Note from the Author
As with most of my stories, this one is based on real events, but obviously with some literary license applied.
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INTRODUCTION
I'm Emily. Today, I'm in my mid-twenties, living happily with my boyfriend. But this is a story from my time at University. It is set around six years ago, when I was 19 years old.
I had left my home town for the first time to go to college. I was still in state, my parents aren't wealthy, but nevertheless nearly three hundred miles from where I had grown up and most people I knew.
It has been a nightmare finding accommodation. But luckily my Dad had a good friend who lived in the city where my college was located. He had kindly offered me a room in the house he inhabited alone, his wife having died a few years earlier. David first befriended me and then I chose to make us more than friends. But this is not a story about David, it's a story about my best friend, both then and now. It's a story about Amy.
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HORS D'OEUVRE
Amy and I attended the same college and hung out with the same loose group of friends. We weren't however close until
one evening we ran into each other in an out of town bar
. Amy was looking to meet another girl, I was going to meet David and some of his friends. Instead we
met
each other in a variety of unexpected and highly satisfying ways. I had been with other girls before, but no one like Amy. From then on, we became close friends; close friends with benefits.
Pretty much from the beginning, we discovered an occasional dom / sub dynamic. I'm not a pure submissive, enjoying switching with partners, but, when the mood took us both, Amy was always the mistress and I her at least semi-obedient servant. This was one of those occasions.
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While Amy never joined in the group sessions that David organized, she hung out with some of the participants and me. Most of the guys were in love with her. Perhaps it was her unattainability; Amy self-describes as 95% gay. More likely it was that she was a striking brunette, a couple of inches taller than me at 5'3", with alabaster skin and the sort of lithe but curvy figure that I would personally commit multiple homicides to possess. For whatever reason, I strongly suspected that more than once I had been fucked while the guy was instead thinking of Amy.
Rian was one of David's friends and the person who brought some of his twisted ideas to life; twisted idea that normally involved me. He was basically contraption guy. Rian was more under Amy's spell than the others, he had it bad. Which probably explains how she had got him to make something for her, or rather for me.
We stood surveying the invention. It was relatively simple compared to others Rian had developed. A padded gym bench, the sort you would lie on to press weights, was at its heart. In my experience, most gym benches don't have leather belts attached to them, or manacles at one end, but let's forget about that for a second. It did seem to be rather higher than most gym benches as well, perhaps a convenient height. At the opposite end to the manacles two electric pulleys swung slightly from the ceiling and displaced to either side. Pulleys that had what looked, to my experienced eye, like ankle cuffs attached to them.
Rian normally loved to explain his contraptions to me in person, but Amy had apparently said she wanted me to herself today.
"Do you like it, sis?"
Amy and I had once role-played being sisters and the salutation had persisted, though in looks we were far from similar. Dark hair and flawless skin versus nondescript blonde and freckles. A finely-drawn, almost elfin face versus moon-shaped roundness. Coffee-colored eyes versus a strange gray-blue-green combination. Close to perfect 34B breasts versus more modest 32As. An ass that could have been sculpted by Canova, one which almost screamed to be spanked, versus a less pneumatic derrière, which ironically had actually been spanked more times than I could remember. Still the sisters epithet stuck.
"I'll tell you once I've tried it, sis. I assume it's for me, rather than you."
"Well duh!"
"I think it looks great, Em."
Amy moved behind me, placed a slender arm over my shoulder and across my chest, kissing my neck.
"Let's try it, like you say."
I turned towards Amy and cupped her face in my hands tilting her head down so that our lips met. I moved my fingers to the back of her head, enmeshing them in her silky, dark brown hair, and pulled her more towards me, my tongue parting her lips and touching tips with hers. I love kissing guys, but there is a special frisson in kissing another girl, particularly one as beautiful as Amy.
Amy's hands rested on my shoulders and then, as I kissed her more deeply, moved to my waist. She grabbed the material of the strapped top I was wearing and lifted it. We parted briefly to allow her to drag it over my head, before embracing again, me now topless. Amy's hands returned to my waist, first caressing my skin, then her fingers hooking into the hem of my skirt and easing it down over my hips. It fell to the floor and I stepped out of it, also slipping off my sandals.
