s already manosphere podcasters, and now you’re telling me women have to-“ He shuddered. “I appreciate my penis a lot more, now.”

“And it’s not just women,” Lex added. “I used to get them, too, even for a while at the start of transitioning. Gender dysphoria really hits differently when you’re doubled over with cramps and crying into a cup of frozen yogurt because you really wish you had a beard.”

Siri patted Lex’s arm. “Your facial hair is great now, but I’d let you take my PCOS ‘beard’ in a heartbeat.”

Aharon shook his head again, bewildered. Siri snorted laughing, and Krista joined in. Julian was transfixed by a scene of women dying wool in the colors of the Armenian flag.

“Feeling patriotic?” Siri teased. Julian grinned.

“More or less. I’m no stranger to artsy movies, but this one really strikes a chord with me.”

Arthur was pleased. “I’m glad you like it! I watched this one way back in pharmacy school at a movie night with friends, and it was one of my favorites.”

“How’s the job search going, by the way?” Krista rooted through the kernels of popcorn for the last few puffy bits. “Any luck finding a transfer?”

“Unfortunately, no. I might have to switch to hospital pharmacy up here to have an easier time, but I don’t have much hospital experience. Pretty much all of mine is retail…”

“From what I hear from the pharmacists at my hospital, you might like it more. Retail can be really stifling.”

“I suppose, but the pay is good, and it’s the devil I know, you know? But I’m gonna keep trying. I may have to switch chains, but there’s a Walgreens in Temecula. Anyway, my job isn’t the interesting one. Siri’s been crushing it.”

Siri blushed. “I just started, babe. And I’m definitely not crushing it- I just like my boss and my team a lot so far.”

“Oh, so one of the clients *didn’t* say that the report you worked on was “gorgeous”?”

“It was just a few formatting changes, nothing special…”

“This isn’t a battle you’ll win, Arthur. Siri has downplayed her accomplishments for as long as I’ve known her. She’s humble to a fault.” Julian patted Siri on the back. “Well done, though, Siri. It sounds like this job is a great fit for you.”

She grinned. “I sure hope so. God knows I’ve had a shitty one before…”

“Corporate America is Hell. I’d be more surprised to find someone who hasn’t had a shit job,” Lex mused. “I mean, my day job is in retail management, and it *sucks*. It’s total bullshit, I hate having to write people up for nonsense. I don’t care enough about selling stuff to want anyone to get in trouble. But it pays the bills and lets me make my art, so that’s something.”

“We do what we must to do what we will,” Krista agreed. “And anyway, Siri saved enough to get these nice digs up here.”

She laughed. “Yeah, a million miles away from everything. But it’s peaceful, and the hiking is *gorgeous*. I truly can’t believe that I get my simple little life in the mountains when I’m only in my 30s. I thought people had to retire before they found this kind of peace.”

Aharon smiled- just faintly, but they all saw it. “Are you getting married up here?” Elena asked.

“Nah, we’re doing the wedding at the church Jules and I grew up going to, and then the reception out in the Newhall Manor out in Piru. You all are in the wedding party, of course! But we’re taking our time planning. I feel like we’re still sorting so much out with this move and my new job.”

Arthur nodded, patting Siri’s thigh. “If I had my way, we’d get married tomorrow, but I also want this to be perfect- especially for Siri, as this is her first wedding.”

The group digested this fact- that this would be Arthur’s second marriage. A solemnity fell over the room, and Siri had to lighten it.

“And the last wedding for both of us,” Siri grinned. Aharon laughed.

“Arthur, I think she’s threatening you!”

Arthur laughed, as well, and squeezed Siri’s hand. “And the last wedding for both of us, you’re right.”

“What are the wedding colors?” Lex asked, his artist’s mind already envisioning palettes.

“Sage green and burnt Sienna, with some lavender accents.”

“The colors of the hills around you,” Krista noted, smiling with approval. “That sounds beautiful. And also so gay. Burnt Sienna? You’re a gay man trapped in a woman’s body. Is your family coming out from England for it, Arthur?”

He grinned. “Of course. My sister will be in Siri’s bridal party, actually.”

Siri grinned. “I’ve only talked to Laura a few times, but she seems great. And Rija is my maitron of honor, of course.”

“I’ll try not to be too jealous,” Krista teased.

“You know I’d choose you if I didn’t have a sister!” Siri tickled her friend, who laughed.

“Sure, sure. Anyway, I *suppose* Rija will throw one hell of a bachelorette party for you, even if mine would be better.”

“Of that, I have no doubt.” Siri turned to Arthur. “I told Rija no strippers.”

He laughed. “I really don’t feel threatened by guys gyrating in banana hammocks.” Krista cracked up.

“Siri is way more boring in her vision for this party than I thought.”

“We’re going to Vegas! That’s plenty exciting.”

“Yeah, so Grandma can play her penny slots,” Aharon teased.

