A First Time Bi Fantasy

I felt so safe and comforted in her arms. Feeling her fingers stroking my hair and the side of my face brought not only a sense of peace, but conveyed a sense of care that I had not expected. I looked up again and saw her smiling down at me. No malice, no indignation, no disgust, no jealousy, nothing but peace.

She gently pushed me up to a sitting position. She grabbed both sides of my face and held me looking at her.

"I meant it, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. There is a lot more pleasure we want to give you, but only if you think you are up to more fun. If not, we can try to come back another time. It's up to you."

As she held my face, I couldn't help but look into her eyes. They were sparkling. They commanded attention, but not in a negative way. I did want more, isn't that why I came here today? I had the most explosive orgasm of my life already, and no one even touched my cock. I exploded and passed out from sucking on a cock and making him cum. What else was in store. My throat was still dry, I lowered my head and nodded.

"Let's get you another drink, honey, bring Lisa here a glass of water."

I felt a little shiver as I heard her call me Lisa. She remembered that? It seems like forever ago when I shared I sometimes called myself Lisa when I dressed in panties. Just one more way she was special and definitely was looking to make this amazing for me.

I caught movement out of the side of my vision and turned. I saw her husband coming out from the kitchenette holding a glass. I don't know why, maybe it was the last 30 minutes, maybe I was changing, but as he walked towards me, my eyes were locked on his crotch. I watched as his balls moved with each step. I saw the shrunken head and shaft give small bounces as he walked. I was picturing just opening my mouth when he got to me and sucking on his cock again. What was happening. I had always enjoyed imaging sex with a cock, but never was I fixated on a specific person's genitals.

I didn't act on that impulse, but I did offer a thank you as I took the water from his hands. He turned to walk a few steps to the chair. I found myself staring at the way his ass muscles moved to coordinate those steps. I replayed the memory of how they felt in my hands as I was urging him to fuck my face. I watched as he turned and sat down. I saw the head of his penis come to rest on top of his balls, leaning against his thigh. It's opening pointed right at me. In my head I imagined myself crawling on my hands and knees to stop in front of him. I imagined running my hands up his thighs until I reached his cock. I imagined holding it in my hands as I put my mouth around it and sucked life back into it.

I shook my head. I remember thinking 'what was wrong with me?' The question, 'Did this suddenly turn me gay?' If I had to define it, I would say that my mind was drunk on cock and now suddenly hyper-fixated on the one that had brought me so much pleasure, yet was not creating desire and confusion at the same time.

I nearly jumped when I felt her put her hand on my thigh. This caused her to laugh.

"Come with me, we need to get cleaned up if we are going to continue this fun."

She stood up and held out her hand for me. I took it and rose from my sitting position. As we walked towards the bathroom, I could feel the sticky and cooled mess that was inside my panties. I felt myself blush as I felt them.

She told her husband it would be at least an hour if he wanted to get dressed and run around for a while, then she closed the bathroom door behind us.

She told me to get undressed as we needed a shower. I looked at her and paused as I saw she had already removed her dress and was standing in just her bra and panties. I stared at her for a minute, taking in her beauty.

She was average height, and like her husband, she was not a beach body bimbo, but she was like a Greek Goddess. She had a belly that curved just right. Her breasts looked bountiful without being too huge. Her ass was also perfectly rounded and curved. In all, her body was like a piece of art, with each part paying compliment to others. I had lost count as to the number of times I had laid on my bed stroking my cock to her pictures, now she was here in front of me in the flesh. The teasing pictures I had seen did not prepare me for this vision. It was much better than even my overactive imagination had made it to be.

Just moments ago, I was lusting almost uncontrollably over her husband's cock, and at this very moment there were no thoughts about anything but her. The contrast registered in my head, but was quickly put away for analysis later. She looked at me and smiled.

She looked down at me, her eyes checking my crotch, which while was sticky and messy, it also had my hard cock pushing out against the panties.

