This was my first attempt at adult fiction, written back in 2003 as a piece of fan-art for a now defunct website I used to subscribe to. This is part 1 and there are two other parts that form the whole sordid tale.
Any feedback would be gratefully received and if there is a demand I will publish the other two parts.
This is a totally fictional tale of extreme lesbian domination, BDSM and submission, any similarities to other real or fictional people is entirely coincidental.
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The woman squirmed unconsciously in her chair, she honestly didn't realise she was doing it. She had been to a hair-dressing salon before and nothing like this had ever happened before. Every time her hair dresser moved, she moved, trying to get her to rub up against her again, to get that illicit feel of smooth cold leather brushing against her skin.
She had noticed it yet not paid it too much thought as soon as she walked in, all the staff wore in some shape or other, leather. Sure there were lots of different styles and colours but if you looked close enough, they were all wearing leather. It's probably just a fashion thing, she'd thought to herself, silently cursing her self for missing yet another new trend. And so she'd thought no more about it.
Yet here she was straining in her seat to get another feel of that cool black leather that the salon owner, Karla wore as she first cut her hair and then sensually massaged her scalp." It's a good job she doesn't realise what I'm doing" Sarah thought to herself as she finally admitted to herself that she was getting off on this.
Karla continued to massage her beautiful clients scalp, giving the same highly professional level of service that she gave to all who walked into her salon. But this one was different, she'd seen her looking around when Sarah first walked in, her eyes just a little wider than normal, her gaze lingering on members of her staff just a little longer than normal. And so as the pampering had gone on, after the salon junior had washed her hair, after she'd cut it just so, Karla had very subtly brushed the sleeve of her black leather jacket against her clients right cheek.
It was feint, but Karla felt Sarah tense as the cool, soft leather brushed against her. She heard the slight but definite intake of breath as new feelings stirred within Sarah. So as she continued to work at Sarah's hair, she did it again and the reaction was the same. Then something new happened, she realised as she watched her client that she was now moving as if to deliberately brush against her, her face flushing ever so slightly with each contact.
Karla took a closer look at her client, she was in her mid thirties, with mid length wavy dark hair completing a slightly Mediterranean look. She had strong, beautiful features which exuded confidence from every pore; she was about 5'7" with a trim well toned body born from hours in the gym. She was the archetypal successful business woman with neat manicured nails and soft tanned skin.
Karla new instinctively that here was a cherry ripe for the picking. Her salon only catered for the higher end of the market and so the bulk of her clients were seriously wealthy people. Yet it never ceased to amaze her as she observed her clients the amount of repressed sexual energy hidden just below the surface. All the money and all the possessions these people had yet so few had found release for their true feelings.
For the very, very select few Karla offered a treatment for that too. You could not ask for it or book an appointment for it, you could not beg or pay for it. Yet somehow word had gotten out that if you were female and needed the ultimate relaxation therapy, there was only one place to go. No one spoke of it or complained if they didn't get it, indeed the thrill of finding out if you'd been selected for treatment seemed to be part of the whole experience.
Sarah had almost forgotten about the "therapy". So lost was she in her little game that she was really startled by the sound of Karla's voice.
"Would you care to try one of our latest treatments Madam, with our compliments of course!?" Karla asked.
"Y-yes, I-I'd love too" Sarah stammered, her heart and mind now racing. Quickly she got up from her chair and followed Karla to the back of the salon and into a large well lit and beautifully appointed treatment room. The floor was a light wood veneer, the walls plain white, all the lighting was hidden yet seemed to come from everywhere. In the middle of the room stood a huge treatment bench, finished in black leather, with chrome steel legs and various attachments coming off of it.
Against the left wall stood a long low leather sofa, against the right various equipment trolleys and the far wall appeared to be just one large cupboard. At the end of the treatment bench stood a girl who Karla introduced as Kelly. She was told that Kelly would look after her while Karla went off to prepare her treatment. Sarah's gaze fell to the girl now beckoning her forward, she estimated her to be about twenty years old and was, except for her uniform, Sarah's idea of a typical salon junior. She had long straight blonde hair tied in two pig tails and an almost impossibly petite figure.
