A New Direction · Part 1 (1/3)
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This is a story I co-wrote with my kinky female friend SadiaX. We take turns adding from the point of view of our own character. Spring exhilarates me. I love the new buds on the trees, the fresh breeze clearing out the cobwebs, the bulbs pushing up through the rich, dark earth into new, bright life. Lambs in the fields and everywhere a sense of optimism and hope. As I strolled along the road that evening, just as dusk was settling over the green fields I felt full of suppressed excitement. I suppose I was feeling frisky. I didn’t really consider it. Lou was an old friend.
We’d known each other for years and we were old friends, but I had been away working for some years and was so looking forward to seeing her again. My step was light and quick on the ground. In deference to the warm spell I had on a thin summer dress and a light cardigan, with strappy heels. I already was beginning to regret it as the day grew colder, but there, up ahead was her house, out on a point of land looking over the sea. I turned off down the path and under some fruit trees, loaded with white and pink blossom already, and was in front of the door. As I stood there, about to knock a strange feeling of butterflies rose in my tummy. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Lou.
She’s very pretty and feminine. She has a kind of earthy sexuality which has appealed to me for years. Of course, I wouldn’t dream of telling her that. She’s happily married and so am I. She works as a massage therapist and sees her clients here at the house. The large room overlooking the sea is her ‘clinic’. I ring the bell and soon can hear her footsteps. My butterflies rise again and I wonder what on earth is wrong with me. When she opens the door she’s prettier than ever and my voice seems to dry up in my throat. I smile trying to appear normal and take her in my arms without a word.
Her body is ripe and womanly beneath her clothes and I feel myself beginning to get wet as she presses against me. She’s wearing knee high, heeled boots despite the weather but on her they look great. She really looks well, healthy and alive. “Sadia! How lovely!!” she enthuses and I feel the old friendship return with a force. Suddenly we are laughing and joking as if we had last seen each other yesterday. There is no edge to it at all. She suggests going into the clinic as the last of the sun is so pretty this evening. I hand her the bottle of Sauvignon blanc I have brought and she ushers me into the clinic room as she goes for glasses. The room is a surprise.
Not as clinical as I was imagining. It’s clean and quite spare but there is a couple of armchairs upholstered in red leather by the huge window that looks out over the bay. A massage table covered matching red leather is off to one side. The room is bright and the walls are papered with a warm yellow paper with periwinkle flowers. It’s pretty and calming.
Lou returns with the glasses and the opened bottle and places them on a side table. She pours and I am aware of her again, watching that sweetly curvaceous body moving. We talk and laugh and catch up on old friends. Soon it has become quite dark and we are onto the second bottle of wine. She’s flushed and beautiful and I find myself speaking without thinking.
“I always had a bit of a thing for you” Silence. She looks at me for a long time. Probably just a second. What on earth am I saying? How could I be so stupid? I blush but there’s no way those words can be unsaid. I look down and see my bag. I consider leaving there and then. I feel so awful now. She speaks. “Really?” The word hangs there. An opening. An acknowledgment? A smile crosses her face. A playful smile. “Such a naughty girl” The words are like electricity and I literally shiver as she speaks them. Does she know of my desires around bondage and submission? Surely not. How could she? But I am an open book to her, I feel.
My secret is out and she has indicated that she will not at least throw me out and shame me to all of our friends. “What on earth are we going to do with you?” she asks. Can I detect a trace of hoarseness in her voice? Her eyes are bright and alive, sparkling with light and mischief and I can feel my knickers getting wet as she looks at me. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I had been waiting for this day to arrive for weeks, Sadia and I had been such good friends and I was sad when she moved away. There was something about her that intrigued and aroused me despite the fact we were both hetero and married. I recall a particular event during her hen night.
After several hours of drinking we were feeling naughty and in good spirits. From my handbag I produced some handcuffs “These are for you Sadia, every hen should have a pair, shall we put them on?” I saw a glint in eye, her chest and face flushed as she nodded. I locked one cuff around her wrist and the other around mine – later that night when her wrist had chaffed from the metal cuff I offered to release her and remember her saying “no, not yet, I rather enjoying wearing them.” Still, she was my friend and as such I will behave. I busied myself all day, tidying the house and spending time choosing my outfit that evening.
Spring had arrived but there was still a mild chill in the evening air so I decide on a tight fitting blouse, knee length skirt and my favourite leather boots. Everything was ready for Sadia’s arrival, I prepare a wine bucket with ice ready to chill her choice of wine from my fridge.
I hear footsteps up the path, my heart suddenly starts pounding… what on earth? Am I nervous about seeing Sadia again or it this feeling inside more excitement. I open the door and we kiss as friends do although I hold her for maybe a fraction too long. The wine flows and we both become tipsy and the mischievous side of Sadia reveals itself once more, we giggle and talk about old times.