"Nice to see you like more than just my husband." ***

Like a guilty schoolboy caught staring at a girl, I dropped my head and felt myself blushing. I stayed staring at her feet, afraid to look directly at her.

I saw her bra fall to the floor in front of her. I watched as she wiggled her legs and her panties slid down them into a pile at her feet. I watched as she slowly rose one, then the other, foot out of the legs of the panties. After they were off, she used her foot to push both the bra and the panties under the sink area.

"Look at me Lisa," I heard her say. Her tone had shifted a bit more forceful. It was not threatening, but it also was noticeably different.

I looked up, taking in the body before me. I could see the vee of her legs and the hint of the pussy that laid between those legs. I took in the journey up across her stomach to the bottoms of her breasts. Her nipples were pointing out proudly. I hoped that it was in response to me. I continued looking up and reached her neck, her hair casually laying in different spots along her shoulders and framing her face as it caressed her cheeks. Her piercing eyes locked onto mine as I reached them.

I cannot adequately describe it, but those eyes looked simultaneously inviting yet possessive. I felt the butterflies return to my stomach and felt my knees become less sturdy. It was the same care within the eyes that had been there as I came to in the other room, but with something more mixed in.

"My husband is not the only one who likes gurls," she began. "I love seeing them blossom out, yes...but I also love having them as my little sluts. I know you have shared only a minimal curiosity in submissiveness, but I am going to ask you to trust me."

"I told you there were other pleasures we wanted to give you, this is one of them. I promise to keep you safe. I am not looking to harm you or break you, but I really love it when a man, or a gurl like you, submits to me."

"Before you decide, there are a couple of things I want you to know and think about. I believe in safewords, since this is our first time playing together, if you agree, you need to remember that saying yellow tells me to slow down or change what we are doing and saying red will make me stop everything. I don't expect to cause you to need to use them, but they are very important. They are simple, but should be easy to remember."

I hadn't moved the whole time. My eyes had slid from looking into hers, to watching her lips move. Her voice, with this more formal sound, had become even more hypnotic to me. I loved the vibrations and the flow of her words. It felt like each word was not just being heard, but being imprinted into my brain.

I heard a voice, similar to mine, but not quite the same, mutter, "yellow slow, red stop, I understand."

I saw the edges of her mouth rise into a smile. They parted ever so slowly as she said,"Good, so now I ask you, would you gift me your submission for the rest of our time together? I will keep you safe and share amazing pleasure with you if you gift me this."

"I am scared, what about when your husband comes back? Do we stop then, what if I mess up, what if I am no good at being submissive..."

Shhh, she softly hissed as she placed a finger on my mouth. "When he comes back, he will simply join us, he knows what we are talking about right now. If you are no good, I will teach you, maybe give your cute little but a few smacks with my hand, but it won't be chaining you to the wall and beating you until you bleed. I love and value the gift of submission and never push too far out of the givers comfort area. And if you hate it, we stop, but I really want to encourage you to let me show you how much pleasure you can receive from this."

I had a million thoughts racing through my mind, yet not a single one was coming into focus. Despite the conversation, my cock was still hard and half my brain was focused on it, the other half imagining the body in front of me. I felt my throat vibrate before I registered what my mouth was doing.

"I would like to see the pleasure in submission. I value the gifts you have shared with me already and would love to give you my first submission to another."

"Then get naked and kneel down in front of me."

I stripped off my clothes and lowered myself to my knees in front of her. I had read enough stories that I just assumed I was to keep my posture proper and lady-like, while also at the same time, keep my eyes facing downward in front of me.

"Very good Lisa, now I want you to stay there and not move from that spot," She ordered.

I held as still as possible. I saw her step around me and heard the patter of her feel against the tile floor behind me, until it was gone. Clearly she left the room. As I knelt there, it felt like forever. I could feel the grout line of the tile floor imprinting on my knees. The longer I knelt there, the more uncomfortable it became. Time moved on, it felt like forever, but a brief moment at the same time. I have no idea how long it was, but I heard her come back into the bathroom.

