The Stranger Pt 01

As she trekked up the hill Kathy looked happily around her. It was great to be home. That was the nicest thing about Lincolns Old Town; it never changed. No matter how long you were away for, the old cobbled streets and centuries old buildings were just as you left them. Familiarity was what she needed right now. Time to get her life in order before moving on again.

She walked around her old stomping ground, music from her iPod blaring in her ears, as content as could be. She had arranged to meet some friends in her old local, The Adam and Eve. As she walked past the Cathedral, she couldn't help but smile. Her mind raced with the happy memories; climbing the statue of Lord Tennyson; searching for the imp from the legends she grew up with... it was good to be home.

By the time she arrived at the pub Kathy was ready for a drink. She bought a pint and sat at the table her friends had already commandeered. Several pints in and Kathy was holding fort, regaling her friends with the latest tales from the soap opera that was her life, when her attention was drawn elsewhere. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a stunning woman had just walked in.

She was dressed in a perfectly tailored black business suit and heels. The way the woman carried herself, the beautiful blonde hair that flowed just past her shoulders, the elegant feminine movements she made, the delicately toned arms that were revealed as she slipped off her jacket all made heads turn.

Kathy couldn't help but stare at the elegant woman. She secretly hoped to meet her gaze but when she tried the stranger was in full conversational flow with those around her. There was something about this woman that captivated Kathy, and as she looked around the crowded pub she noticed it was captivating most of the guys in there too.

Kathy was brought back to the conversation as her friends reminded her that it was her round. She went up to the bar and ordered the drinks, looking sideways for the captivating stranger in the vain hope their eyes would meet. As she turned from the crowded bar, holding the round of drinks, Kathy bumped into someone spilling their drink all down them. She looked up and horror struck her as she realised it was the beautiful woman. Kathy blurted out an apology and offered to buy the lady a replacement drink. The lady leaned in so close to Kathy that she could feel her breath in her ear as she whispered, "No thank you, but you can follow me home later and clean my blouse for me".

With that the stranger walked back to her table. Kathy stood in disbelief, had she heard right? Had she just been invited back to a beautiful strangers home? She regained her composure and headed back to her friends. Kathy was now completely unable to take her eyes off the beautiful stranger across the room. The frustration mounted in her as her gaze went unreturned. Who did this woman think she was? Saying a line like that and then ignoring her? Deep down though Kathy knew she loved it, she knew she would be following her home.

What seemed like hours later the stranger stood, pulled her perfectly fitting jacket on and began to say her goodbyes. Kathy took her cue from this; she made her excuses to her friends and followed the lady from the bar.

As she walked through Minster Arch Kathy could see the stranger in the distance headed past the Cathedral east wall. She increased her pace hoping to catch up. The stranger had not looked round once. Did she know Kathy was following? Did she care? As she got to the Cathedral Kathy looked around her, she couldn't see the woman anywhere. Her heart sank as she realised she'd lost her, dammit!!

She leant against the east wall looking toward Castle Square wondering what to do now. It was late at night, her friends had left just after her to go on to a party. Man she felt stupid, following some stranger about in the dead of night, what had she been thinking? Suddenly a voice behind her whispered in her ear, "So do you always do as you're told then?"

Kathy was startled, she jumped and spun around just as the beautiful stranger took hold of her waist and pinned her against the cold stone with the length of her body. She thrust her knee between Kathys legs and took hold of her wrists. The stranger leant into Kathys ear and said, "I asked you a question".

Stunned and breathless the words yes Ma'am fell from Kathys lips before she could put any thought into them.

The woman smiled as she ran a long finger down the side of Kathys face. "Good", she murmured.

The two women stood there, eyes locked to one another as the elegant stranger reached down and unbuttoned Kathys jeans. She slipped her hand in and rubbed Kathys throbbing pussy through her lace panties. Covering the underwear in the thick juice that pumped through the pussy beneath them. Kathy gently moaned under the touch unsure of what the hell was happening but knowing her pussy was enjoying it.

The stranger gripped Kathys panties and tore them at the seam. She balled them up in one hand as she stroked Kathys lips with the other. She looked straight into the captivated girls eyes as she simply said, "Open".

