Joy Trail Raven Raley

Guy caught his girlfriend with a woman

Administrator — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:50:43 +0000

Last week, I stumbled on something that made me completely change the way I thought about my girlfriend. I decided to drop by Nancy's house last Thursday night at about 10 P.M. She wasn't expecting me, but I would often stop by her house after work. I get off at around nine thirty, and Nancy only lives about 20 minutes from the store where I work. When I got to Nancy's house, I noticed her friend Judy's car parked outside. This didn't seem out of the ordinary at all, since Judy and Nancy have been the best of friends since they graduated high school a few years ago. As I approached the house, I heard loud music coming from one of the bedrooms in the back. I could tell her parents weren't home, because their car wasn't parked in the driveway, so I went around to the back. When I got to Nancy's window, I peered in through a small space between the carelessly closed curtains. When I looked in, I couldn't believe my eyes! Nancy and Judy were lying on the bed in a tender embrace. I could see a couple of wine bottles near the bed, and some half empty glasses on the night table. Since Nancy had never told me about her lesbian inclinations, I figured the booze had to be one of the main instigators of this erotic encounter. Nancy hadn't told me she liked women, but then again, I never told her that if she had sex with another girl, it would fulfill one of my biggest fantasies. Both of them had their blouses and jeans off, and were absolutely butt ass naked except for their panties and Judy's high heels. They held each other tightly and warmly, their hands caressing and exploring every inch of their bodies. Judy removed her long tongue from Nancy's mouth, and gently began running it up and down the entire length of Nancy's neck, being careful not to neglect the tiniest spot. Then she started sucking her earlobes and running her hot, wet tongue in and out of her ears, swirling all around the outside and inside, gently, up and down, in and out. Nancy's blond hair became wet and matted on her neck. Her head was twisting in ecstacy from side to side, as her nose nuzzled into the nape of Judy's neck. Then she began squeezing Judy's small, hard breasts, kneading the firm, wrinkled nipples between her thumb and forefinger. It was obvious that Nancy's passion was rising, and an orgasm was inevitable. She moved her head down to where her busy fingers were, and began licking and sucking Judy's tits- not the nipples, but the whole tit. She gingerly licked the tops, sides, and bottom, finally settling on the puffed brown nipples. Judy was busy working Nancy's panties off at the same time she was removing her own. Judy buried her long, smooth fingers deep into the inner folds of Nancy's blond, sweet cunt. Nancy reached out and shoved two fingers into Judy's dark, thickly lipped mound. Their mouths sought each other, as their fingers simultaneously rubbed and pinched their open pink slits and long, erect clits. It was all I could do to keep from jerking off on the side of her mother's house. What I was impatiently waiting for was finally happening. Nancy moved around the bed until her bush was just over Judy's crimson, glistening lips, and her mouth was positioned directly over Judy's slit. Both girls started lapping one another's pussy. Sometimes Nancy would move her entire head from side to side, and then up and down. At other times, she would simply press her mouth to Judy's cunt while letting her pretty tongue do all the work. She would wedge it deeply into her girlfriend's beaver, and then lick the entire length of her slit, resting near the top to give Judy's exposed, sensitive clit the royal treatment. Her tongue flicked across it rapidly sometimes, and then gently, tenderly, and easily at others, teasing Judy into a torrid, wrenching climax. Nancy was obviously coming at the same time, since her hips were bucking wildly from side to side all over Judy's wet, shining face. I think Judy was doing Nancy's pussy with her nose almost as much as with her tender lips. After a few minutes of the girls hugging and caressing on the bed, I knew the show was basically over. I went around the side, where I usually knock, and yelled for Nancy to come to the door. I could hear a rustling of clothes inside as I impatiently rapped. Both girls came to the door smiling and nervous, as if they were little kids hiding something from their father. Althought I said nothing to them about their lesbian experience that night, I later spoke to Nancy about it, and told her how turned on I was. She has promised that she will try it again for me, and maybe even let me get in on the fun. If we do, I'll be sure to let Gallery know.

Adoring slave

Administrator — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 10:58:47 +0000

She turned in her bed and burrowed among the pillows ... the sun was peeping in through the window and that was her alarum clock this season. But a few moments wouldn't matter. Squirmed and cuddled against a satiny pillow. It had been a nice party yesterday. They had talked about Sartre and CAD programs and sex and war and got a little high. It was a wonderful thing to have good friends. Not really friends actually, but colleagues and acquaintances. And then that icecream was a great way to finish off. No calories. None. Not one! Atleast that is what the label said, though Andrew pickering claimed that it was just dishonest advertising. Slight headache though. Never had one normally, though she remembered waking up with a migrane several times in the last few weeks. Must have drunk more than usual ... or maybe the icecream ... ummm. She dozed off till the sun climbed a few inches and shone again on her face. "Ngggh!" Wriggled away from it again, but a sense of duty made her turn around and lie back. Definitely a hangover. She squinted painfully at the light and moaned. Pulled her pillow over her eyes and rubbed against its soft surface. "Mmmm!!". Wriggled to get the bedcover from uncomfortable parts of her body. Wriggled some more. Dug a hand and pulled the sheet free. What? There was something knobbly under her back. Not her sheet. That was to the side. Come to think of it, something poked her in the buttocks and small of the back too. And something - a pillow - was pushed against her breasts. Felt good actually. "Mmmmff!?" she said. After which profound comment, decided to reluctantly explore the discomfort. Careful not to disturb the delightful equilibrium atop her chest - one light pillow, that! - she carefully burrowed a hand under her shoulder blade. And stopped. No wonder she had a hangover. She must have drunk a heck of a lot more than she remembered. That bothered the young woman no end. She was not prone to uncontrolled behaviour. And not remembering! There was a smooth band under her shoulder blade. A bra! She had not even undressed properly. Umm. And where was her nightie? Explored more briskly upstairs now that the pillow had been shown to be a brassiere. WHAT??! Claire sat up bolt upright and then collapsed in a pathetic moan. The world came apart in bright jagged glass fragments that howled atonally and pricked her all over. Some hangover, thought she. Sat up, very carefully. "That's better." Then remembered why she sat up, and gasped. Carefully, very carefully, very, very reluctantly, hoping not to see what she felt, she looked down. Something black. Leather? A leather bra? But it had felt ... Reached a hand and stroked the black. No not leather! Some kind of metal. Matte finish. Very expensive looking, she thought absently. The band was also metal. So was the ring. The rings. Around her nipple. She felt them. Pressing gently against the ring about her left nipple - felt very good. It was very flat and VERY smooth and silky. But undeniably made of metal. Claire's breasts were very sensitive. She often masturbated to orgasm by just touching them. And these rings seemed to amplify all that sensation. She lost herself in pleasure as she pressed and stroked the rings and her nipples imprisoned by them. Squeezed the breasts. Amazingly that was possible. That did not make sense. If she could move them, then she could take it off ...? Did not matter she thought fuzzily. Ohhhh ... She collapsed back on the bed and continued to stroke and pleasure herself. And then she climaxed. "Oh ... ngggggh! Eeeee!" squealed the soprano. Panting, she continued to climax another time, then another. It had NEVER been this intense. Her clitoris felt on fire, a glorious heat! Slowly she came back down to earth, and the question that had occurred to her before. She pushed against the wires(?) that held the rings in place. They moved easily. But at the base of the breasts was a solid ribbon of metal! That encircled her breasts and went about her back. She could not see any flange or anything. Curious! How could it have gone on? Decisively ignoring her headache, claire got out of bed and went to her study. Got out the microscope she used to read the ridiculous print of her old engineering handbooks. Thankgod they were digitizing them nowadays. You needed to be superman with X-ray vision to read the specs on the chips in those books! Ah, there. Adjusted the microscope and looked. So. A matte surface, yes. And made of incredibly tiny and well fit together little links. Beautiful! Some part of her mind was quite complimented that whoever had put this on her hadn't gone for a cheap item. This put someone back a pretty penny ... she continued to study the metal bra slowly aware of something very wrong - well even MORE wrong. Wiggled her butt. A very nice butt it was, too. Who could have put this on her, she wondered? Someone who knew her measurements. Someone who could get into her apartment. Well, actually that was probably no big deal for a halfway clever person. She could have done it herself. Just pretend to be a busybody and people gave you _anything_! Someone with a lot of nerve ... and a good deal of class ... she stroked the beautiful construct caging her breasts pensively. Then all the things at the back of her mind clicked together. "What the fuck!!" she cried. Looking beyond the fascinating bra she could see panties. Metal panties. Panties, hell. A chastity belt was what it was. But how the hell could she not have noticed it? I mean, something that is tightly encircling her butt and ... and actually going between her legs and and WHAT THE HELL WAS IT DOING THERE? Half an hour later found claire stirring stiffly from her daze. She shivered convulsively and sniffled a little. Padded into her bedroom and got a dressing gown. The speaker alarm was mumbling about traffic. "Fuck! I'm late. Oh, damn!" She rushed into the bath and turned on the hot shower. Adjusted the nozzle for a needle spray. "Oooh!" Soaped herself rapidly and almost ignored the peculiar things her scrubbing hand was discovering. Yes it went between her legs. 'It' was two chains or bands. It actually sat like a cork in her labia! And and an anal ring. As if she were an animal! She could not feel any joints. Any breaks. It was all smooth matte finish and felt oppressively permanent. The coffee maker whistled its summons. