Aaron and I had a good sex life.  I was satisfied.  I didn’t need anyone or anything else.  We had tried various kinky things,all of which I had enjoyed.  Aaron and I watched a movie together,to get some ideas for us to try.  It was a bondage movie, and yes it did give us some ideas.  There was however one aspect of the movie that Aaron and I alone could not try.  There was a submissive female being dominated by a dominant female.  I didn’t think I was gay, or even bi, but something about that image would not leave mymind.  I found myself thinking about friends and coworkers within that context.  When I would see a lady with heels and black hose, I would find myself thinking about kneeling at her feet.  It was very distracting.    

     Aaron was out, and I had the house to myself.  I got the movie out and watched it again.  I masturbated thinking about myself being the submissive in the movie.  I was trying to get this crazy idea out of my system.  It didn’t work.    

     What was I supposed to do?  I was just your normal average girl.  I didn’t know any women who were gay or into bondage and discipline.  I couldn’t act on these ideas running through my head. Even if I could act, I wouldn’t do this behind Aaron’s back.  He was too good to me.      

     A few days went by.  I asked Aaron to watch the movie with me again.  He had already seen it, so it really didn’t do much for him.  I, on the other hand, was so worked up I couldn’t stand it. Aaron could tell.  He asked, “What’s got you so worked up?”    

     This was it.  I had to tell him.  I didn’t have any idea how he would react.  It didn’t matter.  He had to understand.  I had to tell him this.  I said, “Do you remember when we have talked about each other’s most wicked fantasies?”     

     “Sure,” he replied.    

     “Well, I have a new one.  It’s been on my mind ever since I saw this movie the first time.”

     “Well, what is it?”    

     “I’ve been thinking about being dominated by a woman.”    

     “I didn’t think you were into women.”    

     “I’m not, at least not normally.  This image of a woman beingin charge of me totally, forcing me to do things to her, just won’tgo away.”    

     “What sort of things is this woman forcing you to do?”    

     “You don’t have to ask that.”    

     “I know I don’t have to.  I want to.  I want to hear you say it, out loud.”    

     “Forcing me to kiss her feet, her knees, forcing me to pleasure her.”    

     “In what way?”    

     He was making this difficult.  “Forcing me to lick her cunt,” I said.    

     He said, “Damn.  I never would have expected this out of you. I really don’t know what to think.  I’m shocked, and at the same time I’m kinda turned on by the idea.  Is this just a fantasy you would never go through with or is this something you would actually do?”    

     “If I would do it, I don’t know anyone of that type, and I wouldn’t do it behind your back.”

     “That makes me feel a little better.  You know the idea of seeing two women together turns me on.  It’s just a little intimidating when it’s in my own back yard.  I don’t want to lose you, to another man or another woman.”    

     “That’s the last thing you ever have to worry about.  This isjust a fantasy.  You are my life.  You are my reality.”    

     “What if you do this and you like it?”    

     “Then you would have to let me do it again sometime wouldn’tyou?”    

     “What do you mean I have to let you?”    

     “I wouldn’t do it if you didn’t know and only then if you werethere to watch.”

 

Aaron    

 

     I have to admit Cybil’s fantasy caught me off guard.  However,it was a thought that wouldn’t leave my mind either.  Complicating the situation for me was the fact that I knew a woman who would probably love to dominate Cybil.  Cybil didn’t know about this.  I spent the next several days debating whether or not to tell her.    

     After a week I brought the subject up again.  I said, “If I gave you my blessing would you actually go through with this fantasy of being dominated by a female?”     

     She paused for a long time and then said, “Yea.  I think I would, as long as you were there.”    

     I said, “I know someone who might actually do this.”    

     “How?”    

     “I met her in a hotel when I was on a trip.  This happened before you and I were involved.  I tried to hit on her only to find out she preferred women.  We talked in the bar for a couple of hours.  It was strange.  We were both dominant.  We talked about various women in the bar and which ones we would like to have as our slaves.  It was a lot like talking with another guy, only he had nice tits.”    

     “What does she look like?”    

     “Tall, long dark hair, a little older than you, confident.”     

     Cybil was lost in thought.  She was having to face the very real possibility that this fantasy might actually come true. Finally she said, “Do you still know how to get in touch with her?”    

     I called Alexandra.  Sure enough she still had the same number.  I told her what was going on with Cybil.  She seemed interested.  She said, “Send me a picture of her, and I’ll send you a picture of me.  We’ll talk more after that.”                              

Cybil    

     There was an envelope in the mail addressed to Aaron and Cybil.  I opened it.  There was a picture of Alexandra wearing a black leather dress holding a riding crop in one hand.  I shivered. It both scared and excited me.  I have to admit she was a good looking woman, but what exactly was I about to get into?    

     A day later the phone rang.  It was Alexandra.  She said, “I got the picture you sent me.”  I hadn’t sent a picture. Aaron had. She said, “I love the white stockings.”  I realized what picture Aaron had sent.  It was me in white lingerie tied up.      

     I said, “Thank you.”  I didn’t know what else to say.    

     She said, “I’ll look forward to meeting you.”    

     “When?” I said.    

     “I’ll have Aaron set it up for you as a surprise.  I don’twant you to know when.”     Aaron wouldn’t tell me either.  All I knew was it was going to happen, probably soon.  I looked at the picture of Alexandra again and again.  The sooner the better.                              

Aaron    

     I called Alexandra.  She said, “Your wife’s beautiful, sweet, innocent looking, and you want me to corrupt her?”    

     “I don’t know if I’d exactly put it that way.”    

     “What way would you put it?  (pause)  What exactly do you wantme to do to your wife?”    

     Dominate her.”    

     “Too vague.  I want to hear exact details as to everything youwant to see happen.”  Alexandra made me tell her exactly everything I wanted to see happen, in every detail.  She said, “And she’s never done anything like this before?  I am really going to enjoy this.  Don’t worry.  You’ll get to see everything you asked for.”    

     Alexandra and I both wanted this to be a complete surprise for Cybil.  We decided to do this at my house.  If I had taken Cybil anywhere else, she would have known what was coming.  Alexandra wanted to come over and see the layout of the place when Cybil wasn’t there.  I sent Cybil out to get something at the store. Alexandra was parked down the street.  When Cybil drove by she walked on in, not leaving her car for Cybil to see.  I gave Alexandra the tour, showing her the living room, the bedrooms, and the room we had set aside for this type of play complete with hooks in the ceiling.  Alexandra went back and sat on the couch and waited for Cybil to return.                              

 

Cybil    

 

     I got back from the store and sat the items down in the kitchen.  Oddly, Aaron did not come to greet me.  I called out his name, no answer.  I walked into the living room.  Aaron was sitting in a chair, silent.  Alexandra was sitting on the couch.  I knew this was going to happen soon, but it was still quite a shock. Alexandra was wearing heals, black stockings, a leather skirt shorter than the dress in the picture and a white blouse with no bra.  She had a riding crop laying across her lap.    

     I was a wreck.  I was completely speechless, very uncomfortable, very nervous.  Alexandra was completely relaxed, smiling.  She was totally enjoying my reaction already.    

     Aaron said, “Cybil, this is….”    

     “Stop,” Alexandra cut him off.  “I need no introduction.  You know exactly who I am and why I’m here don’t you darling?” she said to me. 

     I said slowly, “I guess so.”    

     She said, “Sit down.”  I walked over toward the loveseat.  She said, “Not there.  In the floor.”  I sat in the middle of the floor.  I was fully clothed, but I felt naked.  Alexandra was in front of me on the couch and Aaron was behind me in a chair.  I was beneath both of them.  Alexandra started talking to Aaron.  “She’sjust as lovely as you said she was.  I wonder if she’s really as good in bed as you claim she is.  I guess I’ll find out.”    

     Alexandra got up and walked around me in a complete circle. She stopped in front of me and held my chin up with the riding crop.  She said, “Do you want to be my slave tonight?  I require complete and total submission, no playing games with what you will or won’t do.  You’ll do everything I want you to or I’m out ofhere.  So my slave, are you in or out?”    

     The room was very still.  No one made a sound.  I took a deep breath and said, “I’m in.”

     “That’s what I thought you would say.  Besides what Aaron has told me about you, you just strike me as the type.  I don’t know who’s going to enjoy this more, me or you.  Strip slave.”  I started to get up and she said, “I did not tell you to get up.  I told you to strip.  Now do it.”  It is very difficult to remove one’s clothing while seated on the floor.  It is also very undignified.  I think that’s what she was after.                               

Aaron    

     I just about couldn’t stand it.  Alexandra was gorgeous. Cybil was so excited she was shaking.  Cybil didn’t know everything that was about to happen.  I did, or at least I thought I did. Just putting the two of them in the same room was enough for me. I was ready to fuck them both, and so worked up I would have given them both a good ride.  However, that’s not exactly how it worked out.                              