Without any conscious thought Kathy felt her jaw drop as she opened her mouth wide. The stranger gently fed the panties into Kathys open, willing mouth, pushing them all the way in. She then turned and walked away. Kathy stood there, her jeans around her knees, her mouth full of the pussy tasting panties. She knew she had to follow this woman. She quickly buttoned up her jeans and trailed after her.

As the stranger crossed Minster Yard she walked up the steps in front of one of the huge houses looking out onto the Cathedral. Kathy thought to herself who is this woman? She knew you had to hold some serious power with the Dean and Chapter to live in one of these properties. That fact just heightened Kathys excitement. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her mind was foggy with beer as she watched the woman enter the house, leaving the door wide open behind her.

Suddenly the excitement in Kathy gave way to fear. She knew nothing about this woman, not even her name. What the hell had she been thinking? Nobody knew where she was, what if this lady was some kind of lunatic? Ten minutes or more passed as Kathy stood staring at the open door, her feet frozen to the spot, unable to take those latest twenty paces into the unknown.

As Kathy struggled with the sensible voice inside her head a silhouette appeared at the door. The stranger had changed. In the dim light that came from the back of the house Kathy could see the reflections bounce off thigh high leather boots. As the woman stepped onto the porch Kathy allowed her eyes to travel up the boots to see a tightly fitting black corset. The top of which revealed the curve of beautifully rounded smooth breasts.

The stranger beckoned with an elegant hand, covered in an elbow length black glove, for Kathy to go to her. Before she could think about it Kathy found herself walking towards the doorway, she caught sight of the riding crop in the strangers other hand and suddenly didn't really care anymore that she knew nothing of this woman. She knew she wanted to please her and that was enough to make her legs take those last twenty paces.

Once inside the house Kathy still couldn't take her eyes of this beautiful creature that stood before her. She was pleased to have the panties in her mouth, as her brain could not provide any words that would have done justice to the situation. The stranger shut the door and, without looking at Kathy, simply said, "Undress". She then walked through into the house leaving Kathy standing in the hallway.

Kathy knew she didn't need to be told twice. She undressed immediately, leaving her clothes in a neatly folded pile by the door. Her mind raced as she stood in the hallway, naked, her mouth full of her own panties. What should she do know? Stay there? Go and find the woman? Get dressed and bolt out of the door?

As she wrestled with her options Kathy heard the firm voice from behind the door at the end of the hall say, "Come here, slut".

Kathy crept down the hallway and tentatively opened the door to the womans kitchen. The stranger stood leaning back against the worktop, tapping her crop against her thigh. She looked Kathy up and down, her face was expressionless. Kathy suddenly became very self-conscious. The doubts raced through her again, what was she doing?

The stranger motioned to the kitchen sink. Kathy looked round and saw the drink stained blouse and a tub of hand washing powder. She looked back to the woman unsure of what to do. The elegant stranger said, "Well, you came back to wash my blouse didn't you? So there you go."

Kathy stepped up to the sink and began to run the tap. She could feel the strangers eyes in her back. All manner of thoughts went through her foggy head. Was she pleasing this woman? Would she be shown the door once the blouse was clean? What the hell was she doing?

As Kathy plunged the blouse into the warm soapy water she felt the soft leather tip of the riding crop on the nape of her neck. Her back shuddered as she felt the crop run slowly down her spine. Into the curve of her lower back, gently sliding down her bum before resting against the back of her thigh. The stranger gently tapped the crop against Kathys thigh, saying, "Open".

Kathy dutifully parted her legs. As soon as she did this she felt the crop stroke up and down the inside of her thighs. She couldn't help but writhe against it as the crop slid up her thigh and rested against her pussy. She was aching to be touched. Her pussy dripping wet, writhing against the crop being held there more forcibly now. Kathy was gripping onto the side of the sink, her eyes closed, rubbing herself against the crop.

Suddenly the crop moved, she felt a sharp sting as the full force of it landed across her ass. The harsh voice behind her said, "Did I tell you to stop scrubbing?"

Kathys eyes opened with a start, she began frantically scrubbing at the stain on the blouse. She could feel the burning welt that had been left on her ass. The stranger whispered, "Good girl" in her ear as gloved hands reached around her, gently caressing her small pert breasts.