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" mumbled our heroine, as she stumbled out of the shower and ran to the cabinet and threw on a few clothes. No time to think. She had to get to work. Bill wanted those project assessments by nine. "Oh, damn" she cried in tears as she cracked a beautifully manicured nail. The bra felt strange on top of another bra, and the panties were totally impractical! But she threw them on anyway and her outer clothes. She wore those slacks last week, no those were too pink, no not those, oh damn, damn, why couldn't she think? Grabbed the first clothes and got into them. She looked like a hag. Shadows around her eyes. Tear streaks. Desperately patted powder. That would have to do. Fled to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee and gulped it down. No time for breakfast! She poured herself a cup of orange juice and drank it down somehow. It froze her throat. She HATED ice cold juice. Everything was wrong today. The elevator took eternity to come. There were dozens of noisy people wanting to get off on every floor. Come on, she screamed silently. I need to get to the office. She pressed her legs together nervously and abruptly released them - that reminded her of her other problems and those she did not want to deal with now ... who knew maybe this was all a dream. Yes, it is a dream. In a dream she would quite like this to happen she thought. Relaxed and watched the silly people get on and off. The problem with living on the twenty eighth floor of anything is that there are twenty eight floors of people wanting to do perverse things she thought. Atlast the basement. The car, a sleek BMW. Her symbol of yuppiedom achieved. She giggled remembering the day she showed her car off to her mother. Mom was totally scandalized. She had come to the US from england and had been poor. To her it was a total waste. How could you explain that money wasn't to be made for its own sake but for using? Sadly thought about the stroke that took her parent away a year ago. Not too much grief, she hadn't really been close to her mother. It was her father who had been close. Who had pushed her into being an engineer. "Make the best use of your mind you can" he would keep saying. Though she remembered fondly his bemusement at how lovely she had turned out. It had caused problems, she thought. Her mother had been a rather plain looking woman, and not too affectionate. And when this glorious intelligent lovely child of his grew up, he simply didn't know how to handle it. Hopefully an enjoyable bemusement, she wished. She still missed him, when he died on that freak accident when the blasting dynamite blew up even though the stuff was supposed to be inactive. A good way to go though, not lingering on like adam's father. That man was totally senile, and still lived on. If she weren't thoroughly turned off by adam's other flaws, she would even feel sorry for him. The traffic was manageable, thank god for little mercies. Only ten minutes late. She flew into her office and acknowledged a frantic semaphore from penny. I'm coming! she thought, don't rush me, I've had enough problems already. Grabbed her dossier and went on into bill's office. Looking into a mirror in her office along the way. Looking like a hag ... Bill Manning. A heavyset middleaged man, with lowering eyebrows. Scared the hell out of his subordinates, without any real cause. He was actually known to be a fair boss, but his staccato inquisitions left claire wrung out always. It was no different today. He wanted to know if the projects were doable, if they could be done if there was a labour strike, if the parts needed had alternate suppliers, if the market could take the product, if, if, if ... claire's head was throbbing by the time she got out of his office, loaded with work. "And get back to me tomorrow on this! It needs quick action if we are to turn a profit on it. Hitachi is reputed to be producing a chip that will make the whole thing obsolete!" Gulp down an aspirin. She laid her head on her hands and counted sheep. The project needed her attention. And in the afternoon, she had to attend that workshop about changing business conditions in mexico - who CARED about mexico anyway? So they passed a law liberalizing their trade policy. They've been doing that for ages, and nothing ever really changed. But she had to attend or Kelly Lyndon would put one more black mark against her record. Why the hell she needed to know international financing to be a project supervisor she wanted to know. And why today?? Sighing claire got down to work. Projects didn't get done by moping over them. Got to stop thinking about private matters. Didn't do any good ... she burst into tears and quietly sobbed for a while. Then dried her tears and went to work. Lunch was a hurried affair spent talking about an assembly line problem; fabrication was in a panic. Fabrication was ALWAYS in a panic. "You look real nice today, claire". A voice by her side. Turned and saw Anna. Anna was a secretary in another office ... all the secretaries always considered the female engineers as peers while the men were both looked up to and treated as incompetent boys. In some ways it was enjoyable, as that level was a lot more sociable, but usually it was a pain in the neck. You needed proper distance to function ... and you didn't get that by having Anna comment on her clothes and nail polish! "Oh, hi!" she said grumpily. Then wondered how Anna could say what she did. She could see the circles under her eyes. "That is a nice shirt you have on" Anna continued. Claire wildly wondered how to end the conversation. Then suddenly paid attention. "Shows off your shape much better than your normal stuff". Oho! What the hell was she wearing anyway? It was the cream, no it was the beige shirt with double row of buttons ... she thought it was actually a little loose. It must be the damned, fucking wire bra pushing her boobs out so everyone could see them. She glowered at the blameless news-terminal as it burped out further panic news about the chipset that had too much cadmium in it. Why was that a problem wondered an abstract part of her mind. Another brooded over the problem of avoiding notice this afternoon. Another part ... no that part was busy not thinking at all, for if it DID think, she would go to pieces. Control. She abruptly got up and murmured a plea of work and fled. "She looks a little pooped today" commented a colleague. "Actually that makes her look even better. Anna, sweet, can't you tell us the secret of how to conquer the heart of the valkyrie?" Anna laughed and replied, "Claire is too busy making it in her career. One day she will wake up and and realise that there is more to life." "It's to be hoped I'm there when this happens. Though with my luck ..." replied a grumpy admirer. "Fat chance! If our ice queen thawed out, you think she is going to notice any of us, boyo? She'll probably fall for Bill the galactic hero." "Bill is fat, old, and is an obnoxious old devil to boot!" "So what? He's her boss, sees her every day, and I have actually heard him tell her she did a good job once. Have you ever got that from him? See? He's sweet on her." "Yes, but is _she_ sweet on him? I mean, his idea of a nice gift would probably be the blue print of an early IC!" Afternoon was as bad as she feared. Asprins fueled the way. She was seeing double as she drove back. God, if she could get back to the apartment, she would bomb for the next twelve hours. The project ... whispered an evil corner of her mind. Damn the project she thought. With her headache she would probably contract with hitachi to supply them the chips they needed. And then have to answer why the shipments were being held up by a footdragging supplier ... Strange. After all that, home looked just like it always did. She collapsed in a sofa and sipped a little champaigne. A bath ... then bed. No. She needed to eat or she would not recover. The thought of food was nauseous. Bread, she decided. Something she could not throw up on. And some chinese tea. She ate, and went to have her bath. Almost didn't notice the warm spray as she was lost in a migrane haze. Dried herself and went and collapsed into sleep. ================================================================ June 11th 1997 Claire woke up gradually. "It looks like there won't be any more rain this year, and the drought situation is as bad as ever." She moaned and burrowed into pillows till she didn't have to hear. WHY did they talk about such things in the morning? Sing songs. Babble. Instead they give the news. As if we need the news to kill all the joy in life before we are even properly awake! Mmm. Nice. The satiny feel of the pillow against her face was soo good. And the nice warm bedcover. She wiggled a shoulder against the sheet; a nice shaggy feel. .... shaggy feel? What the ... Claire sat upright and immediately cringed waiting for the demons of migrane hellstorms to smite her. Nothing. She raised a head cautiously. Well. That is a relief anyway. Umm? That is a relief period! No conditionals about it. Then she looked down. THAT IS NOT MY BEDSPREAD! She ran her fingers through the lovely soft sheet; artificial mink she diagnosed. The mink was protected, so genetic cloning produced the ethical mink fur. She had heard of such - guaranteed even not to be hot in warm weather. Cost the devil though. AND SHE DID NOT OWN ONE! With a gasp, claire remembered yesterday. Wildly she flung off the cover and examined herself. They were still there. The bra. The chastity belt. And now this bedspread. This was too much! She looked around. Things were different. There was a lovely set of matched cushions lying on the fouton she had in her room. They weren't there the day before. Atleast she didn't remember them, though it was possible that she was too ... well too distracted to remember. Absently she gathered up the mink fur in her hands and rubbed a cheek against it as she considered. So. Not cheap. Not cheap at all. Whoever had done this was willing to pay for quality goods. She shivered as she remembered admiring the workmanship of the bra. Mmmm. She jumped up. I AM NOT GOING TO LET HIM DO THIS TO ME! Charged with resolution she walked up to the telephone and picked it up ... chewed her lip. Well ... call the police ... inspector someone put me in a chastity belt. It happened yesterday but I was too busy to call you. Yes and he has been in my apartment and left THINGS ... see that mink fur? What? Yes it is very expensive. Do I object? OfCOURSE I object! What do I want to do? Well I want out ... Claire sat down on the fouton. That wasn't going to work, and she was damned if she would let some smirking policeman have her bend over while he examined just how the belt locked about her. Or policewoman either! That time when the police raided the _coral garden_. The policeman was very nice and agreed that they were probably not involved with the nasty racket that the place was a front for. But the policewomen ... they pinched and poked her and one called her a _skrie_. Apparently latest slang for prostitute. Where they get these words ... What she needed was a ... a locksmith ... with a sinking sensation Claire remembered the fancy workmanship of the bra. She had the feeling that this was a high tech toy. SHE would probably be more capable of solving the lock than any locksmith. Except she was locked in it ... Well! Nothing to it but to try. Maybe locksmithing had gone hightech too! But it had to be a _female_ locksmith. And anyway, how the hell did one ask for a woman ... I want a lock broken into ... do you have a woman? ... why? well I just want a woman locksmith! Well, she could TRY ... then again ... She slowly put down the phone and thought some more. Whoever did this surely knew what she was doing. She was mortally certain he had bugged the apartment. He. A rich motherfucker. A dirty old sugar daddy ... except not much sugar about him! He ... she? Claire sat up at this thought. Could a woman be responsible? She was very attractive to lesbian women she knew. Almost _more_ so than to men, though she herself had no inclinations that way. She was pretty much a conventional girl sexually. Woman. Not a girl anymore - be twenty eight soon! She looked thoughtfully at the bra and the belt. She wondered. Even today, not many women entered the engineering disciplines. And she fancied that THESE items were custom manufactured at great expense. She felt it in her guts. There simply was no reason for the intricate workmanship to make a metal bra. What was wrong with a flange and lock after all? Surely from all she had read, it would be more satisfactory to have a lock prominantly present. No ... she thought that it was probably a man after all. A damn rich smart one though. She shivered, a delightfully tingly feeling of goosebumps. Whoever did this was probably as clever as her. And he knew what he wanted ... but she bounced up indignantly, WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT! She knew what she was going to do; she was going to see sally. Sally Mathews was Claire's gynacoelogist. And a good friend. Not an intimate friend ... claire just didn't tend to have those, being so wrapped up as she was with work. Work. She had no time to call sally now. Have to do it later. She must hurry ... she went into the bath. The shower was hot and delicious. The metal stung as she the jet struck her breasts near the nipple. Ouch! Oooh! She had no time ... she scrambled out of the bath and remembered about hygene. Good thing she was going to see sally anyway. The menstrual bleeding would be a hell of a problem with that belt in place. Have to figure out a way of coping. She stopped. No. That was not the way to think. She was not going to cope with a chastity belt. She was going to get rid of it! Must keep that in mind. A cold feeling settled down on her but she resolutely ignored it and got ready. What to wear? Damn the bra. If she was looking like dolly parton in that loose beige then most of her clothes were OUT. She had to buy new clothes. These would be fine when she wanted to show off her boobs, but they wouldn't do for now, not at all. There, she was doing it again! Rather than buying new clothes she was going to get this thing OFF!! Close to tears she jerked a loose pullover from the closet and put it on. Now it wouldn't matter that she had the equivalent of a silicone implant! Another hurried breakfast. Another commute. Another late arrival. She must be careful or bill will notice. He did not tolerate slackers. _He_ came an hour earlier than everyone else and saw no reason why they couldn't atleast arrive when they were supposed to. Work went apace. By lunchtime she had worked out the things bill wanted to fix before going ahead. Feeling a warm glow of achievement, claire went down to the cafetaria. Fabrication was in a panic. Again. Too little cadmium. "I thought they had too MUCH cadmium?" "Well, you