Lauren's Story
Lauren lived at No.6, on the ironically named 'Paradise Gardens', the name coming from the farm which had previously occupied the site. It was a small rented housing estate of three short terraces around a square of rough grass where feral dogs chased round in packs. A few residents had claimed the open plan areas and created flower borders in front of their properties, but most had left them unloved. A couple of spindly shrubs had been planted alongside the concrete path leading up to Lauren's door which was still framed with Christmas lights.
There didn't seem to be a bell, so Hannah knocked on the flaking wooden door, but it was Emily who opened it and ushered her into the lounge. The room was larger than she had expected, but it smelt stale and musty as if it hadn't been aired for months. The rest of the group were already there, seated on a motley collection of chairs with their outdoor coats heaped in the far corner.
Lauren was in the kitchen making tea and coffee. Her partner had been parcelled off to the pub and her twins were already asleep upstairs. She had a slight willowy figure which one of the group had described, rather unkindly, as 'scrawny'. She certainly didn't try to make the best of her features, dressing in a miscellaneous assortment of clothing. Her ink black hair, nose piercing and heavy mascara harked back to the 'goth' scene, of which she and her boyfriend had apparently been enthusiastic members. She came into the room wearing black faux leather trousers, boots and a flounced white blouse. She put the trayful of coffee down on the small table and handed the mugs round. She sat down, smiled nervously, and began in her rather nasal tone.
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I met Andrew at school. We had just moved into the area and I joined his class. He wasn't like the other lads. He was dark and intriguing. His pale skin and black hair gave him a natural 'goth look' and he played on this, wearing as much eye shadow and chunky jewellery as he could get away with at school. I was curious and started to hang out with him. I think the other girls had been warned off, but I yearned to explore my darker side.
I started to powder my face and use mascara and an eyebrow pencil. I chose clothes with black lace and buckles. He took me to parties which were really wild. Girls in black corsets, collars and torn fishnets. Guys with close cropped hair, piercings and combat boots. I'd never seen anything like it. It was amazing.
The sex was pretty adventurous as well. We would try various locations; initially remote or hidden spots, woods or dark alleys. But as the risk heightened our exhilaration, we choose places where we knew we would get caught; public carparks or bus shelters. The look of shock on people's faces thrilled us and we would grab our clothes and chase off laughing into the night.
We calmed down a little once we left school and got jobs. We rented a flat and started experimenting with different sexual positions. We got hold of a well-thumbed copy of the 'Kama Sutra' and tried that out. Some positions were impossible to get into, never mind holding them for ten minutes or so. We always seemed to finish up giggling in a heap.
"Have you seen this?" Andy asked one evening coming in from work. He slid a DVD across the table. The cover featured the rear view of a woman bending over in a short black skirt and seamed stockings. It was called 'Secretary'. I'd never heard of the film, but I had an inkling that one of Andy's mates must have told him about it. After dinner we settled down together on the couch to watch. It followed the relationship of a submissive secretary and her dominating boss who indulged in various BDSM activities. Andy clearly found it very arousing and I was mildly turned on as well. We didn't talk about it much afterwards, but I guess we both had it on our minds over the following days. A week or so later, he mentioned it again and said he would like us to try some bondage. I was willing to give it a go so, that Saturday, I bought some black silk ribbons and some scented baby oil.
Andy volunteered be tied up first, which surprised me. He removed the duvet while I brought though an armful of towels from the bathroom to lay over the bed. He then stripped off completely and lay in the centre. I tied the ribbons round his wrists before securing them to the metal rails of the headboard. He would have been able to drag his hands out of the ties if he had really wanted to, but I guess they served their purpose. I undressed and knelt at his side. Dribbling the oil on to his chest, I started to give him a massage. He had very little hair, just in his armpits and groin, and the oil made his skin shine like porcelain. As my hands skated over his more sensitive areas, I noticed the first stirrings of his arousal.
I began to kiss him, starting with his lips and gradually moving down his body, letting my long hair softly brush over his skin. The oil smelt of sweet sandalwood, quite sensuous. I moved round the bed to come at him from the other side. I leant forward and dangled my breasts in his face so that he could just reach my nipples with his outstretched tongue. The anticipation was starting to get me excited.
I looked at his erect cock. It didn't stand vertically, but at more of an angle towards his head. After avoiding it for so long, I finally knelt between his legs and took it in my hand and began to stroke it. Andy looked at me and moaned. I took it in my mouth and wrapped my tongue around it.
"Yes. Yes," Andy groaned, starting to pull at his ties. It excited me to have this effect on him. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and gave him my large eyes look as I bobbed up and down.
