An erotic story from Elliott McCrow
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Irene and Abigail have just graduated high school and decided to do something exciting in preparation for being "real college girls," so they visit a dominatrix with a preference for young women. Things quickly get out of hand when they end up in chains in her dungeon, but neither of them can deny how much they end up loving it anyway.
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The woman gave us an appraising look as Abigail and I stood in front of her door, cautiously hesitant but nonetheless delightfully interested that we had come. Her deep blue eyes swept over us slowly from head to toe, her eyes locking tightly on mine after she'd had a good look. "Please," Lady Olivia told us in a low tone, speaking for the first time, "come in." She stepped back, her heels clicking against the floor behind her, and swept a hand inward.
Step into my parlour, said the spider to the fly. Tis the prettiest little parlour that you ever did spy.
Abby and I entered in to her home, eying the place nervously. Olivia closed the door loudly and fell in to step behind us, shorter than either one of us even with her six-inch heels. Admittedly it wasn't the safest of ideas for us to have come here, but that was kind of the point. Our friend Terrence had come to see Lady Olivia a few weeks ago, and to this day he still had trouble looking a woman in the eye. Abby and I had called her yesterday after we had recovered from the previous day's graduation party, and she had been quite charmed at the idea of the two of us coming to visit her.
From the outset Lady Olivia didn't look like anything special for a 30 year old woman, she was short and thin with red-brown hair down to her back and she wore a simple blue blouse and skirt, but it was the way that she looked at someone that made them realize the kind of person she really was. Her eyes would only leave mine for a brief second at a time when Abby was saying something to her, staring straight at me and rarely blinking.
We came in to her living room and she bade us to sit down on the sofa, a steaming teapot already set on the table in front of it. "You must be Abigail," she said with a shark-like smile as she shook the hand of the tall and skinny brunette next to me. "You were the one I spoke to on the phone... It would be terrible of me to have forgotten such a lovely voice. And then you would be Irene," Olivia said, her head tilting back towards me. "You, on the other hand, haven't said a single word to me. Do I make you uncomfortable, Miss Irene?"
"What? No," I quickly told her, giving a weak chuckle. That was a lie, of course. She had a predatory air about her that made me
very
uncomfortable. "Ooh, is that tea?" I said, changing the topic. "I would love some."
Lady Olivia smiled again, leaning forward to pick up the teapot and pour fill the cup in front of me. She leaned forward enough as to make it impossible for me not to notice that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, teasing me with the sight of a lacy dark-blue bra underneath. It wasn't until the teacup was quite full that I noticed she hadn't once looked at it, that she was still staring straight in to my eyes, and that she had noticed perfectly well what I was looking at. She did the same for Abigail, who had more of a knack for subtlety, and sat down. Lady Olivia's own teacup was already filled. I sipped at the tea, it was sweet and odd, some kind I hadn't tasted before.
"I'm really quite glad that you girls decided to call me..." she said with a sultry wink. "It is unfortunate how many of my clients these days are working-class men that aren't satisfied with their wives or husbands. I still quite enjoy it, no mistake of that, but I'll always have a fondness for younger women. Young, beautiful and unspoiled women..." she sucked her breath in almost invisibly. Olivia crossed her legs, her skirt rising up above her knees.
Abby wasn't usually interested in other girls, but I was. We had each fooled around a bit with some of our classmates, male and female, but we both preferred the idea of a woman dom over a man.
"We're glad that we found you too," Abby said with a warm smile. "You're really pretty, and you seem really nice too."
"Oh, lovely," Lady Olivia hushed her gently. "I'll be quick to remove you of the fancy that I am 'nice'. Don't worry, after a while you won't even want me to be," she said, slipping over from the sofa she was sitting on to perch between Abby and I. "Are you girls enjoying your tea?" she asked, placing a hand on each of our shoulders and stroking us gently.
"It's very good, yes," I whispered back to her. Abigail sipped some of hers and nodded along.