Taking the nipples between her thumb and finger the stranger pinched hard. Kathy moaned under the harsh touch, her hips writhed uncontrollably. The stranger whispered into Kathys ear, "Mmmmm... aren't you a horny little slut?" She reached up to Kathys mouth and gently pulled the panties out. "Well, I asked you a question?"

Kathy murmured under heavy breaths, "Yes Ma'am, I'm a horny slut".

The stranger replied, "Good girl, now rinse that blouse out."

Kathy ran cold water onto the blouse, rinsing the soap away. As she did this she could feel the gloved hands caressing every part of her trembling naked body. She was so horny, so confused by what was happening, a little scared... but she felt she was pleasing the stranger.

As Kathy rinsed the last of the soap from the blouse the voice behind her said, "It's going to be a dry night, you can hang it out on the washing line to dry. Follow me."

Kathy turned and looked at the back of the woman in disbelief, surely she wouldn't make her go outside naked? She picked up the blouse and followed her through to the dining room. In the centre of the room was a large oval mahogany table with eight high backed chairs. To one side was an elegant red chaise with a flogger draped over it. A long thin leather flogger that Kathy thought looked as though it could do some serious damage.

The stranger drew back the floor length red curtains to reveal large French doors out onto her garden. She opened the doors and flicked a switch by them to illuminate the large garden. Kathy stared out, noticing that all the neighbours could see into the garden, especially with the light on. At the end of what Kathy figured to be about 100ft of lawn was a washing line. She looked up at the stranger with pleading eyes. Kathy knew the families in the neighbouring properties; she couldn't go out there naked. Okay it was the middle of the night, but someone might still be up, someone might see her, then what would she do?

The stranger looked down on Kathy and asked, "What are you waiting for, the pegs are on the line, off you go".

Kathy remained motionless her eyes fixed on the garden. "The longer you keep me waiting the worse this gets for you slut", came the firm voice from above her.

She looked pleadingly into the strangers eyes, "Please Ma'am, please don't make me..."

Her pleas were cut short by the sting of the crop as it laded heavily against her thigh, in a harsh voice the stranger said, "I don't remember telling you to beg slut. Now do as you are told!"

Kathy realised she had two options. Do as she was told or get dressed and leave. There was something deep inside her that desperately wanted to avoid the latter option. So she bolted out of the door to the end of the garden, she quickly hung the blouse on the line. Frantically looking around her to see if anyone was watching.

As she ran back to the house she saw the stranger was laughing at her. She was conscious of her breasts bouncing as she ran but didn't care, she just wanted to get back inside. As degraded as she felt, she was hornier than she'd ever been. The stranger was right; she was a horny little slut.

Once she was back in the dining room the stranger turned to Kathy and said, "If I have to tell you to do something twice again, you'll be put out there with your wrists bound and "slut" written across your breasts in bright lipstick. Do I make myself clear?"

Kathy looked down at the floor as she sighed and whispered, "Yes Ma'am".

The stranger strolled across to the chaise and elegantly sat down, "Now crawl to me slut, I want you over my knee".

Kathy knew not keep the stranger waiting; she didn't dare risk finding out if that had been an empty threat. She quickly dropped to her knees and crawled up over the beautiful womans lap. Once she was in position the stranger said, "Put your hands behind your back".

As she did so Kathy felt a length of rope being used to tightly bind her wrists together. She laid there, her ass in the air, arms tightly tied behind her, completely helpless and she knew she was going to be spanked. But instead of feeling the harsh slap of the gloved hand she felt gentle caresses, her ass wiggled under the touch, but she was surprised to feel disappointment, she wanted the spanking, she needed it.

The stranger must have known this as she said, "Beg me for it slut. Beg your Ma'am to spank that cute ass of yours."

Her voice full of desire, Kathy pleaded, "Please Ma'am, please spank your horny slut, I need it so badly."

More than willing to oblige the stranger let fly with a rein of stinging blows to the hopeless girls ass. With each slap the soft skin grew pinker and pinker. Kathy squirmed under the blows reaching her ass up to receive each one. After several minutes Kathys ass was turning a deep red. She could feel the stranger writhing under her; she knew this was pleasing her host.