know how it is. Can't please them no matter what we do." "What's with the sweater, kid? It is boiling outside." " Oh, I felt a cold coming on." Met bill in the afternoon. He was very pleased with the project. He actually said "good work" ... claire finished up her report and started catching up on routine ... damn, it was getting late. Must leave now if she wanted to get home in time for dinner. She fled to the car and joined the great unwashed in their dialy lemming run from the office to the condo. Atleast she could cook a dinner today. There was a ready made pie she could make ... The radio was on when she entered the apartment. Damn silly thing turned on and off in temperamental fashion. Once it had woken her up at two in the morning ... Apparently the time signal from the radio station was being interfered with ... something was wrong ... she stopped. Looked around carefully. Something was in the oven. No, that wasn't it. Damn it, that WAS part of it. But ... she spun around half afraid, half hoping to SEE someone. Nothing. Her mysterious captor had done something again; and the smell of the pie in the oven -- HOW DID HE KNOW I WANTED TO MAKE A PIE? Must have bugged the car as well she thought distractedly and I must have been talking aloud. The phone! Was there something wrong with the phone? Had he disabled it? She shook herself and took a deep breath. She worked some ten hours at the office from where she could call anyone in the world. No point doing things to the phone. She continued to look around, bothered by some anomaly. Then she realised. The drapes. The pattern. Intertwining chains ... she caught hold of the curtain to tear it to shreds then stopped. Let go with a sigh. No point taking it out on the poor cloth. Not poor cloth at all. It even _smelled_ good, of thyme. They made them that way now. If you were willing to pay enough, then they sold cloth that slowly broke down emitting these scents. And seems they last for decades too. Very expensive. Of course. She was tired. This was too much to take. She would phone Sally now, and damn him if he heard her. "Sally? This is claire" "I need to see you urgently" "Call me back when you can. Maybe an appointment tomorrow? Bye." She put down the phone and slowly got up to have dinner. The oven contained a pie, and other goodies. There was also a bottle of expensive wine, and a goblet. The bottle was half empty. Claire shivered convulsively, then picked up it up. Slowly poured it out. She wondered if it was drugged. Then decided it didn't matter. What more could the monster do to her? She had already come to the conclusion that he had no intention of raping her. This was a wierd kind of seduction, and an interesting one too, except that she took extreme objection to not having the key to her metallic underwear. ================================================================ June 12th 1997 "Thursday commute ..." muttered the radio. Claire woke and then froze. She did not WANT to know what new shock was in store for her. She lay very still listening with her ears, though for what, she had no idea. Were there anklets on her now? Or a collar? She shivered and began to cry. Why couldn't he just take her out to dinner or something. If only she could see him, she thought. He might be a hunchback for all she knew. She fantasized a gloriously handsome, virile, super intelligent man and had the most intense orgasms ever, as the extra sensitivity of her breasts and clitoris make her almost too sensitive. She hadn't gotten beyond the point where she is dressed in this translucent burgundy slip and ofcourse the cutlery, and is looking appealingly up at him and he makes a masterful demand and she couldn't handle it anymore and immediately climaxed. Got up. Good heavens! No new pets! No new chains or brands. The bed looked just like it did last night. The man must be running out of steam! Cheered up considerably claire showered and got ready. This evening she normally went for aerobics. That was out ofcourse. Ethel would know immediately. She cringed at the thought. Ethel kaplan was a nice woman, but she had the sensitivity of a rhinocerous. She would probably strip claire naked in front of everyone just to see what lay underneath! And anyway, she needed a new dress to handle changed 'panty lines' ... The phone rang. It was sally. An appointment at ten. Yes she could make it. She rang up the office and told them doctor's appointment and how she would come in late. How late? She didn't know. Bill wanted to see her? Well tell him 1PM. That gave her three hours with sally. If they couldn't do something in three hours, ... she did not complete that thought. **************************************************************** They couldn't do anything in three hours. Mostly they argued. Sally wanted to call the police. Claire did not want to hear another word about that. She mentioned female locksmiths instead, and sally looked dubious. They agreed to give it a try, though sally kept prodding claire to go to the cops. Claire said in exasperation, "Look Sal, what will the cops do? Either they catch the guy or they don't, right? And if they don't catch him, THEY are going to call a locksmith. We might as well do it ourselves, and save me the total embarrassment of explaining that I woke up in chains, and no I don't read GOR novels!" "But if they catch him ..." "Well, if they catch him, then they are going to get him for assault and toss him in the can and toss the key away. And, well I want this thing off, but I don't want to send him to twenty years prison for it! He just bought me a mink comforter worth a year's salary! I mean ... I don't know what I am saying, but the police are out!" Sally looked at her narrowly but subsided. Claire could see that she was THINKING THOUGHTS. Like maybe claire knew who done it. Let her. She didn't know who done it, but she had the very uneasy feeling that the police would not do any better than she would at getting the thing off. This was out of their class. They could handle crude stuff. This was getting fancy, too fancy. There were other reasons too, but she squashed them before she had to think about those. The locksmith was the _real_ loss. She was an enormous middleaged woman, with a perpetual smile that consisted of jiggling rolls of flesh. Claire wondered if she could actually do anything, and seeing her doubt, the woman casually unlocked the doctor's safe. Claire swallowed her doubts and hoped for the best. "Maxine's the name, ladies. I can open any lock you need to have opened. So what's with this special problem that needs a lady locksmith?" When she heard what was needed, she gave a hoot. "Girl, the way ain't to get out of the dam' belt! What you gotta do is wiggle your hips till his mind clear dribbles away and then you lead him by the nose wherever you wants!" She added, "My folks, they use these things whatchamacall'm chastity belts lots. Got a lot of jealous men. Mostly the ones who can't get it up! And I tell you, it make for great sex! Turn them on, it does! And the poor darlings, they can keep it up all the night through, they can. Aphrodisiac, that's what it is." The woman babbled happily on about chastity belts till Claire took off her clothes. Then she stopped talking. She walked around her. As Claire predicted, she had her get down on hand and knees so she could examine it all. Then she looked at the bra. Then she asked, "Where's the bloody lock?" It went downhill from there. It had to. The locksmith gave up on lockpicking. Then she tried to cut through the metal and failed utterly. Whatever the metal was, it was enormously hard. Diamond, couldn't scratch it. Ofcourse diamond was no longer the hardest thing around, but locksmiths certainly didn't have access to the harder stuff. Sally got a bright idea and tried her surgical drill ... five seconds of that and claire was threatening her with a scalpal unless she desisted. Not that it had made a dent. But the vibrations had been so intense that she had nearly passed out with the pain. After an inconclusive session, claire left refusing to discuss it further. "But claire, the police ..." "Leave the police out of it!" "But if not the cops ..." Claire left before she could complete that question. She did not have an answer, and prefered not to face the question. **************************************************************** The rest of the week passed in a haze of work and overwork. The weekend found claire gorging on food to forget her troubles and binging on work when that didn't help. The new week came as an exquisite relief and she plunged back into the fray. Sometime during that weekend, she went to a clothing store she frequented occassionally. Her mistake. Ofcourse they remembered her. Everyone remembered her. Especially women. The saleswoman at the counter welcomed her with open arms. And took out all the clothes that only women with superb features and willowy figures could wear. "Umm, I would like some loose clothes". The woman looked at her with wildly surmising eyes. "We have an EXCELLENT set of pregnancy clothes ..." she offered. Her eyes seemed to bore right through Claire's backbone. "Err, I just want some loose outfits," Claire smiled weakly. "But ... but ..." the woman spluttered. She actually turned somewhat sullen at the insistence that her beautiful customer wanted to look poorly clothed and had the temerity to come to HER shoppe for that! Claire managed to crawl out with a handful of loose clothing. She knew that they were probably _looser_ than what she wanted, but what the hell. Atleast these would solve the problem - one problem. ANYWAY, she thought optimistically, THE MONSTER MIGHT STOCK MY CLOSET WITH THE RIGHT SIZES AFTER HE SEES THESE! This thought cheered her up so much that she went and splurged on an icecream. She was vaguely aware that she was eating to avoid facing her problems, but was too insecure to do anything to combat that. ============================================ 17th june, 1997 Claire woke up and stretched. The nipple ring pressed against the sensitive part of her breast and she was immediately aroused. she stroked herself erotically, and climaxed. She used to enjoy masturbating slowly, watching herself. But nowadays it tended to be a quickie, huddled under the blankets. It was more intense ... but actually less fun. She had her shower and, robe around herself, she came out into her bedroom. And stopped. The monster had struck again. The phone was there. The curtains were there. The books were there. The fouton was still a fouton. The walls; the walls. More precisely one corner. A pair of full length mirrors now adorned that corner. AND there was a mirror on the floor. HOW COULD HE DO THIS AND I NOT WAKE UP? she wailed in her mind. Obviously the answer lay in some sleeping pill or other - dozens of them nowadays, which were essentially traceless. She went up to the mirrors. They were actually NOT fixed to the wall. Rather attached to each other. So. A portable mirror system. What for? She nibbled a lip as she looked at the mirrors. After a while, she realised what they were for. They were for looking at herself. The monster had some twisted reason obviously, but it was sure to be a clever one. She sighed and looked at her reflection. She was looking tired, she thought. But that was just the work. Her hair was rather untidy. She usually kept better care of it than this. The robe slipped from her body. She looked at herself critically. Now she could see what the monster must have seen. She was putting on weight in unseemly places. Infact, she thought, the poor chastity belt was struggling now against the onslaught of flesh. All those binges. All that ice-cream. "Aerobics" she said aloud. "I need aerobics". But "You ... you monster you! You put these things on me and I cannot go in a leotard without bulging in suspicious directions! It is all your fault!" She burst into tears and dived back into bed to console herself. After a while, she got up and looked at herself again. Aerobics. She went to the phone and dialed up the directory and found another gym. One which was expensive. And then looked up at the ceiling and shouted, "Well if you want me to slim down, you better get me in this gym. I'll be damned if I go to some hole in the corner place!" Well. To work. Atleast work wasn't a problem. She had done all the things she had to do. Actually had a free hour or two. Curious, in the afternoon, she phoned up that gym and asked for a reservation. Gave her name. Half expected the answer, "Your sessions are already paid for, Ms Fairchild." So the monster DID respond to her, even if he hid from her face. Somehow that was an enormous relief. Yet ... obviously he cared. Else he wouldn't have done the things he did. Cared for her as ... as a valuable possession? She drove home and looked in her closet. As expected, there was a new set of tights for her class. She put it on curiously. Interesting! The design seemed to make the belt and bra invisible. She sat down slowly. This wasn't the product of an engineering mind. Neither were most of the things he