A Mysterious Visitor

FEBRUARY

"Um, Johanna, can I ask you something?"

"What is it, baby?"

Kira and Johanna emerged from the auditorium. Bright winter sun stabbed into Kira's brain. Kira cursed and clutched her books and threaded her way through a knot of students.

"Kira?"

Kira kept on walking. Johanna followed her into the atrium of the studio art building. The two girls sat down on a bench next to a rubber tree, out of anyone's earshot. Kira studied Johanna's face, searching for a sign of deception, but found none.

"Kira, you okay?"

Kira nodded. "I'm fine."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"You want to ask question, please ask question. Don't worry, okay?" Johanna had grown up in Lisbon and Paris. Her accent made her sound impossibly sophisticated to Kira.

"I'm not mad."

"Okay, then. What's going on?"

Kira fidgeted and played with the hem of Johanna's skirt.

"I want to ask you something. If Mitchell told you to keep something secret from me would you tell me? Even if you promised him you wouldn't?"

"Ooh! Well, on one hand, he's your boyfriend, and he's not my business, right?" said Johanna. "On other hand, I love you and you are my good friend, and I cannot keep a secret. So that's a tough one. I have to say yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I would tell you. If you asked. But I would not tell you if you didn't ask.

"Well are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Keeping a secret."

Johanna's eyes grew wide. "About what? Mitchell? What's the secret?"

Kira regretted starting the conversation in the first place. "Nothing."

Johanna screwed up her face and took inventory of the inside of her head. "Let me see... Mitchell...secret... Nope. No secret. Except that, I'm sorry, just one. This is sad for you, but he is gay. Very gay. Everybody knows but you."

"Very funny." Kira laughed, despite herself.

"So what is this secret? Everything okay with you guys?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just wanted to know something. I thought you might be a certain person."

"What person?" said Johanna, losing patience.

"It's pretty weird."

"Tell me."

"If I tell you you have to promise not to say anything to anyone."

"Okay I promise. Tell me weird secret."

*

Kira was on her back, pinned beneath Mitchell. They were both breathing heavily. With one hand, he was clamping both her wrists over her head.

They'd started out playfully, trying to pin each other to the floor. She'd been boasting about how strong she was. In fact, Kira wasn't particularly strong. Neither was Mitchell, probably, but she liked to goad him into overpowering her. After a thrilling bit of grappling and straining and closeness, Kira found herself struggling vainly in his grip.

Pinned beneath him, she wiggled and bared her teeth, but she was delighted by the outcome. His face was flushed and his eyes shone. Kira thought it was the most delicious feeling in the world, to be helpless beneath him, conquered.

She writhed angrily, hissing. She could feel his hard-on through his jeans. Mitchell leaned down to kiss her, to end the game and take his prize, but she turned her head. He sought her out with his mouth but she refused him. Again and again, with increasing need he tried to kiss her and she refused to be captured. Defiant, she glared at him. She half-hoped he would slap her, just a little. For a moment she thought he was going to.

Abruptly Mitchell got up and stood over her. Kira pouted.

"You're really asking for it," he told her.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. You're behaving very badly."

Kira began to see what was coming: a more baroque punishment.

"What are you gonna do? Teach me a lesson?"

She was smiling, he was not. She was playing the unrepentant tease to his stern disciplinarian. He was remarkably good at it, for an otherwise gentle twenty-year-old. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking up at him. She adjusted her legs idly, hoping he could see her underwear under her skirt.

"Get on the bed," he told her.

"Yes, sir." Kira obeyed him but she took her time and made sure a film of sarcasm coated the word "sir." If he wanted her to talk respectfully he'd have to earn it.

"On your hands and knees. Face that way." She did as she was told. Behind her she could hear him open the closet and rummage among boxes.

"Okay, stretch your hands out."

Patiently, she stretched out her arms until she was leaning on her elbows, her ass high up in the air.

"Wait, take off your clothes first."

Sighing and rolling her eyes at his incompetence, she stood up. "Take them off yourself."

She faced him, arms at her sides, attempting to provoke a reprimand. Instead he approached her and unbuttoned her shirt. She had the idea of restarting the wrestling match, grabbing him while his hands were busy, but there was a charge in the air, a seriousness, and she felt cowed. She let him remove her shirt. He tugged her skirt down and she stepped out of it. She stood in front of him in her bra and panties.

