Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence)

by Sabrina Sexton

  “I know,” Krista said. “It just sucks. Sometimes I want to call Damien so bad I can taste it. I think he would at least take my calls.”

  “Yeah, probably,” Heather said. “But then every second you spend with him, you will be wishing it was both of them. That’s a doomed relationship Krista.”

  “I know, I know,” Krista said. “I just wish I knew what to do or how to fix it. On top of which, I miss the sex. I mean I masturbate, but it’s not the same.”

  Just then, Krista’s cell phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number and tried not to let herself hope that Tyler had changed his number or something and was finally calling her.

  “Hello,” Krista said into her phone when she answered it.

  “Hello Mistress,” Miranda said hesitantly.

  “Miranda,” Krista said, smiling. “I’m so glad to hear from you. I would have called you but Tyler never gave me your number.”

  “I know,” Miranda said into the phone. “I saw him earlier this evening and asked for yours. He explained that you hadn’t been to the club because you two weren’t together anymore, but gave it to me anyway.”

  “Oh,” Krista said. It was hard to hear that he really was done with her. The whole time she kept hoping that this was all going to work out, that Damien would come around and Tyler was holed up somewhere, grieving for his mom.

  “Are you okay, Mistress,” Miranda asked.

  “I don’t know,” Krista replied. “Maybe. I guess I will be eventually.”

  “Well, I’m calling because I wanted to ask you something,” Miranda said.

  “Sure,” Krista said. “What’s up?”

  “I was going to call to find out if we could get together,” Miranda said. “I know it’s taken me a while to get used to what happened between us, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I know you were supposed to go to New York with Tyler. But under the circumstances, I thought you might consider coming to the party next weekend with me – or taking me rather, as your slave.”

  “I don’t know Miranda,” Krista said. “It’s still pretty raw. I just don’t think I could go and watch Tyler top somebody else. I’d love to take you, but I just can’t be around him yet.”

  “He’s not going,” Miranda said quickly. “He auctioned off his room at the club a couple of weeks ago.”

  “Really?” Krista asked. “Okay then. I’ll go.”

  “Thank you Mistress,” Miranda said, sighing happily on the phone. “Could we get together sometime this week then? You may want to go shopping for Dom wear or accessories and I know the best places.

  “Okay,” Krista said. “Thursday. Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at six.”

  “Yes Mistress,” Miranda said. “Do you want me to book your flight? I can call my travel agent and have them add another ticket so we can fly together.”

  “Sure,” Krista said, thinking that would be easiest. “But I’ll give you the money back for it, okay?

  “Okay, Mistress,” Miranda said. “I can’t wait to see you.”

  “Me either, slave,” Krista said, smiling as she hung up.

  “So what was that all about?” Heather asked, noting the change in her friend’s demeanor and how odd the half of conversation she’d been able to hear.

  “I have a date,” Krista said. “Two actually, one on Thursday, and then next weekend, I’m going to New York.”

  “So what about the guys?” Heather asked.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I am still sick inside where they’re concerned,” Krista replied. “But this is with Miranda and I guess it’s a different piece of me altogether. The two are completely unrelated parts of my brain maybe? I don’t know.”

  “Well, however it came about,” Heather said, lifting her wineglass. “This is the first time in a month that you haven’t looked like someone just ran over your puppy.”

  Krista pulled up outside Miranda’s house at six p.m. and got out of her car. Grabbing her suitcase from the back seat, she walked up and rang the doorbell. Other than what they purchased this evening, she had everything she would need for the weekend. They were flying out tomorrow, and Krista had invited herself over for the night when they’d talked on Tuesday to go over the travel arrangements.

  “Hello Mistress,” Miranda said as she answered the door and held it open for Krista. Miranda wore black dress pants with a white button down shirt. French cuffs were left open and dropped to Miranda’s knuckles.

  When Krista stepped inside, Miranda pushed the door closed and dropped to her knees. Remembering the promise Krista had extracted from her, she kissed first one foot then the other.

  “I have missed you,” Miranda said.

