Just a couple of facts about the story below. This story is my first time submitting in the BDSM category. It probably will not meet this category's unwritten threshold for most if you are looking for anything super hardcore or anything in the realm of degradation and humiliation.
I love this story and decided to post it for several reasons. Principle among those reasons is that it helps me mentally explore and work with my own submissive desires. It also combines a couple things I love: the friendship and emotional aspect of lesbian erotica and the protective possessive side of D/s. Please note, in my head this story seems to be working out as a trilogy and I am currently working on the second part. (Though I cannot offer any promises)
That said, I know that we are all particular about our kinks, but please be gentle with your comments. I only like it rough from Mistress. :-)
Enjoy the read -- I dare you!
-Wynter
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"Never have I ever let anyone tie me up," I said haughtily, leaning back against the couch as I watched the faces of my friends. If I had added the words "wanted to" to that sentence it may have been a lie, but the game revolved around actual activity not implied wants.
Our weekly girl's night out should have taken place in a park surrounded by the cool breeze and even cooler Jazz as the five of us sipped chilled wine and giggled like immature school girls. The random summer storm and accompanying hurricane watch placed a quick kibosh on those plans. Instead we were having a girl's night in, which was composed of liquor that was harder on the spirit than wine and way too many "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours" style games.
Carla and Ebony sat in front of me and their faces showed surprise at my declaration for my turn at "Never Have I Ever." Their looks offended me just a twinge. Carla looked like she thought I was a prude and Ebony looked like she thought I was lying.
Tracy sat to my side on a mountain of pillows. Giggling drunkenly, she didn't pass any judgment as she was the first to take a sip out of her drink. Beside me on the couch, quiet as always, April chuckled softly as she picked up her glass off the coffee table as well. I was so in shock I almost missed both Carla and Ebony taking hearty swigs from their glasses too.
"Seriously? In this room, I'm a virgin?" I asked, once again slightly offended. April was the one that shocked me the most, I would have laid out good money that she had never been tied up.
April and I were the closest out of the group, though we'd known one another the least amount of time. Carla and I grew up together and had been best friends since third grade. Carla and April worked together for the first time on a project a few years ago and became fast friends. Carla pulled April into our little circle of four and we very easily expanded it to a circle of five.
Over the last three years, Carla and Ebony had both gotten married and Tracy was in the world's most dramatic on-again-off-again relationship. This usually left me, the picky perpetual dater, hanging out with April, the even pickier possibly asexual one. That dynamic wasn't a problem. Since being introduced, April and I had become inseparable. We were both laid back and somewhat introverted -- though we could talk to one another non-stop when the mood struck.
There were also those other times when we'd hang out and say a total of five words the entire night. We were okay with that, however, because the silence was comfortable. We accepted one another and there was a bond between us that always felt like it was growing. I felt like I knew almost everything about her.
Except, apparently, I didn't.
Learning about April being tied up was not the biggest shock of the night. It was the follow-up information that threw us all for a loop.
"April, really? No way!" Ebony declared after looking at me intensely for a few moments. She must have debated whether or not to challenge me on my declaration. I imagine she was remembering a few questions prior when she'd challenged me about not having sex in a car. The shot she'd ended up taking was a mix of Kahlua and Peach Schnapps, which probably caused her to hesitate in challenging me again. There were no rules on challenging other drinkers, though, so my guess was she decided to go for April instead.
April shifted on the couch behind me before softly responding, "it was research."
I turned to give her a quizzical look as the other three all stumbled over their words. Tracy was the first to utter anything coherent. "Baby girl, what the hell kind of research were you doing?"
April shifted again, putting her glass back down on the table, "I don't kiss and tell." Then she got up slowly and walked down the hall to the guest bathroom.
We all knew one another pretty well, so we all knew April's signal of finality. If you brought up something she didn't want to discuss she shut down the conversation and left the room. She'd return in a few minutes. If someone, usually Ebony, tried to reintroduce said topic she'd say her goodbyes and leave. Every time. Without fail. April did not argue. She did not debate. She was not going to share anything she was not ready to share.