Cybil    

     When I had removed all my clothing she said, “Get up on your knees.  Now sit back against your ankles.”  She got a rope and said, “Now hold your hands up and together.”  She tied them securely together.  Then she said, “Stand up.”  She tied a rope around me like a belt then tied a rope from my hands through my crotch and up the crack of my ass to the rope at the small of my back.  Then she said to Aaron and me, “Let’s go to the play room.”    

     Once in the room, she had me kneel on the floor and told Aaron to sit in the only chair in the room.  It was a simple wooden chair.  She walked around behind Aaron and said, “Put your hands together behind you.”    

     Aaron turned to face her and said, “Wait a minute.  I think you’re forgetting who your slave is.  It’s her not me.”    

     Alexandra said, “I know exactly who my slave is, and I know you are just an observer.  I want to keep you that way.  I don’t want you interfering with anything, so either we do this my way or we don’t do it.” 

     Aaron reluctantly put his hands behind his back. Alexandra tied them, then his feet and then both hands and feet securely to the chair.      

     She walked around behind me and made me face Aaron, still on my knees.  She said to Aaron, “I want you to tell this slave everything you told me you wanted me to do to her.”  His face flushed red.  He looked away.  She said, “I have the entire phone conversation on tape.”  Mockingly she said, “Is it live or is it memorex?  Either way she’s going to hear it.  You might as well go ahead and tell her.”  He was still silent.  She said to me, “And you thought this was all your fantasy.  Your man had some very perverted ideas of his own for you.”  She said to Aaron, “Tell her, now!”    

     Aaron said, “I said I wanted you to make her fantasy come true.”    

     “Yes.  You said that, but her fantasy was not near as detailed as your fantasy.  Tell her your version.”    

     “I wanted you to tie her up.”    

     “Go on.”    

     “I wanted you to whip her.”    

     “How hard?”    

     “Very.  As hard as she could stand.”    

     “Then what?”    

     “I wanted you to make her eat your pussy.”    

     “Don’t worry.  She’ll be doing that soon enough.”  She looked down at me.  “You’ve been looking forward to that haven’t you slut?”     

     I was silent, stunned.  Alexandra was looking into my eyes. I finally said meekly, “Yes.”    

     She said to Aaron, “What else did you want me to do to her?”    

     “Fuck her.”    

     “How?”    

     “I wanted you to fuck her with a strap on cock.  I wanted you to fuck her doggy style.  I wanted to hear her scream and beg for more.”    

     It was very clear that everything he wanted to see was about to happen.  I don’t think I would have been able to say it, but truth is I wanted it too.  Aaron sitting there helpless watching only added to the thrill of it all.  I was completely at Alexandra’s mercy.  Aaron could not rescue me.

     Alexandra had me to stand.  She untied the rope that went through my legs and tied my hands to the rope from the ceiling. She then went over to the wall and pulled them tight.  Then she went over to Aaron.  She said to me, “I want you to know just how much your man enjoys watching me punish you.”  She undid his pants and pulled them to his knees, freeing his fully erect cock.    

     The first few swings with the riding crop were very light.  It was a tease.  There was this extreme tension in the air.  There was a sense of confidence with these little light swings.  I was very aware she could hurt me with that thing if she wanted to.  I had a feeling she wanted to.  She said to me, “When you’ve had enough and you want me to stop, you’re going to have to convince me that I’ll enjoy you more untied than I enjoy whipping you.  You’re going tohave to convince me how much you want to pleasure me.”    

     The swings got more severe.  I started grunting and finally calling out.  The full weight of what she had just said was sinking in.  I said, “Please that’s enough.”    

     “Why should I stop?” she said.    

     “I’ll do anything.”    

     “I know that, but why would I enjoy stopping more than continuing?”    

     “I want to lick your cunt.”    

     “I know that too, you little slut.  You’ve had your eyes on my legs all evening.  Are you sure you’ve never done this with a woman?”    

     “Never.”    

     “You’ve been thinking about though haven’t you?”    

     “Yes.”    

     “Every time you see a good looking woman I bet you think about getting on your knees for her don’t you?”    

     “Yes.”  I couldn’t hide anything, not in this situation.    

     She looked over at Aaron.  She said, “I don’t think your man here could stand to see you do that to me.  I think he would come just sitting there.  It would be a shame to waste all that come wouldn’t it?”    

     “Yes,”  I said.  I didn’t realize what she had in mind.                              

 

Aaron    

 

     I was going completely nuts.  If I couldn’t join in, I would have at least masturbated if my hands weren’t tied.  Alexandra walked over toward me, got on her knees in front of me and started sucking my cock.  It took me completely by surprise and it didn’t take long till I released into her mouth.  She got up without aword and went over and kissed Cybil on the mouth.                              

 

Cybil    

 

     Alexandra kissed me after sucking Aaron’s cock.  She passed his come over from her mouth to mine.  It was somewhat of a cruel joke she was pulling on me, making me swallow his come, but not letting me suck him off.      

     She walked around and started untying me.  Aaron was fully hard again.  I don’t think he ever lost it.  When I was completely untied, Alexandra turned her back to me and said, “Remove myskirt.”  While I did that she took off her blouse leaving her in only garter belt and stockings.  She got down on the floor and said to me, “Come here.  It’s time for you to do what you’ve been dreaming about.”    

     I got on all fours in front of her.  She didn’t say anything. She let me work up my nerve at my own pace.  Before I realized it my mouth was on her cunt.  I was licking and sucking and exploring her flesh.  She was slowly responding.  Moaning, rolling her hips up to meet my mouth.  She started talking dirty to me when she got close to coming.  She said, “That’s it you little cunt eating slut. Do it to me.”    

     After she came she said, “Don’t move.  Stay on your knees.” She went out of the room and came back wearing a strap on cock.She walked up behind me and said, “Face against the floorslave.”  She entered me and started fucking hard and fast.  I reached back to massage my clit.  I came somewhat more violently than normal, shaking and bucking.  Afterwards Alexandra said to me,”Stay on the floor.  Don’t get up.”    

     Alexandra got up and got completely dressed.  She put somethings in a bag she had with her.  It was apparent she was about to leave.  She said to me, “Don’t untie him for a while.  You need to rest first.”  Then she walked over to Aaron, kissed him and said, “Thank You.”  She went out the door.  I was still on the floor exhausted.

 

 

 

 

Yes, it was beautiful. Spectacular, really. Beth and I had stopped at a roadside park to have a look. It was mountainous country and the park was basically a lookout, with a sidewalk and a stone fence serving as a railing. It was sunny and there was just a little bit of mist, some of it below us. The whole valley was a checkerboard of farms, wooded areas and a couple of church steeples indicating towns hidden among the trees. It was morning– about 9AM–and we had the park to ourselves.

There was a paved path going in one direction, following the ledge, and we decided to follow it and see where it went. Well, I always like any kind of exploring, and Beth went along with it. After about 75 feet, it led to another lookout point, complete with paved area and stone fence. We could barely see the other area and couldn’t see our car any more. The place remained deserted and very quiet–we would hear a car long before it reached the parking lot.

I commented to Beth how great it was. She agreed, but I knew she wasn’t as intrigued by the opportunity to look at a whole valley from above as I was. She mentioned how deserted the place was. I was still looking out over the valley and she came up behind me. She hugged me around the middle of my body, pressing her body against mine. I was standing about a foot from the railing, leaning on it just a little with my hands. She just stood there, hugging me. I felt the side of her head against my back.

One of her hands slid down and cupped my cock! This wasn’t like Beth. I almost said something, but just stood there. Her hand started rubbing and working. I couldn’t believe it. Her other arm was still tight around my body. Then both of her hands were down at my cock and unzipping my zipper. This was *definitely* not like Beth! Her fingers found my cock and pulled it out. Then with one hand pressed to my pants, the other hand started stroking my cock. It was already enlarging–now it started to get hard. She just stroked on and on, slowly.

I wondered about Beth. She really wasn’t in to playing with my cock as far as I knew. And she *certainly* didn’t start things like this! She continued to stroke. Then her fingers left my cock and I felt her unbuckling my belt! We were still both completely silent. She had my belt open and opened my pants. She took hold of my cock again while she pulled my pants down with her other hand and left them bunched around my ankles. Then she stretched my briefs to get my cock back through the slit and pushed them down with my pants! Then she stroked again, slowly. She alternated that with softly running her fingers around, barely touching it. She spent time on the underside of the head. Also, as she stroked with one hand, her other hand caressed my body around my cock, sometimes doing my balls for a while.

Then while she was stroking my cock with one hand, but very softly, her other hand slid around my hip to my ass. She squeezed one cheek and then the other, then her fingers slid into my crack running up and down and finally resting on my rear hole. I was breathing harder and on the verge. She must have sensed it–she stopped stroking my cock and ran her hand over my balls and around my crotch again. But her other hand still rested one finger right on my rear hole. She wiggled it slightly and started pressing. I felt the tip of her finger enter! It withdrew again and her hand was on my cock again, stroking. Her finger pressed in my rear again and she stroked harder!

There was no stopping it, I was too far gone. I came, just as I felt her finger slide right in. She slid it back and forth all the time I was coming. I couldn’t believe how much I came.