  “I have missed you too, slave,” Krista said, pulling Miranda to her feet. “But I don’t want to have to rush and we have a lot to do. You’ll have to wait.”

  “A kiss then, Mistress?” Miranda asked. “Please?”

  Krista looked at Miranda and felt the blood heating up inside her. She lowered her mouth, kissing Miranda softly for a moment. Without warning, she grabbed Miranda’s hair and closed her fist around a large chunk, pulling it harshly. Her mouth pressed hard against Miranda’s as she bit and sucked, reveling in her dominant side and the effect it had on the woman in her arms as Miranda moaned against her mouth.

  The kiss continued for several minutes, leaving both women breathless. Krista felt her pussy throb, a feeling that had been absent this whole month. It would be so nice to forgo the shopping trip, and reacquaint herself with the many attributes of her lovely slave. Unfortunately, she had nothing to wear that would work for this trip. She pushed Miranda away, knowing there wasn’t enough time to let herself to get distracted.

  “Let’s get the shopping done, slave,” Krista said. “You can drive since I have no idea where I’m going.”

  “Yes Mistress,” Miranda said as they walked out the door.

  “You look amazing,” Miranda said, honestly.

  “I do, don’t I?” Krista said, surveying herself in the full length mirror.

  A black leather half bustier with rivets in the front lifted her breasts showing them off spectacularly before rising to circle her neck. It left her stomach bare all the way to the top of the low rise, full length, leather skirt. It was slit on the left side all the way up to her hip bone. Matching fingerless gloves covered her forearms, ending at her elbows.

  “Please Mistress,” Miranda said, dropping to her knees on the changing room floor. “Just a little taste?”

  “Just a taste, slave,” Krista said as she pulled the edge of the skirt to the side giving Miranda access.

  “Mmmm,” Miranda moaned as she leaned forward. “Thank you Mistress.”

  Miranda closed her lips around Krista’s clit, just as Krista had known she would. Krista wound her hands into Miranda’s hair and leaned her head back as her eyes closed in bliss. It had been so long since anyone had touched her, since she’d felt aroused. Already she could feel her body’s response rising and her breath caught in her throat. She pushed Miranda away.

  “I said a taste, slave,” Krista snapped. “No more.”

  “Yes Mistress,” Miranda said. “I’m sorry.”

  “Whatever, slave,” Krista said. “Find me a couple more outfits. We’re going to be there for three days and I’ll need more than just this.”

  “Yes Mistress,” Miranda said as she went to look for the outfits she most wanted to see Krista wearing.

  With a huge dent in the available balance on her credit card, Krista returned to Miranda’s house with multiple packages several hours later. She loved the way the outfits looked on her, especially with her slave tagging along. It was going to be fun, although she couldn’t help but mourn the fact that she hadn’t gotten to wear her bondage jewelry and go with Tyler and Damien.

  “Now Mistress?” Miranda asked.

  As they walked in the door, Krista looked at her watch. It was nine forty five. Their flight left at ten a.m. so they would have to be at the airport
by eight in order to get through all the security measures. That would mean they needed to be up by six thirty tomorrow morning which left less than nine hours.

  “We don’t have time for a proper fucking, slave,” Krista said as she sat her packages on the floor.

  “Mistress please,” Miranda begged. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

  Krista reached out a hand and grabbed Miranda’s wrist. Spinning her around, Krista pushed Miranda against the wall with one arm pinned behind her back.

  “You think I don’t want the same, slave,” Krista said, smacking her again. “You think my pussy isn’t throbbing at the thought of ripping these clothes off and fucking you?”

  “I don’t know Mistress,” Miranda said. “You’ve barely touched me.”

  “I don’t want us to miss our plane tomorrow,” Krista said.

  “We won’t Mistress,” Miranda said. “I promise. I’ve been thinking for a month about how you used me, turned me. I can’t think of anything else. Please.”

  Krista felt her body acquiesce before she ever realized she was going to as she pushed Miranda harder against the wall, grinding their bodies together. Her free hand touched Miranda’s shoulder, tracing a path to the small of her back before coming to rest on Miranda’s ass. She squeezed the soft flesh in her hand until Miranda cried out.