had bought for her. She wondered, yes she wondered. Maybe he had other_ women? Who were capable of making such selections? A hot wave of jealousy washed through her. Whatever her names for him, she always assumed that this was an intimate bond, even if a wierd one. Now ... she was furious. She was probably one woman in a harem! Aerobics left her tender in unmentionable places. "Vaseline, you idiot!" she muttered to herself as she winced her way to the bathroom. "Aerobics and chastity belts don't mix. Heard that, you monster?" she abruptly called up to the ceiling. The next day was exquisitely painful. On the one hand the pleasant feeling of muscles that had been exercised, and on the other hand the very tender sensations of her butt. After her bath though, she spent a while examining herself in the mirrors. The bottom one let her see the difficult to see areas. She could see the belt fitting neatly between the labial lips. "Just like a bit in a horse's mouth" she muttered indignantly. And the anal ring. It all looked so delicate. And yet, she knew, it was made of an unbelievably strong material. Ofcourse that came back to the question, did HE have a way to unlock the damned thing? He must or it was all pointless. And if he did, could she puzzle it out ...? There was no obvious place for a key though. Squatting there, she realised that she really did need to lose weight. She practically bulged about the belt all over. Oh well, vaseline before the session next time! Then she might have orgasms instead, which was far preferable! Thursday came and with it, a visit to Sally. The doctor looked disapproving, but examined her and told her that she looked fine. "How much does it get in your way?" she asked. "Actually it doesn't get in the way at all" answered claire, "Except ofcourse, hygene ..." "And what are you doing to get rid of it?" "Nothing" Sally was aghast and piqued at the same time. Claire repeated, "Nothing at all ..." Tuesdays and fridays were the aerobics days. Vaseline therapy apparently did the trick. Or Claire was getting the hang of things. Or even that part of the anatomy learns to cope. Probably the latter. She was only mildly sore after the session. Felt virtuous - damn it, that was a lousy word. She was in the position of having virtue thrust upon her. She stamped in annoyed fashion into the shower and had a good scrub. The hygene problems of a belt made a good excuse to play with herself in the shower, and she had begun to really enjoy herself these days. Had to watch the water bill though! Never mind, the monster would pay! She explored herself in front of the mirror and imagined the excess flesh evaporating under the onslaught of an elevated pulse rate. Leaving her trim and lovely ... as lovely as the belt itself. Claire stroked herself slowly as she watched her body in the mirror. She used to watch herself, but never in a mirror. This was kinky! Especially the bottom view. She plopped herself on the fouton and continued, artistically draping herself so she could continue to watch her swelling clitoris. Ofcourse the fouton was ideally placed for this. He must have thought this scenario in his devious mind when he placed the mirrors. Then again, if it wasn't she would probably have indulged in a little interior decoration. Twisty little man. Who are you? And what do you look like. She could put a shape on his mind by now. A tasty shape it was too. Though too domineering. All very well to say the things are beautiful, but if that is his idea of pleasing a ladyfriend, he needed a little civilizing. Then again, maybe that locksmith had a point. "Do you have trouble getting it up, darling monster?" she called up to the ceiling. "Is that what the belt is for?" Suddenly disgusted, she got up. Probably masturbating himself watching his ... slave ... pleasure herself. Damned if she would be pawed over even by remote viewing! A restlessness filled Claire as the weekend dawned. She got out her hiking gear and set out for the hills. There was a climb today, according to the calendar. Good to work off some of her sloth. She stomped over hill and under dale and was wiped out by the time she got back. Fun though. Wasn't till she got back that she remembered her belt. Hmm. Didn't have any problem. Good. A long soak would do her good. Started the water running. Got rid of the sweaty clothes and got in. Oooh! This was life. A warm soak after a long hike. She soaked ... The water was cool when she woke up. Brrr! Jumped out and drained the tub. Turned on the hot shower and warmed up. Must drink something hot if she wanted to avoid catching a cold. Went into the kitchen. There was a hot mug of herbal tea on the kitchen table. The vapour was lazily curling up, it must have just been made ... "Thank you!" she said . The sound of her voice speaking to an empty room sounded insane, and she blushed. Oh well, so she was going nuts. In addition to everything else. It was very mediocre tea. Very cheering fact too. Monster was not inhumanly perfect. He obviously was a lousy cook. Still the thought was what counted. Sunday was indeed sun day for claire. To curl up on the patio and do a good imitation of a lizard. Bad for health they say, all that sun. But with these screens that filtered out all the cosmic rays and stuff it couldn't be that bad. Anyway, a sunday wasn't complete without a bask. Did he have a camera trained this way, she wondered hazily. If so lets give him a nice view. She artistically posed in a provocative pose and snoozed. Damn metal. She should have known better than to sunbathe with a couple of chains wrapped around her! She dived into the shower and squealed in relief. One's delicate parts did not need to get special attention from the sun's heat! ================================================================ Tuesday was gym day. She got up and stretched. Yesterday was hell. Her period had come, and she made a visit to sally to see if she was going to have problems. No problems, the doctor reported. "It is quite well constructed" sally said approvingly. "Just be finicky and you will be fine." All very well for her to say. But she was edgy and her breasts were pressing against the confining metal and everything was extra sensitive. Not uncomfortable actually. But how could you work when you could feel something brushing against your nipples everytime you breathed? Atleast she did the simple stuff. And atleast she didn't get big mood swings during this time. She was looking a lot better now. Back to looking like she did when she first got the belt. Still needed to lose some. Then it would look perfect. She admired the contrast of the dull black chains and her fair skin and her silky red pubic hair. THANK GOD HE DIDN'T CHOOSE PINK! she thought. Wednesday had a surprise. She woke up to find some changes. A couple of _lovely_ lamps. Period pieces, those. Contrasted delightfully with the decor. She admired the change for a while and then the notion that had been nudging underneath flowered. That kinky mind was upto something. What? The lamps would ... actually they would _not_ light up the room very well. Maybe he was just lousy at interior decoration? No. He had excellent taste, witness the cushions. What _would_ they light well? Umm. Ummmm! They would light up the fouton plus mirror set quite well indeed. So! The man wanted a sex show now! Grrrr! Actually not. On the table, she found a very fancy camera. And pieces of a stand. Why on the table? Why not set it up in the room? And anyway, what was he asking her to do? Camera took holographic stills. The kind you could then manipulate and see the woman from your personal perverted orientation. So the lamps were special indeed! She had read of these things, that you could now get holographic color film, but that it took special lighting. Claire put it aside and went to work. Work was proving to be productive. And she was in a good mood. Luxuriated in her new sense of a fit body . The monster had indeed come up with a quality line of perfectly fitting clothing. She was sure he had some expert advice. He couldn't be a super engineer and have a super sense of interior decorating and know women's fashions and still be a human male. But he was male. She was sure of that by now. No woman would have lasted so long - she would have had to touch her possession and stroke it and murmur to it. It took a man to stand apart as pygmalion and admire his galatea. But she didn't want to share him with other women! He was hers! That evening, she bathed and dressed carefully. Adorned in her most fetching and tasty neglige, she set up the camera and then began to play with herself. As far as she could find, there was no way for her to set a delay on the thing. Ergo, leave it to the monster to figure out something. He almost certainly had a remote button beside him as he slavered over his pet possession. Let him decide when to click. She arched sensually and erotically showing off her body. She pouted and tried to mock struggle out of her bonds. Made love to her stuffed gorilla And had a positively glorious time being shamelessly exhibitionist. And when she looked, six frames had been shot. Interesting. Curious, she waited for the things to develop and tried to see what they showed. Without the machine, ofcourse, you couldn't project the images, but she could see the images in the special lighting ... ohhh! that was that better not be made public! Well, she hoped that the ogre was happy. Come morning, Claire hopped chirpily out of bed and went running to the kitchen. The photographs were gone! He had taken them. And ... on the table, fresh, so fresh you could see the dew drops on it, was a crimson rosebud. Her breath caught as she stopped short at this. Approached the flowerbud warily, so warily. Gently picked it up, sniffed. It had a smell even. This was a flower grown in a garden, not bought at a florist. It was so beautiful. She considered where to wear it ... then knew where. Carefully, between her breasts, she slid the flower into a small socket that might have been made for this. DAMN TRICKY MONSTER she thought unsurprised. He thought of everything. And then she was weeping. And flung herself at the table and covered it with kisses, everywhere his hand must have touched, to pick up the film to place the flower. Finally she subsided on the floor, leaning against a chair. She did not know where this was going. She did not know who her master was. She did not know if she would even be his only lover. But she was his. That was not to be denied. Whatever he asked her to do, she would. She was his possession, his adoring slave ...

Rileys friend turns into a lesbian slave

Administrator — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 18:35:59 +0000

It was Friday afternoon and I was glad I didn't have a date. I'd been asked but nothing seemed right about any of them. I just wanted to be alone. Seattle was rainy when I boarded the United flight to Los Angeles. First class always appeals to me. Not just in flights but everything else too. I guess I just feel more important when I spend more money on me. Clothes, car, my hair, having my nails done, a facial, presents for friends, restaurants and flying in first class. Why was I thinking of all these things? My mind was wandering. My presentation this morning went well. I was proud of myself. Somehow, being the only woman in the meeting made me proud."It was a man's world" was boring but it still held true in my career. Marketeers were almost all men up to five years ago with Bennett Financial. I even feel that it should be men out making the living in their little Brooks Bros. suits and wing tip shoes and white button down shirts. I don't want to be out here in Seattle, flying, working, driving with little time for me. That's why I'm glad I don't have a date this evening when I get home. I just want to be alone. "Excuse me, ma'am" the attendant was saying. I guess I had dropped off. I was aware that my right foot was asleep and my shoes had gone under my seat. I was turned on my right side sleeping. I had a vague feeling of being wakened in the middle of an anxious dream and at first I was a little afraid. Where was I? "Excuse me, Miss Albright, I don't mean to wake you but we need to move a passenger up next to you; we seem to be having some problem getting her lights and fan to work, do you mind?" I still was a little foggy. I must have been sleeping for some time. I usually only have trouble waking after I fall asleep for one or two hours in the afternoon. I didn't even answer and I noticed another woman standing next to the flight attendant. She was going to sit next to me. "I'm Jackie Montague. I hope you don't mind awfully letting me sit next to you. The controls over my seat weren't working and I couldn't read and there was no fan. I guess there was some kind of electrical problem, nothing major." I answered not fully awake. Mostly nodded. "That's fine. I'm Cindy Albright, please sit down." My valise was not on the seat next to me but I guessed the flight attendant had put it overhead. Jackie rang the call button. The attendant