Be Careful What You Wish For

Have you ever started to make a sexual fantasy come true only to realize you were in way over your head? Well, Emma is someone that found herself in such a situation. Some doors can't be closed after they've been opened.

Chapter 1: Emma

Emma had been kinky for as long as she could remember. Maybe it came from some sort of imagery she had been exposed to at an early age. Maybe it was just how she had been born. Either way, she had a deep-seated attraction to bondage and other forms of BDSM, so much so that she developed intense desires to be tied up long before she knew it could be applied to sex. It went without saying that she was never meant for a vanilla relationship.

There was a lot of diffidence that came with growing up not knowing if there were other kinky people like her out in the world. It led to Emma being a rather late bloomer when it came to sex and dating. Paired with the fact that she was primarily attracted to women, Emma's kinkiness made finding her footing when it came to romance quite difficult, especially before she knew anything about going online and finding kink events in her area. Discovering that she could look up such get-togethers came long after she discovered a few other kinky things the Internet had to offer.

Uncovering the world of erotica had been her first noteworthy finding when it came to online kink. It all started with a simple Google search in her early teen years. Prior to discovering her love of twisted tales of bondage and other perversions, Emma had very little ability to put words to what turned her on. She would always compulsively watch or read in fascination any time she was exposed to forms of media featuring a kidnapping scene. She fiercely wished she could be the girl that got to be bound and gagged, she caught onto that very early in life. It looked like so much fun! She even tied herself up with basic household supplies on a few occasions, but it always left her feeling unsatisfied. She needed it to feel more real. It wasn't until she started reading creative stories featuring BDSM that her wide variety of sexual desires really came to light.

Emma went deep down the rabbit hole, realizing that there was so much more than kidnapping that could really get her juices flowing.

Bondage.

She finally had a word for what was at the heart of her horny desires. But it went so much further than that. Learning the names of various kinks and educating herself about them almost became a full-fledged hobby for her horny teenage self, albeit a hobby that she resolved to keep very well hidden from her friends and family. Hard bondage, soft bondage, sensory deprivation, dollification, hypnosis, humiliation, and much much more. The list of things that fascinated her went on and on. She even found some stories featuring institutional or medical bondage that made her body especially jittery and excited.

And once Emma was old enough to buy her first sex toy she jumped at the chance, getting a simple vibrator. She didn't have enough money to purchase quality BDSM toys, realizing with lots of disappointment that collecting the kinds of gear she read about in her stories could quickly break the bank. But the vibrator did just the trick. It let her better imagine what the women in her stories were subjected to when they got bound and vibed. Scenes featuring forced orgasms were always her favorite.

Emma would periodically go back to her favorite stories, reading the hottest scenes over and over again while masturbating to the point of sweat and exhaustion. She also realized that had the potential to get unhealthy if she did it too frequently. It really made her realize finding someone that shared some of her kinky interests would be ideal. But just how did that work?

Still a curious high schooler at the time, Emma also discovered Internet chat channels where she could have fleeting conversations with other kinky people. That offered some fun. Plus she greatly appreciated the confirmation that there were other people like her that had pervasive kidnapping fantasies. But she always knew those anonymous textual encounters could never compare to meeting someone that shared her fascination with BDSM in real life. Being the late bloomer that she was, it wasn't until the start of her final year of college that she worked up the courage to attend her first real life kink meetup in the form of a local munch. It wound up being a bit of a letdown, not that she had high hopes for finding her dream partner at her very first event.

Over Emma's senior year she attended a handful of other kink events, hoping to build a small network of friends in the local community. She even got invited to some play parties, but always chickened out leading up to the day of. Maybe it had more to do with how young and shy she was, but she kept feeling out of place among her local kinksters. And she wasn't noticing any women that showed up to these meetups with openness to date a 21-year-old. That was the most disappointing part to her. Perhaps she was better off trying her hand at having some more conventional dating experiences.

