[***Sarah & Melissa is a depraved tale of love, chastity and bondage with heaps and heaps of hot lesbian femdom sex!
If you haven't read chapter one, go back and start there.***]
Chapter Two - Melissa's Note
Sarah stretched in the soft morning sun and re-read the note she had woken to find on the bedside table.
Morning sleepyhead, sorry I had to rush - you were too cute to wake. Last night was... hot. I've left you something downstairs. Call me? Melissa x
The handwriting was precise and elegant, all swooping lines and controlled curls. Her eyes lingered on the small heart dotted above the 'i' of the name.
Melissa x
Her heart gave an involuntary flutter and she fell back against the pillows, stretching out beneath the ruffled cotton sheets. She read the note again, and then twice more.
Last night was... hot.
Her hand drifted down her waist as she thought back on all that had happened and wasn't surprised to find wetness between her thighs, the heat beating against her fingers as she slid inside herself. Her body shook slightly at the memory of the girl who had been there last, the feeling of her tongue, the confidence of her fingers.
Another woman.
Sarah could barely process the fact as lubricant rushed to facilitate the journey of her fingers towards her clit. She had suspected she was bi for a long time, and Melissa wasn't the first woman to help test that theory, but that had been university and she had been young. This was... Melissa had been
different
.
Her mind wandered to the memory of Jamie on his... on
her
knees. The sad, pathetic look in his eyes as Melissa had inspected her on all fours like an animal whilst he had sat there with tears streaking down to his pretty red lips. She had found it hard to look at him in that moment. Hard, but not impossible. She had worked tirelessly to get him to that point after all.
With a cold jolt she came back to reality.
Shit. Jamie.
She sat up and checked her phone. 11:31am.
He's been tied up down there for seventeen hours.
Even by her standards that was a long time, and she hadn't checked on him since they had got back around 1am last night. He might be her bitch but he was also her responsibility, and for a second she felt awful picturing his bound limbs and feet aching in those pink ballet boots, his stockings slipping along his smooth legs and the garters straining softly besides the hard, unbendable prison of his caged...
Fuck.
She was doing it again. Her horny-brain was over-riding her common sense.
She sprang out of bed, grabbed her phone out of instinct, and hurried downstairs. When she reached the living room and saw that nothing was on fire and no one was dead she composed herself for a breath before heading towards the short corridor that led off from the door on the opposite side of the living room. When she reached the end of the corridor she hesitated before opening the second door, she could see light spilling through the cracks.
That's worrying.
She distinctly remembered turning out the lights.
As if I'd forget that little goodnight kiss.
She turned the knob, steeling herself for what she'd find on the other side.
It took her by surprise all the same.
She and Melissa had left Jamie bound in a simple frog-tie, his hands securely pinioned to his waist safely out of reach of his knots and anything else she didn't want him tampering with. As she padded across the thick carpet towards him now she remembered with a smile the cruel joke she had played on him, throwing the keys to his chastity device somewhere in the room before turning out the lights. She wondered how long he had spent crawling inch-by-inch around on his knees, straining this way and that with outstretched fingers searching in complete darkness for the key. She wondered if he had found it, or when he had realised that even with the key in hand, the hand had no hope of ever reaching the lock.
Boys are so single-minded when it comes to their cocks, and she doubted he could even keep one thought straight in his head between his week in the cage and his sleepless hours in bondage. Still, at least he was sleeping now, although Sarah wondered if he was particularly comfortable.
I've left you something downstairs.
Remembering the phone in her hand Sarah couldn't resist snapping a photo before going in for a closer look.
The room she had designed for her pet project had been fitted with numerous hooks and eyelets installed at various heights to facilitate her sadistic whims, and she was excited to see Melissa's whims followed similar lines of thought. Jamie lay on the floor spreadeagled, his arms and legs secured to the ground-hooks in the wall by the same ropes he had been bound in last night. She had been concerned he'd need to stretch, but she needn't have worried. She wondered if he had put up a fight as the beautiful stranger had pulled his limbs taut, or if he had been too weak and broken to care.
He probably cared when she'd pulled her panties down over his head.
She thought, eyeing up the black lace knickers she had last seen disappearing between the soft cotton sheets upstairs. They looked different now, stretched over the mouth and nose of her boyfriend, the gusset bridging his head like a bridle. Something round and solid was outlined beneath the floral lace covering his mouth and for a moment Sarah couldn't work out what it was, before she realised with a start.
"Good morning sleepyhead" she said, straddling his chest and softly running her hands through his golden locks, rousing him gently from his sleep. She was wearing loose pyjama shorts and a grey sports bra, her hair tied back and her face cleansed and plain. It amused her to see him still made up like a girl, and the fabric of his satin slip and stockings felt nice against her recently shaved legs. He frowned as he came to, turning his head and trying to moan something through the object pressing into his mouth. She traced a nail along the line of his cheek as his moans grew in intensity.
"Mmpp- mmff."
"What's that sissy? I can't hear you through these beautiful panties. Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Mmpph! Pphhff!"