"Okay, back down."

She resumed her position on her knees and elbows and waited patiently while he tied her hands together with the soft bit of rope he kept under the bed. Mitchell attached her wrists to the headboard and then went back to the closet. Kira wondered what he was going to do to her. He came back with a piece of fabric and tied it around her eyes. It felt like stretchy cotton, like maybe he'd cut up an old t-shirt.

"Don't move," Mitchel told her.

She didn't move. A few moments went by, with no sound from Mitchell. Kira felt lewdly exposed, her ass high in the air. Her panties felt tight on her pussy. Kira expected some spanking would come next. She moved her hips from side to side, enticing him.

Mitchell would slap her ass once in a while during sex, he an outright spanking wasn't really his style. Neither were blindfolds, for that matter. The only time he'd really spanked her had been a serious occassion. She'd done something wrong, cheated on him, and when she'd admitted it he'd spanked her enough to make her cry. The spanking not only relieved of her guilt, but turned her on much more than she'd expected. She'd been angling for a replay without the guilt and the heartache.

Kira heard Mitchell leave the room. His footsteps receded through the small apartment he rented by himself. She stopped moving. Where the hell was he going? Looking for something to spank her with? Then, far away, at the edge of her hearing, she heard the front door open.

She heard Mitchell's voice. She couldn't hear what he was saying. Was someone at the door? Was there another voice? She hadn't heard anyone knock. She froze, and strained to listen.

Silence.

She waited.

She pictured herself as she must look: head down, ass high in the air. Wrists bound. Her pussy was barely covered by thin panties, which felt damp. She was positive her panties were visibly wet. What a sight she would be when Mitchell returned.

She heard footsteps in the hall, drawing closer. Two sets of footsteps. Had Mitchell closed the door on his way out of the bedroom? She couldn't remember.

Kira's mind raced. She took stock of her situation. Only her hands were tied. Kira tested her bonds. Mitchell had tied them expertly-not painfully tight, but she didn't think she could free herself. She could move her body, though, curl up into a less brazen position.

The footsteps paused just outside the door. Kira remained still, hardly breathing. She knew the stranger would see her in moments. She decided not to move, not to speak. If Mitchell thought he could scare her he was wrong. And if someone did see her... at least she wasn't naked. Thank god her bra matched her panties, she though absurdly.

Kira's heart pounded. Whoever came into the room would be able to look at her as long as they wanted, and she couldn't look back. The stranger would see her bound and blindfolded, voluntarily displaying her ass...

The bedroom door opened. Two sets of footsteps entered.

Kira froze. Who was there? Her mind spun through a wheel of possible suspects. Mitchell's friends, Dan and Matt; maybe Johanna, maybe Dave. Or Daisy? As she thought of each possibility she imagined that person looking at her, seeing her with her head down and her ass in the air, wearing only a bra and panties. She imagined all of them, an entire crowd, standing around her and marvelling at her lack of shame. "Such a nice girl!" they were thinking, "who knew she was such a slut?"

Kira forced herself to be calm. Someone was in the room. Someone, probably someone she knew, was seeing her in her underwear. So what?

But quietly, conspiratorially, Mitchell was talking. Talking about her:

"She appears well behaved, but don't let her fool you. She's very willful. And impertinent. She deserves to be spanked, without a doubt. As a punishment, though, it's only partially effective. You see, suspect she likes it. Just before you arrived she was wagging her ass like a puppy, practically asking me to spank her. Kira, can you show our guest how you move your ass when you want a spanking?"

Kira didn't move. Wagging her ass now seemed to be the grossest act of perversion.

"Hmm. See what I mean? Disobedient. Kira, I think you'll agree that the threat of spanking alone is no guarantee of proper behavior. So I've invited a guest to observe. I know this must be very embarrassing for you, but I hope next time you'll think twice before misbehaving.

"I know you're curious, but I'm not going to tell you who our guest is. I've told this person not to speak or make any sound that would help you recognize them. I'm not even going to tell you if it is a boy or a girl. What do you think of that?"

Kira didn't know what she thought of that. Mitchell continued with his best professorial tone.

"As you can see, she's not completely disobedient. I told her to stay in this position and here she is, despite the fact that she clearly heard you coming into the room. Go ahead, walk around, look all you like. She enjoys being tied up. Notice how damp her panties are. She finds the attention very arousing, I think. Spread your legs a little, Kira."

