The night we spent so long talking about, fantasizing and anticipating is here. In some ways, it is surreal, but not more than what has transpired since we first met several months ago. This is different in that, for the first time, we will actually let someone else into our private little world of intense and unparalleled sexual chemistry. I sense your apprehension, so I bring you the glass of wine I poured a few minutes earlier.
"Here, Lexie. Have some more of this. It's going to be fine. Not just 'fine,' it will be absolutely fucking unbelievable, " I say with a smirk. You manage a half-hearted laugh, but deep down, you trust I'm right, take a short deep breath and do your best to try to relax.
There's a knock at the door; she's here. Your heart skips a beat, and I instantly get those butterflies in my stomach. I move first, head toward the door, and open it to welcome Kira. We had told ourselves we wouldn't go forward with this unless we met the right person, and she certainly fits the bill.
Kira, like you, for years fantasized about D/s and BDSM but, for the most part, kept it bottled up. Tonight will be her first experience, and she looks every bit as nervous as you. We had exchanged emails, chatted online, talked on the phone several times and met for drinks, but this was going to be different.
"Come on in," you say in your friendly and welcoming tone. You let out that shy giggle I love. Showing how in sync we are, you say to her, "You look more nervous than me!"
She laughs sheepishly, and accepts the wine I bring her. "Let's move to the couches and go over things again before we get started," I say as I assert control most simply. "So, Kira, you came here to see what this is about. I know this doesn't sound modest, but I think you're in for quite the treat." She responds with a timid smile, but it's clear she is looking forward to what we have in store. "We don't need to go over all the do's and don'ts and what we've discussed, but I want to iterate the most important rule: you are here of your own free will. You can leave any time. If you choose to stay while you are here, you will do exactly as you are told. If for any reason you don't, you will have to leave. Understood?"
"Yes," she says, "I understand. And from what we've discussed, I don't think that will be a problem but thank you for clarifying it for me."
"Okay. Great," I say. "Let's get started then, shall we? The first thing I need both of you to do is to change into something more comfortable or, should I say, suitable," I say with a mischievous grin. "You know what that means." I decided it was best if you two started on 'equal footing' dressed in your favorite cute bra and panty sets—nothing else.
While you two are changing, I remove the plants from the 'O' rings in the ceiling. I'm laughing because they are called 'O' rings, and that is not lost on me, and the idea of numerous visitors who have seen the plant holders and thought nothing of it. If they only knew. I get busy on a chair, looping the rope through one ring and then the other.
I take out the special cuffs we bought and fasten those toward the end of the ropes. Simple but effective. I thought of tying your legs, but tonight this will be sufficient. Your hands in the air will give you that feeling of exposure and vulnerability you love, and it's not worth trying to rig something to secure your legs. I know you'll be a good girl, and if I tell you to stand still, you will stand still. If I tell you to spread them for me, for US, you will do it.
You come out of your bedroom looking radiant. I can tell you are incredibly turned on. Kira emerges from the bathroom, sexy and alluring. "Kira, sit on the couch and face the ropes." She takes her position while her eyes follow us attentively teeming with lust and anticipation. "Okay, Lex are you ready?" I say. You stroll toward me and are as excited as you've ever been. I've seen and know that look, triggering a stirring in my groin.
I take your hands and slide the cuffs on, pulling the rope taut, so your arms are extended above you. I tie the rope off using the arm of the wooden chair to secure it. I put a 40-pound weight on the chair's seat for good measure. "There! That should work quite nicely," I say proudly.
You are on display for Kira and me, stunning and unable to conceal your excitement. Your breathing is shallow and heavy, and we witness it with the slight rise and fall of your full breasts. That image reminds me of what I'm going to do next. But first, I come in behind you and so my body is up against yours. I put my hands on your hips and then on your perfect globes. And with a lean toward your ear I softly whisper, "Lex...this is going to be incredible." You instantly shudder with and let out a small sigh. So sexy. "She looks quite enticing wouldn't you agree Kira?"
"Ah-h... a-absolutely," she stammers.
"Part of you wishes you were her right now, don't you? You want to feel helpless and at the mercy of someone who has complete control over you."
"Yes. Yes, I do," she says as if this is the final confirmation; it is not what she desires but
needs
.
"It's what Lexie enjoys, and you will be lucky to see that first hand. She's already soaking . Would you like to check for me, please, to make sure?" I ask with a smirk. She hesitates until I say, "That's not a request. I'm telling you to do it". Hearing that, she bounds off the couch toward you, and pauses again as she gets closer.
You watch her, unsure if you like this. The feelings are confusing and coming at you at 100 mph. "Go ahead," I tell her. "It's simple, and she won't bite. Slide your fingers in and tell me if she's wet." She does, and you are surprised at your reaction; her touch is different but intoxicating. Kira fingers find your slit, and she dips them inside just far enough to feel the sopping wetness there.
"She's soaked," she says, almost matter-of-fact.