When it came to dating vanilla women and the hookup nature of many college relationships, Emma fared much better than she ever thought she would. It didn't hurt that she was incredibly easy on the eyes. She stood around five and a half feet tall with a thin build. Her breasts sat at a perky C cup. She kept her sunflower blonde hair rather lengthy, letting it fall to her mid back. This was all topped off by her pretty, innocent looking face and pale blue eyes. If not for how conservatively she dressed, her body would have caught the eyes of many of the men in her classes.

Within a few weeks of downloading Tinder at the urging of her friends for the umpteenth time, Emma found herself in bed with a similarly beautiful young blonde woman that went to the same college as her. The novelty of losing her virginity to someone she barely knew added to the excitement for her. It felt like she was getting to do something highly out of character compared to her usual shy self. Her date was a horny 21-year-old just like her that was also hoping to do some exploring of her sexuality. Only for this other curious college girl, Emma was satisfying a rather basic fantasy of hooking up with a member of the same sex. Emma, on the other hand, was checking to see if she might be cut out for vanilla sexual experiences. It was much better than she expected, but also not mind blowing in the way she had subtly hoped.

She got to feel what it was like to finger another woman and cause her to moan, and also have her most intimate parts played with by someone other than herself. She got to feel what it was like to have a beautiful woman's mouth between her legs, and she happily returned the favor. Getting to taste a wet pussy for the first time and causing another woman to orgasm with her tongue and fingers was definitely the best part of the experience. She had read plenty of descriptions of cunnilingus that gave her a good idea of what to do. But when it came to having an orgasm of her own, Emma wasn't able to remain mentally present. At first she tried to put all her focus on the sensations of the warm tongue moving back and forth across her clit, even feeling some involuntary moans escape from her mouth. But it wasn't enough.

Emma didn't feel the embers of an orgasm begin to start growing until she imagined what introducing kink to the situation at hand might be like. She closed her eyes and imagined her date forcing some restraints onto her. Emma craved getting to be like one of the women from the numerous perverted stories she had read. Maybe she would unexpectedly hear the clicks of some handcuffs enclosing around her wrists. Maybe she would hear the jingle of the buckle on a ball gag before it got tightly strapped between her lips. And maybe it would all happen so fast that Emma wouldn't have a chance to resist. What kinds of things might the fantasy version of her date say to her in such a situation?

I hope you don't mind being cuffed and gagged. Most of the girls I bring home with me wind up really enjoying it. All you have to do is relax and enjoy, sweetie. And if you don't want to enjoy it, that works too. I love challenges. And I haven't met a girl yet that I couldn't force an orgasm out of.

It might have been a cheesy fantasy, but it did the trick and then some. Not five minutes after Emma first felt her date's tongue on her pussy she found herself in the midst of a screaming orgasm. It was a more powerful climax than she had ever achieved by masturbating. It started out as white hot pleasure in the confines of her pussy, but then the feeling spread throughout her whole body as she uncontrollably twitched and spasmed. It was so intense that she became lightheaded, worrying that she might even lose consciousness. But eventually the pleasure subsided, and upon returning to reality Emma was left feeling slightly ashamed.

"Oh my god, that was so hot," Emma heard from the girl between her legs. Emma's date was feeling like a rockstar for having made a woman cum so hard during her first ever lesbian experience.

But Emma's could help but feel some guilt. What if the kind girl between her legs had known she had needed to resort to fantasizing about a messed up kinky scenario to achieve such a powerful orgasm? She resolved to keep that part of the experience to herself, letting her hookup walk away from the encounter thinking she had some serious innate talent for eating pussy.

Overall, that first time having sex had been enjoyable for Emma, but she was still left feeling like she had an insatiable itch that hadn't been scratched. Over the course of her final fall semester as an undergraduate, she had a few more sexual experiences with girls from her college, and they all went very similarly. Feeling lust for her dates had been easy enough at first. But once they were actually in bed and trying their hands (and mouths) at pleasuring each other, Emma had to resort to imagining herself in some sort of highly depraved scenario. She was left feeling guilty, cursing her shyness that prevented her from taking a risk and suggesting they involve some light bondage in their sex.