Then I was done. Her finger had slipped out of my ass and she was gently caressing my body and my cock with both hands. I just stood there trying to catch my breath. Then I felt a hard slap on my rear and she was gone! I turned to see her jogging away, down the path, looking back at me and grinning. I noted her little shorts and tank top. She turned, and walking backwards, lifted the top and flashed her breasts at me and stuck her tongue out at me. Then she giggled and turned and ran. I shuffled after her, trying to pull up my pants at the same time. By the time I had them up, she was out of sight.

 

 

 

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  She was waiting with a radiant smile and a hopeful heart, and he greeted her with a sensual kiss as she slid across the seat next to him. The older model sedan, with its finely tuned engine purred through the gentle curves of the coastal highway, transporting them from the lunacy of the city into a world of peace. Rick was a gentle man, bound by traditions and self-imposed disciplines; he would not settle for failure, nor tolerate resignation. Focused yet reasonable, he was swiftly promoted to a management position, and quickly won the support of his peers and subordinates alike with his impartial leadership. Rhonda, on the other hand, was a struggling artist; brilliant yet indecisive. She had completed her studies at one of the finest institutes, and could create acrylics of show quality. But she was unable to effectively control her impulsiveness and was often unable to complete even the simplest artistic designs. She deeply respected her companion, and the quiet decisive manner in which he acted. On the other hand, he deeply treasured the impulsive nature of her personality, gifted with the ability to transform his seriousness into laughter. They were a study in contrasts, bound by devotion and dependence, growing ever closer to a lifetime commitment.

        As he slowed for the upcoming curve, Rick spied a semi-hidden alcove of trees, and guided the vehicle into the only parking spot available. Before he could kill the motor, she gave him an impish wink and bolted out the door towards the white sands and thundering surf. Unfamiliar with this particular area, Rick paused to survey his surroundings, and secure the car completely before moving to the ice chest stored in the trunk. He realized it would take two trips as he lifted the chest by its two handles over the lip of the trunk and down onto the sandy pavement. Looking down at the spectacular waves, he tried to memorize the vision of her frail figure bouncing from wave to wave, squealing in delight at the force of the water crashed about her. To his surprise, it appeared as if the beach was completely deserted and he lifted the chest up to his shoulders and marched down next to small growth of prickly shrubs, where she grabbed him from behind, and playfully bit his neck; dashing back into the waves before he could turn to embrace her. The second trip with his backpack, her beach bag, and the boombox somewhat easier, although he still needed to pause to catch his breath before joining his lady.
      From the moment she first cited him in the market, she longed for the opportunity to share her intimacies with him. She loved his kind dark eyes and ruddy complexion, the muscular frame, and his small hips supporting his tightly muscle drear. In her minds eye, he was the living image of Adonis. Less mystical but equally intense, Rick loved her flowing blond hair and crystal blue eyes, her long lanky figure with her tiny breasts, her gently contoured waist, and her full rich lips that silently begged to be kissed. But the real treasures for Rick were hidden beneath her string bikini, where two small pink nipples bounced atop creamy smooth mounds, and two small lips of light pink flesh concealed the tightest and best conditioned vagina he could ever imagine. She was a sexual being; wherein the slightest touch could arouse her into wild abandon, initiating hours of passionate lovemaking that would only terminate with exhaustion. Although he was the stabilizing factor in their relationship, he was often swept away with her passion and creativity, mindless to everything but her soft rhythm and passionate sighs.
      Slipping his cut-offs down his well-toned legs, he sprinted into the surf, diving under the rushing water to grasp her legs from behind and pull her off balance’s shrieked and kicked at him, laughing with wild abandon at the overwhelming experience of love and life. Releasing his grip, he surged to the surface to be met with her open arms. Almost instantly, they were rolling together in a passionate embrace; the surf exploding over their wet skin sending a shower of droplets high into the air. Soon passion became their only motivation, and they bolted from the water to the privacy of some nearby shrubs. Once the blanket was spread over the warm sand, Rick deftly untied the two laces that secured her tiny swimsuit and watched it slide from her pristine figure. Feasting on her nakedness, he let his eyes drift from the gentle contours of her neck, down to her fully erect nipples that gently rose and fell with her every breath, across her smooth flat tummy and down to the slight tuft of blond hair above the rapidly reddening flesh surrounding her love canal. He could clearly see the blue veins embedded in her soft skin, and began to gently trace their paths as they wound around the recesses of her body.

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The Dip 

    I guess something made me really look at her, that morning. Cynthia, my new sister-in-law, my husband Greg’s sister. She was staying with us, visiting, for the first time since Greg and I were married, and Greg was off at work and Cynthia had just come down for breakfast. I looked at her, and realized I hadn’t really payed much attention, but that she reminded me of Greg in a lot of ways. They had the same eyes, and though her hair was lighter, their faces were similar, and even their build: both were about 5′8″ and rather slender. And they had some of the same personality quirks, and there was something the similar about the way they spoke.
      Well, Cynthia had come down for breakfast, and I surprised myself! I felt an attraction! I had never felt an attraction like that for a woman! And I certainly wasn’t unsatisfied with sex with Greg–to the contrary, it was great and seemed to be getting better all the time–we were doing it more than ever, sometimes getting together twice in one day! We both loved it, and sometimes, I’d even ask him for it!

