Jocelyn stirred under the warm, soft covers as she gradually came awake. She felt disoriented. The bed felt different, and the covers felt different. She brushed her blonde hair off her face and opened her eyes. In her muzzy state, she didn't even recognize the room. "Where am I?" was the groggy thought that drifted into her mind. She turned her head. She was in what looked to be a brass bed, with lovely corner posts.
She wasn't alone in the bed!
"Oh my god!" she thought. "That's Persephone! I'm in her bed. And I'm still naked! I slept next to her, naked." Then she remembered last evening. The toy. The way it felt when activated. Being held in Persephone's arms during the music, when she'd experienced so many multiple orgasms that she became exhausted. Then she remembered asking if she could spend the night because she didn't think she could drive home. She felt a heated blush stain her cheeks, realizing what a troubling choice she'd created for her teacher with that request. Putting her on the spot like that.
During this mental effort to recall what had happened, she didn't move or make a sound, because Persephone was still sound asleep, lying on her back, covers pulled up to her chin. Her arms were out from under the covers, placed by her sides. Perhaps she was subconsciously pinning the bed covers into a protective cocoon around herself.
Jocelyn gazed at the woman's lovely face. Relaxed in sleep, she looked even younger and more beautiful. Her russet colored hair was fanned out on the pillow, creating a frame for her face. Her hair looked very soft and inviting, and Jocelyn ached to stroke it, but she was afraid to break the spell. If Persephone awoke, she might insist that Jocelyn get dressed and leave immediately, even though it was a Saturday morning.
As she was considering that, Jocelyn got a naughty impulse. A very naughty impulse. She'd always thought it was better to ask forgiveness than to ask for permission for things that were important to her. Besides, she thought it best to arrange for Persephone to have plausible deniability, of a sort. She slipped quietly out of the bed, disturbing it minimally.
Naked, she stealthily went out into the living room. Her movements were a little stilted, because of a heightened awareness of her pussy, reminding her of how many orgasms had been wrung from its depths the night before. No wonder she'd zonked out, and slept like a rock all night. That toy was remarkable, and maybe she'd get a chance someday to use it on Persephone. But that wasn't her current plan. She found the handcuffs, and their key.
As she was starting back toward the bedroom, she saw her panties, which she'd hastily discarded the night before. Getting another impulse, she picked them up also, taking them into the bedroom.
Once there, she carefully climbed onto the bed, trying not to make it shift very much. Silently, she threaded the handcuffs around one of the bars that made up the headboard, not allowing their connecting chain to scrape on the metal. She gingerly raised Penelope's right wrist up to meet a handcuff, closing it carefully and slowly so that each ratchet sound was as quiet as she could make it. Barely breathing, she reached over Persephone's body, lifted her other arm, and closed the cuff on that wrist as well. With the key tip, she snicked the double locks into position.
Meanwhile, Persephone had actually awakened when her right wrist was moved, but decided to act as if she was still asleep. She was curious to learn what Jocelyn had in mind. When the second double lock made its clicking sound, she opened her eyes, feigning surprise. "What? What are you doing?" she whispered. Tugging slightly with her arms, she jiggled the cuffs on the metal bar of the headboard, forming her mouth into a wide 'O' shape of surprise.
As Persephone's mouth was open like that, Jocelyn giggled and stuffed her panties into the opening, forming a makeshift gag. In response, Persephone's eyes bulged slightly, and she mumbled something. She probably could've spit out the gag, but she was enjoying this interaction. Besides, the panties furnished the taste and smell of Jocelyn's pussy to her mouth and nose.
Her potential playmate restrained, Jocelyn threw the bed covers down to the foot of the bed, and saw that Persephone was wearing a smooth satin nightdress or chemise in a lovely shade of violet. The soft material clung to every curve - even to the little mounds of her nipples, poking up from the larger mounds of her breasts. Jocelyn had seen those breasts in the pictures, but now she wanted to see the real thing. She straddled the brunette's legs below her knees, pinning them together, down onto the bed surface.
Gripping the hem of the chemise, she skimmed it up as far as Persephone's armpits, baring her thighs and torso completely. In her state of excitement, the blonde may not have noticed that her 'victim' had actually subtly lifted her ass to help drag up the chemise. Heart hammering, Jocelyn gazed at the older woman's lush beauty. Actually, two sets of hearts were hammering, because Persephone was reacting with excitement at being 'helpless' and exposed like this. Her glowing green eyes were studying the face and torso of the nude blonde positioned on top of her. She wasn't worried - only aroused, because she felt no animosity in Jocelyn's behavior and expression.
Indeed, smiling like someone that has just unwrapped her Christmas present, and found exactly what she dreamed of receiving, Jocelyn licked her lips to moisten them and scooted down to Persephone's ankles. Leaning from there, she began kissing the older woman's thighs, taking her time, and pressing her lips to as much of the skin as was available with them pressed closely together. Not getting too close to the woman's sex, she teased her way sideways, covering the hips with kisses, too. As she moved up Persephone's body, Jocelyn's long blonde hair was whispering here and there on the freshly kissed skin, raising delicious goosebumps.
Jocelyn spent a maddeningly long time kissing and licking Persephone's belly. She especially liked how she made her squirm by tonguing her navel. In so doing, Jocelyn may or may not have been aware that one of her tits was threatening to nudge itself against Persephone's sex. Perhaps the woman's squirming was actually an attempt to cause such a contact. The sounds she was making through the gag formed by the panties gave no clue.
