"Callie, you cannot be serious!" Brianna exclaimed. She was sitting on the couch in the living room of the apartment she shared with Callie but she felt like she had walked into an alternate universe.
"I'm very serious." Callie told her best friend. She knew she wouldn't understand but Callie felt she owed it to Brianna to at least try to explain why she had to do this. She knelt on the floor in front of Brianna and looked up into her emerald eyes. "Brie, we have known each other for what seems like forever and I know I can't expect you to understand. Please just try to support me, okay? This is something I have to do for me."
Slowly Brie nodded her head leaned forward and hugged Callie, "I don't think I will ever understand, but I'm here if you need me. When do you leave?"
Callie hugged her back tears filling her eyes at her friend's unconditional love. "Two weeks."
As Callie lay in her bed that night unable to sleep she thought about the events that had led up to that conversation.
*****
Callie had always had a sense that there was something different about her. She was painfully shy. She had never really had any female friends with one exception, Brie. But, she always listened to everything going on around her. She remembered when all the other little girls around her were talking about who they would marry and where they would live, she wrote in her diary about having sex. She remembered her brother's friends trying to force her to have sex. She knew it was wrong and it didn't happen, but she remembered the secret thrill of them trying to force her.
When Callie got older and did have sex it felt great, but she also felt like something was missing. On a band trip she found out what it was. She was walking around the college campus where the band contest was being held with two band mates that were really good friends. They walked by a side door and sat on some steps, one on each side of her, just enjoying the sun. When Callie had her eyes closed face up to the rays, she felt their hands grab her arms and push her back on the steps. She started struggling but they wouldn't let her go and began unbuttoning her top. She told them no, they ignored her and told her to just relax, that she would enjoy it. They got her top completely undone and then the front clasp on her bra. They each had one of her nipples in their hot mouths when the door above them flew open.
The boys didn't stop their exploration of Callie's body they just rolled their eyes up to see who the intruder was. It was a student at the college. Callie could only blush red hot and look at him pleadingly through her lashes. He just stopped for a moment looking at the tableau before him and blinked. His mind finally made sense of what his eyes were telling him. Here was a beautiful girl with two guys on top of her in broad daylight, out in the open no less! "Alright! Go for it!"
Her two band mates just smiled at him and went back to work teasing her breasts with tongues and teeth as he walked by. Callie did not think it possible to be any more embarrassed or to feel any more helpless than she did at that moment. As she felt their hands roam over her body she realized something else, she had never been more turned on in her life! After they had finished their teasing they let her up and chided her about being a hot bitch. Callie was quiet the rest of the afternoon mulling over her thoughts and it never entered her mind to turn the boys in for attacking her.
This started Callie on a quest. She started asking her boyfriends to restrain her sometimes during sex. Some of them balked at the idea. Some really got into it. When she would go over it later in her mind, relive the experience of being bound, sometimes gagged, helpless to stop them she would always find herself aching and soaking her panties at just the thought of how they took over her body.
She found books to read like the 'Beauty Trilogy' and devoured the content, thrilling to the experiences and wondering what it would be like to be a sexual slave. She went on the internet and found a BDSM group in her area that had meetings she could go to. She could learn more in a group environment and see if this was what she really wanted. Callie decided that it was an opportunity that she could not pass up. She had to know more!
Callie had been so scared at that first meeting! So shy and here she was at a sex meeting? She sat and listened to the group talk about the issues involving the community and what could be done to improve things. These were things Callie herself had never thought of. It was a very interesting introduction into a whole new and fascinating world. When the 'business' part of the meeting was over it was time for the 'play' part. For Callie, this was an eye-opener as well. A woman was tied to a St. Andrew's cross and a table was brought out with an assortment of toys on it.
Callie looked on with wide-eyed wonder as she watched the Dominant female pick up a paddle from the table and caress the submissive across her shoulders. The Domme then moved the paddle down to caress across the rounded ass that seemed to tremble at the delicate pass of the wooden paddle. The Domme's hand reared back and the paddle landed with a resounding thwack on the right cheek of the sub. Callie heard a loud moan escape from the sub as the paddle descended yet again. As Callie watched the sub began to squirm in her bonds and moans became gasps of pleasure. Every few swats the Domme would stop to lightly fondle and pinch the quickly reddening cheeks. The Domme then replaced the paddle on the table and picked up two floggers.
With rapt attention, Callie watched as the Domme began to strike blow after blow to the sub's back alternating hands in continuous circular motions. The Domme would alternate the harshness of her strikes, but she never stopped as she went from the sub's shoulders down to her calves. After about twenty minutes, when the entire back of the sub's body was a nice glowing pink and her ass a fiery red the Domme stopped. The sub was squirming as much as she could within the confines of her bonds and panting heavily. The Domme stepped up behind the sub and asked her if she needed to cum now. The entire room could hear her begging to cum. The Domme stepped even closer, rubbing the front of her body against the sub's tender back. She then reached around and began pulling and twisting on the sub's nipples, put a leg between the sub's outstretched legs up against her sex and began to rub and put her lips to the sub's ear.
Callie could see the sub's face as the Domme did all this and watched as the sub rode the leg between her thighs. Callie locked eyes with the sub and could almost feel the pleasure as the sub screamed and came until she went limp on the cross.
Callie kept going to the meetings and there she met Rick. Rick was her first true experience with a Dom.
Callie had seen Rick across the room and wondered who he was. She had actually made a few friends in the group and they were standing around talking one night before the meeting broke up. Callie had felt something and turned to find him staring at her. She had felt drawn to him from the first. He had walked up and introduced himself. Callie had smiled shyly and told him her name. They began talking and when the meeting had broke up they exchanged numbers and Rick had walked her to her car. He had called her a couple of days later and they had talked for a very long time. They discussed their likes and dislikes and what they had and had not done.
Callie was too shy to do anything at the parties, but Rick didn't mind. He liked having Callie all to himself. Rick loved to do rope dresses, especially on her big breasts. Callie enjoyed being with Rick and he loved to drape her over his knee and spank her ass until it was very red and hot to the barest touch. Callie discovered that when he did this, her juices would run down her inner thighs. She loved being spanked and she just could NOT get enough of the flogger. It felt so good rushing over her back and biting into her skin. Callie also discovered that although she had always been terrified of knives due to previous experiences, with someone she trusted, they became wonderful instruments when played over her back and up and down her spine.