      Well, I sat there at breakfast and surreptitiously peeked at Cynthia, wondering how she could be having this effect on me! She was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless white top, her long limbs showing. The way she smiled at me did things to me I couldn’t believe! I wished that Greg was home, though I couldn’t imagine slipping off with him while Cynthia was around. I sat there, trying to keep my conversation going, but feeling very distracted.
      After breakfast, we really had nothing to do, so we went out to the mall. We were in a clothing store and I tried on a couple of skirts, but having Cynthia around was still affecting me. I encouraged her to try on an outfit, and soon I found myself looking forward to getting her to try on more of them. Cynthia came out of the dressing room dressed in this sexy little black dress and she asked me and the saleslady what we thought. I looked at her, and my heart skipped a beat! I managed to stay calm though and tell her I thought the dress suited her. The saleslady agreed. Cynthia was looking around for another dress to try on, and I found myself asking the saleslady if she knew of any dresses that would look good on Cynthia. She showed me one and Cynthia agreed to try it on, and the saleslady and I looked for more. Then the saleslady said, “You’re hooked on her, aren’t you?”
      Cynthia was changing at the time. It took a second for it to sink in, then I felt a momentary wave of panic. I was *that* transparent? I forced myself to speak as nonchalantly as the saleslady had: “Excuse me?”
      ”Oh, you can’t deny it–you have the hots for her. You like to see her dress up.”
      ”She’s my *sister-in-law* and we just came in to do some shopping!” I wasn’t nonchalant anymore, but I managed to keep my voice in a low hiss.
      ”And you like to see her body. Here, we could try to convince her to try on this,” and she showed me this slinky little dress that Couldn’t believe! I don’t know when she could wear such a thing other than for her future husband. “I’ll bet she’ll try it on,” continued the saleslady, “encourage her,” and she pushed it in my hands. I looked down at it and just about went into a trance.
      Cynthia had come out and was modelling another dress. Once again, it almost killed me to look at her, and I felt a lump rising in my throat about the thought of seeing her in the dress in my hand. Finally, Proceeded to talk her into trying it on. I surprised myself how smooth*and* relentless I could be! I told her it was just for a lark. I told her she should at least have the chance to see what she would look like in such a dress. She went for it, and took it into the changing room.
      The saleslady said “You’d like to see her nude, wouldn’t you?” I didn’t see how she could be so forward.
      ”Listen,…” I started, ready to tell her what’s what.
      ”Oh, stop denying it–listen to me: I’ll tell you how you can get your chance to see her nude.” The part of me that wanted to do it kept me tongue-tied and I just stood there dumbly.
      ”Good,” she went on, “I know this pond you can take her to go swimming. It’s a little out of the city and no one goes there, so you can just drive her there and tell her it’s so hot you two should just take a dip.”
      ”Go swimming naked?!” I said. Then Cynthia came out of the dressing room. I was transfixed. After a few seconds of just staring, I glanced at the saleslady. She was staring too, but in a second she seemed to come to her senses. Anyone, man or woman would have stared at Cynthian that dress. She had come out preening, but looked a little alarmed at our reaction. In a second, we were both telling her how great it looked, if a bit daring. Cynthia seemed a bit embarrassed by the idea of other people in the store possibly coming over and seeing her so she went to take it off.
      As soon as she left, the saleslady proceeded to tell me how to get to this pond she was talking about. She said just make sure we have a beer for lunch, and then just drive out, telling Cynthia that on the spur of the moment I’d remembered a perfect way to beat the heat. Cynthia came out and we left, but as we left I felt I was in the possession of dangerous knowledge… I didn’t know if I’d be responsible for my own actions!
      I found myself taking us to one of those restaurant-bar chains for lunch and sure enough, we each had a beer. I stared at Cynthia while she wasn’t looking and sometimes I thought I’d never do anything like that saleslady suggested and other times I was afraid I’d already decided to do it. We sat there and talked a bit, and then, sure enough, when we left, I found myself following the sales lady’s directions. And I even used her line.
      We ended up on a little country road and turned onto a little track into the fields. Eventually we came to this little pond in a very obscure spot! No one was around, and it looked like people seldom came there. I broached the idea of taking a swim. Cynthia laughed and thought I was crazy. I told her it was no big deal, just a way to cool off, and that no one knew about this spot. In a minute I could see she was wavering and finally she went along with it!
      We stood there, and I realized she wasn’t just going to take off her clothes while we watched each other. I turned aside and pulled off my top. I didn’t look her way, but started talking as if this were something I do all the time. I glanced back at her and she was just staring at me, open-mouthed. Lust? No, just shock–she wasn’t quite ready for this yet.
      ”Oh, don’t worry about it, this is nothing!” I said, trying to encourage her and defuse her embarrassment. Finally, she nervously started taking off her top. I looked away, and continued, taking off my shorts and kicking off my shoes. A discrete peek revealed she was nervously glancing at me while continuing to undress. Soon I was completely nude, and I walked up and tested the water with my hand.
      ”Come on,” I said as I turned around. She was just taking off her panties and her breasts were bare! When she stood up, completely nude, I stared in awe, but was quick enough to catch myself before I made a scene. I walked in a few steps, and then dived down under water to get myself used to it quickly, and came up and looked back. She was so sexy! She was at the edge of the pool now, and cautiously making her way in. I kept looking at her, but I kept a playful smile on my face as if I were just waiting for her to join the fun. Soon she was in and we were both swimming.
      I couldn’t believe it. This was too much! Here I am lusting after a woman, and swimming with her, nude! And she has *no* idea! It occurred to me that I might get us into playing tag or some other touching game!I could pull her under in fun? Tickle her? I couldn’t believe the thoughts that were coming into my head–where would this all end?
      Then I realized that another car had pulled up! Caught! Cynthia and Immediately made sure the water was covering us and glued our eyes on the car! I felt such panic. Out of the car came a woman, in a black, one-piece swim-suit. It was the saleslady! She had a towel on her shoulder which she threw on the ground, and proceeded to walk into the pond!
      ”Hi, thought I’d join you.” Cynthia and I just stared and didn’t know what to do. In seconds, she was gliding around the pond, and in a minute, she swam up to us and stopped, planting her feet on the bottom.”Perfect day for a dip,” she said as if nothing strange were going on,”going suit less?” she asked with a sly smile.
      ”We just stopped for a little dip,” I said, suddenly wondering how we were going to manage to leave. Would she leave soon? Should we leave while she was still around?
      ”Oh, don’t be shy!” she said, “it’s nothing really,” and she swam out to where we were. Immediately, she was splashing Cynthia, laughing, and Cynthia responded by taking off after her. Soon she had the three of us playing tag, and let me tell you, it was weird touching bodies like that, knowing both Cynthia and I were nude.
      Then once when I looked back at them, they were together. The woman was behind Cynthia, so close that her face was right over Cynthia’s shoulder. I stared for a second, and then moved closer. The woman obviously had her arms around Cynthia under water, and Cynthia had this vacant stare–even though I was in front of her, she was looking right through me. Her mouth was hanging open and I could see the rise and fall of her breathing.
      ”Come on, come here and kiss her!” said the woman. I was staring at them, open mouthed, wondering what was going on. “Oh, come on, hurry!”said the woman. I still didn’t approach any closer, and soon I realized they were moving toward me.
      Soon they were close to me, and had turned so that Cynthia was face away from me and the woman was close to me. “I set things up for you, and you freeze,” she said. She kept moving closer until she was right in front of me. Then she added: “Here! Here’s a kiss,” and she grabbed my head with one hand and put her lips right on mine, hard!
      I was in shock. Her tongue was working its way into my mouth, and somehow, I just stood there, not able to move. I felt her hands on my body, and soon I felt skin against my back. My back was against Cynthia’s! The woman wasn’t kissing me now, but she was caressing my breasts under water, and her hand was wondering up and down my body, sometimes down to my crotch. I was breathing hard–out of control. I heard hard breathing behind me. Cynthia. She was writhing and moaning. The fingers were down to my sex, in my sex. I almost passed out.
      We, Cynthia and I, were on our hands and knees, next to each other, almost touching, in about five inches of water near the edge of the pool. Our shoulders *were* touching. And our hips. And thighs. The woman was behind us, kneeling. I felt her finger my cunt. Cynthia was moaning and swinging her head back and forth. The finger found my rear hole. I couldn’t stand it.
      We were kneeling on the carpet in the woman’s apartment, still nude. She hadn’t allowed us to get dressed when we came–even when we came in from her car. My car was still at the pond. It was supper time and Greg would be wondering where we were. The woman was sitting on a chair in front of us, wearing a top, but nothing below her waist. Cynthia and I were pushing our heads toward her crotch between her wide-spread legs, both licking at the same time. Against my left cheek was Cynthia’s right, and against my other cheek was the woman’s thigh. My tongue touched Cynthia’s as we licked and licked. The woman’s hand was behind my head, pulling it to her cunt.

 

 

 The evening with Darrell in his “special room” was quite, was, was, well let’s put it this way.  I liked it.  I had never been that nervous and scared about sex, not even when I lost my virginity.  I trust Darrell, but the whole scene just takes me to the edge.  I get excited just thinking about it.  The whole time Darrell and I had been dating he always asked me out.  I would wait for him to call.  I guess I tipped my hand because a couple of days after our little scene I called him.  I said, “Master, when do I have to report to your dungeon again?” 

    He laughed and said, “Soon.  You liked that didn’t you?”

    I said, “Well, yes.”

    He said, “I don’t know about the ‘master’ and the ‘dungeon’ part, but I think I know what you have in mind.  Where are you now?” he said.

    “At home.  I just got off work.  Sharon’s here.”   Sharon was my roommate.

    “Are you in the bedroom?” he asked.

    “Yes,” I replied.

    He said, “Go and close and lock the door and come back to the phone.”

    “Why?” I said.

    “Don’t ask questions.  Just do what I say.  You’ll like it.”

    I got up and locked the door.  Sharon was in the kitchen doing something.  I didn’t think she would bother me anyway.  I did wonder why Darrell wanted me to lock the door just to talk to him, but what the hell?  When I got back to the phone he said, “What are you wearing?”

    I said, “Black skirt, white blouse.  I already took the jacket off.  You’ve seen the outfit before.”

    He said, “What are you wearing under it?”

    I said, “What are you getting at?”

    He laughed and said, “I’m getting at you, anyway I can.  Now, what are you wearing under that skirt?”

    “Pantyhose.  Pink satin panties, the same ones you were chewing on a few nights ago.”

    “I like those.  Take off the panty hose.” 

    “Hold on.”  I stood up and removed my panty hose, sat on the edge of the bed and picked the phone back up.

    He said, “Pull your skirt up so you can see those panties.   What do they look like?”

    I said, “They’re pink.  They’re shiny.  They’re smooth across my skin.”

    “Touch them,” he said.  “What do they feel like?”

    I said, “You know what they feel like.”

    He said, “Remind me.”

    I touched the fabric, near the top and rubbed my fingers back and forth just below the waistband.  I said, “They feel smooth, delicate, like me.”

    He said, “Take off your blouse and skirt.”

    I took them off.  I was wearing bra and panties only.  I picked the phone back up.  I said, “OK.”

    He said, “What kind of bra are you wearing?”

    I said, “White, satin, lacy.  It’s very pretty.”

    He said, “Take it off.”

    By now I had definitely figured out where this was headed, but I had never done this with someone on the phone so I was open to experimenting.  I slid the bra off and freed my breasts.  I said, “All I have on now are these pink panties.”

    He said, “I want you to touch your breasts, caress them like I would.”

    I did.  By now I was really into this and I was gently pinching my nipples, giving them a slight twist.  I said, “Too bad you’re not here to suck these right now.”

    He said, “You’ve got that right.  Slide you hand under your panties and gently touch yourself.”  I slid my right hand under the satin fabric and down to gently touch my clit.  I moaned slightly, just enough that Darrell heard it over the phone.  He said, “How does that feel?”

    I said, “Nice, very nice.”

    He said, “Put one finger inside.” 

    I was already warm and wet, it went in easily.  I said, “Oh.”

    He said, “I want to hear you make yourself come over this phone.   You know how to do it.”

    I said, “Yes I do,” as I began to finger myself in and out first one then two fingers.  I suddenly became painfully aware that Sharon was just the other side of that wall.  I’m not a quiet person when I’m having sex, and I dreaded having to explain this to her, but I was too far into it to stop.  I was moaning and trying to keep from screaming. 

    Darrell was intently listening.  He said, “Damn I wish I was there.”

