Turning out her light, she tried to drift off to sleep. Eventually she slept, more from exhaustion than relaxation, and again when she awoke, and realized her radio had been playing for over 10 minutes before she had groggily rolled over to hit the snooze button. Her morning disappeared in a blur of commuting, work, clients and chatting with colleagues. One of the partners in her firm had commented that he had never seen her look so happy and relaxed. “Somebody must be taking charge of you,” he joked.
Natalie did not reply but just smiled and winked at him as she turned and walked away before sending a text to her friend, Jo-Anne. We need to talk. The usual place at 5?
Do I need to bring spare panties as you regale me with your debauchery? Jo-Anne replied.
Probably best to bring two pairs.
Surprisingly, the afternoon flew by and before she knew it Natalie found herself in her favorite booth preparing to share her most intimate secrets with her trusted friend. Before long, Jo-Anne approached the table. Natalie looked up, but before she could say a word Jo-Anne said in a somewhat lilting and mocking voice reminiscent of a scene from the movie Miss Congeniality, “Sir James has fuuuucked you. He’s made you lovvvvve him.”
Natalie burst out laughing at her friend’s irreverence and beckoned her to take a seat. “You don’t know the half of it, and you probably won’t believe it when I tell you.”
“Try me. I’m all ears.”
Natalie commenced replaying her evening, from the clothes she was wearing, to every other little detail. It wasn’t long before Jo-Anne’s mouth was agape as every sordid detail emerged. At a suitable pause in Natalie’s narrative, just after she had finished the bit about her peeling off her jumpsuit and being led into the bedroom, Jo-Anne said, “Oh, you slut! Why am I living my sex life vicariously through you? Go on. Actually, show me how he held you and led you into the bedroom.”
They stood and Natalie told Jo-Anne to put her hands behind her back and without making too much of a spectacle, Natalie positioned herself behind Jo-Anne and slipped her arm through Jo-Anne’s, pinioning them. She pulled them tightly against her while at the same time pulling her slightly off balance just like Sir James had done. Then with her mouth near Jo-Anne’s ear and making her voice as deep and as husky as she could, “And now you are mine, Jo-Anne. I will take you to my dungeon and teach you all about what being a slut is.” She then took a couple of steps, forcing Jo-Anne along with her. Jo-Anne seemed surprised at how helpless the hold made her feel.
“Oh my God. That is so fucking hot,” Jo-Anne gasped. Natalie then released her and as she did so she noticed two men looking at both of them, obviously intrigued by what had just taken place. Jo-Anne did not notice them as she staggered back into the booth with a shocked look on her face. She had no idea that her small audience had just enjoyed a perfect view of her breasts being forced to stand out as her arms were pinioned and that her enjoyment was plain to see as her nipples did their best to push through the cups of her bra. Natalie simply looked back at them, brushed her hands together as she smiled and winked at them before she resumed her seat.
“You look like you need a break and a fresh drink, Jo.”
“Y… yes. I need something. Maybe a drink will do it. Maybe I should go and change my panties. Don’t you dare lose track of where we are in your story.”
“Keep your panties on. It only gets better from here,” she said as she headed off towards the bar, aware that the two men who had watched her little performance seconds before were still admiring her and passing comments back and forth. She made sure she put a bit more of a wiggle in her walk and as she was passing them, she smiled and licked her lips without saying a word.
When she returned, Jo-Anne had regained her composure and Natalie proceeded to relate the walk to the bedroom and what she saw when they got there, describing the sling in great detail. She now had the benefit of having seen it close up and having been in it. She recalled things she had not noticed when she first laid eyes upon it. As she talked about the leather, the chains, the chrome clips and the D-rings, she could feel her own excitement building once again. She became aware that her voice was drifting as she spoke.
“Hey! Stay focused here. It is me who is supposed to be getting the picture here. I can see that you are not just telling me about it, you are fully reliving it. It should be good when you get to the orgasm. It will be like the scene from ‘When Harry met Sally’ and Meg Ryan simulates the orgasm in the restaurant. That should liven the place up a bit.” She laughed aloud at her own joke while Natalie just looked at her with a faraway look in her eyes.
