Coffee With Blushes

Coffee with Blushes

(Written by Annie of the Writing Group)

This story takes place in the Slave Grading universe. Many writers have contributed, including Joe Doe, Carl Bradford, and Mr. Smith.

Liz

"I was kneeling, with my hands bound at my waist, knees spread and ankles bound together, and of course wearing nothing but a collar, slave sandals, and my bonds--slave naked. The muscles of my back didn't like it, but I bent over and kissed the top of his foot." The contrast between the words and the person saying them was jarring. Maria was wearing a burgundy silk top, black pencil skirt, and for jewelry only her wedding band and (Liz suddenly realized) earrings that matched it perfectly. She wasn't wearing much makeup, but it was carefully and perfectly applied--a tiny touch of mascara, the copper color with just a hint of yellow emphasizing the hazel of her eyes, foundation and the tiniest trace of rouge, blonde hair professionally styled to frame her face, lipstick reddening her full lips. It wasn't just her composed, carefully thought-out appearance, though. She was describing these strange events in a cheerful, even gleeful way. Liz leaned forward unconsciously, trying to understand.

"He used the leash to pull my head back and forced me to sit back on my ankles, looking up at him--it looks very far up when you're slave kneeling! He picked up a glass of pink liquid and held it to my lips. 'This is horny juice. If you spill any, I will be displeased.'" Well, I mean, what can you do in that situation? I whispered 'Yes, master' and drank it all down."

Liz couldn't hold herself back any more. She leaned even further forward "You were a slave?!" It was a hissed whisper. She still had enough composure not to shout it in a coffee shop.

Maria leaned back in the plastic chair. "Well, if you're going to interrupt me, Liz, I guess you'll just have to wait a bit for me to continue the story."

Liz glared overdramatically down at her friend.

Maybe it's time for a little revenge?

Maria

Liz leaned back, shook her thin brown hair out of her face and took a sip of iced coffee, then leaned forward with totally different body language. Her dark eyes looked... confidential? She said, quietly, "So, Maria, did you know you have a superfan at Ishmael's Coffee? Maybe I should say, 'Secret Admirer'." That was definitely a smirk on the pale, very freckled face. And maybe a hint of redness? Had her story embarrassed Liz?

Good. Let's do it some more

. Liz was a great friend, and she was great fun to tease.

"Liz! I thought we were just friends. I am a happily married woman, you know. Mind you, you could be very tempting...."

"Maria, you are impossible." She was most certainly blushing now. "Behind me, the tall, very fit blonde barista, with that tattoo on his forearm? Don't stare, please! When I ordered, right after you sat down, he was telling the other one, the older guy, quote, 'That short, stacked blonde has real MILF energy.'" Then she giggled. In fact, she seemingly couldn't stop. Why on earth was she still laughing 30 seconds later?

"Liz? Calling me a MILF can't be that funny, can it?" Maria took a sip from her coffee.

Finally controlling herself, Liz leaned in close and half-whispered, "You know how when guys get super-horny, they bend forward? I think it gets uncomfortable in tight pants with a big, stiff dick. Yeah, Blondie definitely was, you know, very excited by you." She covered her mouth with her hand to avoid another laughing fit. She also carefully did

not

look at Blondie. Thanks for that, Liz.

Except, now Maria was struggling not to stare at the boy. And she was suddenly giggling, and that set Liz off, and they both laughed for a good minute before they could control themselves. Over Liz's shoulder, she could see Blondie, trying hard not to stare at

her

. That didn't make it easier to stop laughing.

Liz managed to control her breathing. "How are Jennie and Rico? Sorry I missed Rico's birthday party."

"Rico loved the night vision goggles. 'Best present!' were his exact words. He's mature enough to understand, 'Aunt Liz's boss is mean' as a reason. They're with Luis's parents in Orlando for the weekend, actually. I'm sure they're having a blast, probably at a theme park or something."

"You and Luis have something going on this weekend?" Liz was looking inquisitive. Maybe a trifle amused?

"Well, yes. It's our 10

th

anniversary. We're going on a 3-day cruise starting tomorrow morning."

"Congratulations!" Was Liz smirking? Yeah, that was a smirk. She must have....

"Did you by any chance put two and two together about the prescription, Liz?" Now

she

was smirking, just a bit.

"Would I violate confidentiality by reading my friend's prescription, Maria? Of course I wouldn't."