Once she was convinced vanilla sexual encounters would all have the same outcome, Emma found herself half-heartedly exploring online options again, hoping there was someone out there in the world in the same boat as her. And the results were interesting.

Chapter 2: Enter Alice

Chat apps like Discord were far from ideal for interacting with other kinky people, but to Emma it was a lot better than nothing at all when it came to having some kinky acquaintances in her life. She told herself doing some messaging with people online would just be an intermission type of activity before she would work up the courage to start attending kink meetups again. After all, she was quite busy being one of the top students in her class and an aspiring lawyer. It went without saying that text-based interactions on those apps were far less of a time commitment than attending real life events. Or at least that was what she told herself. In reality, Emma's shyness was making her decisions for her, much like it had done in the past.

With a profile name of Subtastic, she encountered very mixed results in the various chat groups she joined over the next month. Some groups seem to be dedicated to sharing porn. The images of women in highly kinky scenarios were hot, but that wasn't really up Emma's alley, especially considering she was bound to be the only woman in most of those groups. Whether extreme or mild, Emma could appreciate kinky imagery, but reading stories was locked in as her preference when it came to getting herself off. And she really couldn't picture herself making any meaningful acquaintances by sharing porn. That was a certainty. Fortunately, she was able to seek out a few groups that were primarily text-based, thinking that would be a little more up her alley.

One particular evening, Emma was perusing through profiles, as she sometimes did in her downtime, and came across someone rather interesting. Actually, that might have been an understatement as far as her hopes of making exciting connections were concerned. It belonged to someone with a screen name of "Dr. Domme". Eye catching enough. This person had a picture of a black cat in an alleyway as her profile picture. But that wasn't what stood out to Emma. The part that really caught her fancy was the profile description.

29 year old medical professional with a penchant for all things associated with BDSM. Mostly domme. DM's from other women encouraged (please don't message me if you're a guy).

Emma had been in enough BDSM chat groups to know this person might be a guy trolling for steamy conversations with women. She knew the type. She had gotten her hopes up in the past and regretted sharing her fantasies once it became apparent that the person she was trying to get to know was only pretending to be a woman. It wouldn't hurt to see for herself though. And this person used proper grammar in her profile description. At the very least "she" was a skilled writer compared to most of the weirdos in these stupid corners of the Internet. Emma resolved to message the person, thinking it would be better to think "oh well" than "what if". There was also a green dot next to the username to indicate the user was online.

Subtastic:

Hey! I'm a 21 year old girl that's similarly kinky. And mostly sub! Would be happy to chat and see where it goes.

Almost right after sending the message Emma could see the "..." in the chat thread signifying the person on the other end was typing. Then came some messages in a reply.

Dr. Domme:

Sure, I'd be happy to talk.

Dr. Domme:

Oh, and I like to get exchanging pictures out of the way first. Here's me.

What came next in the chat almost made Emma's jaw drop. A picture of a woman with a beautiful body in full dominatrix attire popped up on her phone's screen. It was a mirror selfie. At the top of the picture was the lower half of the woman's face. She had pale skin that contrasted amazingly with the bright red lipstick she was wearing. There was a slight smile on her lips that exuded confidence. Emma could also see that the woman had shoulder length dark brown hair, but the most arousing part of the picture was definitely her outfit. Emma was powerless to stop herself from zooming in on various parts of the picture by pressing her pinched fingers to her phone's screen and then spreading them apart.

The woman in the picture wore an entirely black outfit, the most eye-catching part of which was a turtleneck dress. It was tight-fitting, sleeveless, and ended a few inches above her knees. The dress also had a cleavage window that provided an exquisite view of the tops of the woman's breasts, which had been lewdly pushed up by the tight corset she wore. The woman also wore fingerless opera gloves that left her nail polish in view. It was the exact same shade of red as her lips. And to top things off, the picture gave a clear view of the woman's lovely long legs, on the end of which she was wearing stiletto heels. It was tough to tell from the picture, but Emma guessed this woman was rather tall from the limb proportions. She must have been well over six feet tall in those heels.

