A Little Bit of Kink (FF, FFFF, BDSM, mostly cons.)
By Gina Regetti (aagina@hotmail.com) (comments welcome)
It took us much longer to get her door open than it might have otherwise, but it was hard for Diana to manage the key with our fingers and lips all over each other. Our passion had been steadily mounting ever since we'd met in the bar earlier that evening, and now that we were this close to being alone in her apartment it was difficult to wait. Moments earlier, as we'd ridden the elevator to the 10th floor, the passage had been spent in our first searing kiss, as Diana had suddenly pushed me up against the wall of the compartment, kissing me hard on the lips, her tongue pushing into me as I felt her fingers reaching up under my skirt and down the front of my panties. When the door chimed, she'd turned and walked away, leaving me stunned and breathless. I'd only just managed to get out the door before it closed. I'd tried to return the gesture at her doorway, showing her that I could be the aggressor too, but it didn't happen. She was taller and stronger than I was, and again I found myself being pushed up hard against the wall, he knee pressing roughly between my legs. I was feeling very intimidated by her and a little uncertain that I was doing a smart thing.
If I'd made a mistake, though, it was going to be hard turning back now. I hadn't been this turned on in a long time. In fact, it had been horniness that drove me to the lesbian bar in the first place. It had been three years since I had gone there, and the last time I'd been with several friends. This time I was alone, and hoping to hook up with someone.
But the night had been disappointing. The place was very different than I remembered it. When I arrived, there were only a few other women sitting at the bar. In the corner sat a trio of unpleasant-looking women, roughly dressed and sporting prominent tattoos and piercings. They were mannish-looking, and clearly leaning in the bull dyke direction. Not my scene at all. I ordered a gin and tonic, but it had not even arrived yet when the first of them made their passing approach.
"Let me get that for ya, honey," she said, leaning in a little too close. I winced and shook my head, trying to decline as politely as possible. "Wassa matter, baby? Think you're too good for me. Cute young red-haired thing like you? You look like you could use some of this." She grabbed herself lewdly. I ignored her, and finally she went away. I sipped my drink, and counted the minutes until I could get up and leave. Then one of the other girls at the bar sidled over and introduced herself.
Her name was Cindy, and we talked for a bit, but it quickly became clear that we shared no interests. The conversation lagged, and I found myself trying to imagine if I could really picture myself leaving with her. This was ridiculous, I thought. I am so out of here.
But as I was getting ready to pay, someone walked in that immediately caught my eye. She was tall, dark-haired, and very attractive, with a full sensual mouth. She was older than me, I could tell. I'm twenty-four, and this woman looked to be at least ten years older. But she was very powerful looking, and exuded a kind of strength that I found myself drawn to immediately. She saw me looking and she never looked elsewhere once our eyes met. She walked directly to bar, and said, "I'm buying you a drink," and I could only nod.
Her name was Diana, and up close she was even more stunning. She didn't sit, and I found myself stealing glances at her well-toned body. She had on killer black pumps, open-toed, with long stiletto heels, and a tight short black leather skirt. On top, she wore only a black leather halter, and I found myself staring at her tightly muscled stomach. I asked her how she got so fit.
"I do a lot of exercising," she said. "I'm also a Jazzercise instructor. It's done wonders for my stamina." Something in the way she said made me think immediately of sex, and suddenly I found I could very much picture leaving with her tonight. It didn't take long for her to suggest that very thing.
Which explained how we found ourselves now inside her apartment, with me undergoing another of her oral assaults. When our lips broke free again I was gasping.
"Whew," I said. "It's been a long time."
"Yes," Diana said simply. "I could tell that. Take off your clothes." Just like that. It sounded almost like a command and I found myself obeying, and wanting to obey. She stared at me hungrily as I stripped, and I blushed as I realized she was making no move to remove her own clothes. When I was naked, she made no attempt to touch me but merely walked around me slowly, feasting on me with her eyes. I felt more naked than I ever had, like she was stripping more away with her gaze. She stopped behind me and I could feel her hot breath near my ear. Suddenly her fingers were on my nipples, as she reached around me from behind. I groaned as she rolled them, at first gently and then more roughly. She pinched them, and then started stretching them out, pulling them away from my body. I winced. Then she released them and they snapped back into place.