Sarah pulled the lace aside, revealing the object holding his lips apart. If Jamie hadn't found the keys, then Melissa clearly had. The plastic cage that had been around his cock was now inserted between his lips, the device reassembled and padlocked back together, the larger ring that prevented removal now preventing the tube from slipping too far down his throat. The key was inserted straight into the padlock, right where he'd probably spent half the night trying to get it.
She laughed. "Did Melissa come to say bye? You should be grateful, she only left me a note." Jamie tried to spit the cage out, it was streaked with red where his lipstick had mixed into his saliva. From where the streaks stopped half way up the shaft, Sarah guessed that all previous attempts to expel the device had been repelled by the soft lace of her lover's panties. She could smell her sex on the fabric, and wondered if the scent had followed him even into his dreams.
She placed a finger on the ring and pushed the cage back past his lips, before pulling the panties across his nose and mouth to secure it back in place.
"Mmmp! Mmmffff!!"
"Shh, shh" she cajoled him sweetly, climbing off his chest to take a better look at the sorry state between his legs. His penis hung limp, useless and inaccessible to him in his splayed position. On it, in red lipstick that snaked down the shaft in the same neat font she had read on the note upstairs, were three curious letters.
P.T.O.
"Hmm, this girl is more inventive than I would've thought", she said as she pinched the tip between her index and thumb and lifted the shaft up to see what Melissa had written beneath. On the underside of her boyfriend's cock were a series of odd, illegible glyphs drawn in the same red lipstick. Puzzled, Sarah manoeuvred the flaccid penis this way and that, trying to decipher the strange code. Suddenly her brain flipped the image, and for a second she had to stop and marvel at the demonic wickedness of this beguiling young woman.
Call me?
Sarah had found the question odd. She had met Melissa on a queer dating site and until last night they had only ever communicated via the app. She thought Melissa had misspoken, but she hadn't.
She's written so small.
She thought.
I can't make it out. How on earth did she manage to...
In all her excitement she had forgotten the penis came with a brain attached.
"
Sissy,
" she said sweetly, "it seems Melissa has left me her phone number, but I'm having a little trouble reading the digits. Do you think you could make them bigger for me?"
Beneath the panties her boyfriend let out a low sob. She knew then that she was going to have to work him for it. Gingerly, terrified of smudging the lipstick, she exposed the deep pink bulb. She felt it twitch as she laid it against his belly, but it was clear he was concentrating whatever willpower he had on not giving up his tormentor's secret message.
It was no use. She'd know him three years, she knew how to get him as she needed him.
"Baby, what's wrong?" she purred softly, placing her index finger where the base of the head met the shaft, and ever so slightly beginning to rub. "Did you yearn for me last night when I was gone?" He mewed softly.
Poor boy. He knows exactly how this will play out. He might as well give up now.
"I was thinking about you all night, I promise. Stuck down here in your cage whilst I was upstairs getting eaten out by a hot, beautiful lesbian goth." He began to stiffen. She smirked as she introduced her thumb and middle finger either side of the shaft and begun to tenderly stroke.
"Did you like her? Is she not the most attractive creature you've ever seen, after me of course?"
"Mmpf. Nnggh."
"I need you hard. I'd like to see her again. I want to feel her inside of me like she was last night."
His cock stiffened, and Sarah grabbed her phone with her other hand to note down the number as she carefully pumped the erection into being.
Men.
She thought, as she wrote down the first three digits.
They're all so desperate.
He was still a long way from fully erect though, and it was still too soft to read most of the numbers.
"How did she get this number on you, I wonder." She said aloud as she realised it for herself.
"Just how hard did you get for another woman?"
For an irrational moment she felt like slapping him, but knew that wouldn't get her what she wanted, so she continued her current train of thought.
"Were you scared when she walked through the door instead of me? Were you surprised when she untied you, or were you more surprised when she tied you back up like this?" She ran her nails down the sides of his shaft and added another number to her phone. "What did you think when she let you out your cage? Did you get instantly hard, or did she have to work you like I am now?" She squeezed the gland and he let out a deep shuddering groan. "Did you... don't tell me, wait- did you think she was going
to fuck you?!"
His whining was the only confession she'd needed. She almost burst out laughing. "When she slid her panties down her legs and knelt over you did you think -
a woman you've never even spoken to
- was about to climb onto you and
fuck
you till you came inside her like a real man?" His hips bucked violently beneath her and she instantly let go.
That was close.
She thought.
If he cums he'll spoil the lipstick.
She entered the final digits into her phone, triple-checked the number, then checked it once more, and saved a new contact. Jamie seemed in no rush to go back down, and he writhed around on the floor as she brought up the message screen and opened her photo app. Selecting her most recent picture, she typed a short message and hit send. The image she had taken of Jamie flew away into the ether and for a second she was worried she'd sent it to the wrong number, but she checked it again and tried to calm her brain.
[Thanks for the surprise.] It read.
Is that a stupid thing to have said?
