Adrianne stood daydreaming in the classroom. The religious instructor droned on and on to her students about the morality of sexuality.
"The devil will take your idle fingers and criss-cross your body with sinful desire! You must resist his wicked attempts to twist you to his perversity!" he shrieked.
'Someone ought to twist you and criss-cross your body', she thought. 'Maybe a solid rogering would take that sanctimonious stick out of your ass.'
Adrianne had been working at the conservative Catholic school for roughly six years now, and aside from the austere religious components of the day-to-day, it was a solid gig. It paid well, and the fervour and zealous nature of the culture meant she had to do very little in the way of behaviour management. She could teach her science and maths classes as she saw fit. Apart from paying some lip service to the Catholic beliefs there, with the occasional comment about science's lack of spirituality, but for the most part, she was free to do what she liked.
This was not one of the things she liked.
She had pastoral care of a class for the last period of every day, meaning that she simply supervised a group for about an hour. In this hour, the chaplain came in to speak to the students about what they were doing wrong with their lives and how to be less evil little sinners. Adrianne had grown up believing these things, but hearing a middle-aged man scream at teenagers about things he clearly didn't know anything about made her feel like stabbing him in the face with a crucifix. Life just seemed too complex for his banal platitudes to be right.
She tried to let the toxic words pass over her and remember the pleasure of yesterday. She had woken up confused and half-naked, and within an hour had two of the most intense orgasms of her life - from another woman. Adrianne only had a couple of (relatively) chaste relationships with men in her university years and had always considered herself to be heterosexual. However, looking at Phaidra's taut pale skin and firm musculature as water cascaded over her perky breasts... well, she thought she might need to rethink her identity. At least a bit. The memory of Phaidra's tongue dancing across her clit...
"Boys! Do not be fooled! A woman who touches herself defiles us all with her presence. If she rings the devil's doorbell, you must not answer!"
The drivel spewing from this idiot's mouth was almost more than she could stand, but luckily the school bell's ringing prevented her from saying something she might have regretted later. Adrianne dismissed her class and did her best to ignore the obnoxious pastor on the way out. She had something better to look forward to.
~~~
After their little encounter in the shower, they had gotten dressed and stood for a moment considering one another. Adrianne was towelling off her sepia hair when Phaidra had sidled up to her and squeezed her ass. She had squealed in surprise and batted away her hand.
"Let me finish drying off, would you?"
Phaidra just grinned at her.
"Why would I do that when you've got such a nice round ass? I just want to touch it!"
She reached around to touch her again, but Adrianne smacked her hand again.
"How would you feel if I wanted to fondle your body all the time?".
Phaidra just shrugged and with a wink, said, "Only one way to find out."
With that, the taller woman swivelled on the balls of her feet and waggled her ass at her. Adrianne couldn't help but crack a smile at the display.
"That's better," Phaidra said. "You're so much prettier when you smile."
Adrianne blushed a soft raspberry colour. She wasn't used to hearing compliments, and between Phaidra's words and physical attention, she felt a little overwhelmed.
"Uh... thanks," she had barely managed.
Phaidra suddenly pulled Adrianne in close and gave her a full, deep kiss. When they parted, Adrianne found herself breathing faster than she had a moment before. She tried to speak but Phaidra held a finger up to her lips.
"Be still. I have things to do but we're only getting started. I want more, but I realize this might be too much for you,"
Adrianne looked into the sapphire eyes of the toned woman; she saw a hunger there, but also something else. It wasn't just a lust that she saw in Phaidra, but a drive, a willfulness, a compulsion. Adrianne felt a thrill of excitement with a mix of fear.
Phaidra continued, "Here's the deal. If this was just a bit of after-party fun, that's fine. But if you'd like something more intense," she gestured towards the front door, "that'll be open tomorrow night for you."
~~~
36 hours had passed since Adrianne received that invitation. She initially dismissed it and was almost inclined to pretend it had never happened. Her previous sexual forays had ended poorly and she'd barely even masturbated anymore since her last breakup. Her ex-boyfriend was a jerk who had slapped her after a session of heavy petting - they had been making out in his bedroom, hands excitedly exploring the other's body. After rubbing her hands against his pants for less than a minute, she suddenly found her hand covered in a sticky patch. When she'd asked him if he'd come already, he grew red with rage and backhanded her.