"Of course, she is," I say with a smile. "Sit back down, and let me show you how we will warm her up, taking her from soaked to shaking. Hand me the clamps and the flogger." I slide in behind you pressing my warm body against yours. "It's time to get serious, Lex," I unhook your bra, and you feel your heavy breasts released from their confines, awash in the cool air, instantly hardening your nipples. I reach around to pinch them, eliciting a part moan part sigh from you. "See how gorgeous these are?" I say to Kira, who nods and fixes her gaze directly on you.
"Fuck, yes!" She says, her voice dripping with both admiration and excitement..
I say with an impish smile, "So soft, so smooth, so pretty, but looks can be deceiving. Don't be fooled." I cup them in my firm hands. "These can take A LOT, and tonight we will find out how much. It's time we find out just how much they can withstand Come here," I say with authority to Kira. "Stand in front of her. Take her nipples and pinch and roll them between your fingers. Tug on them, pull and stretch them. See how naughty you can make them look."
She reaches for you, and I pull your hair so your head moves back toward me. My tone is harsh. "C'mon, Lex; take it and show me what a good little girl you can be."
Your breath comes sharp, quick , and shallow as you reply, "Yes, John." You feel her fingers on your aereolas, shy at first, probing, then more assertive, pinching, twisting, pulling and stretching.
You let out a soft moan, but it's interrupted by my stern interjection. "You can do MUCH better than that, Kira, don't be afraid. She LIKES it. Trust me. She WANTS more."
Emboldened, she gets a firm grip on each nipple using her thumb and forefinger for leverage, and bites her lip with determination. She pulls so your nipples stretch further than you imagined. You feel the pain as she challenges your limits, but there's no mistaking the simultaneous jolt of pleasure delivered almost directly to your now throbbing clit. It's a familiar dichotomy, a mysterious mix that excites you beyond reason.
"Ohh, fuck... yessssss!" You exclaim.
"I told you she likes it," I declare with a knowing grin. I move in front, pinch hard and shake your breasts using your nipples as my pivot point. "So fucking naughty," I say, smiling with satisfaction. You let out a low deep growl, and I stop jiggling them and squeeze even harder, eliciting a low but intense hissing sound from you. "Enough of that," I say. "Time to warm her up before we put on the clamps. Trust me she can take a lot more."
I bend forward to pick the crop off of the couch. I start gently caressing your breasts with it moving in circles under each one, around and around as they quiver from my machinations and your excited breathing. You watch intently, secretly longing for the sweet sting you know will be coming soon. I'm in no hurry and we both know it. You WANT to feel the sweet pain, but I'm making you wait, and that serves to make you crave it even more. I enjoy this immensely, and so I continue to tease.
I bring the crop to your lips, and you part them slightly, knowing what I want. Your warm wet tongue circles the instrument, and you gently close your lips around it. "That's a good girl. Get wet and shiny for me," I say. Satisfied with your dutiful response, I pull it out of your mouth and snake It slowly down your chin, as a string of saliva dangles from your lips to your neck. It turns right, then left, attending to each heaving breast slithering to your sexy abdomen, and pausing before finding its mark: the waistband of your panties.
I glide it horizontally from your left hip tantalizingly and deliberately to your right one, then back to the middle. I probe vertically from the very top of your mound to your slightly protruding lips, applying pressure, so you feel it as it digs into your dripping pussy. "Close your eyes," I say, "close them and enjoy what I'm doing." Your eyes close very slowly as if too fast would ruin the moment, and you involuntarily rock your hips as I move the crop in, around and to the side of your panties, so there is nothing between it and your warm wetness.
I maneuver it deftly, turning it in my hands, so it goes from flat to vertical as it finds your sensitive clit and slide it back and forth When I think you're enjoying yourself too much, I remove it reminding you, "Keep your eyes shut until I say open them." Gesturing toward the crop shiny and soaked with your juices, I say, "Look, Kira. Is that not delicious?"
"Who gets to taste, and as I finish saying it, a slow groan and the tiniest of whimpers escape your lips. I hold it up and say, "I should since I've done most of the work, but considering we have a guest with us tonight, she should have first dibs." Kira's eyes light up and seeing this, I take two paces and offer it to her. She looks to take it in with her whole mouth, and I say, "No, no. You must use ONLY your tongue" Kira complies and laps in earnest like a kitten to warm milk until all the remnants have been wiped clean. I slide it out from between her lips, give her a gentle pat on the cheek twice with the crop and say, "Spit on it." She does, and instantly, I take it away and, without missing a beat quickly strike first your left breast and then the right. You suck in air from the shock and surprise of being hit because it feels so naughty and good.
But then just as fast you feel the familiar tingling in your groin and wonder how there can be such a direct connection from nipples to your clit. While mulling this over, you feel two more strikes across each breast hard and swift. Again, you experience the flood of electricity to your groin, and this time, you can't help but let out a needy moan. "Naughty girl wants more, doesn't she?" I see Kira's eyes fixated on you, and she's mesmerized by this first foray into discipline.
"God, ye... yesss!" You manage to stammer.