"You were behind the counter at SVM Pharmacy. You handed me the bag and you had to read the label to make sure I got the right stuff."

"When you put it that way, I guess I might have noticed. Well, I mean, there are only a few reasons for someone to take ildeslafine, Maria. Regular use can tighten Cooper's ligaments, and of course it increases the libido of anyone with a pair of ovaries." That sounded almost like reciting from a book, and it probably was, since Liz was a pharmacy technician. "There are also reports that for some women, it increases vaginal lubrication, but the evidence on that is still pretty weak."

"'Cooper's ligaments?' I didn't know Horny Juice could tighten up joints."

I only know about the "horny" part, and--

"Cooper's ligaments hold up the breasts, Maria. You know that one: horny juice causes the breasts to droop less." Liz was grinning at her while staring directly at Maria's large and remarkably un-droopy 40-year-old boobs. "I am getting the feeling that Luis is going to have a very good time this weekend."

"So am I, Liz. So am I."

"Yeah, actually I got that wrong. Good thing I'm not still in school. Ildeslafine is also a 'sexual hedonic agent'. It makes sexy times feel better." The blush was gone. Interesting. Professional-mode Liz didn't blush?

"I'm out of coffee. I'll go up and give our well-built friend there a thrill. Do you want anything?"

"Thanks, but I still have half of mine. If I drink iced coffee too fast, I get the worst headaches. He is hunky, isn't he? The bulge was nicely-sized, too."

"Sweetie, do you really think I'm interested in some barely-out-of-diapers child?"

Wait, am

I

blushing now?

"Anyway, Luis's bulge is exactly the right size for me."

"Maria, just for fun, you should think about how fast you're breathing, maybe check your pulse." Liz leaned forward with a conspiratorial grin on her face. "He's a hot-looking guy, an adult, and it's not illegal to look."

Crap, she's right. I'm not panting, thank you God, but it's definitely a warm, humid day in my panties.

"Did you take ildeslafine already, Maria? I've never tried it, but I always imagined I'd react basically like that--getting turned on easily by any sexy thing that I saw. Or felt." Liz's grin was growing to Cheshire cat levels.

She stood up with exaggerated dignity and haughtiness. "

If

you will excuse me, I believe that I will speak to someone less vulgar and more deserving of my attention!" She put her nose in the air and marched toward the counter to the accompaniment of Liz giggling, again.

Liz

She turned and watched her friend walk away, almost marching with the fake indignation. After a few steps, though, Maria paused to run her hands through her long, blonde hair and pull it forward over her left shoulder, as her stride went from walking to almost strutting. She reached down and tugged the hem of her shirt, pulling it aggressively down to show more cleavage, licked her lips to make them shine. And how did she make her hips do that wiggle, anyway?

I think Maria meant that crack about giving Blondie a thrill! She can really turn it up to 11 when she wants to!

She couldn't hear Maria order.

Blondie's face is bright red. What is Maria saying to him?

Maria pulled out a card, but fumbled, then dropped it... so she had to bend way, way over, basically sticking her (generous, shapely) butt in Blondie's face. Blondie shuffled forward close the counter, in just the way he might have to so that his boner wouldn't be visible to the entire lobby of Quarry's Department Store, where this coffee shop was located.

She had to struggle not to giggle some more when Blondie said something urgently to the other barista, then darted into the men's room. Yeah, he definitely had a nice-sized package under those cargo pants.

Maria came back, grinning openly (now that the barista couldn't see her). "That was fun. I hope he isn't in too much distress, but it's very flattering how interested he got."

"Distress? He's beating off in there right now. Do you torment random guys like that often?"

"Only Luis, really. Blondie's hot, you sort of dared me, and I'm all heated up thinking of what Luis and I will do later."

"You're sure you didn't take the ildeslafine?"

"No. For one thing, it's illegal to drive after you take horny juice." Maria might be getting irritated?

"I'm sorry if I'm getting on your nerves, Maria. That thing about driving... I mean, yes, I did know that. SVM tests me on my knowledge. I was concerned for your safety, or for that matter legal hazard, if you didn't know that yourself."

"Well, I have to say, that's quite kind of you, but not needed. Maybe I should tell more of that story now?"

"I drank all that pink stuff, without spilling a drop. The Master was very skillful, holding the glass perfectly so that I could drink without spilling or losing any." Maria was reflecting, Liz thought. She was thinking back on the experience, trying to choose the right words.