"You know," she sighed into my ear, "we really don't know anything about each other." I'd been thinking the same thing, and suddenly I was feeling more than a little nervous. Then, again without warning, I felt her fingers reaching up between my legs from behind. I was too shocked to resist as she pushed them into my wet slit. She laughed dryly. "Mmm. I know one thing, though. You're really wet. You're loving this." It was too obvious to deny. She walked around in front of me. She'd removed her top, and I found myself staring at her nipples, which were like angry points just inches from my mouth. I licked my lips, and she saw me. "We'll have time for that later, my dear. Right now, I need your safe word."
"My, um, what?" I croaked nervously.
"Your safe word." With her wearing heels and me standing on just my bare feet, she loomed over me. She waited expectantly.
"I - I don't think I know what you mean." I was being honest.
"Don't tell me you've never done a scene before. You're a born sub if ever I saw one."
"A scene?" I was feeling very stupid. She looked annoyed.
"My dear, surely you must realize. I am a domme. A mistress. I get pleasure out of bringing subs like you into my home and giving them the fucking they deserve. Among other thingsÉ" she said, and her voice trailed away, leaving those other things mostly unsaid. "Some of those things may involve pain. I will test your limits. And we will see how well you behave. Right now you are behaving very stupidly." She paused, but I just stood there blinking. "Very well. I see I will have to train you from the ground up. Your safe word will be something that you would not ordinarily say. If we get to a point where you feel you cannot stand what I am doing to you, and that you simply cannot go on, you have only to say the safe word and I will stop. But," she added, leaning closer to me for emphasis, "if we stop, we really stop. You will get dressed and leave. We will never see each other again. And you will truly be missing something. Do you understand?"
I nodded, biting my lip anxiously. "Pepper," I finally said.
"Good," she answered, her voice almost a purr. "Then we can begin." She leaned forward and caught my right nipple between her lips, stretching it out slightly with a suctioning pull, then using her tongue just on the tip. It felt wonderful, and I could feel myself getting wet as she worked her magic. But then Diana opened her mouth wider, sucking in the area around my nipple. I felt her teeth, first just tugging gently, then actually biting into me. It started to hurt, and I told her so.
She broke away, with a wet popping sound. "It's supposed to hurt, my pet. That's the last time I am going to allow you to speak without permission. There will be no further warnings."
I almost laughed, she sounded so theatrical, but something told me I had better take this seriously. She started in on my left nipple, giving it the same treatment. This time I was ready for the teeth, and merely gritted my teeth when she bit into me. She repeated her actions twice more, going back to my right nipple, then my left, then right, and left again. By this time, my nipples were puffy and red, but harder than I could ever remember them before. She finally released them and stood back to look at me again. I shivered as my eyes met hers. It was like she was sizing me up or something, and it made me very nervous.
She started to walk around behind me, but before she had gotten all the way around, she slapped me--as hard as she could, or so it seemed--right on the cheeks of my buttock. Since I had not been expecting the blow, I involuntarily cried out, and reached behind me to shield my ass from her stinging hand.
"Remove your hands," she said coldly, and I found myself obeying her. "Reach out in front of you and take hold of that bookcase." I did what she asked, knowing what was coming next. Again, she spanked me very hard, and this time I managed to only whimper slightly. I felt her hands rubbing all over my naked behind, now burning with the pain of her blow, and then she began spanking me lightly, with just her fingertips. I felt her little taps moving all over my behind, even up into the crack, and I was surprised by how good it felt. Then she slapped me hard again, and I groaned with pain. She kept this up for at least ten minutes, until I was sobbing. Then, just when I felt that I had to use my safe word to stop the torture, it ended. I felt the coolness of her leather skirt pressing up against my burning ass, felt her reach around me to cup my breasts tenderly, and felt her hot breath near my ear.