As she told Jo-Anne about the initial fitting of the cuffs and collar, she was holding her wrists out and going through the motions. The excitement of what she had felt at the time was only amplified as she regaled her friend with the details. The experience was as exciting for her as it was cathartic. She explained how her ankles were hoisted and her legs separated as the cuffs were secured to the chains, not conscious of opening her legs wide as she was describing it. When she got to the point where Sir James had slipped his hand through the waist band of her panties and inserted his finger into her wet and very willing pussy, she felt something come to rest against her vulva. She was a little shocked as she realized Jo-Anne had removed her shoe and lifted one of her feet, bringing it to rest right between Natalie’s legs. She paused, looking at her friend with a what-the-hell-are-you-doing look. Jo-Anne met her gaze and smiled.
“Go on, Natalie.”
A little self-consciously, Natalie continued her tale. As things got raunchier, she found Jo-Anne moving her toes around a little. “You feel nearly as wet as me, Natalie, and I can understand why.” Natalie continued, and as she did, she saw Jo-Anne’s hand drift down between her legs. “I can feel him inside me,” she said as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. This was nearly too much for Natalie as she scanned the wine bar to see if anyone could see what was happening. Nobody was paying them any attention and even if they were, there was nothing to be seen as the tablecloth gave them sufficient privacy.
When Natalie got to the part of the story where Sir James was sliding his cock up and down her hot, wet pussy, Jo-Anne suddenly stopped. She leaned across the table and said, “I think I need to change my panties. Follow me to the bathroom. I want you to assist me.” Although they had been friends for more years than Natalie cared to remember, they had never really ‘gotten off’ together. Of course as young teens they had explored their bodies together and talked about ‘doing it’ but it was typical girl talk. They had never progressed past the point of practice kisses and a lot of talk about things that they really knew precious little about at that stage.
Now however, they were both mature and experienced women and because of Natalie’s need to talk about her developing relationship, they were both about as aroused as one can be without humping the edge of the table. Natalie felt unsure of what to do, however, Jo-Anne had not given her a choice. She had given her a specific instruction and Natalie found herself responding exactly the way she did when Sir James told her to do something. She felt compelled to put up an argument, but ultimately she knew she was prepared to obey.
“But, Jo. I can’t be squeezing into a cubicle with you to…”
“Natalie! You will do as you are told. You spend all this time telling me about your sordid adventures, questioning whether the relationship is right or wrong, and you have no feeling about what it is doing to me.” Jo-Anne reached into her handbag and withdrew a clean pair of lace panties and handed them across the table to Natalie who, while looking shocked, quickly took them and tucked them down inside her top. Without allowing further discussion, Jo-Anne left the table. As she turned to walk away, she pointed down behind her and simply said, “Come.”
Her mind in turmoil, Natalie quickly stood and followed her friend to the bathroom. This time as she passed the two men, who had earlier been watching them, she averted their gaze as she hurried to catch up.
When they
entered the bathroom, Natalie was relieved to find it empty. Jo-Anne entered the first stall before turning and beckoning Natalie to follow. Self-consciously, Natalie looked around to make sure there was nobody there to see what she was about to do and then followed Jo into the stall. Jo had seated herself on the toilet pan, spreading her legs so that Natalie could fit in and then still be able to close the door. As she turned the lock Jo-Anne rose and, putting her arms around Natalie, hugged her tightly as she ground her crotch on Natalie’s thigh.
“Oh God! I think I am going to explode,” she panted urgently.
Although Natalie was highly aroused from having related most of her adventure to her friend and confidante, things had now taken a turn that she was not comfortable with. She was nervous and had tensed up. Before she could decide where she was going to let this turn of events take her, Jo-Anne lifted Natalie’s skirt and slipped her hand down the front of Natalie’s panties and inserted a finger into Natalie’s dripping pussy.