I think this might be the first time she ever talked about this

. "It tasted bad. Sour, with something like artificial sweetener in it. After I was done, I didn't really feel anything except nervous."

Maria

"He told me, 'Undress me, slut.' I was tied up! The handcuffs were attached to a canvas belt around my waist, holding my hands against my belly. I couldn't even straighten my legs or stand, he had my ankles locked across each other. How was I supposed to undress him?" She had a look of faint indignation and frustration on her face, remembering. "I spent about two seconds not knowing what to do before he got impatient. A slave collar can give you a very unpleasant shock when your Master pushes the button. That was an experience. I was completely stunned, I couldn't move or think for a bit. Once I recovered, it turns out that pain is a pretty good motivator. Inspiration!"

"I squirmed forward--luckily, he was standing very near me, because it's hard to make progress when you can't use your hands, or even move your legs separately. He had tied me with my ankles crossed at a 90 degree angle, holding my knees far apart. Luckily, I have always been very flexible. On the other hand, I'm short. I had to balance on my knees and stretch my neck to reach his belt with my teeth. It was a real effort to pull it hard enough to unhook the tongue from the hole and loosen it. The jeans were held closed by a button, but without the belt I could just drag them down to his knees with my teeth. There was definitely a very rigid penis in the boxers underneath, which I also pulled down with my teeth. Yep, that was a very nice, very excited dick that got revealed. Circumcised, and with all hair removed. He also had his crotch area neatly clipped down to only a little fuzz." She smiled at Liz's expression as she described the man-crotch. "Well, it was what I was aware of, directly in front of my nose. He smelled very, very masculine, speaking of my nose."

"I had to lie down on the floor to get my teeth low enough to grip the cloth and pull the trousers and shorts to his ankles. Then I realized he was wearing shoes! The pants wouldn't come off over shoes. Untying shoes with your teeth is easy, I discovered. Getting them off the feet of someone standing in them without cooperation was literally impossible."

"He laughed, and said, "You've failed to obey my order, slave." He didn't even sound mad, more amused. He stepped out of his shoes and the pants and underwear just slid off. So easy for him, impossible for me!

With his left hand, he grabbed my hair. It was even longer then than it is now. He said, "Up!" and pulled, and I desperately tried to get back on my knees. The position was awful, but the pull on my head

hurt

. I managed to roll onto my side and then my knees (the painful pull on my hair actually helped), and he led me over, painfully and slowly as I had to squirm my knees along the rug, to a straight-backed armless wooden chair. I definitely felt enslaved. I also noticed I desperately wanted him to touch more than my hair. The drug was working."

Pausing to draw breath, she noticed that Liz looked concerned, again. Looking up at her, she could see faint red lines on the pale cheeks. Liz had a bad habit of clutching her own face. This was going too far. Liz and she had always teased each other, but Liz was really upset.

"Liz, please don't be so frightened. All this happened in the past, years ago. You know perfectly well that I'm happy and healthy today. I'm moved, really, that you're worried about me, but it's too late--I already survived and thrived!" She met Liz's eyes and held them until she saw Liz relax.

Liz still didn't look

happy

. "I'm sorry, but that sounds terrifying and, I don't know, traumatic. I'm--Maria, am I the first person you ever told this to?"

Smart girl.

"Yes. Well, aside from Luis. Master picked me up, so easily. My weight was nothing to him. He draped me over his legs as he sat in the chair.

"'Do you know what you are being punished for, slave girl?" he said. In that moment, with my desire getting more and more fevered, I could hardly concentrate on his words. I could feel his hard member pressing against my belly. Both of us exposed, but he was nude and I was slave naked."

"'Master, for failing to obey your order to strip you.' My voice sounded small and weak to myself, spoken down into the floor, seeing only chair legs and his sock-covered feet.

"'That could be forgiven, slave girl. Twice, I gave you orders and you did not respond with 'Yes, Master.' That is defiance! Defiance is not tolerated."

Without thought, without hesitation, I replied, 'I am sorry, Master!'

"Something smooth and cool and flat tapped my rear, and he said, 'You will learn now what that word means, slave girl.'"

She took a sip of her new coffee. Behind Liz, she could see Blondie leave the men's room, with his face freshly washed and still a bit flushed, and she grinned, apparently so widely that Liz actually turned to look behind her and see what was so funny. When Liz turned back to face Maria, she was also grinning, and when their eyes met they dissolved into giggles again, both leaning forward across the plastic table so their faces were close. The closeness, seeing the other one laugh, just made them both laugh harder, until they sagged back into the armless chairs.