The last thing Emma noticed was a sticky note attached to the phone the woman used to take the selfie. It had some handwritten words on it that read, "Howdy! From Dr. Domme", and a date was also written below it. The picture had been taken close to a month ago. After ogling the picture for who knows how long, Emma realized there was another message in the chat that made Emma snap back to reality.

Dr. Domme:

Send me one of you. Then we can talk.

Emma's pulse quickened. This woman was real. And hot. Extremely hot. She couldn't have done a better job herself at tailoring a dominatrix outfit that aligned so well to the kinds of women she imagined herself submitting to in her fantasies.

She had no such picture on hand for verification purposes though. And to add another layer of disappointment to this situation, she had no outfits in her wardrobe that could ever hope to compete with one as sexy as this woman's. Emma scrambled to think of how to reply, feeling jittery in a way she had never experienced before. She didn't even own any lingerie, something she had been lamenting ever since starting college. And now would have been the perfect time to have some sexy outfits. She cursed the fact that she had been reluctant to buy some for herself up until now. A picture in her underwear would have to do, so she quickly stripped off her jeans and her t-shirt. A black pushup bra and a matching thong were reasonably sexy, right?

Emma reached for a pen and a piece of paper. She wrote a similar, "Hello! From Subtastic", and appended it with the day's date. From there she held the paper over her chest and snapped a selfie, making sure her long hair was in view. After cropping out the upper half of her face she tapped her phone's screen to send it. The woman on the other end didn't take long to reply.

Dr. Domme:

Thanks! Seeming sexy so far :)

Dr. Domme:

I'd be happy to hear a little more about you and your interests now that we have that out of the way.

And so began Emma's introduction to Dr. Domme, who she later found out was a resident psychiatrist named Alice Sharpe that lived on the other side of the country.

Over the course of the next couple weeks, Emma continued messaging Alice and got more enjoyment out of it than she ever would have expected. Connecting with someone that wasn't local to her was frustrating, but she also didn't have any room to complain based on all her previous failures at connecting with kinky women. She was quickly able to picture Alice as the kind of woman she could be friends with despite their age difference. And it didn't hurt that Alice was capable of dressing like a dominatrix straight out of her wildest fantasies. At first the two of them oddly kept discussing kinks to a minimum, placing more focus on sharing surface-level vanilla details from their lives. But eventually they began opening up to each other more and more about what made them horny. It resulted in some rather explicit text-based conversations.

As Alice and Emma continued to open up about what turned them on and the kinds of things they fantasized about, they both found themselves cursing how far away they lived from each other. Emma was attending college on the east coast without much ability to pay for a plane ticket to the other side of the country, not that they had ever discussed making arrangements to see each other in person. Emma was a bit too shy to suggest such a thing. Meanwhile Alice was over on the west coast and was in the final year of her residency, which left little time for traveling out of state.

One thing they bonded over was their lack of friends that shared their kinks. Emma felt that she didn't have anyone in her life that knew the real her, and Alice shared a very similar sentiment. Emma had tried going to some events that would lead to real life kink experiences and had come up short. Alice lamented her lack of time to commit to dating and relationships, being in a part of her career path that often required her to work close to 60 hours a week. The two of them eventually fell into a routine of relying on the other as an outlet for their kinks despite the distance between them.

It didn't take long for them to move their kinky discussions onto video calls. And eventually Emma broke the ice and started explicitly requesting descriptions of what Alice would do to her if they ever had a play session. The resulting orgasms that Emma had after (and eventually during) their calls were some of the most intense she had ever given herself. And this came from the fact that Alice was capable of speaking entire essays about how she would affectionately abuse a submissive girl such as Emma. And that was only the start of the long distance fun the two of them had.