arrived. "I'd like a glass of orange juice, may I order something for you Cindy"? Orange juice sounded great right now and something in her voice was strangely appealing. I answered right away. "Yes, I'd like orange juice too, please". Jackie stared at me for just a moment longer than necessary. A smile came over her mouth. Strangely appealing. "I'm going to LA, you?" she said. The way she spoke. Very direct. That's what everyone at work says is my claim to success. Being direct. I didn't feel direct though. She was direct. And her stare was sort of piercing. She smiled when she spoke but it didn't really seem like a complete smile. Just partly. The rest of her smile was as though she was holding something back. "Me too. I live in LA and have been in Seattle for a couple of days. My work." Jackie sipped her drink. "What kind of work are you involved in?" Now we were going to do some chit chat I could see but she seemed a little more interesting than most. For the last two days I had been involved in so many sets of small talk that I hoped we could really talk. I wanted to really talk. No more chit chat, please. "I work for a financial corporation that sells certain products to banks. I've been in Seattle presenting our product line to a couple of banks." "I live in LA and work for CNN, the news tv channel," Jackie said. "I'm in sales too, a little like you, I imagine, Cindy." No one ever calls me by my name. Somehow, it always sounds serious. Like when I was a little girl and my mom would call me into the house, especially if I had done something to displease her. Jackie appeared to be about five years older than me. It was hard to tell in this light, though. Five or six years older I would guess. I had just had my twenty-eighth birthday about a month earlier. I could forget about most of it except the cake with the candle that Frank ordered at the restaurant he had taken me to. Not the cake, the song the waiters had struggled through. It was horrible. But it was funny. Frank was funny that night too. Frank was usually not too funny. I was glad we were taking some time away from each other to think out our relationship. Jackie was impeccably dressed in a dark tailored suit, white blouse, tie and dark heels. I hadn't noticed but she looked somewhat masculine. Her hair was dark and fairly short. She had a very serious business look about her. And she seemed sure of herself. The way I always wanted to feel, but didn't. She had the look of success in the marketing field that many women now had. But she looked successful. I tried but she had the look and probably would have it no matter what she was wearing. "I'm going to have a glass of wine and I'd like you to join me", Jackie said. She rang the call button as I was nodding my approval. Her nails were done very nicely and recently too. I always notice nails. Yesterday, I had run into a woman from a competing financial company, coming out from giving a presentation to one of the banks I had called on. She had been just in front of me and I guess I had arrived a little early. Usually, I don't get to see the people who are before me. It is considered in poor taste to allow people in competition to actually see one another. Probably just an example of one of the unwritten rules made by men before I got on the scene. Her nails looked terrible. I laughed; maybe that was why I had been received so nicely at First Interstate Bank. "To a new friendship" I heard Jackie say as she held up her glass for a toast. I clicked my glass against hers. The wine was good. Cold and not too sweet. "I toured the wine country in northern California last year on vacation." Jackie was speaking again to me. I liked the crispness in her voice. There was a faint accent I couldn't place. "I've never been" I heard myself saying. The wine was giving me a warm all over feeling and I was looking at Jackie to see what she was going to say next. I guess she must have seen me almost staring at her. She smiled again. "Do you like wine?" she asked me. "Yes, but I don't know much about it" I responded. I had finished my glass and felt good. Jackie had pushed the call button again and had ordered us both another glass. She seemed to know that I wanted another because she didn't bother to ask me first. I found myself talking about my work and about Frank, dating and how I looked forward to a weekend without a date. I talked and talked. Jackie would stop me occasionally to ask me questions but she really didn't say much about herself. She was a vice president of a certain division of CNN and had been with them for about five years. She covered the West Coast and travelled often. We both went to many of the same cities. We were now approaching LAX and the seat belt sign had just come on. I was still holding my wine glass and Jackie noticed the sign coming on and reached over me and fastened my belt for me. She smiled again. She was very pretty as she got close to me. Her smile and her manner told me everything was alright. I felt safe with her. With Frank, I never felt safe. I was always the one to decide things, figure out where we were going. Frank would never have thought to buckle my seat belt if we were traveling together. It was nice. I liked her. "Why don't we get together this weekend and go shopping or to dinner? I don't have any plans and I'd like your company," Jackie said. I was just thinking the same thing but I couldn't get the nerve to say anything. I was glad she spoke up. "I'd like that" I responded. We exchanged phone numbers and she said she would call me the next morning around 11:00. It was around dusk when the plane touched down and we parked at the terminal. Jackie shook my hand and kissed me lightly on the left cheek. She smelled very good. I was already looking forward to her call tomorrow. "Hello" I spoke nervously into the phone when it rang. It was 11:20 a.m. and she was late. Or, I hoped it was her. I had considered calling her but I felt foolish. I was eager to speak with her again. How could this be? I was actually drawn to this attractive woman somewhat older than me. "Hello Cindy, this is Jackie. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. I did want you to wait a little and wonder. Did you wonder if I was going to call, Cindy?" How did she know? What made it somehow exciting being made to wait. It usually made me very mad to have to wait for anything. Lines at the supermarket. Lines at the bank. If Frank made me wait I would be furious and probably tell him that I did not want to see him. This was different. "Yes, I did wonder why you didn't call at eleven and I wondered if you were going to call at all." Oh god, why did I tell her that? It was bad enough that I was looking forward to seeing another woman again but now I have told her. "Good, I'll pick you up at seven o'clock sharp, be ready. We'll be going to a club on the westside for dinner. I suggest you wear a dress, something light, and heels," she stated in no uncertain terms and very business like, again. I had a light summer dress I had just gotten the week before and hadn't worn it. It was a black and white print that was tight in the stomach. I could wear clothes that were tight in the stomach. I had a good figure, I even thought so. And I didn't have to work at it either. My mother and I have the same shape. She never has to work at it. Although I like to work out at the gym, aerobics three times a week, I don't have to. I'm just lucky. Paula, at the office, works out with me sometimes in the morning. She was always griping because she had to diet constantly and work out regularly and still couldn't fit into the clothes I did and I never had to worry. She said it made her mad. She was jealous and I was flattered. During the rest of the day I found myself daydreaming of Jackie. What she would wear, where we would go, what was this "club" we were going to, what was the food they served, why was I thinking of her, how could I be excited about seeing her and what was really a date? I heard the doorbell first. It was about six forty-five. It couldn't be Jackie. She would probably be late. I looked through the peep hole in the door. There she was and I wasn't completely dressed yet. It was unsettling to have her early. She was either late or early. What was she trying to do? "Hello Cindy," Jackie said. She moved close and kissed me again on the cheek. If I hadn't moved my face over, instinctively, she would have kissed me on the mouth. I found myself opening the door without thinking and she moved past me into the living room. "You have a nice place. Go ahead and finish getting ready. I'll just make myself at home." She moved into the living room and I was struck by the difference in the way she was dressed. She had on black leather pants and matching top and black high heels. Her hair was more tightly done. She was beautiful. She was different than in the plane. Immediately, I felt a little afraid of what I was getting myself into and very excited. I hadn't felt like this for a long time and it was fun to upset my drab life like this. I nervously moved about in my bedroom trying to finish as quickly as possible. I finished my hair and makeup. I was actually having trouble putting on my lipstick. I was scared. How could this be? I never remember being scared of anyone. But I was scared of Jackie and I don't know why. And she was dressed so differently than when we met. And I wasn't dressed anything like she was. What would she think? What did she think? I nervously finished. I didn't want to keep her waiting. "You look very pretty" Jackie said when I finally got back into the living room where she was standing. She looked too good. I shouldn't feel this way. Not with a woman. I was supposed to feel this way about a man coming to pick me up for an uncertain evening. But when Frank picked me up nothing was uncertain and everything was mundane. Everything was safe. Sometimes I needed to be safe. I felt strangely safe with Jackie but afraid at the same time. "Thank you" I mumbled. "Am I dressed alright?" I asked, now aware of my nervousness and afraid she would be able to tell. "Just right" she answered and smiled. I felt better. We walked to her car and she opened the door for me. She touched my shoulder, very lightly, as I got into the car. She drove some kind of foreign car, with four doors, maybe a Mercedes. I'm not good at cars. I usually think of them as dark, light, foreign or sports cars. Hers was dark and foreign. It was the kind I would expect her to drive. Unusual, just like her. "I want you to relax and have a good time. We're going to a club where I go, often. They have good food and music. I don't want you to be alarmed but there are mostly women here. Not that men are not allowed but it gives us time with mostly women. I like that sometimes. It's no big deal. You'll have a good time. People know me here. It's quiet until about eight thirty and then the music comes on. It gets kind of noisy then. Do you like to dance?" I love to dance. My girlfriend and I used to dance together when we were about twelve or thirteen. We would laugh and watch Soultrain on tv. Mostly we danced fast, trying to get the moves down so we looked good when we went to school dances. "Yes, I love to dance." I couldn't think of what to say. All of a sudden I was out of things to say. That was unlike me. The club was in the West Hollywood area and was called All Of Me. It seemed like a fitting name for a club in West Hollywood. It was dark on the outside and you really couldn't tell what it was. It looked like it needed some work on the outside of the building. We pulled around back because the side parking lot was full. There seemed to be a lot of cars. As we walked to the front door Jackie took a hold of my arm and guided me inside. There were a lot of people. No, there were a lot of women. Women. I didn't see any men. There was a long bar on the left as we entered and tables all around the place with a dance floor toward the back. There was a hint of some music not loud enough to really hear. "Hi, Jackie" I heard an attractive lady say as we walked to the bar. Quite a few women nodded to Jackie and I could tell she know a lot of them. We stood at the bar and Jackie spotted a couple of bar stools near the far end. She took my hand and we walked to them and sat down. "What would you like to drink, Cindy?" She did it again. Saying my name made me feel important. I liked the way Jackie treated me. "I'll have white wine" I told her and sat quietly on the bar stool. I heard her order our drinks. "I'm going to put our names down for a table. I'll be back in a second" she said and then walked off. I noticed several women stopped to talk with her and she seemed to have a number of friends. A couple of them looked at me and I could tell they were talking about me. Jackie made her way through the mass of women to the front near the door and I could see her talking to someone that apparently worked here. I guessed she was giving her name. Then she was coming back. I found myself staring at her as she walked back. She moved very gracefully but at the