Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc. etc. Enjoy!
Author's Note: Special thanks to Novella23 for the inspiration for this story as well as the encouragement, ideas, and editing. Be sure to check out his stories for more on this theme.
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I was self-conscious on the way back to the market thinking that I must be walking funny after being thoroughly fucked. My fingers kept touching my lips even as the arousing tingling from the Horny Goat cream slowly dissipated while we perused a few more stalls. We weren't really even paying attention to what they were selling, we just didn't want to bring any attention to the fact that we had just wandered off with one of the sellers, a pretty redhead, to have sex with her...and some produce.
My dirty mind wondered what her family was going to do with those ears of corn. Would someone end up buying them? That thought was both erotic and embarrassing even knowing that there was no chance of them tasting me or Emma on them after being cooked.
After only a few more minutes of absently walking the market, we headed back to Charlie's tiny Miata. This time, Emma sat in my lap and curled against me like a sleepy kitten. It was mostly quiet on the drive back to the cabin and my mind thought about Jim and how incredible he was for encouraging me to explore my girl-girl desires. Sure, one of his biggest turn-ons was thinking about his wife having sex with another woman but letting me actually experience it was an exercise in extreme trust.
What I hadn't conveyed to him was the depth to which I had embraced my submissive side with Charlie. I still wasn't sure if that was a general desire or just the dynamic with the woman I was now freely calling my Mistress. I was certainly not that way with Jim. Of course, it wasn't like I hadn't told him about the interactions with Charlie and she had even told him, in no uncertain terms, that when she was around, he was not to be in the picture even in our own home. I might be bi but Charlie was not interested in men in the slightest. Jim had agreed to those terms. Wholeheartedly. Maybe too quickly.
Furthermore, my commitment to Charlie had only solidified during this trip. As Jim and I had promised each other, it was just sex, but she stirred up desires in me that I couldn't let go of now. Oh, I cared for both of these women with whom I had become the most intimate of friends, but it didn't compare with what I had with Jim. Even so, I feared what would happen if these two worlds ever came into conflict.
My musings were redirected as we drove up the long gravel driveway to the cabin. After the morning's activities, I was starting to get quite hungry. Apparently, Emma was feeling the same way as she hopped out of the car and stole the bag of pastries we had purchased from my hand.
"Hey!" I called after her but she was jogging for the porch only to huff when she got there and the door was locked. "You still need these." I shook the house keys in front of me.
"That's what you think!" Emma answered and reached into the bag. She pulled out a chocolate croissant and took a hardy bite while staring at me. "Mmmm, stho ood," she taunted with her mouth full.
She held up the partially eaten pastry bobbing it in the air as I came up the steps to the front door. Acting like I was going to go past her to unlock it, I suddenly darted my head to the side and managed to get a small bite of her breakfast right from Emma's hand before she could react.
"Hey, that's mine!" It was Emma's turn to be surprised. She moved the item away from me but it was too late.
"Mhm, that is good," I said nonchalantly as I finished my motion toward the door.
Charlie was close behind me and just smiled at our antics.
"Sherry!" she exclaimed with mock outrage. "Are you stealing Emma's breakfast? What am I going to do with you?"
I gave her a sidelong glance as I opened the door and walked inside. When neither of the other two immediately followed, I turned back to see Emma whispering something to Charlie whose eyebrows raised and then smirked, her eyes locking on me again. Uh-oh.
"Emma thinks that you are a danger to our food and need to be restrained."
"What?" I asked incredulously. I shot Emma a whithering look only to get a little shoulder wiggle and a wink in response.
"Get undressed," Charlie ordered as she and the blonde teen came through the door closing it behind them.
"But I haven't had...," I started to complain only to get a stern look from Charlie.
I knew that look. I had gotten it from any number of teachers over the years not to mention my mother. But there was something more in that look that my teachers and mom never had and it was that look that sent naughty tingles through me.
Without another word, I grabbed the bottom of my thin shirt and pulled it over my head. My breasts were pulled up momentarily and then bounced back into position as the shirt freed them. I was proud, at thirty-four, that they were still winning the battle with gravity. The mini-skirt was removed a couple of seconds later. Charlie had dressed me that morning which meant that I was naked underneath. Squatting down, I started to remove my high heel sandals but Charlie stopped me.
"Leave those on. They look so hot on you," Charlie said.
Emma tossed the bag of pastries on the table and jogged to the bedroom for some unknown reason. The blonde woman who had so completely seduced me came around the table and pulled out a chair. They were the standard wooden kitchen chairs without frills beyond some machine-etched leaves in the top of the back. She indicated I should sit so I did.
"What are we...?" I started to ask before Charlie put a finger to my lips while swinging a leg over me and sitting on my legs.
I heard Emma returning but Charlie held my focus by taking hold of my jaw and lowering her lips to mine. Our tongues entwined and I closed my eyes letting the sensuality of the moment wash over me. She pressed against me causing my head to lean back. The blonde caressed my neck then shoulders and arms keeping them dangling down beside me.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew that the teen was doing something behind me but I wasn't paying attention until I tried to lift my hands to Charlie's body. They barely moved. I couldn't look down because my head was practically immobile under the blonde woman's insistent kiss.
I noticed when something wrapped around my ankle and my foot was pulled to line up with the chair leg. Jim and I had never even considered bondage play but watching Emma's reaction yesterday had more than piqued my curiosity. Now that I was being secured to the chair, my sense of vulnerability was rising fast. I trusted these two and Charlie, in particular, but actually having your limbs restrained with no possibility of escape or influence was a completely different animal. My breathing had already picked up and my heart was beating in a strong, steady rhythm that I could feel against the bands fastened securely around my limbs.
When my second ankle was secured to the chair, Charlie broke our kiss and stood up. Even knowing it wouldn't work, I still tried to reach up and pull her back down. My muscles flexed and strained against the bindings. All I accomplished was giving my two captors a good show of my struggle. I even added a little whimper to emphasize my damsel in distress act, which I think they appreciated based on the lustful looks they gave me.
Then, to my chagrin, the two walked away! Emma went to the cabinet to get plates while Charlie retrieved some mugs and started pouring coffee. The teen sat down at the table first and started pulling items from the bag. She pulled out my almond croissant and placed it on a plate in front of me or, at least, where I would be if the chair hadn't been pulled a couple of feet back from the table. As it was, I couldn't even lean forward enough to eat it.
