And so We Begin

This is a work of complete fantasy. No one in this narrative bares any resemblance to a real person. I thank my friend Jayne for her editing, and her ability to tell me the truth about not going too far off the deep end. This chapter will be under lesbian sex, but any further ones may be under a different category, depending on how the story unfolds. This is my first attempt at writing, I hope you enjoy it, but I take criticism well. There is no one under 18 involved in any sexual activity in this narrative

As I walked in the door I knew I was in trouble. Not only was it after 3 in the morning, but the door to Prisha and Jason's bedroom was open, lights off. I had no idea where they were, and why they would not be in bed.

I should fill in a little more of the story. My name is Mia I am celebrating my 18

th

birthday. Prisha was my babysitter when I was small and she and I continued to be friends even as I got older. I was even a junior bridesmaid then she and Jason got married about 4 years ago. I have been living with them for almost a year now, having escaped my father's abuse.

I was visiting Prisha one day and she could tell something was wrong. She pushed me to tell her what was wrong, and I finally gave in. I told her the whole story, and that I knew my life was screwed up, I did not see any options for me. She immediately called my mom and told her that I would be staying overnight. This was not uncommon, so mom gave her permission.

The next morning I woke up late, panicked because I was late for school. Prisha brought me breakfast and told me not to worry, she had called the school and told them I would not be there, and had also called in sick to work. As I ate she talked and told me that she wanted me to come live with them. I said there was no way that my father would OK that. Her plan was to get my stuff and then tell him that if he came after me she would report him to the police, and tell his boss. She said the best way to deal with a bully is to call them on it.

I got dressed and we went to my house. I gathered up all my belonging, and loaded them into her car. Then Prisha wrote a note to my parents and put it on the dresser. We locked the door and I left the only home I had ever known. It was horrible, but unlike the past I did not know what was ahead.

A month later things had settled in. I had my own room and bathroom and living with Prisha and Jason was amazing. They were both up early an hour of exercise and breakfast together for all 3 of us. They left for work and I left for school. I didn't ever hear from my father and I got a few texts from mom all saying she was fine. I did notice that one door in the house was locked, but it was a small door that looked like it hadn't been used in years so it really didn't matter. Still I was curious, after all I was 17.

Prisha talked to me practically every night about my feelings what I wanted in life. For some reason I felt like I could talk with her, and told her everything she asked. She tried to convince me that none of the abuse was my fault, and that I needed to regain power over my life. She told me a lot about her life leading up to her current position as a CIO of a Fortune 500 firm. She had an amazing calm power about her. I envied her. With her help I cleaned up my act and found a side of me I had never known, or at least had forgotten. I loved living with them; they were the perfect mix of parental control and allowing me to be who I was.

About a month before my 18

th

birthday Jason went out of town for 3 weeks. The 3

rd

night he was gone I knocked on Prisha's bedroom door about an hour after she had gone to bed. I was feeling lonely and just needed to know there was another person around. She let me in and we sat and talked. The next thing I knew I was waking up next to her as the alarm went off at 5.

We got up and went through our normal daily routine only to find ourselves back in her room that night. It was like having a big sister who knew everything. We talked for hours and then snuggled up together and fell asleep. By the time Jason came back I was beginning to love the feel of her soft skin against mine. And I started to get turned on by the thought of sex with another woman.

On my birthday I decided to find out if these feelings were more than just abstract. I told Prisha and Jason I was going out with friends for my birthday and would likely spend the night at one of their houses. I figured I would be home late, and could just say I changed my mind.

I decided to go to a lesbian bar across town where I would not know anyone. I felt better about myself than I had in years. The power of Prisha seemed to be rubbing off on me. I went to the bar and ordered my first legal drink. I looked at the bartender and she seemed to be undressing me with her eyes. I felt so powerful, knowing she wanted me.

I stepped away from the bar and looked around the room. There were women shapes and sizes, ethnicities and looks. I felt my body start to respond. My panties would have been soaked, except I had decided to leave them in the Uber.