"You've done well, so far, my pet. I think we're both warmed up now. Ready for a little play time."
Meekly, shaken by the spanking, I let her lead me into the bedroom. I was not surprised to see restraints attached to the four corners of her bed. Without being told, I lay down on my back, allowing her to fit the velcro restraints about my wrists and ankles. She pulled them tight, then a little bit more, so that I was both immobile and spread wide. She came over beside the bed, and I found myself staring at her naked tits. Her exertion had brought out a lovely sheen of perspiration on her, and I longed to lick the sweat from the cleft between her breasts. She watched me as she undid her skirt and let it fall. She wore nothing underneath, and her pussy was shaven clean. As I watched, entranced, she reached down between her legs and spread her lips open, so that I could see how aroused she was. She swung her legs over me then, and sat down on my stomach. I moaned involuntarily as I felt her wetness come in contact with my bare skin, and then she took hold of my nipples again, and began playing with them, tugging them and letting them go, then grabbing them again. It was rough, but it felt good too, and I had a feeling that the sex that was going to come was going to be the same way. She leaned over and kissed me fiercely on the mouth, and I opened up to let her tongue inside. For several minutes we stayed like that. It was almost like she was raping me with her tongue, except that I was allowing her to do whatever she desired.
Then she slid lower, and I realized she was going to eat me. I waited, breathlessly, for the feel of her tongue on my clit or pussy, but it did not come. What are you waiting for? I longed to cry out, but didn't dare. I could feel her hot breath on me, but nothing else, like she was trying to torture me in a different way. I heard a faint rustling sound then, something I could not identify, then--at last!--could feel the hot tip of her tongue right on my clitoris. But it was gone just as suddenly.
I moaned in frustration. Suddenly, though, I became aware of an entirely different sensation, focussed exclusively on my pulsing clitoris. It was like a slight burn, then a tingle, then like a thousand sparks going off all at once. Then I saw Diana's head pop up, with a wide grin on her lips. She held up a small package for me to see. Lost in the ecstatic sensations I was feeling, it took me a moment to identify that it was a package of Pop Rocks, a fizzy candy that I had not had since I was a kid. And I had certainly never enjoyed them this way. She stuck another in her mouth, and leaned over to suck my left nipple in too. I could feel the fizz working all around my nipple as her tongue swirled. Then she did the same with my other nipple, and I heard a deep satisfied groan. It came from me. I was going insane with lust, but she was just getting started. She placed several of the small pellets in a mound around my clit, and put her mouth right above them, letting a large pool of drool spill out of her mouth and onto the mound. It was like touching a match to a bonfire. I began bucking on the bed, my ass bouncing as the candy tingled and burned on my most sensitive parts.
Then she rolled around on top of my body, causing my arms and legs to stretch painfully in their restraints, and placed herself so that her pussy--wet, shaved, and oh-so-inviting--was poised right above my mouth. She stayed like that for a few moments, as if giving me a chance to relish the look and smell of her sex before allowing me a taste. Then she slid back, and I found my mouth filled with her soft, moist folds.
At the same moment, her own mouth descended on my pussy, her fingers peeling back my lips so her tongue could roam freely in the intimate caverns of my sex. I groaned passionately, but the sound only translated to a muffled vibration inside of Diana, as she rocked herself slowly on top of me. This was heaven, I thought to myself, despite my lingering discomfort and fear, and I gave myself in completely to the lust that had built up inside of me for too long. In just moments, I felt myself climaxing, yet that only seemed to spur Diana on to make me cum again, and then once more. I could only try to match what she was doing, but it seemed impossible to bring her the same level of pleasure. Still, I was pleased to be able to bring her to one orgasm, strong enough to make her lift her head for a moment and cry out.
Then I found myself alone on the bed, gasping for air, my body coated now in love sweat. Diana was standing next to me, looking at me with a kind of half-smile. I wondered what she had in mind. I didn't have long to wait.