Did I hear her right?? Did she just say she had a thing for me?? This is music to my ears indeed. All of a sudden I am pleased that my husband is away on business for a few days and that we have the house to ourselves. What I am going to do with her resonates in my head… I approach her and as if reading my mind she stands to face me. Our eyes meet, there is electricity in the air I know we can both feel it as I pull myself closer to her, our faces almost touching. I take a piece of ice from the wine bucket and gently trace the edges of her lips with it. Sadia’s eyes are sparkling, she parts her lips so seductively and I pop the ice in her mouth.
That first embrace feels amazing a fire builds inside me as our tongues explore each other’s mouths, exchanging the ice between us. I can feel my pussy getting wet, Sadia is a great kisser and without even realising I hold her tightly. The ice eventually melts and I pull away. “Sadia would you like to submit to me, I have a very dominant side and would like to explore that with you?” “Yes please.” Music to my ears… I open the side table drawer and produce a set of leather wrist cuffs and a 2 inch stout leather collar adorned with D rings. “Once you put these on Sadia I am no longer your friend but your mistress for the evening, do you understand? Silence.
“Yes mistress” Sadia replies and I watch her carefully tightening the leather cuffs to her wrists and fastening the collar around her neck. Holy shit, she looks amazing. My knickers are already soaking. “I would like you to strip for me Sadia” I return to my chair and eager await her compliance. She looks nervous and awkward. I smile in an attempt to put her at ease as she slowly pulls off her cardigan and then her dress. She stands motionless in her heels wearing a lacy black bra and satin knickers. Mmmm, how sexy I muse as I beckon her to remove her remaining attire.
She stands naked and vulnerable, I almost feel sorry for her for a second… “Crawl on your hands and knees to me Sadia” My heart races as I watch her move across and kneel at my feet. “Good girl” I praise her and as our eyes meet I can see the lust building in her eyes. “I would like you to lick my boots Sadia and make sure you do a proper job otherwise I will have to punish you.” Hesitantly she bows her head and begins licking my leather boots, kissing, caressing them, extending her tongue along their shiny length whilst holding my gaze. The feeling is amazing, I can feel my nipples hardening.
Whilst she greedily works her way up and down my boots I produce a riding crop from under the chair. Her eyes widen in an instant.
“Please Lou… I’m not sure about that.”
“Sadia, did I say you could speak?? I don’t think so. And from now on you will ask permission to speak and refer to me as Mistress.” Smack, I flick the end of the crop on her left nipple which startles her. Oh god, have I gone too far??? Then I see the look of desire on her face as it flushes.
“Yes Lo.. I mean Mistress.” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Crouched there on the floor, naked and exposed, the crop flicks out and hits my breast, right on the nipple. It stings, a burning pain that flares and diminishes quickly but leaves residual warmth which radiates out to the rest of my torso, settling in my stomach. It adds to the furnace growing there within me. I feel alive and overflowing with passion and excitement. My heart beats faster and faster. Lou is reaching round to a heavy looking black wood chest which she unlocks using a key on a long chain around her neck. She looks back over her shoulder at me kneeling on the floor, trying to cover myself and smiles. It’s more of a smirk actually and as she turns she is dangling something on a strap from one finger.
She looks so imperious and dominant it takes my breath away. Her eyes are sparkling with arousal and excitement and I imagine that mine match them. Who would have thought that we would have ended up here, like this? “Come here Sadia” she commands. I shuffle forward on my knees until I am between her thighs. I feel the butterflies again, a whole flock of them this time as I recognise the item. She reaches out with both hands outstretched and it takes all of my self-control to allow the ring between my teeth, where it settles, keeping my mouth open. “Bend your head and hold up your hair for me, there’s a good girl” her voice is calm, in control, aloof, as though she’s talking to a child.
I blush as I begin to drool. A drop falls from my mouth and tumbles spinning and gleaming, as though in slow motion until it lands on the tip of her pointed boot toe. She buckles the strap tight and the ring is fixed hatefully in my mouth. I shake my head, trying to adjust to its presence. It forces my jaws open and allows my mouth to be vulnerable and at her entire disposal. She can put a finger in there I she chooses or feed me anything however horrible and I would have no option but to take it. “Get your head down and lick, subbie” she tells me. I bend and poking my tongue through the ring I apply it to the toe of her boot as she leans back, almost purring to herself at my humiliation.
The crop lands on the top of one breast hard as I whimper through the gag. I apply myself more diligently and lick up the saliva which has cooled and makes me retch a little. I lick the boot, tasting the rich leather and feeling her warm foot through it. It arouses me far more than I would ever have dreamed. Her foot is unattainable but present, shielded by the boot. “All over, Sadia” I lick diligently, from the tip of the toe to the heel, a spike, fitting crosswise into my mouth like a horses bit. She smiles at that, considering. When I have finished she presents the other boot and I lick it as well.