same time she seemed masculine in her movements. She was a striking combination of contrasts. I wanted her to touch me again. "Well, what do you think of the club?" she asked me. "I'm intrigued. I've never been to a club where there were only women." There must have been one hundred altogether. It was hard for me to tell. It was fairly dark but there seemed to be about fifteen or twenty tables around the bar area and up against the dance floor. At some of them there were three and at some there were two women. Some had dinners and some looked like they were just drinking. And smoking. I was aware that the rooms seemed filled with smoke. That made it appear more difficult to see all the people present. There seemed to be a number of women dressed in leather, too. Some in dresses and some in pants like Jackie. There were no men. Nowhere. I had never been to an all women club or anything for that matter with not one single man. I was a member of a women's business club but they even seemed to have a couple of men present, either to talk or a friend of someone. "I come here often. It's a lot of fun when the music starts" Jackie said, looking at me intently. That was it. She was very intense. The way she stared and her eyes. Actually, her whole face. I could tell that when she was after something her whole being was involved. Now she seemed to be involved in just looking me over and it was unsettling. "I like the way you're dressed tonight, Cindy. You are very pretty and appealing to me." Jackie didn't mince words. I liked hearing that and I didn't like it. It bothered me that I liked it. I wasn't supposed to like hearing that. I could hear my older sister telling me that now. I think she is the voice of my conscience that I hear inside my head. I was aware she was looking straight at me again. In fact, she had been looking right at my eyes since she spoke. I hadn't looked up at her yet. I was looking at my hands fidgeting in my lap. I felt like such a young girl at that moment and so uncertain of myself. No one had made me feel like that before. No, that wasn't true. My mother had made me feel that way too. Usually when I was being scolded. I would sit looking down with my hands fidgeting in my lap. Just like now. I felt like a naughty young girl again. I liked that feeling in some strange and perverse way. "Look at me when I talk to you Cindy" I heard my mother saying, but it was Jackie this time. I felt her hand go under my chin and pull my head up to meet her gaze. "Did you hear me, Cindy?" Before I even considered the implications of her command to me or her question, I heard myself answering "Yes ma'am". This couldn't be happening. I was reverting to being a young girl again. I was nervous and scared and excited too. It was very confusing. I couldn't believe I had actually answered "Yes ma'am" to her. How was she getting me to feel this way. Why was I not in charge as usual? Why was she in charge of me? What was she doing? I wanted some more wine. "May I have another glass of wine?" I asked her. "What do we say, Cindy, when we ask for something?" Jackie responded. I couldn't believe this. Who did she think she was? How could she talk to me like this? I thought we were friends. Instinctively, and maybe because of the wine, in fact mostly because of the wine I told myself, my answer was "May I have another glass of wine, please?" I looked at her and she was staring at me. Then a smile crept over her face. She liked me saying please. "Very good, Cindy, yes you may" and with that she ordered another glass of wine for me. Our table was now ready and she took my arm to guide me in the direction we were going. Our hostess moved us toward the back of the large room we were in toward an empty booth close to the dance floor. I moved in first and Jackie was right behind me. Once in the booth, Jackie had me move close to her. I moved without hesitation. I was captivated by her and her directions to me. I seemed to do what she said without thinking. I seemed dizzy. I realized at that point that I had not eaten all day and I still wasn't hungry. I was anxious about seeing her and now I was dizzy and actually growing excited. Me excited with another woman. In college my room mate and I had become best friends and she and I had talked about lesbian relationships and had planned to make love some time but we never did. We were both afraid of the consequences. Now Jackie was talking and I was listening. About the men in her life. About the women. About her dominating personality. Why she thought I was attracted to her. I couldn't believe she actually was talking about me wanting her, how I was getting excited and I would come to need her. What was happening to me? She was the most exciting and interesting person I had ever met. Man or woman. I had never felt like this. It seemed alright in some strange way. Everything seemed alright. This place. Me. Jackie. All the women. And the wine. I was feeling very dizzy. "You need to have something to eat, Cindy," I heard her saying. I couldn't look up to see her gaze upon me. She ordered us both something. I ate. I didn't even notice what it was. I finished my wine. I was very mechanical at this point. I was very excited. "Are you listening to me, Cindy?" I felt dreamy. Things felt surrealistic. Her voice penetrated my trance. "Young lady, I am speaking to you!" She was now speaking louder and I noticed that other people were now looking at me. The music had not started and it seemed the only noise I heard was Jackie's strong, demanding voice. I couldn't answer. I wouldn't answer. This was all too humiliating. At first I wasn't sure what happened. My head was thrown back and I was startled. My left cheek was burning. "Answer me this instance or I will slap your face again!" I was wide awake now. I had just been slapped. I looked at Jackie's face and she was very unhappy. The smile from earlier was gone completely. She was looking so sternly at me, glaring, that I was aware mostly of being afraid. I was aware of feeling shameful and aware that I had made her mad. Very mad. I was a little girl again and she was my mommy. I was a naughty little girl. I had just received the first face slapping of my life. Even my mother never did that. I was horrified. I was mad. The next table was mumbling and seemed to enjoy the spectacle. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening" I was able to get out. I hoped it would be enough. "I do not enjoy talking and having you ignore me, Cindy. Do not let that happen again. It is very rude and you don't want me to think you are rude, do you?" Jackie asked, delighting in making me uneasy. "No, I don't" I replied. "No, what, Cindy?" she asked. "No Jackie" I answered, before thinking and now realizing this was not the correct response. "You will either address me as ma'am or Ms. Montague, do you understand?" I heard her say. "Yes, ma'am" I said. "Cindy, we are just beginning our relationship, and I want to establish a couple of rules. Listen carefully. First, you had best listen when I am talking. When you are talking, I will show you the courtesy of listening too. Second, I am a firm disciplinarian and I will not hesitate to enforce proper rules of conduct for you with discipline. You will learn to do as I say when I say and we will get along just fine. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Jackie left little for me to misunderstand, although what she had in mind as far as discipline was concerned was a little confusing to me but I was sure I would find out soon. I didn't want too much time to elapse, so I kind of blurted out my response, "I understand." "What?" she retorted. "I'm sorry, I understand Ms. Montague." A dj had assembled on the corner of the dance floor while this was all going on and had just put on the first music. I was happy because it meant I could get out and dance and not have to sit and be tormented any longer. Jackie took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. By now, a few other couples were dancing to the fast and loud music. The dance floor was very dark lit only by indirect lighting over the bar and tables area. I could see well enough though. We danced a couple of fast ones then a slow song came on. I started to leave the dance floor when I felt Jackie grab my arm and pull me back toward her. "We are still dancing, where do you think you're going?" She asked. I replied, "I thought we were finished, ma'am." "Well, we're not." Jackie said. She walked me over to a very dark area of the large dance floor. It looked to me like the dancing was the central theme at this club because the dance floor was as large as the rest of the club. She led, of course, and held me tightly. She was about two inches taller than I and I think our shoes were the same height. About half way into the song I felt her right hand rubbing my back. My dress clung closely to my skin and I did not have a slip on, which I now felt had been a mistake. Her hand was on my ass, rubbing. I felt uneasy thinking others would see, but I felt powerless to protest and afraid of what might happen if I said or did something anyway. No sooner had I thought this and the song ended. Another slow one started immediately and I wondered if Jackie had somehow signalled the dj to keep the slow ones coming. Now her lips were on my neck. I wasn't thinking of others looking at this point because as I gazed about the floor I noticed many women kissing and necking on the dance floor. I couldn't believe I was actually here, let alone excited. Her kisses went from my neck to my earlobe on my right side. God, this was a turn on. I gasped and sort of lost my breath with my heart skipping a beat. I was getting turned on. If Frank could just see me now. What a picture! Then she kissed me full on the lips and I found our tongues touching and playing with each other. It was a long and passionate kiss. I was almost purring. Her hand had gone down and under the back of my dress. I felt it first on the back of my legs. Then she was rubbing my ass again, this time on my panties. I was getting hot and I was sure I was wet but I wasn't prepared for her hand slipping inside my panties to rub my bare buttock. I'm not sure what happened for sure, but I think I reached back to grab her hand. That was a big mistake. I don't actually remember much of what happened next. I was being marched out of the club by Jackie who was pulling me by the hand. She was yelling something at me I could not make out but I certainly had somehow disobeyed her. She grabbed our purses from the booth and we were now at her car. I then realized what she was telling me, in a very loud voice. It sank in. "You have been a very bad girl. Do not EVER, EVER grab my hand again when I am doing something with you. If I want to rub your bare ass in public, I will. You need to find out I mean business and that's exactly what's going to happen. You have been a bad, naughty, insolent little girl and you're going to be treated like one." With that, she had unlocked her car door and had climbed into the back seat. I was standing to her right, still in the parking lot. It was fairly well lit and we were alone among the cars. She grabbed my hand and pulled me off balance and over her lap. She instructed me "Get over my lap NOW, Cindy!". I was upended and lying face down over her lap. It was happening very fast and she kept scolding me. She must have pulled up my dress because I was no sooner across her lap when I felt her yank my panties down. I had trouble believing most of this evening but me, a grown successful, career woman lying face down over the lap of a dominant woman in black leather, in the back seat of her car in a public parking lot, about to be spanked, well that defied analysis. Then the spanking started. One cheek after the other. It hurt and burned too much. I couldn't stand it. I yelped and demanded she stop which soon turned to begging and sobbing. She would stop, lecture and scold me and spank some more. It was burning and hurt terribly. I was wiggling and squirming and she scolded me and told me to hold still. Then she took a break, I guess, and rubbed my ass. I was crying and her hand was soothing me. It was rubbing, tenderly, both cheeks which were very warm now. She was rubbing over my anus too and then my pussy. I was drenched and very embarrassed. She now knew this evening was sexually stimulating to me and there was no way to hide it. She rubbed across my clitoris and I shivered. She kept rubbing my pussy and put her finger inside. Then she would rub my clitoris again. Back and forth. With her left hand free, she started spanking me again, all the while rubbing my clitoris. I climaxed, over her lap, and shuddered and screamed. I have never been so turned on and have not experienced such a strong orgasm before. Afterwards, she had me sit on her lap and she comforted me. We kissed and she rubbed my breasts. We drove to my house and on the way she told me I would lick her clitoris until she experienced a great orgasm too. I knew this evening was going to be the first of many with this demanding lady.