“Hey, Vegas is great! We can go drinking on the Ferris wheel and dancing in nightclubs and eating at celebrity restaurants! Don’t tell me you guys are too good for Guy Fieri’s El Burro Borracho.”

“You had me at celebrity restaurants.” Elena grinned. “Thank you so much for inviting me to be part of the bridal party, by the way.”

“Aww!” Siri hugged Elena. “El, of course! I’m really glad we’ve gotten to know each other, because you’re awesome. I’m glad you’re part of the group.”

Arthur led the conversation back on track. “All I’m saying is, if you want to see a goofy burlesque show or ‘male revue,’ I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

“Is this your way of saying you want strippers at your party?” Siri teased.

“Oh, God no. But I want you to have lots of fun.”

“And I will! Mama’s spending a late night at the Blackjack table with a cocktail in hand. I was even thinking we could see the Michael Jackson Cirque de Soleil show.”

“Oooh, I’ve always wanted to see that!” Krista perked up, practically wiggling in her seat.

“Yeah, that sounds amazing,” Julian agreed. “And anyway, you know I love to gamble.”

“Am I gonna have to hold your credit cards?” Aharon raised an eyebrow. “It’s such a burden to be the responsible one…”

“Says the guy that drinks the hardest of any of us.”

“And actually *holds* his liquor!”

…

“Suck my fingers.” Siri trailed her fingers up from the side of Arthur’s neck and rested them against his bottom lip, which trembled against the impending intrusion. He groaned, and Siri grinned, sliding them into his hot mouth. They rested limply against Arthur’s tongue. Siri smacked Arthur’s thigh, resulting in a groan as his cock throbbed in her hand.

“I said *suck*.” Siri’s normally-cheerful, high voice was suddenly all steel. “Are you going to keep disobeying your Mistress?”

Arthur began sucking Siri’s fingers with vigor, coating them in a slick, warm sheen. She began to stroke faster.

“That’s better. I want you to think about all the ways I could use that pretty mouth of yours.” She dug her fingernails into Arthur’s thigh, just the way she knew he loved, leaving lunettes on his skin. His chest was heaving with muffled gasps.

“You aren’t the only one that likes being sucked off, hm?” Siri pumped her fingers faster, deeper. “You’re always so gentle with my mouth…such a good boy…but I know you love it when I fuck your face.”

Arthur growled against Siri’s fingers. He *loved* it, whether it was with her pussy or her fingers.

Siri swiveled her hand in a corkscrew motion, twisting up off of Arthur’s lube-slicked cock again and again. With her legs wrapped around his chest from behind, she could feel his thighs tremble.

“Now, when I take my fingers out of your mouth, you know what I want you to do. I want you to moan and beg like the depraved little pervert that you are. Can you do that for me, baby?” Siri kissed the side of Arthur’s neck, feeling the heat radiating from his damp skin, and slipped her fingers out past his lips.

“Fuck, Siri-“

Siri smacked Arthur’s thigh again.

“Mistress! Mistress, please, it’s so good, it’s *so* good, please let me cum!”

Siri chuckled. “Ohh, so desperate! How cute…”

Arthur whimpered. “Mistress, I need to cum! Please, I can’t last…”

“Oh, I think you can. You just need more discipline.” Siri stroked faster, smirking against Arthur’s neck. “You’re so lucky to have me to train you.”

“Y-yes, Mistress…” Arthur’s entire body was trembling at this point. “Mistress, please, if you keep stroking me-“

“Oh, do you think you’re gonna cum? You’re such a slut for my hands, Arthur…”

Arthur craned his neck to kiss Siri, thrusting his hips into her hand. “Please…I fucking *need* to cum… I’ll be your desperate toy, your desperate whore, whatever you want!”

“Oh, sweetie, you already are my toy. See how much fun I’m having with you? But you aren’t *really* ready yet. I think we can build up a bigger load, don’t you? I’ll tell you what- if you can be a *good* little toy for me and let me edge you just a little longer, I’ll let you paint my corset with your cum.”

Arthur’s cock twitched in Siri’s hand at the thought. He whimpered against her shoulder, kissing it again and again.

“Ohh, that’s right. Don’t you want to streak this black leather in ropes of your cum? Don’t you want to mark me with your load and watch it drip into my cleavage?”

“Fuck! Mistress, you know I do.”

Siri laughed. “I might even let you take a picture, so that you have something to look at when you’re down in LA. Just a little bit longer, and then you can cover me…” Siri took her hand off of Arthur’s flushed cock, letting it throb desperately in the air without a warm, tight embrace to surround it. She always forgot how big he was once he got fully hard. His long, thick shaft was nearly purple, and his balls had tightened against his body and swollen into two plums resting over his perineum.

“Oh my God,” he moaned, “fuck, just imagining you wearing my load is getting me so close…”

“Awww, you love leaving your mark on me, don’t you? You belong to your Mistress, but I belong to you, too. Show me just how much.”