Before April returned we decided to switch topics and games. The switch happened for obvious reasons, but also so Carla and Ebony could sober up for their respective drives home. Tracy and April were staying until the morning, so we could all do the Sunday bottomless Mimosa brunch at the new lounge we'd heard about.
A few hours later Carla and Ebony made their way to their respective cars as Tracy made her way to the upstairs guest room. April and I did a quick cleanup of the living room and kitchen. Once done, I headed to my bedroom to shower and April made herself at home on the couch.
My shower was fast and served to wake me up even though it was close to three in the morning. After my shower I finished my nightly routine. As I got dressed in a loose-fitting nightshirt I listened to the sounds of April chuckling at what sounded like a Golden Girls episode on television. I loved the Golden Girls.
I turned on the bedroom television, surfing quickly to find the station. Deciding I needed some ice cream and hang out time with April I waited until a commercial came on then headed into the living room. I figured the ice cream would be a good way to bribe her back to my room. She always gave the best snuggles when she stayed over. Either that or I just liked having her close.
"Hey lady, want to join me for some ice cream and a few episodes?"
April smiled and stood to stretch. My eyes greedily drunk in every inch of her form before she stopped to turn off the television. Working to avoid detection I quickly turned away to grab the ice cream and spoons. Once back in my room we camped out on my bed eating ice cream for two or three more episodes.
"You want to know, don't you?" April asked, rather randomly, as I clicked off the television at the end of the last episode.
We were both stretched out on our backs propped up by my many pillows. At the softly asked question, I turned so that I was facing April in the darkness.
I couldn't pretend that I didn't know what she was talking about or that I wasn't dying to know. "Yes, of course I do, but only because I am always curious to know everything about you."
There was a deep breath, "Why is that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why do you want to know everything about me?"
I knew that she knew. It was one of those things that went unspoken between us. I couldn't believe she was calling me on it though. I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling. "Because we are friends," I uttered, not even convincing myself.
"We are," she replied, followed by a long sigh. Then softly, she said, "I had this ex who rather enjoyed it."
My eyebrows crinkled in confusion and I was glad she couldn't see my reaction. Possibly asexual April and an ex that liked to tie her up. It seemed very strange. "How did you like it when he tied you up?" I asked, because what else does one ask after an admission like that?
"She, not he," she whispered before adding, "I hated being tied up. But I needed to feel it and understand it before I could..." her voice trailed off a bit, "... she enjoyed when I tied her up. She enjoyed that and every second of what I did to her while she under my control."
"Oh," was my muffled reply. It sounded like a stutter in my head but emerged more like a gasp. After, there was silence for a full five minutes as I tried to gather my wits.
I am by no means a prude. I am bisexual. Tracy and I share that orientation while Carla and Ebony are very clearly and very proudly heterosexual. However, the jury had always been out regarding April. She always spoke in general terms, she never used pronouns and she referred to exes as "partner" while referring to any brief current dates as "newbie." She'd given brief glimpses of her tastes, but they were only ever hints. As a group, we knew things like Ebony loves anal more than life itself; Carla is obsessed with swallowing and Tracy is not a fan of going down on men at all. Yet none of us knew if April had ever given anyone oral or whether she liked being penetrated anywhere, let alone in her ass. So, the new flood of information from April's revelation was -- intense, to say the least.
The truth is it seemed ten times more intense because of the underlying crush I'd been nursing for her for over a year. So, for a brief time, I attempted to process the thought of April being open to sleeping with women, being tied up by one, tying one up and doing all manner of things to her -- which the girl liked, of course. The problem came while working to not picture me as the extra in any of those scenarios.
I was so quiet April took it as a rebuff and got up to leave.
"Don't you dare," I started, pulling her arm to bring her back down on the bed. She went rigid at the command but somehow, I knew to change tactics. "Please stay, it was just a lot to process at first. Please."
April paused, then slowly lay back down.
After a few minutes, I quietly asked, "Did you like tying her up and -- all the stuff you did after?"
