Alicia was in her 3rd year at college, located within the busy city, when she noticed a change in her sexual desires involving deviant fantasies. Soaking wet, the petite, shy girl weighed in at 110 lbs. With long, coal black hair and matching eyes, she had an attractive round face, full lips, perfect white teeth and a slim figure. Her ample breasts were beautifully curved, sporting wide areolas and long, dark nipples. Typically halter clad, Alicia caught the stare of many boys but seemed disinterested in their advances.
One evening, after a relaxing bubble bath and lounging in a favorite pink robe her roommate, Karen, seduced Alicia in the romantic quiet and privacy of their shared apartment. With spiked, bleach blonde hair Karen had a muscular, boyish frame and a pretty face dominated by alluring, daring green eyes. Having the bolder, more aggressive personality, Karen swept the girl off her feet and introduced Alicia to the many nuances of female to female pleasures. They soon shared a full time love affair.
Nimbly, Karen's lithe figure hovered over the awaiting Alicia kissing and licking across her nude torso. Slowly, her wet tongue slithered in and around all of Alicia's sweet spots eliciting deep, lustful groans as the recipient of Karen's affection. Laying between outstretched, quivering thighs Karen expertly teased her lover, darting and flicking the point of her long tongue around Alicia's mons.
"Mmm...someone's aroused. Your sex...smells...so wonderful..."Karen whispered before fastening her open mouth over Alicia's succulent labia and tasting womanly juices. Pursed lips captured Alicia's swollen clitoris and Karen rhythmically suckled the pearl in and out, bringing Alicia to a gushing orgasm.
Face and chin covered with dew, Karen left a sticky, smeared trail across Alicia's writhing body, moving up to tenderly kiss an otherwise parched mouth.
"Mmm...my baby...came so good!" Karen lit the half finished joint, inhaling a monstrous toke and placed the paper's end into Alicia's lips.
"God...oh God...Karen...you fucking send me...so..." Alicia dreamily whispered in the wonderful afterglow. Karen surprisingly grasped one of Alicia's wrists lying limp on the pillow over her head. "You know...Darling...one of these days I'm going to tie you up. Make you beg for it...make you beg me to let you cum..." Karen huskily suggested.
Suddenly Alicia felt transparent, as if Karen was looking into her soul and the normally quiet girl opened the floodgates. Like a confession, Alicia launched into an explicit, detailed account of her latest sexual fantasies.
How she desired to be tied up, blindfolded and perversely spanked or humiliated. How she and her teenage older brother had innocently played "Pirates", stripping away their clothes and took turns pretending to whip each other, taboo rituals exciting and furthering their curiosities. How she had visited several BDSM websites, reading stories, gazing at the pictures of people bound and tied. How she would furiously masturbate during her alone time, envisioning herself forced into a submissive role.
"Wow...my little kinky girl. Even kinkier than me." Karen replied after Alicia had finished her out of breath spiel causing the shy one to blush.
"Hey...have you ever heard of SADE?" Alicia shook her head as if to say, who...me? "Well it's this private club, it's like an old house where people go...you know...to...I guess you'd say...explore bondage and sadism. I've never been there but I heard from a friend of a friend about the club. Maybe...if you want...I could find out more?" Alicia's dark eyes widened intently on the possibilities.
"Do you...do you think you could?"
"Yeah, sure...I will but look...I want you to write down everything you just said. Be as descriptive as you can and I'll pass it along. Discreetly of course. To her. Okay?"
On a sunny afternoon two weeks later, the Yellow cab stopped at the leaf strewn curb next to the club and Alicia paid the profiled driver as Middle Eastern descent. She looked up in awe at the Victorian building, its ornate classic design and with slight trepidation walked up the worn grey stone steps. Neatly tacked to one of the tall Maple stained doors was a gold rectangular plate inscribed in black Old English lettering: Sade.
With no sign of a doorbell, Alicia turned the cold brass knob and entered into a spacious front parlor decorated with antique furniture, lovely tapestries and a musky scent hidden by sandalwood incense. The door's loud thud had a sound of finality.
Promptly, from one of the side rooms an effeminate young man wearing black silk clothing scurried towards Alicia.
"May I help you?" He asked in a girlish voice.
"Yes. I'm...Alic...Alicia Mayhew. I have an appoint...I mean...I was told to be here...at 4. She stammered, unsure and out of her element here.
"Oh yes. Miss Mayhew. Oh yes. Please...would you follow me?" His smile was courteous but resembled a smirk. As he floated soundlessly up the richly carpeted stairway, Alicia's palm slid along the mahogany handrail and she had time to admire the framed artwork. A la Marquis De Sade, they were lavishly drawn, illustrating a series of sadistic scenes: instruments of torture within a medieval dungeon, whips in mid-air about to inflict pain, the grimace of those receiving and the lust of the givers.
He ushered her along the short second story hallway, opening a door on the right and courteously held it open signifying that this was the room. Her heart beat quickened.
Dimly lit, Alicia quickly appraised the plush, roomy boudoir. To the left was a massive oak four poster bed where two flickering candles sat upon a matching nightstand. There weren't any windows visible which seemed to make the air feel heavy, warm and soundproof. Alicia carefully walked into the central, open part of this quiet room. Gazing up at the high ceiling, a chrome hook attached to a length of chain and secured into a rough sawn beam, dangled ominously overhead.
Her mouth was dry and glanced sharply to the right at some metallic, gleaming items upon a table with two padded high backed chairs on either side, idly wondering, just what had she got herself into? Behind the table, a smaller door opened from an adjoining bathroom and the stunning woman who entered literally took Alicia's breath away.
The tall brunette's hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her eyes glinted and smiled at Alicia. Like something from Frederick's of Hollywood the laced red corset covered her hourglass shaped midsection, uplifting plump, exposed breasts and garter clips dangling over wide hips. Alicia gulped and stared at the juncture of her thighs, a clean shaven vee, long legs and immaculately groomed body.
She held out her hand, "Hello. Alicia is it? I'm Monique, Miss Monique." Alicia self consciously wiped moist palms against her skirt, "Yes, I'm Alicia. I'm so very pleased to meet you." Their eyes locked while their hands firmly shook.
"Well. I'm familiar with the interests that you so carefully wrote of. Your curiosity, willingness and desire to become an obedient slave. We shall explore these things, this submissiveness that you long for. To begin, strip. Place your things in one of the chairs and of course, tie your hair back. You will address me as Miss Monique or Miss."
Alicia hesitated.
"Shall we continue? Or?"
"Y-yes...Miss." The woman closely watched Alicia's every movement as she stripped, laying her blouse, bra, skirt and panties onto the chair and slipping the simple black flats underneath. Undressing in front of this beautiful strange woman felt humiliating and scintillating at the same time. Timidly, Alicia stood in front and looked up at the taller woman, fidgeting and ineffective at covering her privates.