I rolled over and got on my knees shoving my face and the phone into the pillow.  I pulled my panties to the side and resumed using two fingers on myself.  I was coming.   I sort of screamed into the pillow and said, “Oh, dammit Darrell!”

    He said, “Soon, very soon.”  We talked for a few minutes on widely varied topics totally unrelated, we said our good-byes, and I was left alone in bed feeling spent early in the afternoon.  All I could think about was him, and not just the sex, everything about him. 

    I put on a wooly robe and went to the bathroom.  Sharon was in the recliner in the living room.  I sat down on the couch.  She said slowly and jokingly, “Are you feeling all right?”

    I said, “Never better.  Why do you ask?”

    “Well, it’s just that you don’t usually dress for bed before seven in the evening, and you look a little flushed.”

    “I’m fine.  I just don’t know what I’m going to do about Darrell.”

    “What do you mean?” she asked.

    “I mean, well…”  I had to spill the whole story, or a least a version of it tailored for Sharon.  I said, “Darrell and I are free to date other people if we want.”

    She said, “What’s the problem with that?”

    “I’m not sure I like that anymore.”

    “Are you trying to keep him all to yourself?”

    “Well, maybe.  It was a good arrangement to begin with.   I dated several guys.  He dated several different girls and we were still going strong.  We even talked with each other about the people we had dated.   Somewhere along the way it became more complicated.  I didn’t seem comfortable talking about a date with him anymore and he stopped talking about his dates with me.   It was like our time together was special and neither one of us wanted to spoil it by talking about someone else.”

    “How do you feel about him?” she asked.

    “I’m not in love if that’s what you’re getting at.”

    “How do you know that?”

    I stuttered and said, “I’m just not.”

    She said, “What do you feel like when you’re with him?”

    “Wonderful,” I said.

    “How do you feel about yourself when you’re with him?”

    “He makes me feel special, like I’m important, like I matter.”

    “Have you ever met anyone else that makes you feel that way?”

    I said, “No I guess I haven’t.”

    She said, “You’re in love with him.”

    “I am not in love with him,” I said.  “I’m in love with the way I feel about myself when I’m with him.”

    She said, “That’s a nice way of rewording the same thing.   Face it girl; you’re in love.  You’ve got two choices.  You can make the best of the time and attention he gives you and try not to think about the fact that he may be seeing someone else, or you can be honest with him about your feelings and try to get him to be honest with you about his feelings.  He may be falling for you just like you are for him.”

    “Maybe,” I said somewhat wistfully.

 

Darrell

 

    Kristine and I continued to date at least once a week, usually on Saturday nights.  I reserved Friday nights to look for the other female I wanted to tie up at the same time as Kristine.  My attitudes toward women in general began to change.  It kind of snuck up on me, but I realized that I hadn’t been out with anyone besides Kristine in months.  Every woman I met I compared to her.  They did not compare favorably.  I started thinking just in terms of finding a woman who would “do” rather than one I would want to date for any period of time.  I stopped wasting time beating around the bush.  I became much more bold in letting women know what I was interested in.  Sure, it scared most of them away, but those were the ones who never would have done what I wanted anyway.  I had nothing to lose by being bold.  Then I met Angie.  When I told her I was very kinky and that I liked to tie women up, she did not run away or even look away.  She looked me straight in the eye and said, “And what do you do to them when you have them tied up.”

    I said, “If you want to find that out, I’ll have to show you.  Do you have plans next Friday night?” 

    I think my boldness, my confidence got to her a little.  She said, “You move fast.”

    I said, “Only when I see something I want.”

She pulled a tube of lipstick from a small purse she had with her and wrote her phone number on a napkin.  She handed it to me and said, “Call me.”

    I said, “I will.”  It was getting close to time for the club to close and it was obvious that we had to part.  I said, “Can I see that a second?”

    “What?  My lipstick?  Don’t tell me you’re going to put some on.”

    “I’m not going to put it on me.”  She handed me the tube and I pulled her arm toward me with her palm up.  I wrote something from her wrist up the length of her forearm.  My arms were in such a way that she could not read what I wrote.   I then very boldly kissed her firmly on the lips and walked away without saying a word.

 

Angie

 

    Darrell had to the boldest and most self-assured man I ever met.  He gave me the real sense that he knew where he was going and he was going whether I came along or not.  I’ve never had a man within just a few minutes of meeting me plant a kiss firmly on my lips.  It’s a wonder he didn’t get slapped.   Well, it’s not a wonder that I didn’t slap him.  I don’t know how he knew, but that’s exactly what I wanted him to do.  It had to be the most exciting first meeting of my life.  After he walked away I looked down at my arm.  He had written, “You will be mine.”  There was a knot forming in my stomach as I said to myself, “Yes I will.”  I didn’t even wash the words off until late the next morning, just before I had to go somewhere.  I spent the time just looking at them over and over.

 

Darrell

 

    I wasn’t completely sure, but at this point I had a very strong feeling that my plan was going to come together.  My mind started working, ironing out minute details of how I was going to get this to work.  First I had to make certain Kristine was still willing to participate in the scene where I tied her and another woman up at the same time.  We had talked about it before, but it had been some time.  My attitude toward Kristine was changing.  I was becoming more attached.  If she said no, I didn’t think I could look for someone else.  I knew it was coming, slowly.  Eventually I had to face the fact that I want Kristine and only Kristine, but not just yet.

    I also had to introduce Angie to bondage and see how she reacted.   I needed some more equipment.  I took some old wore out black leather work boots and I cut two pieces of leather out of them.  I shaped the leather like sunglasses and attached a black elastic strap to each of them.  I now had two very effective blindfolds.  This was getting better.

    I picked Angie up Friday night and we went out to dinner.  We talked nonstop.   We actually got along pretty well.  There was only one thing wrong with her.   She wasn’t Kristine.  When we left the restaurant I opened the door for her on the passenger side of the car.  I had been the perfect gentleman all evening.   When she walked into the opening and started to sit down I said, “Stop.”   I was holding her arm.  We were both standing between the door and the car itself.  I said, “You remember what I wrote on your arm?”

    She said, “Yes.”

    I said, “This is the moment of truth.  If you like I can take you home and kiss you goodnight and that can be the end of it.  If not, then you will be mine.  I will do whatever I want with you.  Do you understand?”

    “I think so.”

    “So what’s it going to be?”

    “I’m not ready to go home yet.”

    I said, “Take off your pantyhose.”

    She grinned and said, “I’m not wearing pantyhose.  I have on stockings.”

    I said, “Even better.  Take them off.”

    “Here?  Now?”

    “Yes.  Right here.  Right now.”  She tried to hide from possible public view between me and the car as she pulled her skirt just far enough up on one side to get the top of that stocking and then bent over to pull it down.  She took her shoe off long enough to remove the stocking and then put her shoe back on.  She seemed unsure of what to do with the stocking.  I said, “Give it to me.”   She did and then repeated the process for the other leg giving that stocking to me as well.  I said, “Turn your back toward me.”  She did, slowly.   I used one of her own stockings to tie her hands securely behind her back.   Then I said, “Get in the car.”  Once she was inside the car, I closed the door and went around to the driver’s seat.  I fastened her seat belt, told her how beautiful she was and kissed her.  From behind the seat I pulled out one of the blindfolds and placed it on her.  The surprise caused her to gasp. 

    She said, “Where are you taking me?”

    I said, “Wherever I want to.  Anymore questions?”

    “No.”

    Of course I took her to my place and marched her inside.  I just didn’t let her know where she was.  I marched her straight to the cool hardwood floor of the back room and stood her in the middle of the room facing back toward me.  I have to admit she was quite a sight.  She was tall, 5′7 or 8, blond.  She was wearing a nice conservative dark blue dress with padded shoulders and very short sleeves.  She wasn’t as trim a Kristine.  She wasn’t fat by any means, she just had larger curvaceous hips and larger breasts.  The whole sight was incredible, the woman, the dress, the blindfold, the hands behind her back.

    I waited until the silence became very thick before I said, “Get on your knees.”   She did, somewhat awkwardly.  I walked around behind her and untied her hands.   I said, “Don’t touch the blindfold.  Take your clothes off.  Just lay them in the floor beside you.  I’ll take care of them.”  She removed her shoes and her dress and then her bra.  She started to remove her panties.  I said, “Leave those on.  I’ll take them off when I get ready.”  I stood in front of and over her.  I said, “Put your hands together in front of you.”  I tied them together not with her stockings, but with rope.  It was secure, but not too tight.  I knew the ropes wouldn’t stretch much like the stockings would.  I immediately tied her hands to the rope coming from the ceiling and without telling her what was about to happen I pulled the rope pulling her to a standing position with her arms above her head.  I said, “Have you ever been tied up before?”

    She said, “No.”

    I said, “Have you ever been whipped before?”

    She shivered and said, “No.”

    I said, “There’s a first time for everything.”  I paused and said, “Do you want to be whipped?”  I could tell from her reaction that she had not expected that question.  She seemed stunned, like she didn’t know what to say.   I waited through a few moments of her silence and said, “Don’t worry.   You don’t have to make a decision.  I already made my decision.  How you answer that question makes no difference.  I was just curious as to what you were thinking.”