As I stood there an intimidating woman almost my mother's age came up to me and ran her hand up my leg under my micro mini skirt and across my naked ass. I turned to her and as she started to speak, I slapped her across the face hard enough that she staggered back. I turned and walked away without looking back. From the other side of the bar I again looked over the room. Then I saw her. Not someone that most people would call beautiful, but exactly what I was looking for.

She was small, only about 5 feet tall with smaller tits and the most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen. Her dark skin was so smooth that it looked like it was made of porcelain. I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She relaxed at my touch and leaned in to accept my kiss. I asked her if she wanted to leave with me and her only words to me were that she could not wait that long. We went into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. She knelt before me and lifted my skirt and licked my soaked cunt. My body which had been totally relaxed immediately responded.

My juices flowed as she pushed her tongue farther into me. She shifted under me and I felt her fingers move lightly across my ass. She put 2 fingers inside my cunt and when they were covered in my juices she slid them deep in my ass. I moaned as my orgasm built then suddenly it came, washing over me as I screamed in pleasure.

When I recovered she was looking in my eyes. I knew that look, it was pure lust the same that I felt. She kissed me lightly on the lips and backed out of the stall. I sat down on the closed toilet, unable to stand. I liked my lips and tasted my juices she had left from our kiss. As I sat there a woman opened the stall door and closed it behind her.

She raised her skirt as she came closer and I saw her shaved pussy lips pouty and glistening with her arousal. My tongue lightly grazed her swollen lips. The taste had my head swimming. My pussy was leaking down my legs but all I was focused on was getting her off. I had to taste her cum. I knew what I liked and just let that be my guide. She was building slowly so I added fingers to the onslaught and as my first girl had done to me I slipped a finger in her ass and nibbled lightly on her clit. "Harder," she begged, and as I bit down she exploded. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and drank all her juices.

She stepped back and turned to walk out. I grabbed her hand and spun her around. She looked at me and smiling said, "Only one, that's all you get." I looked at her for a moment, and then let her go.

When she left I stood up and walked out into the bathroom. I looked at my face and it was someone I didn't know. I had been used by this woman, just like I was used the woman before her. My face was a picture of lust and all I wanted was more. Her cum was on my face and I loved it, and my pussy juice was starting to dry on my legs.

My hand automatically went under my skirt and I started to rub my pussy, just a light rub, teasing myself. I found out a lot about myself, I liked to be in control and also to lose control. I did not know what that meant, but I wanted more. I took off my blouse and removed my bra, putting my blouse back on, tucking it in but not buttoning it. Running my fingers through my hair, I walked out into my new life.

By the time I left the bar I had licked or been licked by more than 10 woman. After a while I did not care who they were or what they wanted me to do. My body was on fire. I called for an Uber requesting a female driver. I sat in the back seat, but made sure that she could see me playing with my over stimulated cunt. I saw her smile as I came again leaking juices onto the seat. I turned and licked the seat, savoring the taste of my cum.

As we pulled up to the house, she got out of the car and held the door open for me. I grabbed her and pulled her in for a hard kiss, my tongue dancing in her mouth. I know she could taste my juices. Then I turned and walked away, leaving her breathless.

As I walked in the house I knew I should immediately clean up and go to bed, hopefully they would not find out what happened. They were so good to me and I did not want to let either of them down. But I liked being with women and I knew that a normal "grow up, get married, have kids etc life" was not for me.

When I past their bedroom the door was open I knew there was something going on. And then I noticed it, there was a sliver of light under the locked door. I knew it was wrong, but I tried the door. It didn't open, but a buzzer went off. I froze in place unsure of what to do. Almost immediately I heard someone coming up steps.

The door burst open and I saw Prisha come through the door. But it was not the Prisha I knew. The first thing I noticed was that she was taller than I was. Her normal 5 foot 2 inch frame was perched on heels and platforms that added more than 8 inches to her petite frame. The shoes ended in leather straps that wound all the way up her legs.