If it hadn't been for the tight fitting nature of her clothes Sarah felt sure she would struggled to see any kind of a bust on the girl yet the purple leather bib-style top seemed to lift and emphasize them as pert little globes of pleasure. She also wore a matching leather mini-skirt that in Sarah's opinion was only just long enough to serve as a belt! At the end of an impossibly long and slim pair of legs was a pair of strappy sandals with the thinnest four inch heel she'd ever seen.
"If you'd like to take your cloths off madam and lay down on the table, Miss Karla will be back shortly." Kelly said in a light sing-song voice. "Here, let me help you madam."
And with that the assistant moved behind Sarah, pressing herself against her back and reached around to start unbuttoning her silk blouse. Sarah couldn't believe what was happening, she was a successful business woman worth a small fortune with a husband waiting for her in their five bedroom executive home only miles away. Yet she was allowing some twenty year old leather-clad temptress to undress her in a public hairdressing salon. But as soon as she felt the soft leather of Kelly's blouse press against her back through the silk of her designer top, she knew she wanted this more than anything else in the world!
She allowed her blouse to fall from her shoulders gently to the floor, she felt hands tug at the zip of skirt and heard the metallic rasp as the zipper was pulled down. She could now feel the soft kid leather of Kelly's clothing pressing against her naked flesh and as she stood in just her lace underwear and stockings she felt the unmistakable shape of an erect nipple pushing through the leather into her back.
Sarah trembled with anticipation, she was used to being in control sexually, constantly fighting of unwanted advances from men who saw her as a trophy to be acquired, feigning interest at her husbands' occasional and half-hearted clumsy attempts at affection. She had never been this close to another woman and she didn't know what to do. All she knew was the warmth spreading from deep within her was there for a reason and she'd decided when she woke this morning that for once in her life she would take a risk!
Now she felt the clasp of her expensive designer bra being undone and it being slipped from her body. Nearly naked and not a word had been said, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and just added to the confusion that crowded her mind right now. Very gently she felt two delicate female hands grasp her shoulders and slowly turn her around, when she stopped she found herself face to face with a beautiful exquisitely made up female face barely inches from hers.
In her mind a battle raged between two opposing forces. The sensible side screamed that no woman in her position would do anything like this and the repercussions of getting caught loomed large in her mind. Yet despite this she could not silence the years of nagging doubts she felt whenever she was with a man she knew didn't appreciate her, the years of quite whispers from that little voice in her head every time she saw an attractive woman now grew louder and louder until they became a cry that drowned out all other thoughts!
So when Kelly's lips touched hers, she didn't pull away or flinch, she just gave in and felt the heady release of all those years pf frustration. Slowly she kissed her back, tentatively at first but with a growing passion. So when she felt the soft leather covering of Kelly's pert breasts she moaned softly into the mouth of the first girl she'd ever kissed. Without realising it she reached out and cupped two perfectly toned buttocks in their oh-so-tight leather casing and felt a shiver run right through her.
Together they abandoned themselves to their feelings and as tongues sought out tongues, hands explored each others bodies and lust was ignited at what was found. So engrossed were they in their new found passion that they didn't notice anyone entering the room, their concentration only broken by the sound of the door closing behind them. Still held in a tight embrace the lovers turned to see who had entered.
Karla stood looking at the scene quietly happy with what she saw. She wore her favourite tight black leather trousers over the top of a pair of fashionably pointy toed high heeled knee boots. Above that she wore a matching leather jacket with nothing underneath, unless you count two nipple clamps joined by a chain as clothing of course. Finally she wore a pair of soft, supple black leather gloves which she now flexed in anticipation.
Next to her stood Ysobel, Kara's friend, lover and slave or mistress depending on how the mood took her. She was dressed altogether differently and the temperature in the room palpably went up as everyone drank in the sight before them. She wore a thigh high boots over black latex stockings that were held up by suspenders attached to a pair of skin-tight black rubber hotpants. On top she wore a black long sleeved latex blouse that hugged her shapely body, made even more so by the red bustier laced tight around her waist. Covering her hands were a pair of jet black latex gloves topped by a single diamond ring.