She felt a gloved hand reach under her, rubbing roughly against her clitoris. She felt she was going to explode, she thrust herself hard against the strangers hand. She didn't know why but as she was close to orgasm she felt she should ask the strangers permission. "Please Ma'am, please may I cum?"

The stranger slapped Kathys ass and pushed hard against her clit, "Good girl, yes, yes you may cum".

Kathy gyrated wildly against the hand between her legs as an incredible orgasm took hold of her. She moaned and whimpered under the strangers strong touch, "Thank you Ma'am, thank you."

Without allowing Kathy the chance to rest the stranger said, "You can show me how grateful you are slut. Pull out one of those chairs and kneel in front of it"

Kathy quickly obeyed, her body trembling, her mind a blur. The stranger sat in the chair in front of her. Kathy didn't know what took over her at that point but she dropped her face to the boots before her and started passionately kissing them, running her tongue up the length, whispering thank you repeatedly under her breath. She felt no control over anything she did, strong urges from somewhere deep within were making her behave in this manner.

The stranger was looking down on her new slut, a wide grin across her face. "Lay on your back slut", she commanded.

As Kathy laid back she felt the strangers boot against her pussy, then something inside her. Her mind raced as she realised the woman was fucking her wet pussy with the 6-inch heel of her boot. Kathy didn't care what it was, it felt so good. The heel inside her, the sole of the boot pushing against Kathys very sensitive clitoris. She was sure she was about to cum again when she felt the boot withdraw.

The stranger looked down at the breathless little slut before her, beads of sweat appearing on her pert little breasts, "On your knees!"

Kathy knelt as the strangers boot was put before her face, "Now clean it."

Kathy licked the sole of the boot, tasting her own juices. She worked her way down, taking the whole of the heel into her mouth, sucking every bit of her taste off it. The stranger reached forward, forcibly taking a handful of Kathys hair, pulling her face into the boot... "That's it my good little slut, lick it all clean".

When she decided she'd seen enough the stranger stood up. She reached down and took hold of Kathy by the hair on the back of her head. She pulled her up and bent her over the solid wood table. Kathy felt the cold polished wood against her aching breasts as she wondered what was going to happen to her now. She watched from the corner of her eye as the stranger went and took something from a large chest on the floor. Kathys eyes widened as she watched the woman put on a large double-ended strap-on.

She felt the strangers hands caressing her ass, she couldn't keep still, her hips writhing, her pussy aching to be filled. The voice from behind her said, as if to herself, "Hmmm... Now which hole do I fuck first?"

Kathy winced as she felt a gloved finger push deep into her tight asshole. She had never taken a cock in her ass but at this moment she wanted to do just that, more than ever before. She moaned with ecstasy as the stranger finger fucked her tight ass, and she couldn't keep the words in, "Please Ma'am, please fuck me, fuck me hard in the ass, please".

The stranger chuckled, "Hmmm... No, I don't think you've earned that my little slut... not yet anyway."

With that Kathy felt the length of the strap on thrust into her gaping pussy. She felt the strangers vice like grip on her hips, pistoning the large strap-on in and out of her dripping wet cunt. Feeling the beautiful womans hips slam against her as she thrust with all of her might deep into her. Kathy screamed with the pummelling her poor used pussy was taking. She couldn't move under the grip of the stranger, all she could do was stand there and take it. That suited Kathy, that was all she wanted to do!

The thrusts grew faster and more ferocious until finally both women screamed as shuddering orgasms took hold of their hot sweaty bodies. Kathy leant over the table, panting uncontrollably as she felt the cock slide out of her gaping pussy.

The stranger grabbed hold of Kathys hair and pushed her down to her knees. She thrust the cock into her sluts mouth, "Good girl, clean it all up."

Kathy sucked hard and deep on the cock being thrust into her open mouth, feeling the hard grip of the strangers hand on the back of her head. Her mind was a blur; she couldn't think all she could do was obey.

The stranger stroked Kathys face as she walked behind her. She gently untied the ropes binding her sluts wrists and helped Kathy to her feet.

The stranger took Kathys face tenderly in her hands and whispered in her ear, "I'm done with you now slut. You can leave. But write your number on the pad by the door, I think I'll want to use you again."