I made myself look at her face, her hair, normally very professional, was covered in a red wig, spiked straight out. The leather collar she wore had spikes, and there were 4 small chains attached to her leather body suit. The chains ended in alligator clips attached to her nipples and her pussy lips. Her nipples, hard as rocks stuck out of holes in the suit which ended just above her glistening, shaved pussy. She looked like the ultimate dominatrix, including a bull whip in one hand. Her normally soft green eyes had fire in them, as she looked through a black leather mask.

She looked me over, cum covered and reeking of sex. My eyes immediately lowered, and I dropped to my knees, wanting her to take me, punish me, and fuck me.

"I thought you were trying to take control of your life," she said to me. There was an intensity to her voice that I had never heard. "Now clean yourself up and we will talk in the morning." I was humiliated but as I tried to say something she just turned and went back into the basement, locking the door behind her.

I went to my room and fell into bed, hoping for sleep, but all I could think about was her, as my hands went back to my cunt. My fingers entered my pussy, one then three and then my whole fist, my body wracked with pleasure and guilt. Finally I fell asleep, uncovered with my ragged skirt still on.

The next morning I woke up late, a little disoriented. I staggered to the shower and let the hot water poor over my aching body. I was still tired, and my mind had not really been able to process what had happened to me in the past 24 hours. I had gone from a person who did not understand my sexuality to one who was licking cunts in a public bathroom.

I wrapped up in my soft robe; my hair wrapped in a towel and went downstairs to have something to eat. As I walked in the kitchen I saw Prisha doing some cleaning. She smiled at me and asked me if I wanted some lunch. I noticed the clock and saw that I had slept in until almost noon. While she made me some eggs I sat and tried to figure out how the inevitable conversation would go. As we sat and ate she took a deep breath and started to talk.

"What you saw last night was something that we knew would eventually come out. With 3 of us living in the house we knew it was just a matter of time. Jason is a closet submissive while I am a dominant. Early on in our relationship we realized what a perfect pair we were. We started playing long before we got married and have continued ever since."

She stopped for a minute and then continued, "When I asked you to move in we agreed that we would have to hold off on our playing in the house and we put a lock and a sensor on the special room we build in the basement of the house when we bought it. We have had a few nights away that we have enjoyed but we felt it was important to keep you from it for the time being."

"Last night when you said you were going to be gone for the night we could not help it anymore. When you came home and set off the sensor we were in the middle of a scene that would be hard to understand. That is why I snapped at you. I have now calmed down and I want to talk to you about what you saw and what we do going forward. When you finish eating I will show you the basement. Jason is gone for the day but will be back tonight and we can speak to him then."

I looked at her; my expression must have shown my shock because she continued, "This is nothing to be scared of. Sexuality is different for different people and as you get older you will understand what you enjoy, and then you can find someone that shares your preferences. When you do, you may have found the person you want to spend your life with."

We finished our lunch in silence. When we finished she suggested that I change clothes and she would show me the basement. I quickly put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and joined her back in the kitchen. She asked if I was ready, and with a little shudder I followed her down the stairs. We walked into what can only be called a dungeon.

Before I got to the bottom of the stairs, I stopped and looked around the room. Many of the pieces in the room I did not understand and could not comprehend what they could be for. But on one side of the room was something that I could not misinterpret. It was a giant steel X, with cuffs for both wrists and ankles. The cross was covered in black leather which was well worn, obviously used many times. On the opposite wall was a rack that contained more whips, cuffs and dildos than I had ever seen. The cold looking tile floor made the room almost look like a medieval doctor's office but with instruments of torture rather than heeling.

"This is our playroom," she said. "When Jason starts down the stairs he becomes a toy for me to play with. Sometimes it is just the 2 of us; sometimes we have brought others to join. But no matter what, I am in charge. We play safely; Jason has a safe word but has never used it. He can take all the punishment and pain I can give and beg for more. Outside of this room he is an executive. He has an entire company working for him and shareholders that have given him that OK to run the company as he sees fit. But in here, he is my fucktoy, just an object for me to play with and share as I see fit."