Opening the drawer of her nightstand, she took out a blindfold, like the kind that people wear when they want to block out light for sleeping. She put it over my eyes, and I found myself in total darkness. Again, fear welled up inside of me. I longed to ask her what she was doing, what was coming next. But I didn't dare. The memory of the spanking she had given me kept my mouth closed. I strained my ears, trying to catch some clue. I heard her walk out of the room, heard the clink of a glass. Was she getting a drink? Then silence for a bit. I began to wonder how long I would have to wait. Then I heard her footsteps approaching, and felt her sit on the edge of the bed. I heard beeps, and it took me only a moment to identify them as the tones of a cell phone. I heard the dial tone dimly through the receiver, then a muffled voice as someone picked up.
"Caroline? It's Diana. Are you busy? No? Good. I wonder if you could come down here. I've got a new little plaything here that I think you would love."
What? My mind was racing. Was Diana really inviting some stranger over while I was tied up? I was stunned, and I was scared. I started to speak, but Diana must have been watching me closely, because she clamped her hand sharply down over my mouth.
"No kidding? Martha is there with you right now? Well, bring her along. We'll have a lovely little party. What? Oh sure. That's fine. Bring any toys you'd like." Then I heard her click the phone to hang up.
Diana took her hand away. I suddenly felt her hot breath on my cheek. "I'll bet you're really wondering what you've gotten yourself into, hmm?" She kissed me, as tender and sweet a kiss as I have ever felt. "Do not worry, my pet. I will be here, and these are very trusted friends. But I promise you, what you are about to experience is something that few people ever get a chance to have. Total, mind-blowing sex." She chuckled and just then I heard the buzzer for her door. "Ah, my friends have arrived," Diana said. "They only live upstairs."
She stood and I heard her go answer the door. She greeted the others, and I heard them kissing one another. Then they all came into the room where I was.
"Oh, my!" I heard a voice exclaim. "She is a sweet young thing. Presented just the way I like, too. Bound and helpless!" They all laughed. "God, I could spend all night eating my way through that red-haired pussy!"
"Oh, she's very tasty, I can assure you," Diana said, chuckling as she spoke.
The other woman must have walked around the bed, because I heard her speak from close by. "I'll feast on these lovely titties. Such great nipples." I gasped with erotic shock as the woman suddenly engulfed my left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it hard, then releasing it to lash at it with her tongue.
"You two get started," I heard Diana say. "I'm going to get your strap-on, Caroline. That big mother."
I could only wonder what Diana considered "big." I heard the other two women pulling off their clothes. One of them--I think it was Caroline--said "It's been too long since I've had sex with a pretty young thing like this. I've got to get me a taste of that pussy." And even as she spoke, I felt her hands lightly pushing against my inner thighs, as her hot tongue descended on my clit. I groaned, and pushed myself up against her. "Mmmmph," Caroline mumbled, now working at the folds of my pussy. "She's an eager one, I'll give Diana that."
"I'll say," agreed Martha, and then I felt her go to work on my aching nipples, now laving the right one with her wonderful tongue, while tweaking the left with her nimble fingers. Before long, I was moaning uncontrollably as the two women played me like an instrument. Caroline was now finger-fucking me with fingers that felt both slender and long. She had a delicious way of thrusting them deep inside, up to the knuckle, then curling them back toward her while her tongue moved in rapid flicks across my clitoris. Each time she did this, spasms would course out from my g-spot, and my butt would start bouncing on the bed. This caused both women to purr with delight, and attack me once again.
"My, my, my, what a lovely sight," I heard Diana say, as she came back in the room. "You two are going to wear her out."
"Oh I think there's plenty to go around," Martha said, kissing me hard on the mouth. I responded with all the lust and passion I could.
"I need to get this wet before I fuck her," Diana said. "Do I hear any volunteers?"