  With the cry echoing in her head, Krista slowly pushed her hand around Miranda’s hip, letting her finger tips trace the edge of her slave’s pants as her hand moved to the front of Miranda’s body.

  “This is what you want, slave?” Krista asked as she lifted her hand enough to slide it into Miranda’s pants, moving so slowly, her breath caressing the hair around Miranda’s ear.

  “Yes, Mistress,” Miranda whispered, unable to deny that the moment was infinitely sweeter than anything she had envisioned over the last month. As Krista’s hand parted her folds, her fingertips working back and forth on the sensitive spot, Miranda moaned.

  “Then you should be naked, slave,” Krista said, yanking her hand from Miranda’s pants as she pulled away.

  “Right here,” Miranda asked, turning as she stepped away from the wall, “in the doorway? What about my neighbors?”

  “Fuck your neighbors,” Krista said as she pulled her shirt over her head. “If they want to watch, let them?”

  “Please Mistress,” Miranda begged. “Can’t we just go to the living room or the bedroom? Anyone could see.”

  “I don’t care, slave,” Krista said. “I’m done waiting.”

  Krista grabbed Miranda pushing her back against the wall. Reaching out, she grabbed her slave’s hands and slammed them above her head as their bodies connected, thigh to thigh, breast to breast, mouth to mouth. Krista kissed Miranda, hard, grinding into the heat between her slave’s legs.

  “You are my slave,” Krista said against Miranda’s mouth, “and I should have fucked you in the dressing room, so the whole store would hear you cry out and know that you belong to me. You would have liked that wouldn’t you? To be dominated in public in front of the store clerks who always thought you to be so dominant?”

  “No Mistress,” Miranda said, feeling her heart race at the idea, despite her answer.

  “You’re a liar, Miranda,” Krista whispered as she teased Miranda’s mouth with her tongue, licking and pulling away between each word. “You want the whole world to know that I turn you into this. A quivering, needy, slave begging for my touch, my kiss. You love it.”

  “Yes Mistress,” Miranda admitted, trying to catch Krista’s mouth again.

  “Do not move,” Krista said, releasing Miranda’s arms. She grabbed both sides of Miranda’s shirt and pulled them apart, buttons flying in all directions as the shirt ripped open. Underneath a white lace bra enclosed twin orbs that rose with every breath. Krista snapped the closure on the front, and pushed the bra out of the way. She flicked each nipple before unfastening the pants and pushing them off her slave’s hips, to fall on the floor.

  Krista grabbed one of Miranda’s breasts and squeezed it harshly as her mouth descended. She heard Miranda cry out as her teeth pressed down into the soft flesh, but didn’t release. Harder and harder, she bit and squeezed until an actual scream came from Miranda’s throat.

  “PLEASE, MISTRESS!” Miranda screamed.

  Krista released her slave’s breast watching Miranda’s chest rise and fall as she gulped huge breaths of air. With a soft tongue, she licked the near purple teeth marks that would decorate the lovely breast during their trip. She repeated the process for Miranda’s other breast, providing a matched pair as Miranda’s moans and screams echoed through the house.

  Miranda opened her eyes as Krista moved down her body and licked the front of her panties, teasing her. Her eyes landed on Mr. Roberts, the widow from across the street. He was watching them. Miranda could only imagine how she looked, pushed up against the wall with her shirt hanging open, breasts visible as Krista kissed down her body.

  “Krista,” Miranda said. “My neighbor is watching us. Please let’s go to the other room.”

  “Shut up slave,” Krista said. “Let him watch. Maybe he will come and join us. You promised the last time you’d fuck whoever I wanted. Remember?”

  “Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, “but that was at the club. It was different. Not my neighbor. I won’t fuck him”

  “You are a bad slave,” Krista said as she pulled away and smacked her hand sharply against Miranda’s pussy. “You will fuck him if I say so.”

  Krista turned to look over her shoulder at the man standing in his driveway. He was in his late thirties and not bad looking. Decision made, Krista lifted her hand and motioned with her finger for him to come.