A grin. "I'm glad..." Olivia said leaning over to me, her fingertips stroking up and down my arm. "Now, I really have to ask, you two know what you're getting in to, don't you?" she asked, turning to face Abigail, her hand squeezing softly at the girl's waist.
"Yeah. You're a d... dominatrix," Abby stuttered out. She was calm when she came here, far calmer than I had been, but in the presence of it all her facade of confidence was starting to break away.
"Oh yes, very good," Lady Olivia whispered in Abby's ear. "And you, Irene?" she asked, her hand dropping to my thigh, her fingers refusing to move until I'd given her an answer. "What is it that you think you are going to do here?"
"I d-don't know," I told her.
Olivia shook her head gently, her eyes still locked on mine. "No, I'm afraid that wasn't what I was asking for. I think you do know why you are here."
"So we can p-play with you?" I tried.
Lady Olivia pondered this for a moment, a ghost of a smile on her ruby-red lips. "Hmm. I suppose that is close enough. When I ask you a question, you are going to give me an answer. Remember that. Now, would you
like
for me to play with you, Miss Irene?"
"Y-yes," I replied immediately. "I want you to play with me."
Another shark-like grin. "Oh good. It would have been awfully inconvenient for me if you had said 'no' after you already had some of that tea."
Uh. What.
"Tea?" Abigail sputtered out. "Did you do something to the tea? What if we had said no or changed our minds!"
Lady Olivia pursed her lips and gave Abby a pitying look. "Lovely, if you were going to change your mind, you would not have shown up at my door."
My head felt fuzzy.
"And as for saying 'no'..." she went on. "Well, let us be clear right now. If you ever say the word 'no' to me, it
will
have consequences," Olivia said, her voice suddenly turned cold and hard. "Do you girls understand?" she asked sweetly.
We nodded.
"Oh, I'm so glad." Lady Olivia ran her across my thigh, squeezing my leg. "Now, you girls should finish your tea. Don't worry, it's quite harmless, and I dare say you will even enjoy it."
Nervously, we did.
Olivia was saying something to Abigail, she had leaned over and was stroking Abby's cheek, but I couldn't hear it. I couldn't hear anything, every sound had turned to a low static. Abby's eyes drooped shut. She tried to open them again, but she couldn't. Lady Olivia turned to face me, her fingers rubbing across my belly as she pressed against my body, her tongue tickling my cheek. The world went gray, and then a moment later it went black.
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When I awakened I was standing up, something wrapped around my wrists and ankles and waist. We weren't in Olivia's living room anymore, it was somewhere darker. It was warm, though, almost stuffy. Lady Olivia's basement, I realized.
I looked around and saw a full-length mirror on the wall to my right. In the mirror I could see myself, a tall Latino girl with short black hair. My clothes were gone, the only thing covering my body was the leather straps binding my hands and legs and waist to the smooth wooden pillar behind me. My light-brown nipples stiffened against the open air.
I could see Abigail next to me, too. I'd seen her mostly naked before, but we had never done anything more than friendly kisses on the cheek. What I had not seen was the trimmed dark-brown bush of hair just above her legs, and the lovely light-pink lips between them.
"Oh, how wonderful," Lady Olivia's voice said. "I see that breaking you out of that shyness won't be such a trick after all."
She stood there in front of us. Gone were the plain clothes she'd had before, Olivia was wearing a black leather skirt and knee-high boots. She had a nipple-less leather bra... and a dainty pair of librarian glasses. Something about that last one seemed a bit out of place, but I wasn't going to just say that.
"...How long?" Abigail asked from beside me, tied to a pillar just like I was.
"How long were you out?" Lady Olivia said. "No more than ten minutes. It really was harmless, I take safety very seriously you know.
"Besides," she added, "you would be surprised how difficult it is to get a pair of young women to strip themselves naked and tie themselves up. Not that I would lack for giving them motivation, mind you... but it's just simpler this way."
At this, Abby suddenly realized that she was, in fact, quite naked. Her eyes went wide and a tiny shriek escaped her mouth, followed by another as she saw me there next to her.