Kira's heart beat faster. She didn't know what to do. Mitchell spoke slowly, as to a stubborn child.

"Kira. Spread your knees a little wider. We'd like to get a better look at your pussy."

What must this person think of her? Kira knew the thin panties would betray her wetness. She could feel a cool spot of damp centered on her cunt lips. Her face burning, she obeyed, spreading her knees slightly apart.

"That's a girl. A little wider. Good. Now, show us what you do when you want a spanking."

Slowly, Kira shifted her hips from side to side. What had seemed like a cute little butt wiggle when her knees were together now seemed something else entirely. Both Mitchell and the visitor were directly behind her. She was acutely aware of the smallness of the triangle of fabric covering her pussy. She stopped moving. She felt hot all over.

Kira felt fingers lightly touching her through the thin panties. She jerked with surprise, but the fingers continued their stroking, calmly and insistently. She had no idea who was touching her, Mitchell or the other person. The fingers explored the curves of her cunt lips, then brushed across her right at the most sensitive spot, then back again, then grazing the center of her as if by accident.

Kira knelt motionless with her forehead pressed against the bed. The room grew very quiet as the fingers moved gently. This went on for several minutes, until Kira's fear was drowned out by growing pleasure. The stroking continued, maddeningly slowly. Her clit tingled and throbbed. She began to push herself towards the fingers, trying to make it feel good, but the rope prevented her from moving too far back. She had almost forgotten the rope. The rope was humiliating, but she didn't care any more. The faint pleasure was something good and real to focus on.

Kira spread her legs a little wider. She rocked her hips from side to side. She tried to show that she could be a good girl, deserving of continued touching. Forgetting herself, she moaned a little.

When the stranger had first entered the room, Kira had been glad of her panties, thankful for the token covering. Now the same panties seemed obscene, a mockery. She wished she could be honestly and completely naked. She wished someone would pull her panties off, touch her more forcefully. She felt more constrained by the panties than the rope around her wrists or the blindfold.

Someone, it must be Mitchell, pulled up on her panties, pulling them tight between her pussy lips. She gasped.

"Look what a nice ass she has. She'd never admit it, but I know she likes being seen like this. It turns her on that someone's looking at her. She knows she has a great body. But she also has an extremely pretty pussy. Do you want to show our guest your pretty pussy, Kira?"

Kira swallowed, her vocal cords paralyzed.

"It's up to you, Kira. Don't be rude to the guest or you might get a worse spanking than you're already going to get."

Kira felt her heart pounding again. She had gotten comfortable in her role as blind, mute body.

"If you want those panties to come off, you're going to have to say so. Just say, 'yes I want to show my pretty pussy' or 'no I want to wear my wet panties.' "

Kira forced herself to speak. Her voice came out husky and low.

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes what?"

"Yes I want to show my pussy."

"Your pretty pussy," Mitchell insisted.

"Yes I want to show my pretty pussy," she gasped. Her face felt hot.

"Good girl. That wasn't so hard. Now ask our guest to remove your panties for you."

In a tiny voice, her head swimming: "Please take off my panties."

Kira brought her knees together. She felt fingers slowly pull the panties down over her ass. Slowly, slowly, the stranger pulled the panties down, stopping when her ass was half exposed, stopping again when when her bottom was completely bare.

Kira waited helplessly, her panties around her thighs, and soon the fingers returned and pulled the panties down to her knees. Kira shifted her weight from knee to knee, allowing the panties to be removed completely. Except for her bra, Kira was now officially naked. She felt suddenly vulnerable and unsure of the wisdom of cooperating so readily.

"Do I need to tell you to open your legs?" Mitchell asked.

Kira hesitated and then moved her knees apart, though not as widely as before. She felt a stinging slap on her left butt cheek. She cried out in surprise.

"Is that the position you were in before?"

Before Mitchell could find fault with her again she spread her thighs apart. She felt cool air between her legs. Her clit was throbbing and tingling. She imagined her cunt lips must be parted. She knew her pussy was fully on display.

Kira felt a faint breath on the outside of her cunt.

"Mmmh. Notice how good her pussy smells. It's like flowers."