At this point I decided to mount him. I crawled round to straddle his waist and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I started steadily, gradually quickening as I got used to it inside me. I found that I could adjust the pace and depth and angle of my hips to control my arousal. Andy was getting close to an orgasm. He was straining his hips upwards to meet me. I accelerated my rocking motion, lifting up my butt and slamming it back down on his member. We were both gasping until finally, we climaxed together.
We reversed roles the next night. I enjoyed Andy taking pleasure from my body whilst I was tied and I found the feeling of helpless expectancy extremely arousing.
We decided to go the whole hog and buy a restraint kit with Velcro cuffs, blindfold and a paddle. We tried the paddle but neither of us enjoyed that. The blindfold definitely heightened the other senses. We combined the bondage with role play, acting out various erotic scenarios from the book which came with the kit. We kept going at it like rabbits all through that spring.
That year my birthday fell on a Friday. Andy woke me with a kiss and a small black jewellery box. Inside was a pair of earrings shaped in a string of silver droplets. They were beautiful.
"They're exquisite," I said, pulling him over for a hug.
"Would you wear them this evening?" he asked. "I've booked for us to go out somewhere special."
"Of course," I replied. "Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise. I want the whole evening to be a real eye-opener for you."
I was intrigued. I pestered him over the breakfast table but he refused to say any more. My excitement increased throughout the day as I wondered what he had planned. My shift at the hospital ended late and Andy was already home and showered by the time I got back. The house was pervaded by a sweet perfume from a bunch of white roses he had arranged in a vase. I flung my arms around him and gave him a long loving kiss.
"We don't need to leave until eight," he said, "so you've still got time to get yourself ready."
Obediently, I trotted off for a bath. I had a deep relaxing soak, enjoying the anticipation and wondering what to wear. It was difficult to decide when I didn't know where we were going. I eventually emerged, wrapped myself in a towel and padded through to the bedroom.
Andy had dressed in a crimson shirt with black embroidery and a lace-up V-neckline. He was also wearing his black velvet regency trousers with riding boots. "I thought it would be nice if you could wear this tonight." He had laid out my black satin evening dress with sheer lace sleeves on the bed. He'd also picked out my gothic lace chocker that had been a long-time favourite.
This was going to be fun. We hadn't worn our 'goth' gear for ages. I slipped back into the bathroom to apply my black lipstick and eyeshadow.
It was a warm summer evening and he said that we could walk. It turned out that he had reserved a table for two at 'The Old Station House' just beyond the village. As its name implied, it had once been the railway station, but when the line closed, it was converted to a hostelry. You could still make out the line of the track snaking around the contours of the valley. It had recently been taken over by new owners who had it completely refurbished and converted to fine dining with prices to match. I wondered what they would make of our attire. It was a little like stepping back into our old days of trying to shock.
The restaurant was already pretty full when we got there and we certainly turned a few heads when we entered. However, the head waiter, in his dinner jacket and starched shirt, didn't bat an eyelid. He smiled and led us to our table which was set in a sunny bay window, a little apart from the rest. We skipped starters and ordered a bottle of champagne. Andy opted for the salmon while I had the vegetarian risotto.
"I want to step things up a level." he said as we were waiting for the sweet course. "In bed." I was a bit taken aback and asked what he meant. He wouldn't say, wanting to keep it a surprise, but he asked if I trusted him.
"Of course," I assured him. I was going to interrogate him some more but just at that moment the waiter arrived with the desserts.
I must admit, it made me a little apprehensive and I wondered what he was thinking of; clamps, spiked wheels or a gag? He knew I didn't enjoy any physical pain like spanking. He wouldn't go as far as that. Or would he?
We walked home around dusk and I went upstairs to get undressed. I picked out my black negligee and slipped into to the bathroom. I followed my usual bedtime routine, but tonight I decided to spoil myself with body lotion. I was pleased with the fragrance and the glow it gave my skin. Still wearing the choker and my new earrings, I slipped my gown on and went back into the bedroom.
Andy had lit the candles and their flickering light gave the room a warm romantic look. He had also brought the roses up and some soft classical music was playing on the CD player. He had removed the duvet and most of the pillows and set up the bondage restraints. There was a black blindfold lying on the single white pillow at the head of the bed, but nothing else.
"Is this it? I asked.
He nodded before fitting the blindfold over my eyes, checking that there was no chink of light entering. I was more relaxed and happier to surrender control to him. I groped for the edge of the bed. The sheet felt crisp and freshly laundered. I crawled to the centre, turned over and lay on my back with my head on the pillow. He gently pulled my hands to the corners of the bed and secured my wrists in the cuffs, but tonight, he left my ankles free. The mattress sagged slightly as he stretched out beside me. He kissed me softly on the lips and I arched upwards to press my mouth to his. I could still taste a tang of lemon lingering from the tart he had eaten. I felt his hands caressing me through the soft sheer fabric. I flexed my fingers, longing to touch his body.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "I love you so much. Do you remember the safe word?"