My jaw aches and I am drooling heavily onto my bare chest and tummy by the time I’ve finished polishing those high boots to her satisfaction. She smirks and slides her feet out of them and presents one to me. “Mmmm” she declares “what a good little bootlicker you are, Sadia. I would never have imagined. I would have had you in cuffs sooner if I had known…”
I blush furiously but I am aware that between my legs I am dripping wet. “And now, my feet…” I sigh and am about to get my tongue between her delicate toes when she stops me with a raised finger and reaches around to the chest again. She turns back, brandishing a short chain and a padlock. “Hands behind you” She snaps. I do so and feel the chain going through the d-rings on the cuffs and a heavier weight linking my hands together with around 4 inches of play. The lock clicks decisively. She turns me roughly and the crop again lands on my exposed bosom, creating a line of sudden, sharp and arousing pain. It feels so delicious.
I can feel the juices flowing down my thighs from the pain and the submission. It’s intoxicating. “Okay, carry on…” she says. I bend at the waist and slide my wet tongue through the oppressive ring of the gag and between her toes, making her wriggle and squirm a little in delight. “Suck them” I suck each toe into my stretched mouth and swirl my tongue around them as erotically as I am able while wearing the hated gag. She pushes her foot at me, pressing two then three toes into my mouth, choking me a little. I am however in heaven. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that this kind of servitude would make me happy and turn me on. But it does. My nipples stand out like bullets.
My thighs are wet with my juices. My mind is overwhelmed with infatuation and excitement. “Such a good girl….” I try to respond but my speech is muffled and unintelligible. A combination of the toes in my mouth and the gag. She suddenly slices down with the crop across the top of my breasts and it makes me weep with sudden pain and humiliation. She looks down sternly at me and my arousal deepens a notch. Finally, I have licked her feet to her satisfaction and she allows me to sit back. “What a mess” she shakes her head in mock disappointment. She is holding a thick strip of what appears to be latex and she cocks her head to one side, clearly expecting something from me. My mind goes blank.
She waits until it dawns on me. The clock ticks slowly in the background. It’s a blindfold. I lean in unsteadily with my hands cuffed behind me and Lou (Mistress, I remind myself) places the cool rubber over my eyes. I feel so helpless as she buckles it tight behind my head and all light is denied me. I have never felt so helpless and dependent. It feels so exciting. She is being so cruel to me but I love it. I suddenly have an insight into Stockholm syndrome, the identification by victims with their kidnappers. I wait. I can hear her doing something. Cloth rustles. I make a small, gagged, interrogative noise.
“There now, darling” Her hand presses the back of my head and I lean forward unsteadily. “Come on…” urges Mistress Lou. Suddenly my nose touches bare flesh and I scent her musky arousal. It hits me like an aphrodisiac. “Well, get to it girl!” she snaps, her voice a little throaty with excitement. I am unable to smile thanks to the ring but I do so inwardly, pleased to be having such an effect on the object of my affections. When my tongue touches her she moans long and deep. Her thighs press to the side of my head, clamping me in place, helplessly and I lick at her, pushing my tongue between the swollen lips.
I start when I realise that like me, she is fully shaved there, her skin soft and bare. And wet. Dripping wet. She holds the back of my head tight and tilts her pelvis as she grinds herself forcefully against my mouth, her hips gyrating obscenely. I lick frantically, almost drowning in her copious juices.
“You like it?” she snarls, “Do you like the taste of your Mistress?”
It’s a rhetorical question but one I would answer with a desperate ‘yes’ were I able.
“You will please me with that hard working tongue. You will give me pleasure.”
“Harder” she commands “faster” My tongue works harder, my jaw aching and cramping, making me weep tears of pain and shame, but at my groin, I am on fire and in my mind I am in heaven. She tastes delicious, her juices are like nectar to me. I feel so honoured, so privileged to be allowed to do this, albeit heavily blindfolded, gagged and restrained as I am. She works my face and tongue, using me like a tool to achieve her satisfaction until I can sense something building in her. She squeezes my head harder as she writhes and pushes her pelvis into my face. Her lips rub against my nose and her hard little bud is out and there on the tip of my tongue.
I suck at it, flicking it with the tip of my tongue and circling the less sensitive area around it. She explodes into spasm, gasping. Her knees close over my ears and I cannot hear anything, just sense her body thrashing in climax. Suddenly she yelps in pain and snatches a handful of my hair, twisting it viciously and making me grunt in pain. “You stupid slut!” she shouts and suddenly I am very fearful as well as turned on. The sensory deprivation makes more questions than I can answer. “You hurt me” her voice is calmer and more menacing now.
