She walked home from a long day at the center, her lab coat billowing in the breeze as she edged closer towards her house. She could see only two cars in the driveway, telling her he was home. Sara's beautiful eyes flashed as she only imagined what her friend was going to do to her that night. She quickened her pace walking to the door and quickly inserted her key into the lock knowing he locked it on purpose to get to her. As she entered the house, she was about to drop the folders and books in her arms when she paused. She could smell the aroma of candle wax and incense as she allowed her senses to take over for her vision. She slowly placed her day's work down on the nearby stoop where she always kept her paperwork and slowly removed the lab coat.
She was in her purple dress at this point as she followed her nose into the den. There, she could see the shadow of her lover waiting for her. She couldn't see his mouth, but she could feel the smile through the candle lit darkness. As she moved closer, she remembered what his last instructions were and stopped again.
"Strip," the command was. She slowly undid one button at a time until her purple dress was opened and she slowly allowed her arms to drop to allow the dress to fall to the floor. There she stood before her shadowed master, clad in only a black pair of thong underwear and her heels. As she stood there wondering what was to happen next, he breathed a little louder just to get her more on edge.
"I want your panties off," he said in an amused tone. Sara slowly bent down and slowly removed her panties and allowed them to fall down her legs. Her shaven slit was then visible to his sight. She stood there, her nerves shaking as he stared at her through the darkness.
"Sit on the lounge chair." The green fabric covered lounge chair was right next to her. She sat there as his dark shape rose from the chair he was sitting in and moved towards her. As she sat, she wondered what she was going to be doing tonight for him. She reasoned in her head that her friend was new to the dominant/submissive style of roleplay and was enjoying allowing him to learn by experimenting with her. As she smiled to herself for the fun she was having, she could feel his presence closer to her.
"Show me your hands." This was a new one to her. She presented her wrists to her and quicker than an eye blink, her wrists were cuffed together. He was using the cuffs that were connected by a long chain that time. Sara's curiosity was piqued. It was then that he took a dark piece of fabric and covered her eyes.
With Sara's vision removed temporarily, she was curious to what he was up to. That question was answered when she felt a pair of lips on her neck. The lips didn't belong to her lover though because they were soft and lacked his tell tale goatee. It wasn't long until she could feel her wrists being lifted by the cuffs above her head. As the lips on her neck continued to kiss and lick , she could feel a second presence close to her around her exposed chest. Those hands felt like her lover's as his hands betrayed his masculinity. His hands slowly moved across her breasts and slowly pinched her nipples to erection as the pair of lips slowly brought themselves to her lips and kissed hers. It was with that kiss she recognized her friend and she could feel herself at ease.
Her lover then began to suck her nipple slowly as her female friend started to whisper French phrases in her ear. Her lover's tongue began to lick in the valley between her breasts as she began to shudder slowly. Her friend's hands began to rub her shoulders as she kept whispering, kept prodding her in French to let go. Sara could feel herself edging closer to her boundary as his tongue started licking down her abdomen. She could sense her friend moving as her lover stopped his tongue from moving for a bit.She could feel herself alone for a minute it seemed, but she desperately needed to be touched, to be tended to.