First Person

To remind you, I set out to write the perfect four-page story and end up droning on for many more than that. There are some comments to the earlier chapters. My take-aways are a. People seem to enjoy the story so far. I will take their 'likes' as confirmation though many are silent and do not comment which to me is a weak endorsement. b. One reader appears to hate the word 'vulva,' which seems odd since that is the technical name for the genital region of a woman. I presume they are more fixated on slang like 'pussy' or something instead. c. I want to encourage helpful comments when possible. To be frank, I may have one more chapter in me to this story so make sure you let me know if I should continue.

Note: Ordinary actions and dialogue are written as normal text.

Note:

Italics

in this story represent the internal THOUGHTS of one of the characters.

Note: This story is written in the first person, as seen from the point of view of a participant. This is incidentally the name of the story as well for reasons that will become clear.

FIRST PERSON - CHAPTER 3

I felt too rather than saw Mags sit up then. Some shifting of the couch cushions as her buttocks pressed down.

I moaned quietly into that damned gag -- lying there. Still securely tied. Unable to free myself and still weak with the aftermath of intense pleasure.

Then I felt her gentle fingers on the back of the gag.

"Let me take this gag off you... princess." Mags said quietly patting my shoulder gently.

I grunted three times in rapid succession. Encouraging her.

I have never been gagged. It was wild. But it sure does suck the liquid out of your mouth.

I felt her fingers moving and knew she was unhooking the bra clasp, working it loose from the fabric. She got it eventually and I felt a lot of the pressure go off the gag and the elastic that had been tugging up into my armpits relaxed. A minute more and she loosened the knots in the cloth and I felt the wad across my lower face finally fall away.

What a relief!

I worked my jaw inside my shirt hood gratefully.

"Let me get that for you too." Mags said helpfully.

I felt her take the shirt material at the back of my skull she peeled the hood/shirt forward, adding it to the tangle of bra material across my upper chest and I felt cool air on my face again after a fair amount of time without it. A relief.

I feel like a butterfly fighting its way out of a chrysalis. I am sure my hair is a mess!

I thought randomly and blinked.

"Let me help you up." Mags put her hands on each of my shoulders and tugged so that I was sitting up fully on the couch again. She shifted past me and stood up.

As she did so I looked down and saw a mess of layered cloth lying beside me on the couch. There was a wet soggy patch in the middle of it.

From my mouth! It's the gag! It's what I was gagged with. What is that?

Then it struck home. It was Mag's skirt. She had used her sash/belts to tie me with and she used her rolled up skirt to gag me!

I looked up at her, my eyes wide.

Mags was standing looking down at me. She had removed her skirt to gag me. She was wearing only her panties on her lower body. Mags was trimmer than me. I always thought of myself as lush. I always thought of Mags as fit. Toned. Her trim lower body lived up to that assessment. Her lean flanks were shadowed. The musculature moving just under the skin. Then, without prompting my eyes drifted to her panties. They were a pale blue. They looked as if they had been pasted to her. Following every curve. I had never seen her lower body before. We had never been swimming together or wearing suits. She had a camel-toe where her panties scrunched up into her outer labia.

That is her pussy!

I jerked involuntarily to realize what I was seeing. Pulling on my still bound arms behind me thoughtlessly. Looking at her naked thighs inches away. Suddenly painfully aware of her pussy inside her panties. So close to my head. My face.

What am I thinking? Don't look. Don't look! This is the woman who just...! Maybe she will untie me. Let me go. What am I doing? I just a let another woman play with me. Give me an orgasm! Now I am looking at another woman's labia inside her underwear!

Mags just stared down at me while all this ran through my head at a hundred miles an hour.

It made me nervous... that particular stare. Tied up as I was, I felt that she was somehow in control of me. I tried to meet her eyes boldly. I was acutely aware I was helpless to stop her doing anything further to me.

"Here!" Mags said. I felt her hand on one of my shoulders. "Why don't you come off the couch."

I involuntarily tried to stand up fully, but found her hand on my shoulder pushing down instead. She did not want me standing... off the couch but not standing? What did that leave? The tangle of my pants and panties still encased my ankles making it awkward to walk or even get my feet under me. I was confused.

She stepped closer. Inches from me.

Oh! What is she? Her pretty blue panties are... Her pussy is right there near my face. The shape of her mons clearly outlined.