    I kissed her on the lips and then the neck.  I caressed her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples.  I moved lower and sucked each nipple in turn.  I got on my knees and slowly kissed my way down her belly and around the borders of her panties.   From this position I placed her ankles side by side and tied them securely together.  I stood up and got one of the ball gags.  I placed it around her neck and fastened it together, but I did not put in place yet.  I said, “Any last requests before we begin?”

    She said, “Don’t hurt me.”

    I said as sweetly and tenderly as possible, “Wrong answer darling,” as I stuffed the ball gag into place and tightened it down.  I really didn’t hurt her, but I let her know she was getting whipped.  She jerked and pulled at the ceiling with each swing.  She would moan and bite down against the gag.  Halfway through I pulled the blindfold off.  I wanted to see to look in her eyes as I held her in that position, her not knowing what was coming next.  I said, “I don’t think you need these any more,” and I pulled her panties to her ankles.  I whipped her bare ass a few times.  She looked over her side at me with each swing.   I didn’t say a word.  She couldn’t say a word, but her eyes said so much.

    I untied her feet and slightly loosened the rope from the ceiling.   I got down on my knees in front of her and kissed her feet.  I slowly worked up kissing her calves, her knees, her thighs and on up.  Finally I licked deep into her cunt and started working on her clit.  She moaned, threw her head back and one leg up over my shoulder.  If it wasn’t for the rope from the ceiling she would have fallen down.  I put two fingers inside her and continued to work.  I didn’t know how much more of this I could stand before I had to put my cock in her, but I wanted her to come hanging from the ceiling like that.  She was hot.  She was wet.   She was wonderful.  She finally shivered and shook and briefly lifted both her feet off the floor as her muffled, gagged noises made it clear she was trying to scream.  I stood up and kissed her on the cheek.  I said, “You’re an even hotter whore than I hoped for.”

    I pulled the low back chair over in front of her and tied her ankles to the feet at the back of the chair.  I loosened the ceiling rope, bent her forward over the chair and tied her hands down to the front.  I walked around in front of her where she could see what I was doing and I finally started to take my clothes off.  I stroked my cock in front of her a few times and slowly walked around behind.  I was lost in the pleasure of the warm sensation of sliding my cock into her cunt.  I started working my way in and out, leaning forward and grabbing her breasts.  I started fucking her hard and fast, smacking her ass with my bare hand between strokes.  She was pulling at her bonds, swinging her hair around, trying to look over her shoulder at me, biting down into the ball, drooling, moaning, shivering, coming again.

    I withdrew from her and quickly lubed my cock.  I carefully placed the head of it against her anal opening.  She let out a sharp high pitched moan, if there is such a thing, as my cock cleared the initial opening and started sliding into her ass.  I lifted my hands up and placed them behind my head.  My cock was the only thing touching her.  I was completely still.  I said, “Just relax.  You’re going to enjoy this.”  She continued to moan and shake just a little as I slid all the way inside.  Her ass was especially tight right at the opening.  The sensation on my cock further in was warm and very snug, but not as tight as the opening.   Gradually she began to calm down.  I stood perfectly still as she began to experiment with this new sensation.  She began to push back and forth, actually fucking me while I held the chair back to stay still.  Then I started giving it back to her, fucking her tight little ass for all it was worth.  I came and fell forward holding her breasts.  I slowly pulled out of her and just held on to her for several moments.

    We both got dressed.  I offered to let her shower at my place.  I offered to shower with her, but she said she wanted her own shampoo, etc.  I drove her home, holding and occasionally kissing her hand.  I walked her to the door very gentlemanly and got my good night kiss.  She surprised me by saying, “Aren’t you going to come in?”

    “When you didn’t want to stay at my place, I thought you were trying to get rid of me,” I said.

    “Come on in,” she said.  “You can shower with the wrong shampoo and somebody else’s towels and no toothbrush.”

    I went in.  We showered and stayed up late just talking about who we were, where we came from, just get to know you things like that.  She showed me her high school annual.  I knew I had seen this somewhere before.  I started looking through it.   She told me she had been a cheerleader, so of course I turned to the cheerleader picture to see her.  When I looked at the other girls in the picture I almost fell out of the chair.  There they were, Angie and Kristine, Captain and Co-captain.   I couldn’t fucking believe it.  I regained my composure just enough to ask if she stayed in touch with any of these girls.  She said, “No.  I don’t think I’ve seen any of them for seven or eight years.”

    We discussed our earlier activities that evening.  Angie had been nervous at first, but very pleased with the results.  I decided to go for the gold.   I steered her into telling me her ultimate fantasies.  They were pretty tame, sex in public places, elevators, etc.  Then I told her mine, I wanted to tie her and another woman up at the same time.  She said, “Interesting.  If it’s half as much fun as tonight was, I’ll do it.” 

 

 

   I was young and single, but I had my own house.   It was a small house with only two bedrooms, but it was a house.  It was an older house with hardwood floors throughout.  I didn’t have much furniture.  I hadn’t been out of school long.  Some people decorate in “early american.”   I decorated in “early dorm room.”  It wasn’t the greatest house ever, but it was mine and mine alone.  I had no roomates, no parents, no problems.

    I had plans.  I liked bondage.  I had tied girls up during sex a few times, but it was always very simple.  I was going to expand this.  I kept one bedroom totally empty of furniture, and I sealed off the windows where no one could possibly ever peek inside.  I installed two sturdy hooks in the ceiling about three feet apart.  I had a considerable supply of rope.  I wanted a ball gag.   I found some rubber practice golf balls that I thought would do nicely.  I drilled a small hole through one ball and ran a canvas belt through it.  The belt had a rolling lock rather than notches.  It would be possible to tighten it just right rather than have one notch to tight or one too lose.  I had two belts just like that, and I had several of the balls.  I was once a boy scout.  “Be prepared” right?  I made another ball gag.  Just the thought of what I might do with those two gags was incredible.

    I needed a whip,  Even if I wasn’t going to use it, I needed it for effect.  I had a leather belt three inches wide, very wide.  I took a razor blade and sliced the last 12 inches longways into five strips.  It wasn’t a cat of nine tails.  I guess it was a cat of five.  Anyway, I hit myself over the leg to test it.  I decided I had to use it very sparingly if at all.  This was no pretend whip.  This thing would hurt.

    I was dating a girl named Kristine.  She had dark hair, brown eyes and a trim figure.  We were not “going steady” or whatever you want to call a committed relationship.  She knew I might be dating other girls and I knew she might be dating other guys.  We did however enjoy dating each other and we had been out several times.  One particular night I got her back to my place and we made love, very simple and straight forward.  Laying in the bed talking I asked her if she would like to try something very kinky.  Of course she smiled and said what?  “I want to tie you up,” I said.

    “What?!”

    “I want to tie you up where you can’t move, and I want to tease you where you can’t stand it, and I want you to be my sex slave for the evening.”

    She said, “Whoa.” 

    Her eyes were as big as golf balls.  I had my hand on her chest between her breasts.  I could feel her heart racing.  I said, “I can tell you want to.  I can see it in your eyes.  You weren’t this excited the first time we made love.”

    “You’re not going to hurt me are you?”

    “I’m not going to injure you, but I can’t agree that I wouldn’t spank you or maybe even whip you.  I might not, but knowing that I would not at all takes half the fun out of it.”

    She said, “You’ve got to promise me something.  It’s going to be humiliating enough just having you tie me up and order me around.  I would just die if somebody else found out.  Promise me you won’t tell anybody.”

    “You have my promise.  Does this mean you’re my slave now?”

    “Yes.”  The look on her face was priceless, the complete submission, the hope and the fear in her eyes, hope that I would love her, fear that I would shamelessly use her.  I would do both.

    I got up and walked to the foot of the bed looking down at her.  I said, “Get up.”  She got up and stood beside the bed.  I said, “Wait there.”  I went to the empty bedroom and got some rope.  I went back to her and said, “Put your hands together in front.”  She did, looking at me with that same hopeful look.  I tied her hands together and turned her where her side was facing me.  I tied another rope around her as a belt, then tied a rope to her wrists leaving two ends, pulled both ends through her crotch and tied it up to the rope around her waist at the small of her back.  Her naked little ass looked gorgeous with those two ropes coming up the crack. 

    I grabbed her by the arm and said, “March.”  I pushed her in front of me and forced her to march into the empty bedroom.  She gasped at the sight of it and stopped one step inside.  The room was empty except for a rope tied to a bracket on the wall running up and through one of the hooks in the ceiling.  The walls were blank and drab.  The hardwood floor was cool.  I said, “Walk to the center of the room and do not turn around.”  I watched her slowly take each step, unsure, nervous.  She got to the center and just stood there.  I stepped into the room and slammed the door behind me.  She jumped at the noise.  I said, “Get on your knees.”  She did.  She sat back against her heels.   Her dark hair, her warm naked body was a sharp contrast to the cool drab room.  