Her hand reached down and cupped my chin, slowly applying pressure to raise my head. I allowed her to move my head to the position she wanted. I saw her holding a leather collar. I had seen more than enough pictures and movies to recognize the symmetrical shape of the leather and the metal hook placed perfectly centered on the strip of leather. It was weird, I had no other emotional reaction to it, in stories it was always a deep emotional moment, but here, it was just more like a prop on a stage.

"This is a collar I want you to wear today. When you wear this collar, you are going to be my own personal slut. When we remove it, you have no long term commitment to me, I am not going to expect you to be a slave to me forever, this is just to help with today's play."

I simply nodded, which was followed by feeling the leather press against my neck. My face was pulled very close to her breasts as she reached behind me to clasp the collar around my neck.

She leaned back and looked at the collar and me. She must have been pleased as her face held a giant smile. She stepped over to the toilet and sat down. Her feet in front of her, her legs together, closing off any view of her pussy.

"Now, I want you to show me you want to be my slut. I want you to lower yourself and kiss my feet."

I knew people who loved feet, some who couldn't even get aroused without thinking of feet in a sexual manner. I am not one of those people. This was not some long lusted for action, but rather an act that seemed to be more towards humiliation than fun. Regardless, I knelt over, lowering my face to just above her feet. I puckered my lips and placed a gentle kiss on top of both feet.

"Very good, my feet are sore from earlier today, I think they need a good massage."

There was no direct instruction to massage your feet, but the implied statement was clear as day. I had given massages to many women over the years, feet were always a part of it. So this was not all that different, well as long as you ignored the collar around my neck, the fact I was naked with sticky drying cum all over my crotch, the fact that she was sitting on a toilet and not laid out on a table or bed...yeah, not too different.

As I lifted her right foot to start I felt her lock her leg preventing any further movement of her foot.

"I hope you know I love having my feet worshipped, even though you don't love that activity yourself, that makes it better to show you want to serve me. If you do a good job with my feet, I will find a special way to reward you."

As she finished talking, I felt the tension in the leg release and I could move her foot. I don't know what she was going to do to reward me, but knowing she was naked in front of me, that her husband would be back at some point, I figured I needed to do a good job and hope to have a repeat orgasm like earlier.

I massaged her feet for what was likely about 10 minutes each. I was rewarded with sighs and small moans as I worked the muscles of her feets. I also made sure to massage around the ankles and lower calf on each leg as well. As I was finishing up her left foot, I felt her right foot start pressing against my crotch. She was pinning the head of my cock against my lower stomach with her toes. Then I heard it, the beginning sounds of drips of water. I looked up at her and she parted her legs giving me the most intimate view of her pussy ever.

I was frozen in place. I watched as she started to pee. I gazed in lust at the steady stream that was flowing out of her into the toilet. God I wanted to lean forward and see how it felt to let that stream hit my tongue, I didn't, but the urge was very strong. I watched as the stream slowed down, then became a trickle, then stopped altogether.

"That was a wonderful massage slut,"

I felt my cock throbbing underneath her toes as she pressed down. Not hard enough to hurt, but forceful enough that it soon became uncomfortable. I winced and retreated from the pressure. As I pulled back, I felt her very quickly remove her foot from my crotch and saw her quickly stand.

"I give you the present of watching me pee, granting one of your fantasies, and you pull away from my touch??"

I started to stammer a response that was more gibberish than any actual words.

"Quiet," she barked. The tone in her voice was different than any I heard before. I screwed up, just as I feared I would. I don't know which part was the mistake, but she sounded very unhappy with me. I started to shiver a little. She reached down and grabbed the hook in the collar and pulled me around like I was a dog that broke off its leash.

I moved on all fours trying to keep from slipping or falling. I didn't want to get hurt. Fear was increasing as she roughly jerked me along after her. She led me to the bed and when we reached the foot of the bed she stopped. She reached out and before I knew what was happening, she slapped my face. I felt the sting as her hand hit my cheek. I felt tears well up in my eyes.