“Ohhhhhhhh God,” Natalie moaned, now knowing what was going to happen next.
Natalie felt the tension drain from her body as Jo-Anne’s finger worked its way around inside her while the heel of her hand rubbed firmly up and down Natalie’s vulva. Jo-Anne’s face was just beside Natalie’s and she spoke in a low, growling voice.
“Think of this as Sir James’ cock. You were obviously very hot by that point. Just picture what was going through your mind. What did you say to him? What was it you said as his hard cock was sliding up between your labia lips?”
“Ohhhhhh. No Jo … Please don’t. Ohhhhh. Ooooooohhhh… Oh fuck!”
“What was it?” She demanded more forcefully.
“Ohhh God. I… I begged him to fuck me. I said, please fuck me, Sir. Please just fuck me, or words to that effect. I had never felt like this before in my life and he knew he was playing me. I couldn’t take it any more. He was driving me insane. Ooohhhh, Jo, I am going to come.” Jo-Anne immediately stopped moving her hand.
“Natalie, you are not to come until I tell you to. My needs are a little more urgent than yours at the moment. Do you understand me? Now get your hand to work and while you are doing it, describe to me what you were feeling.”
Natalie was just at the point where she could tip either way. She was not thinking clearly at all. Her mind was back in Sir James’ bedroom.
“Oh yes, Sir… uh… ma’am,” she replied dreamily, and immediately slipped her hand down the waistband of Jo-Anne’s panties. Jo-Anne was literally dripping wet, and Natalie slipped two fingers straight inside her and began working them around slowly. She could feel the spongy surface of her G-spot and gently massaged it.
“Ohhhhhhhhh Fuck! Yes. That’s it. Ohhhhhhhhh,” Jo-Anne gasped.
Natalie dreamily explained how she felt, how the leather cuffs made her feel like a captured slave, and how she was totally helpless to protect herself from her handsome captor. It didn’t take long. Jo-Anne’s hips were gyrating and she was getting wetter and wetter. Jo-Anne moved more and more against Natalie’s hand. At the same time she began working her hand inside Natalie once again. She tossed her head back as the first wave rolled through her body. Her voice was quite guttural as she exploded in pleasure.
“Oh… oh… ohhhhhhhhh… God yes. That’s it. Oooooohhhhh…Yesssss. Now you are to come as well, Natalie. Come now!”
As her orgasm continued, Natalie could feel Jo-Anne’s pussy clenching her fingers and there was a flood of liquid, coming in spurts that were in synch with each contraction. Combined with Jo-Anne’s order for her to come, Natalie needed no further encouragement or direction before she exploded once again. They were both writhing and moaning as their pleasure played out through their bodies. Just as they were both slowing down, they heard the outer door to the bathroom open, followed immediately by the inner door as another woman came in. They immediately went silent, looking at each other conspiratorially and smiling as they wondered if she would see the two pairs of legs facing each other under the door of the cubicle. Jo-Anne then quickly sat back down, lifting her legs and wrapping them tightly around Natalie’s waist. There they stayed, not making a sound.
Eventually, they heard the toilet flush and after washing her hands, the woman departed. They were both returning to normal by then. Unlocking her legs, Jo-Anne reached down to remove her panties, which were totally soaked. She held them up to look at them and smiled. “I should make you taste them to see what your sordid adventures have done to me. Hmmmm. What a delightful thought.” She moved her panties towards Natalie’s mouth.
“Open.”
Natalie looked horrified.
“Ok. I won’t push it this time, Natalie, but it is certainly an option for next time. Now pull my fresh panties out and put them on me.”
Natalie’s relief was palpable but at the same time she tried to make light of her situation as she said, “Yes, Jo… ma’am.”