I smelled a musky scent.

The scent of another woman!

So that is what another woman smells like.

Mags put her other hand on my opposite shoulder and under her prodding I crouched and moved my butt off the couch. It was eminently clear she wanted my knees on the rug. Mags wanted me kneeling. I tugged on my bound wrist and elbows to remind myself of how helpless I was to stop myself from complying.

I have to do what she wants!

I gave myself permission and just knelt down on the rug by the couch. Trying and failing not to see the crotch of those panties in my peripheral vision.

Mags stood over me now. Looking down at me kneeling.

Kneeling before her!

I could barely look up at her. Trying to meet her eyes and failing. Lowering my eyes only to let them skitter off where her labia crowded the gusset of her panties. I ended up just staring at her knees instead. Suddenly extremely nervous. My position, tied at her feet was so suggestive of captivity. I swallowed.

Why am I so nervous? I'm so helpless. Why am I breathing so hard? What is it that she wants now? I am so tied up!

I wriggled my wrists. Felt the pressure above my elbows with weak tugs.

I really was a damsel-in-distress at that moment.

Mag's damsel.

Her tied-up maiden.

Mags stood over me. She must be staring down at me but I could not look. Bound at her feet.

There is nothing I can do. She has me.

I knelt. My head down. Almost feeling myself slump a bit. A form of surrender.

I heard Mags give a throaty chuckle. She very slowly and deliberately spread her feet wider apart. She was eventually standing with spread legs perhaps a foot from my head.

I could not help myself.

I gave this little whimpering sound in the back of my throat. Seeing here legs akimbo meant her muscles in between her thighes became a study in light and shadow around the musculature there. Naturally drawing the eye upwards.

Upward to where her sex is! Framed. I wonder if... I her labia are spread? In her underwear.

A protest sound came from my throat.

I was embarrassed that it sounded like a whimper.

Slowly, I cocked my head backwards. My view traveling up her inner thighs. Right there. Her labia in the panties that were glued to her hips. Her fists now cocked on each side of her pelvis. My eyes tracked up to her navel, a dark cave and then on to the face of my neighbor and friend. I swallowed again loudly. Then I saw, really saw her face looking down at me. Framed in a cascade of her hair. Cockily. As if she was in utterly in charge.

She grinned openly. Down at me.

"So!" She said almost arrogantly. "Not so easy to get loose, is it girlfriend! You are pretty bound and helpless, aren't you?"

"Please..." I said. "Let me go." I shrugged my shoulders. Feeling my bound wrists and elbows back there. "Please..." I even sounded like a damsel-in-distress.

She pursed her lips.

"Sure... sure. Just as soon as you do your part." Mags said thoughtfully.

My part?

"What is... what do you mean? My part?" I gulped. Alarmed at the mere suggestion that I had a part to play that was larger than being bound at her feet.

Mags laughed down at me.

"Are you a taker, Lisa? Is that it? You take orgasms! But you don't give them?" She had her head cocked sideways. An inquisitive challenge.

Orgasms! She wants to come? Of course, she wants to come! Oh my god! She wants me to make her come!

I stared up at her with alarm written all over my face. My mind racing. I squirmed. Testing the bondage. Shaking my head a bit.

How can I make her come? She is a... a... woman!

Mags, my old neighbor and confidant just grinned back down at me. All tied up and kneeling by her feet.

With a grand gesture she grabbed the bottom hem of her T-shirt and peeled it off up and over her head in a smooth movement. She stood there in her bra and panties... smiling at me. Almost a challenge.

"I've always admired your figure, Lisa. Always was a little jealous of how good you looked you know." Mags said frankly.

I could not help myself. At the word 'figure' my eyes flickered up and down her taut figure. As women, we are helpless not to. Instinctively comparing. All the time. Her smaller breasts with nipples poking through the thin material of the brassiere cups and her panties outlining that mons pubis. She was incredibly cute for a woman her age. I had always known it. Now, seeing her in her underwear, my estimation was thoroughly confirmed.

I cleared my throat. Uncertain.

Why am I so nervous? I've seen women out of their clothes before. I was on the basketball team and did gymnastics in high school! What is it about Mags that is getting to me.

Then I felt the bindings on me. Knew what was different for certain.