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Jenny's arms were firmly held to the bedframe by the shackles on her wrists. A broad leather strap held her body down on the bed. She strained to reach Lisa's soft skin and lush body, but the younger blonde-haired girl held back just out of reach. Both women were naked. Lisa held a large vibrating dildo that was covered with flavored KY jelly in one hand, and a leather strap in the other. Her tits bounced on her chest as she surveyed her captive. Jenny's fingers could just reach Lisa's smooth belly. Lisa watched as her English professor tried desperately to stroke her breasts and pussy. She giggled and pulled back a few inches, slapping Jenny with the strap, leaving a broad red welt on her arm. Jenny moaned in frustration and threw herself back on the bed. She lay back and spread her thighs wide apart, to give Lisa a good view of her dripping and swollen pussy, hoping to entice the yummy co-ed into licking at her dripping crotch. Jenny still could not reach her cunt with her hands. She had been kept on the brink of orgasm all afternoon, and was going out of her mind with lust. She tensed and released her pussy muscles, making her cunt lips open and close like a sideways mouth. The hot smell of her crotch drifted forth as a few droplets of Jenny's cream oozed out. "Please! Let me suck you! I'll do a good job, I promise. You'll be begging me to go on! I *need* your cunt, you little slut!" Jenny was beyond feeling humiliation, and openly begged for Lisa to open her slippery slit before Jenny's hungry mouth. Lisa realized that she was suddenly in control. All semester she had been the student, and Jenny had been the authority figure, assigning homework and handing out tests. Now the roles had been reversed, and Lisa could make Jenny do anything she wanted. Her mouth watered with the possibilities. "Listen, you bitch" Lisa yelled, "You'll do as *I* say, and will suck cunt when *I* tell you to! Is that clear?" Jenny cowered on the bed, her face reddening with shame. "Y-yes, Lisa" she stammered out. "Yes, *WHAT*?" Lisa demanded, whipping Jenny's thighs with the strap. "Yes....mistress!" Jenny said. "Good. Now, I want to set some ground rules for you. Here's the key to your handcuffs. I'm going to leave it here on the nightstand where you can reach it. You're free at any time to unlock yourself and leave. Only, if you do, my pussy will be off limits for you forever! Now, can you handle that?" Jenny mutely nodded that she understood, and said that she would obey her mistress, and not unlock herself without permission. Lisa beamed with pride, and set to work. She lay back on the edge of the bed, only inches from Jenny's feet, and began to caress her own body. She clicked the vibrator on, and let it slowly slide down her body, from her delicate neck, over her heaving breasts, down past her smooth belly, and towards her fragrant, dripping cunt. She pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing her well-stroked clit. The tip of the vibrator found her opening, and slid inside. Lisa stared into Jenny's eyes as she thrust the dildo deep inside her pussy. Jenny's hands were clutching at her belly, trying to reach her distended clit. Creamy cuntal lubrication dripped from her hole. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt she would never be able to reach the climax she had been craving all day. Lisa finally took pity on Jenny and pulled the buzzing cock from her cunt, and held it out towards Jenny's crotch. Jenny gasped with delight, and thrust her hips forward. "If you want this, you'll have to beg!" Lisa purred, smiling wickedly. The tip of the vibrator was around 3 inches from Jenny's dripping box. Jenny begged and pleaded for Lisa to cram it inside her. Lisa poked at Jenny's clit, keeping the vibrator directly on her love button for only one or two seconds at a time. Jenny's hips arched up off the bed, her cunt homing in on the buzzing love-toy. Lisa held it almost a foot over the bed so that Jenny had to fully arch her back, almost to the point where she thought she would snap in half. She could just feel her clit touch the vibrator when she had to fall back in exhaustion. Jenny screamed again with desperation, and with a yell, Lisa shoved the full 12 inch plastic device up Jenny's cunt. Jenny collapsed back on the bed, her hips pounding up and down furiously. She came and came. Juice poured out the sides of her pussy, drenching the sheets. Her cums lasted for almost 15 minutes before her spasming vagina began to calm down. She clutched at her breasts, her chest heaving and glistening with sweat. Lisa allowed Jenny no rest, however. She crawled up Jenny's chest and straddled her face. "Now, bitch, start sucking! And don't stop till I tell you to!" She moved forward, planting her cunt directly over her professor's opened mouth. Just as Jenny stuck out her tongue to caress Lisa's genitals, Lisa added, "And don't spill a single drop!" With that, she began to piss into Jenny's mouth. Jenny started and reflexively closed her lips. Hot yellow piss spilled all over her face, and dripped down her neck onto the bed. "You Bitch!" Lisa yelled. "Can't you even listen! You'll pay for this, you slut!" She leaned back and pulled the vibrator from Jenny's red, raw pussy, and tossed it off the bed. She grabbed a c-clamp from the pile of sex toys on the nightstand and started screwing it onto Jenny's right tit. "No, please!" begged Jenny, "I'll do as you say. I love drinking your piss, it's like champagne! Please don't clamp my titties! No...NOO! ..AAAHHHH!" She screamed in terror as the metal clamp closed in on her nipple. Lisa tightened it until the tip of her nipple was almost totally flattened, then she started working on the other one. Jenny's screams became even too much for Lisa to handle after her second nipple was firmly squished between the metal edges of the clamp. She grabbed the ball-gag from table and shoved it into Jenny's mouth. Now her professor was totally bound and gagged. Lisa watched as her naked sweaty body writhed in agony before her. Grabbing the leather strap, she began whipping Jenny's belly and thighs. Her supple body twitched and shook with pain as the whip left its red marks all over Jenny's white, creamy flesh. Soon a criss-cross pattern of welts was evident all over her skin. When Lisa focused on Jenny's tits, the c-clamps on her nipples were pulled and tugged by the whip as it struck. To Jenny, it felt like her breasts were being torn from her chest. She twisted her torso in a vain attempt to avoid Lisa's blows, but this only exposed more untouched flesh on her sides and back for the sadistic blonde co-ed to punish. Lisa then turned her attention to Jenny's still oozing cunt. She held Jenny's pussy lips apart with her left hand, leaving her soft inner tissues totally vulnerable. The whip in her right hand came down hard on Jenny's clit, and the bound slut went rigid with pain. Lisa whipped her cunt again and again, until Jenny was beyond feeling. She could hear Jenny's muffled cries even through the ball gag, and smiled to think of how she was similarly treated by her linguistics professor just recently, and how she had loved it. Soon, however, Lisa got bored of whipping Jenny's soft pussy. She went to the pile of leather toys and pulled out a horsewhip. Jenny's eyes widened with fear as Lisa approached the bed. She tried to shrink away from the hard leather tip of the whip, which Lisa dangled before her eyes. She dragged it slowly down Jenny's soft body, circling each tit before sliding past her crotch towards her feet. Grabbing a bottle of oil from the table, Lisa covered Jenny's feet with the shiny lubricant. She then pulled Jenny's left leg out straight, so it was a few inches off the bed, and made her point her toes to the ceiling. Holding onto Jenny's big toe, Lisa began whipping the soles of Jenny's feet. At the touch of the first whip blow, Jenny jerked her foot up and away from Lisa's grasp. Lisa did not expect that kind of insolence, from her slave,and slammed the whip down on Jenny's thigh with full force. "Damnit! Did I tell you that you could move your foot, you bitch?!" Lisa whipped Jenny's thighs again and again, leaving wide red welts all over her skin. Some drops of blood oozed out along the deeper gashes. Jenny screamed into her ball gag with terror. She had never felt such pain. "Now, will you behave, slut?!" Lisa demanded. Tearfully, Jenny nodded yes, and held her leg out shakily. Lisa began to whip her soles again. With each strike, Jenny flinched, but did not pull away. Soon Lisa was able to whip her feet with brutal force and not have to hold onto her toes. The oil on her soles seemed to make each blow sting even more. Jenny eyed the key sitting on the nightstand. All she had to do was reach over and let herself free and this terrible whipping would stop. But that would also mean that she would never again know the softness of Lisa's thighs, and the taste of her slippery cunt. Jenny looked up at her torturer. Even as Lisa was punishing her, Jenny couldn't help but lust after Lisa's voluptuous and sensual body. She was concentrating intently on striking every square inch of Jenny's soles, and her brow furrowed with concentration. The smell of Lisa's sweaty body filled Jenny's nostrils, and made her want to submit to Lisa's whims even more. It was Lisa's beauty and vivid sexuality then held Jenny bound to the bed more firmly than any ropes or chains ever could. Tears rolled down Jenny's white cheeks as Lisa savaged her feet. Each whip blow tore her soles, and sent daggers of pain up her legs. Blood covered the bottoms of her feet, but this only spurred Lisa on more. She whipped Jenny's feet harder and harder, sweat shining on her bouncing tits. Incredibly, Lisa could see Jenny's clit still pointing erect out of her pussy lips the entire time. Jenny's whipping was turning her on, just as Lisa's had made her own pussy ooze creamy juice. Finally, Lisa pulled the gag from Jenny's mouth. The exhausted teacher gasped for breath, no longer able to scream. "Now, my little Jennifer cunt, thank me for your punshment. Thank me and offer to lick my whip clean, or I'll start doing things to you that you don't even want to start thinking about!" "Th-thank you, mistress. I love when you whip me like that. Will...will you do it some more? Please?" Jenny was babbling incoherently. "No, I don't think so" said Lisa, "I'm getting tired. Maybe I'll whip you some more tomorrow." "Thank you, mistress, I'd like that. Now, please let me lick your whip clean!" Jenny stuck out her tongue, and lapped the tip of the leather crop clean of her blood and sweat. Lisa then crawled back up Jenny's chest. She unclamped her nipples and sucked them to bring blood flowing through them again. Jenny still moaned with agony, her body covered in sweat. Lisa grabbed Jenny's hair and said, "OK, slut! Let's hope you've learned your lesson, and we'll try it again." Lisa squatted over Jenny's face, and again let loose a stream of piss. This time Jenny eagerly opened her mouth and carefully swallowed every hot, bitter drop. Lisa purposely held back to make this last a long time. Jenny licked her cunt clean after every spurt, and then Lisa would piss some more. Jenny held the liquid in her mouth, tasting her captivity, until Lisa told her she could swallow it. Finally Lisa had no more left to piss, and Jenny gently suckled at her pussy. Lisa massaged her tits and sighed with pleasure as she rode Jenny's tender tongue to an orgasm. Lisa collapsed onto Jenny's body, their soft tits mashing against each other. She grabbed Jenny's face and kissed her roughly, thrusting her tongue deep into Jenny's mouth. Jenny eagerly returned the kiss, nipping and sucking at Lisa's probing tongue. Lisa could taste the pussy juice and piss on Jenny's breath. Jenny began pumping her hips up and down, grinding against Lisa's pussy. Lisa pulled back, a string of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth onto Jenny's tits. Giggling, she reached over for the phone by the bed. She ordered room service to send up a turkey sandwich and a beer. Jenny looked at her puzzled, but the door buzzed before she could find out what Lisa was up to. Still naked, Lisa opened the door and let the waiter in. This lucky guy stared at the lush figure of the girl by the door, and the spread opened pussy of the one bound to the bed. The smell of two hot pussies permeated the room. Lisa closed the door behind him, and pulled him towards the bed. With a practiced hand, she unclasped his belt and zipper, and pulled his pants down to his knees. She grabbed his hard cock and led him towards Jenny's cunt. "C'mon honey, fuck this bitch for me! You can do it, just look how wet she is. She wants it bad!" The waiter needed no further prodding, and thrust his cock inside Jenny's wet pussy. He slammed violently into her and she grunted with pleasure with each thrust. Lisa reached between them and fondled Jenny's clit in between fuck-thrusts. Soon the waiter neared his cum, and pounded even harder into Jenny's body. He grabbed Jenny's tits as he came, twisting them violently. Jenny cried out with renewed pain as she felt his cum drenching her insides as he savaged her nipples. Before he could collapse onto Jenny's generous cleavage, Lisa grabbed his ass and pulled him off the bed, and neatly propelled him towards the door, his pants still down around his ankles. She caught a glimpse of a well-dressed couple walking down the hall, who recoiled with shock at the sight of the half-naked waiter, his erect cock still dripping with cum and pussy juice. She slammed the door behind him and giggled as she could hear the couple yell for the manager. Lisa laughed and started to munch on the sandwich. She ate about half, then climbed back onto Jenny. She took a few pieces of the turkey, and shoved them up her cunt. "Lunchtime!" she giggled, shoving her crotch into Jenny's face. Jenny obediently ate the cunt-flavored meat, sucking every piece from Lisa's hot slit, and licking clean every drop of russian dressing. The blonde girl next crawled a few inches further up the bed, so that her little pink asshole was directly over Jenny's mouth. Jenny could smell the shit inside Lisa, mixed with the odor of her steamy pussy. This was truly