I was wearing a white thong and Amy pulled me to her again, her hands squeezing my exposed butt-cheeks. She pushed her tongue into my mouth now and I sucked on it. Still cupping one buttock, she moved her other hand to the front of my body and began to stroke my crotch. My body shivered at her touch. Amy found my opening and pressed the cotton into it, fingering me shallowly through the material. I closed my eyes and let her fingertips thrill me.
Amy knelt down, placing soft kisses on each of my breasts and then my stomach, each kiss making me sigh audibly. Then she pulled down my panties, sat back on her haunches and leant forward, her tongue extended from her mouth. She flicked around my clit, then uncovered it with her fingers, allowing her to start lapping at me cat-like. That felt so, so good.
"Why don't you lie down and let me do this properly?"
She led me to the bench and I lay down. The bench was not long, then neither was I and I settled with my ass on the very end and my feet just touching the floor. Knowing what was expected of me, I reached back above my head with my arms and Amy fastened the manacles around my wrists.
"All the better to go down on you, sis."
Amy remained clothed, but knelt between my thighs and parted my labia with her fingers before bowing to lick my vaginal opening repeatedly and then pushing her tongue deep into it. She steadied herself with one hand on my thigh and found my clit with the other. I wriggled in my restraints as Amy expertly stimulated me. Already, I could feel heat mounting in me, tingling turning to throbbing. Tension filling my body, desperate for release.
Amy swapped, two fingers easily slipping into my pussy, which was wet with both her saliva and my own secretions. She moved her other hand from my thigh to my mound, holding my clitoral hood back as she stroked up and down with her tongue, applying pressure, startling little fires. I wanted to squeeze my breasts, to push her head harder down onto me, but instead twisted and turned in the manacles.
My breath became deeper and quicker. I started to moan. Amy sensed where I was and quickened her pace with both tongue and fingers. My moans became whimpers then wordless exclamations as I writhed in my bonds with Amy pleasuring me more and more until I could take no more and let a deep undulating orgasm flood through me, head stretched back, eyes closed, mouth wide open and groaning.
Amy withdrew her fingers and moved down to lick my pussy. Enjoying the intoxicating taste of a girl who has just cum; I loved that taste too. I breathed heavily, but in a more measured way, recovering, still glowing and beginning to wonder what was next.
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Suddenly business-like, Amy stood. She walked to the top of the bench and kissed me deeply, her lips and tongue tasting of my juices. Then she fastened the first leather belt around my neck. Moving down, the second belt held my waist secure at the narrowest point just above my belly button.
Satisfied with her work, she moved her attention to my lower extremities. From a table on the side of the room, she brought two controls. Pressing these simultaneously, the pulley mechanisms both lowered. They did indeed terminate in padded ankle cuffs.
"Right leg first, sis."
Obediently, I raised and extended my right leg. Amy pulled the cuff sideways and fastened it to me. The pulleys hung some way to the side and, when attached to my leg, were at quite an angle. Without being asked, I raised my left leg and Amy secured that as well. She retrieved the controls and pushed a different button. They whirred and move diagonally, lifting and separating my legs. Amy stopped when the base of my ass had been slightly lifted off of the bench.
"Comfortable?"
I nodded, it really wasn't too bad, especially compared to sometimes. My pussy and asshole felt very exposed and even vulnerable. I assumed that was the intent. I was aware that juices were trickling from my pussy, not all of these were due to Amy's ministrations, some were to do with my rising anticipation.
"Good. Well I'm going to get changed and to find a few implements that you might like. Don't go anywhere."
With a smirk she left the room for an adjoining one. Lying there, arms stretched, torso bound and legs parted, there was little I could do but wait. Wait and feel the excitement build within me.
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AMUSE BOUCHE
I heard the noise of Amy's return and raised my head as best I could to see her. She was transformed. Gone were the jeans, T-shirt and sneakers. Her torso was encased in a shiny black body, sleeveless and with a high collar. It was pulled tight across her breasts, with her nipples showing clearly. It was also tight in the crotch. From where it clung to her pussy, it was cut at an extreme angle, exposing skin to above her waist on the sides.
Her legs were encased in hold-ups in a matching material, was it PVC, or latex, I wasn't sure? Over these she wore ankle boots with silver studs and lethal looking heels. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail displaying her chiseled cheek bones. But none of their was what most caught my attention.