"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" Caroline answered, and they all giggled. Diana must have taken up her challenge, because Caroline paused for a moment in eating me. There were some odd noises, then she grunted hard, and I realized that Diana must be fucking her. Caroline gasped. "God. It's always a bit of a shock how huge that thing is," she exclaimed.
"I think it's time our pet got to meet you both," Diana said, and a moment later I was blinking in the bright light of the room as Martha pulled off my blindfold. She was a pretty brunette woman, with a nicely proportioned body, a bit fleshy but very attractive. I was immediately drawn to her very full, sensual mouth, and she leaned down to kiss me again. "I'm Martha," she said, when we breathlessly parted lips.
"Janine," I said, smiling.
Martha moved aside so I could look down between my legs. All I could see of Caroline's face at the moment was her nose and her smiling blue eyes, since her tongue was buried deep in my pussy. I smiled back at her, admiring her Scandinavian looks. She had lovely blonde hair, close-cropped like a man's. On her naked back I could see the radial tattoo of a huge Aztec-style sun. She was raised up on her knees and Diana was slowly fucking her with the largest dildo I had ever seen, a thick black monster. Caroline was loving it, though, and I knew that I was next.
"You must be Caroline," I said, and she raised her face up, shiny with my juices, and nodded.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance. You taste great." We all laughed.
"Is Janine wet enough, Caroline?"
"If she gets any wetter we're going to need an ark," Caroline replied, setting off more laughter. With a wet plop, Diana extracted the dildo from her pussy, and Caroline moved to one side. She and Martha both reached down, running their fingers up and down my slit, then helped open me as Diana put the massive dildo at the entrance to my pussy.
"This will be the first real fucking of your life," Diana promised, staring at me with her hypnotic eyes. Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to be fucked by this mysterious, powerful woman, and I smiled as she began feeding the dildo into my hungry pussy. I could feel it struggling to expand to accommodate the massive tool, and Diana had to make several thrusts back and forth before I would open up and accept it. Sweat broke out on my body once more as I felt her enter me, claim her body as her own. Then something popped or gave way, some final bit of resistant flesh, and she was inside me, the huge instrument buried in me. I groaned and my thighs, still attached to the bedposts, trembled with the strain. Diana held position, holding her own taut body effortlessly suspended over mine on her powerful forearms, gazing lovingly into my eyes. The other two women took up position on either side of me, and I was only dimly aware of their heads lowering in unison to suckle at my breasts.
Then Diana began to fuck me, yet the term had suddenly become so incomplete to describe what she was actually doing to me. Never had I felt anything like this, not with the dozens of male partners I had had through my teen and college years. This was a true, soul-changing fuck, partly born with the awesome size of the dildo, but mostly emanating from the relentless speed and stamina that Diana was able to call on. The woman was insatiable, a true fucking machine, with a capacity molded through countless hours of exercise and practice. Within minutes, I felt my body spasming in orgasm, but she was only getting started, building me up again and again to climax without ever slowly her pace. I began feeling the juices running in a steady stream down my crack, oozing out around the sides of the fuck tool and dribbling down the cheeks of my ass. Several times, Caroline and Martha moved down to lap them up, and then they would return to their oral assault on my nipples. I cannot honestly say how many times I came. I only know that eventually, my body-- tortured with pleasure--could take no more, and I passed out completely.
I did not wake until late the next morning, and when I did, the others were gone. I was untied, lying naked in the sheets. Beside me on the bed was a single rose and a note.
It read:
Janine--
Caroline and Martha have asked whether they would be seeing you again. I told them that I expected you would want to be moving in with me, to begin your new life as my slave. I have some things to attend to today, and you, of course, will want to get your things together. I'll expect you at six. The others will be joining us for dinner--and dessert--to welcome you properly. I can't wait to see what you fix. There's shopping money on the dresser.
--Mistress Diana
I smiled at the note, written with Diana's peculiarly assured tone. I knew what she herself seemed to know all along. I would have to hurry if I wanted to get all my things and be back in time to fix supper.
--The End--