I dont know if I can find the right words, but yes, there was some pain from the slap, but not enough that I felt would have brought me to tears. I have been punched much harder than that. I also knew that I had hurt her by moving back away from the pressure of her foot. I dont know why my moving from an uncomfortable position would be so hurtful, but I knew it was.

This woman had let me have her husband's cock for my first experience. She just asked me to try being her submissive for a day, and I lasted maybe 20 minutes before hurting her. I felt failure and the tears were both a small bit of pain, and a large bit of hurting her. It wasn't a bawling moment, but I could feel my eyes welling up.

"Dont move!" she loudly instructed me.

I watched as she pulled the comforter off the bed. I looked at the surface of the bed and could see four cuffs, one in each corner with a length of chain attached to it. There was a strap of leather running across the bed at about the bottom of the pillows. Another one at about where a person's waist might be when lying down, another about 8-12 inches below that, and lastly one that was about where someone's knees would be when lying stretched out.

I don't know what all that was for, but I was scared. Her voice was rough and commanding, I was confused. I felt my body start to fill myself with the fight or flight response. Then I started wondering if this was just like the stories...she wasn't really mad, she was just playing a role, she wasn't really trying to hurt me, she didn't mean to slap as hard as she did. I'm new and blowing this all out of proportion.

I remembered the safewords. I wanted it to stop, but I also felt maybe I was over-reacting and if I was, a dead stop would likely ruin it for her. A clarity came over my mind at that moment. I couldn't continue right at that moment. I was ready to run away, and I had to stop it.

I called out the word red, very clearly, not with force, but also not with such timidness it would be mistaken. She stopped in her tracks and dropped the comforter. She came and sat at the end of the bed. She brushed the hair out of my face and asked if I was ok and what was wrong.

That sudden change caused the flood gates to overfill. My eyes streamed tears as I started to cry. I apologized to her, let her know I was scared and afraid she was going to hurt me badly and that I was sorry I paused her fun after she had given me so much.

She started shushing me. She pulled my head into her chest and slowly rocked me. She stroked my hair and apologized to me for not setting a better understanding of the activities that might have played out. Not letting me know in advance how far something might go.

We stayed like that for a little while longer. I felt the tears dry up. I sat up and wiped my eyes. I apologized again for messing it up.

She looked my right in the eyes, "You didn't mess it up. You did exactly what I told you to do. You stopped it when you needed to. Never apologize for that."

"Now what?" I asked.

"That is up to you. I think we need to move away from full submissive slut with punishments and all, but maybe we could continue playing together until my husband returns. Maybe my cum slut gurlfriend who sucked off my husband would like to play with me for a while?"

That and her smile combined to make me smile and gently laugh. "I would love to play with you while your husband is gone. I want to make you cum too."

She hugged me, then held my face and gave me a soft kiss and mouthed "thank you" to me. I asked her about the cuffs and the straps and she bounced up and said let me explain it all to you. I think it is wonderful.

"The cuffs I am sure you can guess what they are for. One for each wrist and ankle. The chains allow for them to be adjusted so the person in them can be tied down flat on the bed, or given enough play in the chain to be on their knees, or even to twist over to the back, though that causes the arms and legs to cross."

"The top strap is to attach to a collar, if wanted. The strap can be cinched down so the head can't move, or like the cuffs, allow the head to be moved however much was wanted."

The next two are the most fun. They serve two potential purposes. First they can be used to hold someone down with the top strap across the waist and the bottom across the bottom of the butt/top of the thighs. But, this is my favorite part of it,"

She got a really wicked and lustful smile on her face as she pulled out the little straps attached to a hook on the main strap. "These can be used to tie a cock to the straps. Tie the top strap around the bottom of the head of the cock and tie the bottom around the scrotum. It causes a tiny bit of pain as you wiggle against them, but not any real serious pain."

"This was what I was going to attach you to as I gave your cute little butt a spanking. I wanted to see how you wiggled around from the spanking with your cock and balls tied up." she giggled as she said.