Let me first say that I had never, ever had a desire to do 'the pain thing' when it comes to sexual encounters. Let me also say that I, we, have played around with 'light bondage', but nothing more than that. What follows is factual, as all my stories have been, but I can't explain my reaction to the following encounter...
If you've read my other tales, you might remember that I had a fling with the woman slated to be my replacement at my old job. Her name is Peg, and she's a lesbian, pure and simple, no bisexuality about it, like I am. Though, I can say that it wouldn't be a stretch for me to become a full-time soldier in the Sapphic Wars.
But, I digress...
As I traveled back and forth between my new home and my old job, I had some sexual fun, at times, and,at times, with Peg, after that first time. She wasn't pushy about it and we didn't always 'hook up' on my trips, but once in a while...
Finishing up after a mid-week meeting with junior-level managers, Peg and I were clearing our respective desks of tasks that were done. Calling out to me from her office next to mine, she asked if I had any plans for dinner or drinks that night.
"Nope, but I'm always ready to listen to suggestions," I replied, tired of eating alone and all that.
"Hang on a minute, let me make a call," she called back to me.
Walking into my office after she had hung up her phone, she had a wicked little smile on her face.
"Good news," she stated as she leaned against my opened office door, "remember that I told you that I'd like you to meet my little coed playmate?"
"Yep," I replied, my eyes now searching her face for clues.
"That was her I was on the phone with and she's free this evening, if you're interested in some fun and games," her smile spreading even more so, now.
"Why, she is?" I questioned back.
"She's whatever I tell her she is," was Peg's response, her smile, more devilish, now.
Looking around the office to make sure that we were, indeed, alone, I looked back at Peg, lowered my voice a bit and said, "So, you're telling me that you have your own, private, fuck-slave, one that'll fuck whoever you tell her to?" laughing after I said it.
"Pretty much," Peg replied, adding, "Honey, if I told her to fuck a dog, she would."
"Well, let's not disappoint her," I answered as I got up from my desk.
I'll be honest...
From the moment that our conversation took a sexual tone, I felt a growing warmth in my crotch, one I couldn't ignore. It wasn't like I was sex-starved or anything like that. My weekends at home with Hubby was very sex-filled, sometimes with others, most times, with ourselves.
But on my trips, alone, I have to say that my 'evil twin' would show up more and more...my other self seems to really 'get off' on these forays I had without Hubby.
Yeah, I know what it sounds like, but, believe me when I tell you that Hubby would be the first to understand that salacious fact.
Love you, baby...
So, Peg and I left the office, me following her in my rental, stopping for a quick, light, snack and then, on to her house in a very old, quiet, neighborhood, one filled with speading trees and leaves fluttering in the Fall.
That's right, look a bit harder at your neighbor, you just never know...
There was a car parked on the street, in front of Peg's home, so I followed Peg's car into the driveway, parking it behind hers.
"She didn't waste any time," Peg said as she walked up to me.
"You leave your house unlocked?" I asked, a bit concerned, if she did.
"No, of course not...she has her own key," Peg replied with that cute, wicked smile.
"Her name is Bethany, but you may call her 'Slut'", I was informed when Peg introduced us.
"How 'bout I just use Beth?" I replied.
"How 'bout that, Slut, can my friend 'just use' you?" Peg asked as her hand reached out to stroke Beth's long auburn tresses, slow, loving strokes which belied Peg's harsh tones when she spoke to Beth.
Peg has some serious 'feelings' about this girl, I thought to myself, in that instant.
