The next day, Sarah arrived at Barbara’s at the usual 10am. Barbara opened the door and Sarah walked in smiling, but looking anxious.
Barbara asked her if she was ok, wondering if perhaps the previous day's events had been too much and she was about to say goodbye.
"I'm fine" Sarah replied, but still looked uncertain. Barbara tested her mood again as minutes later she passed her a full coffee mug and they sat down in the lounge.
"I don't know" her lips lingered over the steaming cup for a second and then said quickly "I thought what you asked me to do yesterday was weird and I only did it to please you. But as I lay in my bed last night, I thought it over and over, I couldn't get your touch out of my mind and I am sure that I had your taste on my tongue. I had to get up in the night to have a drink before I could get to sleep."
Barbara raised a querying eyebrow. "Yes, drink. I needed a small gin to help me."
Barbara nodded. "and do you need another one now?” she asked, glancing over to where she kept her drinks.
"No this is fine"
"Good. So what have you decided?"
Sarah blushed "I want to do it again" she said quietly. "Like you promised me yesterday"
Barbara grinned widely. "Of course we will. But be patient. Did you make love to Jim last night?"
Sarah shook her head. "He was too busy and I had the thing buzzing in my head"
Barbara smiled. "Well, last night was one of our nights and it went just it usually does. But as I was lying there with Steve thrusting into me I found that I wasn't getting the same high as I had got earlier in the day. I still came but not like I did with you."
"I realised that part of it was the fact that I had you helpless before me and I could do what I wanted with you." Barbara shivered with delight. Sarah giggled at her friend's reaction.
"So having me helpless turns you on?”
"Mmmmmmm".
Barbara refilled their coffee mugs and then put hers down on the coffee table. She was wearing a grey knee length skirt and a white lamb’s wool jumper. Sarah was sitting with a maroon skirt that fell to just above her knees. Complementing her skirt was a pink blouse and white cardigan.
She looked across at Sarah and told her to uncross her legs. Sarah looked blankly at her for a moment and then uncurled her legs. Barbara took a sip of her coffee and held the warm cup between her hands.
"Put down your cup for a moment" she said in a cool voice, "and move your knees apart. I want to see more of you."
Sarah turned bright red, but saw that her friend was serious and was staring unblinkingly back at her. She tried to stare back but couldn't and looked away. She moved them slightly apart.
"Further than that" said Barbara, "I want to see if you are wearing tights."
"You could just ask me"
"Its more fun this way" Barbara smiled "and interesting too"
Sarah eased her legs further apart, under Barbara gaze, until Barbara could see quite clearly up to Sarah's inner thighs and the thin band of material that covered the skin where they met.
"So, why black today?"
Sarah was feeling extremely embarrassed by the questions, but she was also feeling something, not quite excitement, but not quite fear either, at being in this position.
"I always feel sexy in black", she answered.
"And stockings? I thought they were only worn by whores?"
Sarah was a little puzzled by this remark and she blushed at the accusation. "No I often wear stockings," she said, "sometimes tights aren't comfortable.
"And aren't as accessible", she added coyly.
"Hmmmmm" Barbara looked thoughtful. "Go and close the curtains"
Sarah got up and quickly pulled them together.
"Now come and kneel in front of me!"
"Quickly!" This remark caused Sarah to scurry across the room and kneel quickly before Barbara. Barbara sat there nursing her coffee, gazing down into the eyes of her friend before her.
She told her to part her legs again and to pull her skirt up to her waist. Putting down her cup, she leaned forward and slipped her hand between Sarah’s thighs, letting her finger tips caress the silky material that held Sarah's sex inside. Sarah gasped and automatically pulled her knees together trapping Barbara's hand.
Barbara glared at her until her legs were pulled apart back into their original position. She relaxed and began to stroke Sarah gently with her fingers. The stress of trying to maintain the position with the wonderful sensations that were bursting from between her legs was almost too much for Sarah and she desperately tried to keep from falling over.
Barbara smiled down at her. "There are many ways of being helpless, I think. I suspect that you may be feeling rather helpless now. Am I right?"
Sarah nodded desperately. Barbara laughed lightly and pulled herself back into her seat.
"Stay like that" she ordered.
"She walked out of the room, leaving Sarah kneeling in front of her seat, wondering how she had got herself into this position.
Barbara returned a few minutes later with a fresh cup of coffee for herself. "Its funny" she said to the room in general, "I spent last night wondering if I could use my voice - like rope - to bind you. It seems to be working but I don't really understand why"
"You must either like doing what people say... but you've never appeared like that before... Do you always have the curtains shut first, I wonder?
"Or you must be prepared to obey me, but I don't understand why? There cannot be any fear of me, so you must want to obey me for some reward. Are you expecting a reward from me for your continued good behaviour?"
Sarah knelt saying nothing. It was a similar conversation that she had been having in her mind and one which she had as yet failed to rationalise.
"Well, continued Barbara, "assuming that you are happy to continue this delightful interlude - and I assume by your silence that you are - Let me explain some rules to you. I was hoping that we would arrive at this position and I thought this through as I lay in bed this morning."
"It turned me on so much, I had to touch myself until I came" she added as an aside.
"1. Whilst you are in this house, you will do whatever I say. And that includes if others are around"