She sensed Mitchell withdraw and the stranger take his place. She trembled at the stranger's nearness. She willed the stranger to touch her, kiss her there, but she felt only a faint breath close to her open cunt.

Someone, probably Mitchell, undid the clasp at the front of her bra. Mitchell drew her bra up over her arms until it laid over her bound wrists.

Fingertips stroked her nipples.

"Watch her pussy quiver. See what happens when I do this." Mitchell's voice was beside her. He pinched both of her nipples, pulling them down away from her body. Kira cried out. She felt the sensation as a pressure in her clit. Kira imagined the stranger was watching her pussy contract and spasm.

"I bet that makes her pussy jump. Do you want me to do that again?"

No response from the stranger, of course.

"Kira, I'm talking to you. Do you want me to do that again?"

"Yes," she admitted quietly.

Mitchell pinched them again, harder this time. Her clit felt like it was on fire.

"Please-" she said.

"Yes?"

"Please, I need..." was all she managed to say.

"Would you like something? Would you like someone to touch you in a certain way?"

"Yes" It was humiliating to be made to beg like this, but she wanted to bring the show and tell phase to an end. She desperately wanted something more concrete: to be licked, or fucked.

"Say what you want. Describe what you would like to happen now."

Kira drew the line at this. She remained silent, knowing what was coming next.

After several seconds she felt another stinging blow to her bottom. Her body jumped in response but she held her position. At the next blow she cried out in pain, her eyes starting to tear inside the blindfold.

"Are you ready to ask nicely for what you want?"

Kira shook her head. Mitchell spanked her again, harder this time. And again. Two more blows and then she'd had enough.

"Ow! All right. Stop." She sniffled and collected herself. Her bottom was hot and stinging and she truly didn't want any more spanking.

"Please make me come. Touch my clit, or lick it, or... whatever." she said.

"I didn't think you could get any wetter but the spanking really did arouse you."

Fingers pressed against her cunt and dipped inside. What felt like two fingers slid easily in and out of her, avoiding her clit, then withdrew.

"I've never seen her so wet. All right, Kira, you'll get what you want." Then to the guest: "Would you like to taste her pussy? You've been very patient. Do you want her to lie on her back or like this? This is good? Okay."

The stranger's tongue slid over Kira's bare cunt, lightly skimming the surface. The sensation was so good Kira couldn't help moaning in pleasure. She'd been waiting so long, she was alive to to the slightest touch. The stranger licked timidly at first, then with increasing confidence.

Kira still couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl. She couldn't feel any stubble. The fingers holding her ass were smooth and light, but she didn't feel long fingernails.

One thing was for sure, the mysterious guest knew how to eat pussy. The tongue flitted repeatedly over her clit, just grazing it. When she thought she was ready to explode the tongue moved up to her cunt lips and pushed in, thrusting in and out. Kira wanted a cock inside of her so badly. Perhaps the stranger was a boy and Mitchell would tell him to fuck her. She pushed back against the stranger's face, fucking the tongue that was pushing in and out. The stranger grabbed her ass cheeks to steady themself.

The stranger's mouth moved back to her clit, this time not licking but sucking it. Kira realized she was moaning freely now, all her modesty gone."Suck it, suck it, oh my god..."

Kira was teetering on the edge, needing to come so badly but wanting it to go on forever. She felt lips at her nipple, sucking and biting. She started coming, a long shuddering orgasm that shook her body for what seemed like forever until she was a curled up in a ball.

*

When Kira stopped talking she realized that she was still playing with the hem of Johanna's skirt, her knuckles brushing against Jo's bare thigh. Kira became acutely aware of her friend's body, and her own body, and a warmth between her legs. Kira put her hands in her lap and sat still. She could feel Johanna's dark eyes on her, her expression serious.

"So what happened next? They untie you?"

"No, not right away. I don't know exactly what happened right after that. I came so hard, you know?"

Johanna nodded seriously. Kira sighed and forged on to the end.

"Mitchell let the person out. When we were alone he took the blindfold off and fucked me while I was still tied up. Twice, actually. He didn't tell me who the visitor was. I didn't really care at that point but later I realized how messed up it all is. There's this person, and I don't know who it is, and they've seen me tied up, spanked, and begging for... for sex. Everyone I know, I'm looking at them like, does that person know I'm a freak? Does that person know... what I taste like?"