I jerk my hands in the cuffs and make a desperate, muffled plea for clemency through the gag.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I am feeling mellow from Sadia’s attentions to my pussy, seeing her so vulnerable and so eager to satisfy me has increased my arousal tenfold. She had not meant to hurt me by nipping my clit with her teeth however I decide that I will use that transgression as an excuse to punish her. “My my Sadia you have left a mess on my chair, all that drool mixed with my pussy juices, get lapping it up, be a good girl.” I watch Sadia struggle to lick up the juices through the ring gag, it amuses me.
Without warning I push my left foot on her head squashing her face into the seat pad, she writhes and moans. “I’m off to freshen up and get changed Sadia, make sure it’s nice and clean when I return.” I withdraw to the bathroom, strip naked and freshen up returning to Sadia dressed in my black satin robe. She is still knelt facing the chair. I move behind her and begin kissing her neck, my fingers wandering down her chest and gently tweaking her nipples. A murmur escapes from her gagged lips. I trail my fingers down her belly to her pussy, she is soaking. I can feel her heart racing. I remove the ring gag and open a chilled bottle of water which I draw to her lips.
She drinks it greedily, licking my boots, feet and pussy for so long has made her very thirsty and for what I have in store for her she will need the fluids.
I take more items from the wood chest, she watches as I slowly smooth a pair of tight fitting black leather gloves onto my hands. I ease each of my slender fingers into place. Little does she know of right hand glove’s extra feature… yet.
“Now where were we, ah yes” I remark as I find Sadia’s moist panties laying on the floor. I mop up more of her juices from her dripping pussy before grabbing her head and roughly stuffing the panties in her mouth. “oomph, ger off” Sadia’s struggles are no match for me whilst restrained in her cuffs. I clamp my left gloved hand tightly over her mouth. “Now now Sadia, be good or you will regret it” as I begin wrapping the bondage tape around her head and over her mouth several times. I attach a leash to her collar and beckon her over to the massage table. “Bend over so that your chest is flat on the table slut!” I bark and take the leash and attach it to a metal ring positioned on the other side of the table which renders her unable to pull herself back up. “Spread your legs Sadia” she obeys, her bottom looks so vulnerable and exposed. My clit starts twitching.
“Sadia, what I’m about to you is not dissimilar to the methods deployed when cooking a piece of meat – step 1….. tenderise your meat”
I begin spanking her with my left gloved hand, she struggles but her bonds keep her from moving much, she arches her back but it does nothing to stop me turning her arse cheeks a rosy red colour. “Aren’t you going to thank me Sadia?” I mock. Silence. Just as I had hoped.
I return to spanking her but this time with the right gloved hand, the panel in the palm houses hundreds of tiny metal pins, sharp enough to cause pain but not to puncture the skin. Her legs thrash wildly and her bottom becomes covered in tiny red marks, much to my delight. After another 20 hard smacks I decide she’s had enough. Removing both gloves I walk around to where her face is pinned to the table. I cruelly slap her face with the smooth glove, her eyes thin and I giggle. So helpless and I love it. I crouch and place kisses on her taped gagged mouth, our eyes meet once more. The desire is still there.
“Step 2 Sadia is to stuff the bird” I return to the wood chest and collect a 2 inch tapered butt plug and 6 inch long dildo together with a small leather groin harness. Both toys have a hidden secret. I place a black latex glove on my left hand, it snaps in place, how I love that sound. I dip the plug in her juices, she moans against the gag and then yelps as I slowly push the plug into her anal cavity. Mmm, it looks so sexy. Next comes the dildo which slides in her pussy so easily, it’s so wet with her juices. I finish off by attaching the groin harness which holds both toys tightly in place. How satisfying….
“Step 3 Sadia is to baste the bird” All she can do is writhe and test her bonds, I ignore her muffled complaints through the gag. I remove the latex glove and apply some latex lube liberally to her back, using my massage skills I knead her aching muscles and for a moment take pity on her. I remove the chain holding her wrist cuffs together. “Don’t you dare move Sadia!” I bark. She complies, probably relieved at her sudden freedom. Shame it is going to be short lived I smirk to myself. “Step 4 Sadia is to wrap the meat ready for cooking” I leave her momentarily and return with an item that makes her eyes wide, large folds of thick black rubber hang in my arms.
“This my dear is what’s called a latex sleep sack, a body bag if you prefer. It has internal sleeves to keep your arms nicely bound within it. Notice the straps along its length, I will be fastening them tightly along your torso once we have you zipped inside.” I unclip Sadia’s leash from the bench, remove the cuffs and collar and allow her to stand. She watches me position the sack along the length of the table. “Right, get on the table and slip your legs and arms into the sack little subbie” I command. She gingerly does as asked and slips her legs into the formidable looking sack, her arms now trapped in sleeves either side of her torso.
A New Direction · Part 1 (1/3)
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