I was nervous. Who wouldn't be? Tied basically nude, certainly undressed and kneeling in front of another woman who herself is wearing just her underwear. A woman who had just fingered me. Made me come whether I liked it or not!

Is Mags a lesbian? She has never said anything before. She touched me though.

Mags smiled at me. Knowingly. As if she could see my thoughts.

"I have certainly always really admired these!" She bent down, reached with both hands. I tried to arch away from her hands, but I was tied. Couldn't stop her. She lifted, almost delicately, my breasts. One in each of her hands. Her fingertips caressed them. Within seconds, my nipples were hard and erect. I suddenly found myself having difficulty breathing. Short of breath. I could not stop my eyes from watching her small hands against my bigger boobs. Lifting them. Manipulating them.

What is happening to me? Am I getting turned on again? With a woman?

Mags put her face right in front of mine. Inches away.

"Beautiful!" was all she said.

Beautiful? Me? Mags... this hot, trim brunette thing... and it is I who is beautiful here? She is so very cute!

I inhaled at the feeling of my chest being felt up while I was tied and helpless to stop her.

She released my breasts and stood up.

I looked up.

Her arms were behind her back in the gesture all women know. Her bra fell forward along her arms and onto the carpet in front of me. Her tits on view now. They jutted out. A gorgeous handful each. Brown nipples poking forward. Not pink like mine. Long and rigid too. Twice the size of my own nipples. Round and chunky. Almost mesmerizing to see them. I couldn't take my eyes of them for a few seconds.

She stepped towards me. Her body now less than a foot away. My head was cocked back to gaze up at her.

Her half-naked body!

I lowered my eyes in shame. I am sure I was blushing.

It was mistake.

My face was even with her mons again now. I was incredibly aware of it.

Another woman's sexual organs! Here. So close.

I was panting then. Half in fear. Half in arousal. I had certainly had some thoughts about another woman now and then over many years, but never for very long. Just flashes during fantasies. Never seriously contemplating being with a woman sexually.

Suddenly, here I was, bound at one at her feet.

This was very serious indeed.

Mags ran her fingers into my hair. Combing it slowly. Sensuously. I lifted my eyes and stared and stared at her pussy in its nest, clearly outlined by panty material. She saw me looking. Then her fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of my neck at the back of my skull. There the gag had been knotted before. She gripped it. Her fist holding my head there.

She has got me! I can't move my head. I am tied. Helpless! Oh! Helpless!

Mags began to settle. I watched in fascinated dread that amounted to anticipation. Bending her knees. She slowly pulled me toward her. This physically pulled me forward a bit with her body as she settled her buttocks onto the couch.

I was kneeling between her legs! My torso leaning forward almost along hers. Her fingers controlling me by their grip in my hair.

Gently she reached her other hand, the one not entangled in my hair to her own breast and cupped it in her palm. I blinked. Seeing that pretty thing!

Her nipples are so huge. Jutting outward. They are... so beautiful! What is she?

Mags tugged on the back of my scalp and pulled my face forward. She was holding her breast out. Almost like an offering. Squeezing it slightly. Cupping it.

"Come along princess!" She said soothingly. "This is for you, my dear."

I looked at her. My eyes wide as saucers. A woman's breast. Inches from my face!

She wants me to... to... take it in my mouth!

Mags leant her torso forward slightly and then it was there. The nipple brushed my lips! I was suddenly panting. Half alarm and half... something else. A woman's breast in my face. A.... lovely breast.

I can't... can I?

Mags whispered.

"Tied up damsels do what they are told, Lisa!" Mags said suddenly. "Be a good girl and suck on it!"

I dropped my eyes and there it was filling my field of view. I think my face was a study in tragedy, but then some impulse took hold and I opened my lips obediently.

"That's a good girl..." Mags cooed breathily as her nipple went in.

Erotically! Her sexy voice. A woman's sexy voice...

"Suck on me Mags!"

Oh god! There is a breast... in my mouth!

Whatever insane impulse took me, I just began to suckle on it. Pulling that turgid nipple into my lips, then deeper. Sucking in half her breast. Filling my mouth with the softness.

I'm sucking! I am sucking on another woman's breast! What is happening to me?

I moaned around her boob.

Mags let out this shuddering breath. I rolled my eyes upward, continuing to suck and suck. She was looking down at my face, full of her chest and her eyes were half hooded.