  The man hesitated, then began walking slowly towards Miranda’s house, as Krista turned back to her slave. Standing, she looked Miranda in the eye and pushed the panties from Miranda’s hips, to join the pants on the floor.

  “He’s coming over now, slave,” Krista said. “And his cock is going to fill up your tight little pussy. Understand?”

  “No Mistress,” Miranda begged. “Please no.”

  Krista turned Miranda around and began swatting her ass, leaving bright red hand prints on it. She hit both sides, repeatedly until Miranda began to twitch from side to side, her fingers clenched tightly.

  “Please Mistress,” Miranda said. “I’m sorry. I will do it.”

  “Yes, you will, slave,” Krista said, continuing the spanking. “You will do it and you will like it.”

  “Yes Mistress,” Miranda said. “It’s just embarrassing.”

  As the doorknob turned audibly, Miranda felt tears gathering in her eyes. Mr. Roberts had been nothing but nice to her, even mowing her lawn when she was out of town and helping her sometimes with her groceries. For him to see her this way, naked with her ass red from Krista’s spanking was beyond embarrassing.

  “Introduce me, slave,” Krista said as she stood and turned to the man entering the door.

  Miranda wiped at the tears on her cheeks and pulled the shirt closed as she turned towards her neighbor.

  “This is Mr. Roberts,” Miranda said, a deep blush going up her cheeks. “Mr. Roberts, this is Krista, my Mistress.”

  “Brent, please,” the man said, walking forward, shyly. “Call me Brent.”

  “Brent,” Krista said, pulling open the shirt Miranda had closed. “My slave has been very naughty. Would you like to help me punish her?”

  “Punish how exactly?” Brent asked uncertainly.

  “Nothing terrible,” Krista said, as she pinched Miranda’s pussy lips together, squeezing a drop of liquid from them.

  “I’ve never hit a woman,” Brent said, watching the drop as it fell to the floor.

  “There’s a difference between hitting a woman in anger,” Krista said, smacking her hand against Miranda’s pussy, “and hitting a woman in passion. Don’t you think?”

  “Maybe,” Brent said, unable to take his eyes off Krista’s hand. “If the woman is willing, I guess.�
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  “Are you willing, slave?” Krista asked. “Do you want Brent to punish you for being a naughty slave?”

  Miranda closed her eyes, knowing that Krista already knew the answer. Her pussy pulsed as she squeezed her fingernails into her palms. She was going to let her neighbor of five years, whom she rarely spoke to about anything more substantial than the weather punish her, fuck her.

  “Yes,” she whispered, opening her eyes.

  Krista reached out a hand and pulled both Miranda and Brent who were staring at each other towards the living room. They clearly were attracted to each other. Krista wondered how it was possible that neither of them had ever felt any spark before. When they reached the living room, Krista turned to Brent.

  “If I say stop, everything ends, right then, you understand?” Krista asked.

  “Yes,” Brent said, “of course.”

  “Slave,” Krista said, looking at Miranda. “Bend down and grab the edge of the couch.”

  Miranda complied with Krista’s command as Brent and Krista moved to stand on each side of her. A deep moan came from Miranda’s throat when Krista’s soft fingers pushed into her pussy.

  “Spank her,” Krista said, moving her fingers in and out.

  Brent swatted his hand weakly against Miranda’s ass as he watched Krista’s hand.

  “You can do better than that,” Krista said as she pulled her fingers from Miranda’s pussy. “Like this.”

  Krista smacked Miranda’s ass cheek, enjoying the way the sound filled up the room, then pushed her fingers back inside her slave.

  “You’re sure it’s okay?” Brent asked.

  “I’m sure,” Krista said. “Spank her.”

  Brent hit her, much harder this time, forcing Miranda’s pussy to clench around Krista’s fingers and a moan from her throat.

  “Better,” Krista said. “A little harder though,”

  Brent hit Miranda again, not holding back this time as he watched Krista shoving her fingers in and out of his neighbor’s snatch. He had never done anything like this before and had to admit, it was turning him on.