    I went over to the closet and retrieved the whip.  I wrapped the excess length around my hand till about 18 inches of the whip was hanging free.  I walked around to the front of Kristine.  She said, “Oh my God.  You’re not going to use that on me are you?” 

    I used my hand with the whip in it and pushed her chin up to look at me.  I said, “Silence.  You are not to speak unless spoken to.  If you do again, I will use this on you.  Do you understand?”

    The free end of the whip and it’s five strips were hanging against her breast.  She was almost nervous enough to be shaking.  She said, “Yes.”

    I said, “Very good,” and walked on around her.  I said, “Why did you agree to be my slave tonight?”

    She said, “I don’t know.  All the laundry was done.  I really didn’t have anything better to do.”

    I hit her not hard but solid across the ass with the whip.  She gasped and turned to look at me.  I said, “This is no joke.  When I ask you a question I want a serious answer.  Now back to the original question.  Why did you agree to be my slave tonight?”

    I walked back around in front of her.  She said, “It sounded exciting.  I’ve never done anything like this.”

    “What do you think I’m going to do to you?”

    “I don’t know.  Whip me.  Fuck me.  Make me suck your cock.”  She paused looking into my eyes.  I waited in silence just to see what she would say next.  She said, “Fuck me in the ass.” 

    I had never done that to her yet.  I said, “Do you want me to do all those things to you?”

    She said, “You’re the master.  I’m the slave.  You do what you want to do.”

    “I will.  Don’t worry.  Right now I want to know just what a hot little whore you are.  Do you want me to do all those things to you?”   She was looking at the floor.  Her face was red.  I said, “Look at me.  Do you want me to do all those things to you?”

    She said, “Yes,” and immediately looked back down at the floor.

    I said, “You don’t have to worry.  I will.”  She just sat there on her knees looking at the floor waiting to see what I would do next.   I walked around behind her, leaned against the wall and thought for a while.   I didn’t want to break the tension just yet.  Then I walked back in front of her, grabbed the sides of her face and shoved my cock into her mouth.  She took it willingly and began to suck on it.  I said, “Work it girl.  This better be the best blow job you’ve ever given.”  It was.  I had already come once that evening.  It should have been difficult to make me do it again, but it didn’t take her long to get me close.  I pulled out and made her stop.  I said, “Oh no.  Not yet.  This night is a long way from over.”

    I went to the closet and got one of the ball gags.  I walked up behind her and started to put it on.  She said, “That’s OK.  I won’t say anything I promise.”

    I said, “I know you won’t.”  I slid the ball into her mouth when she opened it to try to say something.  The roller lock on the belt worked perfectly, tightening up just right.  She had this complete look of helplessness.   She couldn’t even say no.  I let go of her and walked away.  She stared at the floor and drooled slightly.  I went back to the closet and got something else.   I stood in front of her and said, “Look at me.”  When she looked up the flash of my Polaroid went off.  The look of shock and shame on her face was incredible.  I said, “Don’t worry.  Nobody’s ever going to see these but you and me.”  I walked over to get a good view of her from the side.  I said, “Look at me again.”  She didn’t.  I said, “Now!”   She did, and I got a great picture of her from the side.

    I put the camera and pictures on the floor and walked up beside her.   I said, “Stand.”  I helped her stand up and marched her over to the rope hanging from the ceiling.  Before I even untied the rope running through her crotch, I tied the rope from the ceiling to her wrists.  I untied the rope running through her crotch and immediately went to the bracket on the wall and pulled the rope, pulling her arms above her head.  There was an odd sense of beauty, of tenderness especially about her breasts hanging there open.  I tied her ankles together and then held the whip under her chin.  I said, “You did say you wanted me to do ‘all’ those things to you.  I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.”  I whipped her several times, not hard enough to hurt her, just hard enough to let her know that I could if I tried.

    I went and got a low upholstered chair and brought it into the room.   I untied her ankles and the rope from the ceiling.  I bent her over the back of the chair and tied her hands down to the front and her ankles to each chair leg.   I shoved my cock into her warm wet cunt and fucked her over that chair as hard as I could.  I squeezed her breasts and touched her face.  I fucked her to the point that I was about to come and I pulled out and just stood there resting a moment.  She had mentioned something else she wanted.  I put the lube on my cock and used a finger to shove some into her asshole.  She wiggled and squirmed as I twisted my finger inside her.  She pulled strong against the ropes as I shoved my cock slowly inside her ass.  I reached around and put one finger in her cunt while I began to fuck her ass.  I could tell she came as I was rubbing her clit and fucking her ass.  As soon as I worked up to full speed I came myself, falling forward and resting against her.

    I untied her and we showered together.  The mood had changed from serious to sweet and playful.  Kristine said she loved the experience and would like to do it again.  She asked me, “Why have to got two hooks in the ceiling?”

    I said, “Two reasons.  One, I can tie each of your arms to one spreading them apart above your head.  Two, my ultimate fantasy, having two girls tied up in there at once.”

    She said, “Wow.  Do you think you’ll ever find two girls willing to let you do that?”

    I said, “I think I’ve found one.  All I need to do is find the other.  Am I wrong?”

    Kristine said, “No.  I don’t think you’re wrong.”

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OK, let me get one thing “straight” (ha ha) from the very start. I like men. I love the taste and feel of their cocks, I love their tongues on my nipples and pussy. I love everything about them. BUT, there’s something, just something, about a woman’s body that can - secretly - get me very wet indeed.

When I lie in bed, stroking and touching myself, I often imagine my face buried between another woman’s legs, her fingers gently exploring my cunt. Drives me bloody wild, I can tell ya.

I never, ever, ever thought I’d do anything about it - thought it only existed deep within my most private thoughts. I honestly thought that, if any woman ever, you know, tried it on in that way, I’d be breaking the four minute mile to get away from her.

Not so, as it turned out. Let me tell you about it (if I even can, that is - typing with one hand in your knickers, is not easy, let me tell you. That’s the effect the memory of this little episode has on me).

Right. Well, I was on holiday, with a group of friends. I was 24, newl

y single and up for some fun (of the man kind, I thought). I pulled twice in the course of the week and had two very satisfying fucks - one on the beach, under the stars (yeah, yeah, corny - but have you tried it?) and one frantic tumble in a nightclub toilet. I felt satisfied - felt that the holiday had been a resounding success.On the second to last night, we all went clubbing - again. A new little place that we hadn’t been to before, kind of small and exclusive, you know? Full of beautiful people - men and women, all tanned and gleaming. I was feeling reckless and wore my favourite sexy outfit - a tight red, strappy dress that stopped just above my knees.

For no other

reason than that I felt like it, I decided to go without underwear - bra or knickers.

Don’t get me wrong, the skirt was not so short that anyone was in danger of getting flashed, but it was the most enormous turn on feeling my thighs pressing against my newly shaved pussy; the fresh air against my lips felt like the most sensuous kiss down there. I was also aware that my nipples were straining against the thin material of the dress and I’d occasionally deliberately brush them with my fingers, not really caring who saw me.

Of course, wearing a dress like that, I was getting a lot of attention - had so many drinks bought for me by ogling men, I lost count of them. But to be honest, I really wasn’t that interested. Was having far too much fun turning myself on, already looking forward to the long, sweet hour I’d spend later on in bed, bringing myself to orgasm with my slow, gentle fingers.

I sat, legs pressed together, on a sofa in the corner of the room, trying not to catch any male eyes, when I felt someone sit down next to me. I glanced over and smiled at a pretty looking blonde girl of about my age. I think she said something about “do you mind if I come and hide with you” and I probably laughed. She was obviously getting similar attention to me.

It wasn’t hard to see why, to be fair. She was absolutely stunning - golden blonde hair bleached by the sun, endless, slim legs and a short black dress. It fleetingly crossed my mind that I’d probably spend sometime later imagining that dress pulled up and her legs spread wide to expose a wet, lickable fanny. It’s quite possible that she guessed what was crossing my mind, because she edged a little closer and started chatting in a happy, friendly way.

Her name was Emma, and she was here holidaying with her parents. They’d hired a yacht for the week and she was getting a bit bored with no one but her family for company. Tomorrow, apparently, they were all off to look round some boring cathedral, but she’d decided she couldn’t be bothered to go. I asked what she was planning on doing instead, and she said she hadn’t really thought - perhaps she’d just lie lazily on the deck of the boat, topping up her tan while she had the chance. I said it sounded wonderful and, as I did, I just knew (knew, knew, knew) what was coming next. “Would you like to join me?” she asked, “I could use the company”.

I almost groaned out loud at the sudden image of Emma, oiled and sexy in a tiny bikini, reclining against a pile of cushions on the deck of a luxury yacht - my clit throbbed and I felt moisture begin to build up between my legs.

Of course I said yes - perhaps a little too quickly, judging by the sweet, secretive little smile she gave me. But honestly, dear reader, as I went to bed that night I tried so hard not to think about her - I truly didn’t believe anything would happen - at the most I thought maybe I’d catch a glimpse of some hard little nipples, or blond pussy fluff, something for me to “enjoy” thinking about in the future (if you catch my drift).