She stopped to let what she said sink in. Finally she told me what I wanted to hear, "As of today you will learn how control can be held over someone. I will be your teacher."

I looked at her in shock, I had no idea she would let me in to this part of her life. "Are you ready", she asked? I nodded, not really sure of what was coming but knowing that she would take care of me no matter what. She was a second mother to me, but was also the sexiest woman I knew. She looked into my eyes and said, "And so we begin."

She moved me to the middle of the room and told me to put my hands above my head. As I did she reached up and pulled down a set up cuffs that hung from the ceiling that I had not noticed. Before I knew it my wrists were cuffed and she was pulling up on the rope that not only raised my arms but pulled them apart. When they were fully outstretched she tied the rope off, leaving me helpless. She came up in front of me and with wicked eyes, the same ones I had seen last night.

She reached behind her back and pulled out a wicked looking blade. The blade shimmered in the light. She leaned in and said "Your safe word is red. Any time you use it, everything stops." Just as I wondered what was going to happen she began to cut the front of my t-shirt, allowing the back of the blade to trace down my body. I was scared but the feel of the cold steel went straight to my pussy. My juices began to flow, soaking my panties. She finished with the shirt and began to cut my jeans, still tracing down my skin. By this time my pussy juice ran down my leg. She knelt in front of me and finished cutting down to my leg, then in one quick motion slit the other jean leg and pulled them from me. She stared at my panties, and then swiftly cut them away as well. I was now naked in front of her, with her mouth only inches from my shaved cunt.

She looked up into my eyes, the passion clearly visible in her eyes. Then slowly she leaned in and lightly licked my lips. I thrust my hips forward trying to get more pressure, but she immediately spanked my ass hard. Tears welled up in my eyes as she looked up and said, "Control, it's all about control." I relaxed as she went back to licking my pussy. I was incredibly turned on but this time let her take me as she wanted to. After spending time just on my lips, she nibbled on my clit, and then slow ran her tongue around it. I felt my passion growing, and she pushed her tongue inside my lips. I was in heaven as I felt my orgasm build. She fucked me with her tongue acting like a little cock, ramming in and out of my now drooling cunt.

Then suddenly I came, screaming out in passion and ecstasy. It was unlike anything I had ever felt, to explode, but know that it was in love as well as lust. I hung from the ropes, unable to stand. She slowly got to her feet and loosened the cuffs. My arms collapsed and she caught me as I started to fall. Very slowly and lovingly she lowered me to the ground. I expected the tile to be cold but the heated floor made my skin glow with warmth. Prisha put a small pillow under my head and sat beside me, stroking my face and hair. "Round one is complete, but I can tell you will be ready for more very soon," she whispered.

I either slept or passed out because the next thing I knew I was on a bed. I looked around and realized that this must be a separate room in the basement that I had not seen. The room was completely white, with soft rose colored lighting that made me feel warm and comfortable. Prisha was still next to me but she had changed out of her clothes and into a soft robe. I snuggled into her as she continued to stroke my head. "Tell me what you want," she whispered softly.

Instead of an answer I reached into her robe and softly rubbed her breast. Sensing my need she untied her robe and let it fall open. I gasped at her body, perfect in every way. I raised my head and began to suck on her breast, lightly running my tongue across her swelling nipple. She shifted a little so I could reach the other and I continued my kisses. I felt as if I was feeding on her energy through her breasts. My movements became more and more urgent as our passion rose. I moved my hands down her body, lightly touching her stomach, then her waist, and finally settling into her beautiful pussy. Keeping my touch light, I remembered what she said about control.

Everything in my body wanted to push my fingers deep inside her, but I knew if I took my time her orgasm would be so much more and I would be rewarded. Slowly I worked my fingers across her slit, never letting go of her breasts as I suckled her like a hungry child. Then she looked at me, and I knew it was time for more. I worked one and then 2 and finally 3 fingers inside her, making sure that my touch was always soft, but gaining urgency as I went. Remembering the nipple clamps I saw her with last night, I slowly bit down on the now hard nipples. I was rewarded with a huge moan.