That broke the tension, at least. Liz looks way less scared. Thanks, Blondie.

Liz

Maria sure seemed to be OK. In fact, she was strangely happy. "Maria, you're telling this story with gusto. It sure seems as if you remember being collared," she paused to lower her voice, "tied up, and punished as, well, fun."

Maria smiled, the smile she used when teasing Liz (or her kids, or Luis--Maria liked to tease people).

"Is this just a hot story you're telling to shock me? Maria?!"

Maria's smile broadened. "No, actually I'm telling it exactly as it happened, or at least how I remember it. I like that you think it's hot, though. Just be patient until I get to the good parts."

"The good parts?" Liz struggled momentarily for words. "You stopped at the point where," pause to lower her voice again, "you were about to be paddled over this 'Master's' knee, while out of your mind with drug-induced lust."

"OK, fair point, Liz. That is a good part. Just wait, though." She paused, took a sip of coffee. (Liz found herself drinking, too, without thinking.)

"The paddling wasn't nearly as bad, in terms of pain, as the punishment shock. Each blow hurt, but it was a sharp pain that faded quickly. I could hear the loud 'Smack!' sounds, feel the sting, and then I was waiting for the next one. Any other time, it might have been degrading, humiliating. This time, I was so stimulated, so out of control sexually, that every blow fanned the flames of desire in me. I didn't count the blows, but there were enough! When Master was done, I was weeping. And also trying to hump his legs even as he struck me. Tears ran down my nose and dropped onto the floor. Finally, when he was done, he slid me to the floor at his feet."

"I was helpless. With my ankles locked at an angle like that and my hands tied to my stomach, I could just about roll around like a turtle on her back. Master chuckled, and the vibrations of his voice seemed to be happening right in my belly. My thigh muscles were twitching, and straining to bring my legs together, but of course Master had expected that and I was tied much too skillfully to stimulate myself, unless he let me.

"I didn't even realize I was begging." Maria was speaking quietly, and slowly, looking directly at Liz, eyes unfocused, attention in the past. Her face was just a bit pink under the foundation, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her pupils were dilated.

I'm so focused on Maria I noticed a tiny change in her pupils. This

is

a hot story.

"I just heard a voice, saying 'Please Master, I need you, please master please master...'" At first I didn't recognize my own voice, but it was me. Just babbling about my need, with no self-control, no dignity, no restraint. 'I need you, Master, I need you so much, please Master, take me Master.'"

"Even that very self-controlled man couldn't resist that kind of pleading. He picked me up and plopped me on the bed, just dropped me a couple of feet onto it. I remember the feel of his arms under me, his strong chest against my side as he cradled me, the exhilaration of the fall. That little fall, just a tiny drop onto a soft bed, was more exciting than any roller coaster." She was smiling a different smile this time, a happy remembering smile. Liz could see a rapid pulse beating in the side of her neck. Her breathing was fast and uneven, catching on the inhalations. She was so excited, just remembering... Liz was suddenly, weirdly jealous of Maria for having such an overpowering experience.

Maria

Surfacing from that sweet memory, Maria saw Liz's wide eyes focused tightly on her, the flush, the beads of perspiration on Liz's upper lip, her taut, leaning-forward posture. Liz wasn't upset or frightened any more. She was into the story.

"He dropped me face-down. I immediately started humping the mattress. It was just what I was doing. I had less control over that than I did over my heartbeat. He quickly flipped me onto my back (and I instantly focused on his dick, hanging there above me). Then he kissed me, lip-to-lip, and all I could feel were his lips on mine. Seconds ago, all I felt was desire and the pain in my ass, but when the Master kissed me all I knew was him, was his touch. He took my mouth with his tongue, sucked my upper lip into his mouth oh, so gently. He made love to my mouth with more attention than some men would spend on a woman's whole body. I was suddenly aware again that I was writhing in my bondage, trying desperately to touch

him

, but he had prevented that completely. One hand on my belly was enough to pin me completely. That hand began to feel very warm and important and close to the place I truly needed him to touch. As soon as he drew back from my mouth I was begging again, without thought, my need pouring out of me: 'Please take me Master please please I need you inside me please please...'"