the heart of Lisa's sexuality - the most animal fragrance her body could produce. Lisa grabbed hold of Jenny's still sore nipples and twisted then cruelly. "OK, bitch! Let's see if you can suck asshole as well as you lick pussy. Start sucking, or I just might let loose, and really fill your mouth! I want you to lick me spanking clean." To show Jenny that she meant business, she relaxed her anus a litte, letting the tip of a small brown turd poke out before she tensed up and pulled it back in. Jenny turned her head away in revulsion, but Lisa gave her tits another brutal twist for good measure, forcing Jenny to turn her mouth back to Lisa's underside and slowly stick out her pink tongue. Lisa could now feel the dark-haired professor's lips and tongue begin to probe and lick at her bunghole. Jenny was afraid that her nipples would be permanantly scarred by Lisa's viscious grip - her fingernails were firmly planted into Jenny's tits. Jenny lapped and sucked for all she was worth, licking every speck of sweat, shit and pussy juice from Lisa's entire anus. When Lisa gave a further nipple twist, Jenny even pointed her tongue, and shoved it directly up Lisa's shit-chute, cleaning her outer rectum out like an enema. Finally she could lick no more, and let her head fall back to the bed, her mouth smelling like a sewer. "Here," said Lisa, "I'll give you some mouthwash for your breath." Lisa grabbed the beer and twisted off the cap. She lay back on Jenny's body, stuck the neck of the bottle up her cunt and began pouring the fizzy liquid into her pussy. She tilted her hips back so that almost half the bottle filled her up. She then leaned forward, causing the liquid to begin to drip onto Jenny's face. As Lisa sat further up, more and more of the beer poured out, like a faucet of warm, bubbly fluid. Jenny lapped and sucked until Lisa's cunt was empty. A light buzz now filled Jenny's head. Before she knew it, the effects of the alcohol and her sexual exhaustion took over, and she fell back on the bed asleep. When she awoke it was dark outside and Lisa was gone. She unchained herself and found a note by the door that simply read: Wednesday, 4pm. What would be next? Jenny wondered. Jenny's Story - Part Two: The Wait - By Marlboro Man Jenny could hardly wait until Wednesday. Why was Lisa making her wait so long for their next meeting? Her whip-induced cuts and bruises had pretty much healed up, and her horniness had returned with a vengeance. Now that Jenny had had a taste of what co-ed cunt was like, she only wanted more. The tang of Lisa's juices lingered on her lips. Even the high schoolers she had seduced at her last job at St. Hilda's School for Girls could not compare to the sheer sexual intensity that Lisa represented. She was truly a hybrid, the best of both worlds - both young enough so that her body was tight, smooth and delectable, and old enough to know how to make beautiful love. Jenny now eyed every college bitch that walked by her door with lust. The firm tits and wiggling asses parading before her only reminded her of Lisa's wonderful feel. The girls in her classes could feel the change in Jenny's manner. Who was once a cold and standoffish bitch was now a warm and open seductress. In hopes of finding other sources of cunt-juice, Jenny had begun flirting with her other students, asking them to stay late to study, or to share a glass of sherry. One chick in particular had set Jenny's juices really flowing. She was a sophomore named Julie-Anne. This girl had rich red hair, with streaks of brown highlights. She wasn't too tall, but her body was firm, shapely and compact. Julie-Anne warmed right up to the new, friendlier Jenny, and the two women could sense the sexual tension building between them. Jenny had set a date to meet her after school to review some notes, and was looking forward to peeling off the tight sweater and high boots that Julie-Anne always wore. But just as she was getting ready to meet Julie-Anne, a note from Lisa was slipped under her office door. It read simply that Jenny was not to have anything to do with other girls without Lisa's permission, and furthermore, Jenny had to give Lisa a written listing of every time she masturbated, detailing what she used to make herself cum, what she was thinking about, and how long it took. Failure to do so, of course, meant that Lisa would no longer make herself available for Jenny's pleasure. Reluctantly, Jenny told Julie-Anne that she was busy, and couldn't meet with her that night. She watched as Julie-Anne slowly walked away, her hips swaying back and forth, and her tits bulging within her sweater. She could feel the wetness build between her legs, and retreated to her desk to frig her own pussy. This, Jenny realized would have to be entered into her jerk-off listing. When she got home later on, Jenny found an envelope taped to the door. It said "To Jenny, A taste of what you missed!" in Lisa's handwriting. Inside was a lock of red-brown pussy-hair, smeared with cuntal lubrication. Jenny put the tuft of pubic hair to her tongue, and knew that this sample of cream was not Lisa's since it lacked the blond girl's special taste. Lisa had obviously gotten to Julie-Anne first, and had already enjoyed her favors. The thought of Lisa sucking off Julie-Anne's cunt drove Jenny crazy with sexual desperation. In her frustration, Jenny found herself masturbating almost constantly when she wasn't in class. A pocket-sized vibrator that she had picked up at the drugstore as a "scalp-massager" kept her pussy happy, and her mind sane while she waited the two days before Lisa would allow Jenny to lap up her tasty cunt juice. Her masturbation log was growing. Lisa would be proud of her detailed listings. After each entry, Jenny would smear a blob of her cunt-cream as "proof" that she had successfully jerked off. 7:30 am In bed. Fingers up cunt-hole. Waking masturbation fantasy of Lisa licking my pussy-lips. 2 minutes. 7:50 am While taking shower. Water stream directed onto clit. Thought about when I used to lick my sister's cunt while showering with her when we were teenagers. Felt sooo good! 1 minute. 8:40 am In car driving to school. Fingers on clit. Jerked off at long traffic light thinking about Julie-Anne's face between my legs. Did kids in school bus next to my car see me? 2 minutes. 9:15 am In my office. Used vibrator I keep in my desk, shoved up my cunt. Fantasized about the two girls I used to sleep with at my old job at the Girls' School. 3 minutes. 10:05 am During class! Fingered pussy while giving test to freshman class. Watched little brunette slut in front row wearing short skirt, and imagined sucking at her budding breasts. Think guy next to her saw my hand up my skirt. Don't care. 2 minutes. 11:30 am In ladies room. Two fingers up cunt. Thought about Julie-Anne's tongue licking at Lisa's hot ass. 1 minute. 11:33 am In ladies room. Three fingers up cunt. Lisa's whipping my breasts. 1 1/2 minute. 1:05 pm Lunchtime. Humped peeled carrot stick from salad bar in hallway outside cafeteria. 2 minutes. 2:15 pm At my desk. Stan Kiley offered to suck my clit. Not sure if your instructions applied to him, so I only let him finger fuck my pussy. Sucked his hand clean. 1 minute. A dutiful soul, Jenny had kept her bargain with Prof. Kiley, and had told him all the details of her sex session with Lisa. Mysteriously, he seemed to know of every detail, even before she told him anything. It was almost as if he had been watching the entire time that Lisa had pleasured and tormented her. But that was impossible, Jenny told herself. She could never bear the humiliation of having someone else observe her being so sexually ravaged. Getting through her teaching schedule, so full of bouncy co-eds was murder for Jenny. Her poetry class was the worst, since Lisa was in it, and sat right in the front row of the lecture hall. Jenny had to hold the podium with both hands when she saw Lisa walk in and sit down not four feet from her. With a smile, Lisa put her bag down and slowly spread her legs. Underneath her miniskirt, Jenny could see that the co-ed slut had not worn any panties, and that her cunt lips were clearly visible between her spread opened thighs. As the class went on, Jenny could see Lisa rocking her hips back and forth, making her pussy opening squish open and close, and encouraging dripping cream to appear at her hole. Lisa ran her tongue over her lips, letting some spit dribble onto her notes. Jenny tried to look over her at the rest of the class, but her gaze kept returning to Lisa's hairy snatch. Lisa's left hand snaked its way up her thighs, and lightly brushed against her swollen lips. Making sure to hide her movements with her notebook, the little slut began fingering her clit. The scent of Lisa's excitement wafted forward to Jenny. She could see that even a few of the guys nearby had perked up their noses, and were looking around trying to locate the source of the steamy hot cunt they were smelling. Jenny tried to look across to the other side of the room, but her gaze ran right into Julie-Anne, sitting by the window. The lush redhead stared back at Jenny's discomfort as if she knew what was running through her mind. She had left her usual knit sweater at home today, and was instead wearing a low-cut blouse that made no secret of her ample cleavage. She shifted in her seat and sucked on the tip of her pencil, giving Jenny a quick glimpse of her pink tongue. Jenny's pussy was screaming for relief. She could feel her secretions starting to ooze out of her panties and drip down her thighs. Soon they would be running down her legs below her skirt where everyone would be able to see the creamy juices of her cunt. Her clit throbbed. Making a lame excuse of having forgotten a book in her office, Jenny told the class to read ahead in their texts, and that she would be right back. Rushing past Lisa's still exposed cunny, Jenny hurried into the hallway and darted into a stairwell. Out of breath, she thrust an arm under the waist band of her skirt and started fingering her pussy. She was so horny that she was able to cum almost immediately, gasping for breath as she steadied herself against the wall. Her fingers were sopping wet with cunt cream, and she had nothing to wipe them off on. A janitor suddenly came through the door with a mop bucket, and Jenny jumped back startled. She quickly pulled her arm from under her skirt and smoothed back her hair, trying to maintain at least some dignity, but it was obvious to both people that she had been caught jerking herself off in a public corridor. The janitor leered at her as she walked past him out of the stairwell, her heart pounding in her chest, and her face reddened with shame. She licked her hand clean and went back into the classroom. Lisa smiled up at her knowingly. Jenny went to her logbook, and recorded the event. She looked up and saw that, mercifully, Lisa had closed her thighs, and was just sitting attentively. She sat quietly and even took notes. When the class was over and the students were all filing out, she dropped an envelope on Jenny's desk, gave her a smile and bounced out, chasing after Julie-Anne. She would probably be sucking at the red-haired girls' tits before 10 minutes were up, thought Jenny glumly. Jenny picked up the envelope, which had a faint scent of sex, and tucked it into her bag. Back in her office, she opened it and saw that it contained Lisa's instructions for Jenny for Wednesday. Jenny was to wear a tight tube-dress with no bra or panties, just like the porno-actresses did in X-rated movies, so that all Jenny would have to do would be to slip the dress over her head, and she would be totally naked. She was to shave her pussy, carefully douche herself, and give herself a strong enema to clean out her body completely. Before Lisa would arrive, Jenny was to hang out in the hotel bar and pick up businessmen, inviting them up to the room to give them blowjobs. She was not to swallow their cum, but to spit it into one of the water glasses in the bathroom. She would have to fill the glass with cum, or else face Lisa's punishment of choice. While giving the blowjobs, she would have to be naked, and would have to blow the men in front of a camcorder hidden in the closet. When she had finished collecting gism, Jenny was to chain herself to the bed, and blindfold and gag herself. Until Lisa showed up, she was to masturbate with a vibrating dildo in view of the hidden camcorder, only she was not to climax. If Lisa saw Jenny cumming on the tape, she would not only close her cunt to Jenny's tongue, but would pass the word among all the lesbian sluts in school that Jenny was also off-limits. Fearful of making Lisa angry, Jenny followed her instructions to the letter. She wore the skimpy tube top she had been ordered to, along with the sluttiest accessories she could find. With her loud makeup and fuck-me shoes, she looked even more whorish than the sluts in adult films. The dress was little more than a knit tube of cloth with thin shoulder straps to keep it up. The tight fabric clung to her chest and hips like a body stocking, and there was no secret about the curvy body within. Her erect nipples showed through clearly, and when she walked the dress clung like a glove to her ass cheeks. Jenny felt like the filthiest street hooker when she walked in the bar on Wednesday. She could feel the eyes of the men in the place turn towards her in unison as she approached the bar and ordered a white wine. The hemline of the tube came only down to the middle of her hips, and since she wore no panties, when she sat on the bar stool, every guy in the place could see her crotch and ass as the dress hiked up. She swiveled around to look at the room, opening her thighs slightly as she perched on the stool, knowing that she was exposing her swollen, shaved cunt to the world. Cool air blew over her pussy lips, and her little clit budded right up and stuck out like a pencil eraser. A little puddle of juice began collecting at the base of her pussy as she felt herself getting excited by her squalid position, and soon the seat of the stool was greasy with her cream. Jenny squirmed her ass back and forth, spreading her ass cheeks even more on the smooth warm vinyl surface. A guy from the end of the bar got up and started to walk towards her...