It was impossible for me to completely leave myself alone that night, of course, but I was determined not to think about Emma. So instead, I got out my trusty 10inch dildo and concentrated on thoughts of being fucked hard and fast by my ex (a bit of a bastard, actually, but oh, god, his cock!!!! But that’s another story!) It was wonderful, as usual, but somewhere deep inside, I felt strangely unsatisfied and went off to sleep with a sense of longing in the pit of my tummy.

The next day, I was up and in the shower bright and early. I washed as quickly as I could, ignoring the almost overwhelming desire to allow my soapy fingers to spend too long doing what I oh so wanted them to do. I slipped on my favourite pink bikini (very brief, bordering on outrageous) and pulled a short, linen tunic over the top. Checking my bag for sunglasses, lotion and other odds and sods, I flew out of the door and went to find my hungover friends to tell them I’d be gone for the day.

The yacht wasn’t hard to find, Emma’s directions had been good. She was standing against the railing, obviously looking out for me and waved when she spotted me. I headed up the gangplank thingy and we did that air kissing that girls do when they’re feeling slightly nervous. Because, in spite of myself and my lack of expectations,, I had a fluttery excited feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Emma looked gorgeous - even more than she had night before. That lush blonde hair was piled onto her head, and she was wearing a short, floaty bathrobe. I wondered if she might be naked underneath, and felt my pussy tighten at the thought. She took me on a brief tour of the boat (I can’t be bothered to describe it here, but it was the last word in luxury) and it was all I could do to concentrate on what she was saying. In fact, I think every word went completely over my head - I don’t remember any of it.

After a while, we found ourselves on the deck. Emma picked up two large towels and spread them out for us to lie on. On a nearby table was a jug of what looked like orange juice (turned out to be bucks fizz) and she poured us both a generous glassful. Feeling strangely shy and self-conscious, I drew my tunic over my head and settled as comfortably as I could on my towel, my head resting on one of the deck cushions.

Through half-closed eyes, I watched as Emma slipped off the bath robe. Was I disappointed to find that she wasn’t naked? No way - the bikini she had on had to be seen to be believed. Best way to describe it would be four tiny pieces of white, shiny material held together by string. Man, and I thought mine revealed a lot.

As she lay down, wriggling a bit to get comfortable, I put on my sunglasses so that I could - hopefully - drink-in the sight of that pert little body undetected. Her tits were tiny and perky, and I could just make out the two dark points of her nipples under the fabric. Looking down over the flat, tanned tummy I felt my heart starting to thud as I gazed at the sweet, sweet area between her legs.

Most of her pussy was uncovered - the bikini bottoms really only covered her slit and lips, so I could virtually see everything. Her legs were closed, but I knew that if she opened them I would see delicious bare pink flesh peeping out. Suppressing a groan, I turned on to my stomach and, looking into her face, I saw that she was looking very intently at me. I took off my sunglasses and we smiled at each other, a strangely conspiratorial smile. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but my breathing quickened and those fluttery feelings in my cunt increased in tempo.

“Oooops,” she said suddenly, “are we insane? We forgot the suntan lotion - we’ll burn if we’re not careful”. Sitting up, I agreed, and reached into my bag for the oil I’d brought with me. As quickly as possible I covered my arms, legs and belly with the oil while Emma did the same. OK, now this is going to sound like a terrible cliché, something you’d hear in a cruddy porn film, but it’s honestly true - Emma said “Can you do my back for me? I can never reach it properly”.

I caught my breath, a moment of indecision confusing my thoughts. I knew that if I touched her, I wouldn’t be able to stop - what if she was offended? What if she screamed and jumped up? Well, I’d take my chances, I decided. What’s the worst that could happen? I wanted my fingers, tongue and lips to explore this girls body so much that I was willing to risk anything.

“Sure” I said, “turn over!” Smiling at me, she lowered herself onto her front and I got my first proper look at that perfect little bottom. I gently lowered myself so that I was sitting astride her, my fanny pressing into her arse. I waited a moment to see if she’d object - she didn’t, so I began rubbing the warm oil into her back and shoulders.

I took my time, not willing to hurry and the gentle sighs and slight wriggles told me she was enjoying it as much as me. As I rubbed and massaged her flesh, I rocked my hips slightly so that my clit moved against her bottom - and I felt myself becoming wetter and wetter. As my fingers moved down her back, she arched her shoulders and groaned faintly. Leaning forward, I lightly kissed the top of her head - my way of signalling how I was feeling - and heard her giggle slightly. At that, I knew exactly what was going to happen and felt the excitement begin to build to an almost unbearable level.

I allowed my hands only the briefest contact with her bottom when I got that far, instead deciding to continue down the back of those long, slender legs. Her legs were pressed close together and I gently parted them as I stroked the tender inner flesh of her thighs. A groan of longing escaped from Emma’s lips as my hands moved back to her bottom, and settling myself down I lowered my head and ran my tongue down the crack of her arse. With my fingers, I pushed the flimsy material out of the way and slowly licked and kissed the two pink globes of perfectly formed flesh.

Her legs opened wider, and I knew what she wanted, knew where she wanted my fingers and tongue to go next, but I wanted to tease her a little more. Sitting up, I nudged her so that she turned over onto her back. Our eyes met, and we smiled. I know what you want, I told her silently, and I promise you won’t be disappointed.

Without saying a word I reached round and undid the clasp of my bikini top and tossed it on to a near by chair. My nipples were rock hard and I rubbed them slightly, enjoying the lazy way Emma watched me, her own hands pushing up the two sheer triangles to expose rose-pink nipples. Unable to wait any longer, I bent down and kissed her mouth. Soft, baby kisses at first until gradually our tongues started exploring each other’s mouths.

I could feel her nipples harden and grow as I rubbed them and, leaving her mouth, I moved down to capture one of them between my lips. For what seemed like hours I sucked and licked, first one breast, then the other - pushing them both together and flicking my tongue between the two hardened points. As she arched her back and writhed in ecstasy, I felt her hands move hesitantly down to cup my tits, her thumbs moving against the swollen points.

I wanted to feel her mouth on me so much that I moved upwards until I could slide one of my nipples into her mouth - she sucked as greedily has I had on hers moments before. As she licked and played with me I allowed my hand to wander down her body, sliding across the flat abdomen and down towards that part of her I longed to kiss and caress.

Feeling almost breathless with longing, I slipped a finger over the silky fabric, feeling the wetness that had seeped through. Moaning, she thrust against my hand and opened her legs a little wider, inviting me to explore her further. I didn’t need to be asked twice and moved down until my face was level with her cunt.

Gently, prolonging the moment for both our sakes, I slid a finger under the sheer material and slowly moved it aside - exposing her plump pussy lips and swollen pink labia. She was completely bare, just like me and I wanted her in my mouth. In a single movement, I slipped the knickers off , positioned myself and bent my head for that first, wonderful taste of heaven.

I began with soft, butterfly kisses all over her inner thighs and the glistening outer lips then, groaning as I did so, I parted her and allowed my tongue to lazily explore the soft folds of flesh. She tasted hot and musky, and her hands entangled themselves in my hair, pulling my mouth deeper into her. I wouldn’t allow her to hurry me and continued to lick and kiss her inside and out while I fingered her tight arsehole. Then my tongue found her enlarged clit and I began a steady licking, making her buck and writhe against my mouth.

Suddenly, she cried out, almost as if in pain, and came with a series of shuddering jerks - the juice from her cunt flowing into my mouth. Frantically, I licked and licked, desperate to taste as much of her as I could, until gradually she was still. She stretched luxuriously and sat up, pulling me up with me. With a delighted little laugh she kissed my lips and licked away the taste of herself, sliding her hand down the front of my knickers as she did so. “Your turn,” she whispered.

 

I was so ready to come, I didn’t think I’d last for a single second - I was trembling and slightly shaky as she pulled my bikini bottoms down and fingered my wet, wet pussy. “Lie back” she commanded, “let me explore you”. I settled back against the cushions and opened my legs for her. With a look of intense fascination on her face, she parted my lips and explored me with her eyes and fingers. I lifted my bottom up, exposing my self further and she bent forward and ran her tongue all the way along my slit.

I groaned as she pulled my labia into her mouth and then pushed a finger deep inside my cunt. I knew as soon as she found my clit I would come, and I wanted her back in my mouth when I did, so, without saying a single word, I pulled her body round so that I could once more kiss and lick that pink flesh. Within moments, I felt an explosion within my pussy and came in her mouth.

For another ten minutes or so we stayed in the same position and continued our gentle licking, almost as if we were unwilling to relinquish each other quite yet. But, of course, time waits for no girl, no matter how much fun you’re having and it was with extreme reluctance that we said goodbye a short time later.

I never saw Emma again - well, not in the flesh anyway, but the memory of her lithe, slim body and lickable little pussy has never left me and thoughts of her have brought me to climax after shuddering climax ever since.