Jo slipped her feet through the openings, and Natalie eased them up her thighs, taking care to ensure they were sitting correctly. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she ran her fingers all around to ensure they needed no further adjustment. When her clean panties were in place and she had straightened her clothes, Jo-Anne helped Natalie straighten herself up before she embraced her friend and kissed her deeply. Again Natalie was shocked but found herself responding to her friend’s advances. There was a softness in her kiss that just made it feel so right in the moment. Jo-Anne eventually broke the kiss and looked her friend in the eye.
“That was so hot. You did well to acquiesce to my demands. I can see why Sir James likes you. Oh, and your wet panties are going to be a constant reminder of him for the rest of the evening. Now let’s go back out there and you can finish your story.”
As they left the bathroom there was something niggling at the back of Natalie’s brain, but she could not put her finger on it. Then it dawned on her. Jo-Anne had used the word ‘acquiesce’ as she spoke of their encounter, and Natalie realized that it was the same term, rarely heard elsewhere, that Sir James used. She felt quite self-conscious as they returned to the bar. There were about half a dozen women there now, and Natalie felt they were all staring at her. She wondered which one had walked into the bathroom and whether she had noticed anything untoward.
She noticed one woman glance down at her shoes, and then she caught her eye before she quickly said something to her partner who looked over and smiled. It must have been her, Natalie thought to herself. She must have heard or seen us. She felt herself blushing as she walked by. Jo-Anne, on the other hand, walked confidently with a smile on her face. When they reached their table, she said to Natalie, “Now get us some more drinks, Natalie, so we can finish what we started.”
Something had obviously changed between them, and Natalie was confused. It was totally unexpected and yet it also felt so natural, like it was preordained. Natalie had never been in the arms of another woman before and had no idea that Jo-Anne was so inclined. Natalie had also never seen Jo-Anne so dominant before, and she was surprised to find it quite a turn on. She wondered whether Jo-Anne’s use of the word ‘acquiesce’ was simply a coincidence or whether there was something more to it. Again, she tried vainly to understand the changes she had undergone over the past week or so and where they might take her.
Returning with the drinks, Natalie continued regaling Jo-Anne with the rest of the previous evening’s activities and then they talked about Sir James.
“He seems quite the gentleman and you appear totally smitten by him, willing to submit to whatever he desires.”
“Well, there are certain aspects of that control that I am still trying to come to terms with. I have to admit that what we do together just feels so right and in terms of his behavior, he has not put a foot out of line. He really is the perfect gentleman so far.”
“It sounds like you have landed yourself a real gem. If you feel good about it, you should continue and see how things develop. You have obviously fallen in love with him.”
Natalie had a faraway look in her eyes. “Oh yes.”
“And your submissive streak is obvious; even more obvious than I had expected. That is a positive thing for a budding relationship with someone like the mysterious Sir James.”
Natalie focused back on Jo-Anne. “And what happened in the bathroom… I… I never knew… you know… that you… uh.” Jo-Anne cut her off.
“Oh Natalie, we all have a secret side to us. There are many things you do not know about me. Why restrict oneself to only fifty per cent of the eligible population? Don’t get me wrong. I love men but at the same time women have … they just have a way about them that turns me on as well. There is just something about the softness and passion in kissing another woman. The excitement as one’s tongue teases their nipples, explores their hot pussy. Only another woman can know what a woman wants down there. It is obvious that given the right circumstances, you are not averse to the idea either. You will understand what I mean when I do it to you, and eventually you will beg me to allow you to do it to me.” Natalie looked aghast, slowly shaking her head.
“I… uh… that has never happened to me before. You were the first and I… I… uh.” Again Jo-Anne cut her off.
“Natalie, everything about your response told me that you loved it. Didn’t you? You loved it. And although you are still struggling to admit it, you loved it even more when I took the responsibility off you and told you what to do. You were turned on by submitting to me. If I told you to get down on your knees right here and now and to kiss my feet, you would do it.”
“I … uh… oh shit. Yes!” Natalie bowed her head and although her eyes filled with tears, she felt the now familiar thrill ripple through her body. She had crossed the Rubicon and she realized that she was not in control of what was happening to her.
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