Our eyes met.

Then she moaned... looking... watching me. Suckling.

She is turned on by this! Likes seeing me do it.

I moaned again myself. Feeling the nipple on the back of my tongue now.

Mags gave one of those female contented groans from the back of her throat that I understand completely. I felt her fingers tighten in my hair. Holding me there to her chest. There was no escape. Mags had me.

"That's it! Tied up little damsels get to suck on the mean ladies who strip them naked! Suck on their titties. Don't they?" Mags was playing out what was happening with her voice. Making it into and ongoing role play. Dirty talk.

It was so perverted a thing to say that a jolt went through my clit and loins.

I'm acting out what she was saying!

Am I a lesbian? Why am I getting off on this! God! Mag's breast feels so good in my mouth. Another woman's breast. I am tied. There is nothing for it... I am excited.

I redoubled my effort, sucking like a hungry baby.

Mag's hand gripped my hair hard and she made this "Ugggh!" sound, then tugged on my hair, pulling my head back. I caught a glimpse of her face. She was really breathing hard. She half rose and in an almost frantic, hurried gesture she stripped her panties down and off to pool at her ankles. Then she sat down on the couch and lay back fully. Almost deliberately she bent her knees upward, lifted her feet off the floor and spread her legs wide while I knelt there on the rug basically between those legs staring.

I was naked and my hands and elbows bound behind my back.

Mags tried to grin, but it came across almost as a more tentative gesture.

"Here you go!" She said, gathering the evil dominatrix parts of her personality. Sternly she went on. "This is what likely happens to every damsel-in-distress on all those TV shows behind the scenes." She spread her legs wide apart. "Back in the casting room they stay tied up. Those ropes, or handcuffs or sashes really hold them! Helpless to stop the mean lady who steals their clothes and... and then makes them do other things."

My eyes were drawn between her gams automatically by the gesture of her spreading them wider. I worked my mouth... I think half in disbelief and half... half in some other feeling.

Oh my heavens! Her vulva is in full view. Something I have never seen other than in a mirror looking at my own! Her outer labia! Bulging out like that. Engorged. Her pubic hair... she trims it so it frames... frames her... inner labia. The lips there are hanging almost open like... the petals of a flower. Gaping wide. Wet looking! Very wet...

A jolt went through me. I was used to seeing hard penises in sexual situations and thought I would be repulsed by another woman's pussy close up. That was just the straight girl in me I realized in the moment, because it her labia were quite attractive I realized.

I don't want! I can't! But her clit is sticking right out! Pushing her hood aside. Bulging up. She is excited! Her little hard on is right there. It looks... it looks... enticing! Hot!

I stared fixatedly. Gathering myself. My emotions. My brain. My feelings.

Mags was breathing hard. Panting now. She gestured authoritatively. A command.

"Don't make me pull on your hair, Lisa. I want you face in my crotch... my little Damsel! My tied up little helpless girl!" She growled these last words.

Her words were like oxygen on the fire of my own clit! I admit I felt something in me let go... the last of my straight resistance fled back into the dark recesses of my mind and I sank into the roleplay of me as Mags little tied up princess. I let myself honor what had been until tonight... this moment... the distant fantasy of eating out another woman. I surprised myself with my own sudden urgency to find out what it was actually like.

I let my upper body collapse forward, then lowered my face slowly to her now supine body, kissing as I went. A nipple. Her belly button. Her pubes. Finally, there it was... in my face. Her clit at the top of her watery looking labia. Bulging.

Like a tiny dick!

Was all I could think and I took it between my lips. Nibbling. Teasing. Shy to do it, but doing it just the same.

Another woman's clitoris! Oh!

"Yes!" Mags encouraged me vocally. "Yes! There! Take the clit... OH MY...! YES!" She yelled.

I suckled on the clit. Stuck my tongue out. Running my tongue up between her labia and tasting the liquid of her vaginal lubrication. Wet tongue on moving her own wetness around.

"YES!" Mags yelled. "Yes! Take that clit in your mouth! You little tied up tart!"

Where is this coming from in her head! Geez... it is... making me hot! I am a tied up tart!

I sucked and lapped. It was a revelation.

I was expecting it to taste bad. It doesn't! Not at all. Mags is loving this! Tie me up will she? I'll show her.