The previous boyfriend hadn't been much better. His trigger went off with even less effort, and afterwards he'd tell her 'he was done'. She'd be left frustrated and angry. Adrianne was not inclined to risk further humiliation or cruelty from selfish pricks.
However, the more she thought about it, the more her curiosity was aroused. Phaidra didn't just want to be pleasured - she wanted her pleasure. Phaidra had finger fucked her and eaten her out just to see Adrianne come. She had to admit that there was a satisfaction in watching the other girl orgasm too, and she wondered what Phaidra meant at the end of the shower -
"I'll just have to find some other way to fuck you."
Adrianne stopped for a moment as she walked out of the school, feeling a shiver run down her spine.
Time to find out what she meant.
~~~
Dusk crept around the corners of the lavish lawn as Adrianne approached the house. She hadn't been paying much attention when she'd visited the first time around, but all in all, it was certainly impressive. A modern, high-ceilinged affair with wide rectangular windows. She could see into this house from the road, though there didn't appear to be anyone inside. Adrianne stepped along a smooth, ebony stone pathway that led up to the umber wooden front door. There was no doorknob, no handle or any kind of buzzer. She reached her hand up to knock on the door when she noticed it was slightly ajar.
Adrianne pushed the door open and called into the house.
"Phaidra?"
No answer. She did her best to peer around the living room that connected to the front door but couldn't see anyone from this angle.
"It's Adrianne," she said, taking a tentative step through the doorway. "You know, from yesterday?"
Despite it being the early part of the evening, the house was almost pitch black inside. A row of diminutive incandescent lamps provided the only source of illumination within. The lights traced a clear pathway through the house towards a room in the back; Adrianne shut the door behind her, careful not to let it slam, and pulled her shoes off. She curled her toes as they met the cold tiled floor, but straightened them out after several seconds. After standing all day in a classroom, the coolness felt wonderful against her delicate toes.
The row of faint lights took her through the living room, past the doorways to the kitchen on the right and the bathroom on the left, towards the very rear of the house. Chrome fixtures glinted in the soft glow of the lamps.
Adrianne found herself at the entrance to the main bedroom, and she called out again.
"Phaidra?"
Adrianne walked up to the bedroom, looking inside, and gasped. The room was absolutely gorgeous - lush bordeaux carpet, raven velvet drapery, oak drawers, and a magnificent mahogany bed with Kashmir blankets. A lamp hung on each wall; each with a flickering quality that must've been candles rather than bulbs. She walked up to the bed and stroked the divan with her hand. The silky, eigengrau fabric felt wonderful against her skin.
She looked around and suddenly noticed several devices hanging from the mahogany bedhead - leather looking straps with metal studs, several plastic cylinders, and an unmistakable pair of handcuffs.
Adrianne had done a little bit of BDSM with her second boyfriend. Well, maybe that was a charitable label. He had gotten himself a little pair of plastic handcuffs from the local toy store and had asked Adrianne if she was up for something kinky. She was intrigued and had let him cuff her to his bed. It wasn't an enjoyable experience, however; she wasn't sure what to expect but he had simply placed his penis in her mouth, gyrating his hips for a minute until he came. The jerk had gotten a smug look on his face and stated that 'maybe I'll leave you there until I want to come again'. Adrianne had flexed her wrists and broken the cheap cuffs, pushing him off her head and then spitting out his semen on the bed. He made a yelping noise but she had walked out of his house and his life - she wasn't going to be used like some kind of fuck-toy.
Phaidra had demonstrated that she was different though, clearly caring about more than self-gratification: -But Adrianne wasn't sure exactly what she was after just yet,
Adrianne walked up the bedhead and picked up the handcuffs. They were a heavy steel affair, with a serious looking hole that must house a big key.
I wouldn't be able to break out of these things, Adrianne mused.