“N-now?” Arthur’s hands gripped the bedsheets. He *really* needed it to be now.”

“Hmm, not quite. Let me count you down. Ten…nine…”

Arthur thrashed in Siri’s hold. He had no idea if he could make it to one.

“Mistress, please, get on the floor so that I can look at your face.”

Siri decided not to protest Arthur’s suggestion and loosed herself from his back, sinking down to the floor in a kneel.

“…five….four…”

Arthur held the side of Siri’s face with one hand while furiously stroking his shaft with the other. His balls, which shook from his rapid jerking, nearly slapped against the leather of Siri’s corset. Siri traced circles around her breasts, giving Arthur an outline of just where she wanted him.

“…three…two…one!”

“Fuck!” Arthur gasped, breathless, focusing his strokes on the head of his swollen cock. The first streak slashed across the tops of Siri’s tits, the glaze dripping into her cleavage. She licked her lips, grinning, hoping that her display of eagerness would earn her some more.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you look s-so good like that.” Arthur’s toes curled as more hot cum plastered the soft leather. Siri’s nipples hardened at the sudden heaviness splattering her tits, as sight that Arthur didn’t miss. He groaned, stroking Sirina’s cheek.

“Fuck, baby, I have more. Play with your pussy and open your mouth for me.”

Siri laughed, caught off guard by Arthur’s sudden assertion. “Who are you to tell your Mistress what to do?”

Arthur grinned, still trembling from his orgasm. “You love it when I cum in your mouth while you play with yourself, but you’re right. It’s up to you to decide if I’ve been a good enough boy.”

Siri planted a kiss on Arthur’s cum-streaked cock. “I *suppose* that you have, but you owe me for this.” She slipped her hand into her panties, sighing when her finger pressed against her desperate clit. Siri was still so wet from cumming all over Arthur’s moustache earlier.

He grinned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good. Feel your pussy drip for me. You know you want me to paint you, inside and out.” Arthur brushed a finger against one of Siri’s swollen nipples from the other side of the corset. She felt her pussy tingle in response, desperate for more sensation. Gently, Arthur pinched, causing her swollen bud to stiffen even further in his hands.

“You’re so fucking horny. You want this, too, don’t you, Mistress? You want to swallow my load while you’re glazed with it, and I think I can help with that.”

Siri’s eyes bore into Arthur’s, a silent demand to give her what she craved. He would never disappoint his Mistress.

Arthur rested a thumb against Siri’s lower lip, tilting her jaw down slightly. He could feel his stomach coil tightly again already. He was far from drained.

“You want me to cover your face and chin so you can feel it dripping down your neck. Lucky for you, the sight of you looking up at me like this is getting me very close…”

“Then fucking do it,” Siri demanded, knowing that Arthur loved it when she got harsh with him. Her thighs squeezed together tighter. She was so close, herself. “Paint me. Paint your Mistress. Show me how much you need me.”

Arthur grinned. “Then please stick out your tongue, Mistress. I want to see it streaked with my cum when I unload.” Siri couldn’t help but feel her pussy tremble when she watched Arthur’s balls swing underneath his stroke-abused cock. They were still so fucking tight and full…

Siri did so, feeling her eyes cloud as lust overtook her. She was dimly aware of Arthur’s load soaking into her skin as it traveled down, and it only made her even wetter.

“Play with your clit, baby. I want you to cum first. Cum for me. Let me see how good this feels for you.”

Siri wasn’t used to Arthur taking the lead like this, but she had to admit- it was hot. He was gentle, never demeaning, and she loved knowing he craved her this badly.

The sudden rush of heat and pleasure vibrated against Siri’s skin. She was right on the edge. Panting, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to moan loudly, feeling her pussy shudder as her thighs clamped around her hand. Her hard nipples throbbed with the release, and the sensation was so overwhelming that she almost didn’t notice Arthur’s cum streaking her lips and chin. She gathered some on her fingers, her eyes still closed as she sucked.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous like this. So fucking beautiful, Mistress. There’s no pressure, but can I still…?”

Siri chuckled, finally opening her eyes. “Sure, take as many pictures as you like.”

Arthur’s chest fell as he exhaled into a wide smile. “You look so beautiful. And so fucking sexy. You’re such a sight like this.” He leaned down to kiss her gently. “Mmm…thank you, Mistress. You’re so good to your toy.”

Siri winked. “I really am, aren’t I?” She struck a sultry pose, leaning forward to give ample view of her cleavage, while Arthur chuckled snapped a few photos.

“And I definitely *do* owe you. What would you like?”

“As boring as it might sound, I’d love a shower and a back massage. My neck is so tight from hunching over my little desk…”

“I love any excuse I can get to run my hands all over your body. Let’s get you cleaned up first, though. Something tells me you don’t want dried cum all over your skin.”

Siri winced. “Or all over our bedsheets. I just washed them!”

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