by JJ Argus
“Now you're helpless,” she purred, sitting back on my hips.
I gulped and looked wildly up at her as she dropped her hands and let her nails run lightly across my breasts and down my belly.
She leaned in and kissed me, hard, breasts to breasts as her tongue slid over mine. Then she slid backwards, spreading my legs wide apart, kissing and licking her way down my belly and abdomen until she was laying on her belly between my thighs!
She licked slowly up the line of my sex! Her thumbs spread the lips apart and she let her tongue push into me, then slide up until she found my clitoris!
OMG!
I could hardly believe this was happening! A girl was performing oral sex on me!
That I was tied up didn't really seem to matter just yet. I didn't really understand it, though it did make things seem more exciting.
But mostly I was focusing on the sight and feel of her licking my pussy! She wasn't just licking either. She was sucking on my clitoris as she worked two fingers up inside me again!
It was all so wild and shocking and wickedly exciting, and I could feel my body becoming charged up with energy again! The sensations as she licked me were incredible! And growing more and more intense!
I twisted and writhed as the pressure built up, gasping and moaning, my wrists pulling helplessly against the belt as she licked me!
Then she stopped, licking her way up, nibbling on the soft flesh of my abdomen, then my belly, then sucking and licking at my breasts as her hands caressed me. Her body slid over mine, hot and slick, her breasts pillowing out against my own as she kissed me on the lips and gripped my hair again.
I cried out a she pulled back on my hair.
“Are you my slut, Rin baby?” she gasped. “Say it. Say you're my slut.”
I didn't know... didn't understand why she wanted me to say that, or even care but my scalp stung a she tugged on it, and my wrists were tied to the bedpost and...
“I'm your slut!” I gasped.
I felt a dark rush come over me after saying the words. No, even as I spoke them I felt it!
And her fingers were still moving back and forth inside me and still rubbing my clitoris!
She chewed her way down along the nape of my neck while pulling back on my hair, and I felt this sudden intense knowledge of my own helplessness! And rather than cause me any kind of fear or confusion it made me feel... I don't know, submissive in a way I couldn't recall before.
It was an almost subconscious knowledge that she could do whatever she wanted with my body and I couldn't resist! And that made me relax, weirdly. I don't mean that my body wasn't still filled with a rising heat and pressure, but that my mind felt strangely relaxed, as if I had just ceded control over myself to someone else.
Which meant I didn't have to do anything, or make any decisions...
She pulled back, sitting up on her knees.
“Roll over.”
I was panting, gasping. I stared at her uncertainly.
“Roll over, slave girl,” she ordered.
I flushed even more, and, confused, rolled over.
Crack! She slapped my bare bottom!
“Raise your hips into the air, slut!”
“I'm n – !”
Crack!
“Now, slave girl!”
I gasped and obeyed. She was playing some kind of kinky game! I had never been involved in any sort of 'sex game' because the boys I had been involved with had been pretty dark straightforward in what they wanted. They wanted to fuck me and be done. No games involved!
“Such a bad little girl,” she said, her hands sliding over my buttocks.
Crack!
“Oh!”
I felt her fingers at my sex again, one sliding into me to the knuckle! It pumped in and out slowly, then a second joined it, and then a third, stretching me now! My face and chin were against the bed, my bottom raised high. I was on my knees with my legs spread! Such a helpless position!
The cloth tied to my wrists felt very strong and firm!
Crack!
“Beg me to fuck you,” she ordered.
Ewww! That was dirty!
Crack!
“Oh!”
“Beg me to fuck you, slave girl.”
Crack!
“Oh, please!”
“Beg me to fuck you, bitch.”
“Please fuck me!” I gasped.
Her three fingers were moving inside me, twisting and turning from side to side, pressing... downward against the inside of my belly! And I was starting to feel that wild sense of too much pressure again, my body trembling and overheated as she stroked them in and out and rubbed my clitoris with her thumb!
Another orgasm hit me! The third! I was astonished, and overwhelmed, crying out weakly, then gurgling and gasping as she clamped her hand over my mouth!
Her left hand forced my head up and back as it pressed hard over my mouth, while her right was thrusting fingers into my sex hard and fast while rubbing my clitoris! And it felt like her fingers were getting thicker! I gasped and cried out into the palm of her hand, my hips jerking and bucking back as her fingers thrust into me, the orgasm baking my mind in heat!
The pressure was so wild and raw and intense! I collapsed onto my belly, squealing and moaning and trembling, and the slapped my bottom sharply several times! I yelped, twisting, and then rolled over onto my back!
Taylor slid atop me, pulling her fingers out of me at last, gripping my hair and kissing me hungrily again! This was so fucking wild!
She pulled her lips off mine, breathing heavily too.
“Tell me you're my bitch,” she growled, jerking on my hair.
“Oh! Don't!” I gasped.
She jerked on it again! And she caught my nipple between thumb and forefinger and began to pinch it so that it burned!
“Say it, sex slave.”
“I'm your bitch!” I cried.
She kissed me so hard my lips felt bruised, then pulled back again.
“Again. Say it.”
“I-I'm your bitch!” I gulped.
This was so wild and hot and nasty and exciting!
She licked her way back down my body until she jerked my thighs painfully far apart and was licking at me again. I shuddered, writhing slowly, sweating like a pig, gasping for breath and panting for air as her tongue relentlessly swept across my throbbing, burning, swollen clitoris!
“Oh God! Oh God! Tayloraaa!” I moaned.
She stopped and got up, just like that, leaving me gasping for breath. She hurriedly left the room, while I lay panting in the near dark. Then she returned and closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached over for my hair, gripping it and jerking my head back.
“Open your mouth wide. Wider, little sex slave.”
I moaned as she pressed something against my mouth! It was round like a ball, and was kind of spongy and rubbery! It pushed through my teeth, but only because she was able to squeeze it to make it smaller so it could get through my jaw. Then it expanded inside, and I moaned, unable to close my mouth as my lips and teeth closed against it!
She pulled little straps out from the sides of the ball and fed them behind my head, buckling them in place while I moaned and tried to see the thing. All I could see was it was... round. At least, the part that was still showing through my partly open lips!
Then she started licking me again and I shuddered, laying my head back, feeling a wild rush of energy again, this time accompanied by this dark, glittering sense of... kinky excitement! Her tongue swept over me again and again, and then something pushed against me, something thick and rounded!
I moaned, raising my head again to see her holding something long, like... a tube. It was hard to see in the low light but I knew what it had to be! It was some kind of dildo!
I felt another wild jolt of sexual passion and energy, shuddering as it stretched me so wide, and slid deeper and deeper into my sopping wet pussy! The deeper it got the more incredible it felt! I was falling back in
to that sense of feverish heat again at how wild and outrageous this was!
I mean, lesbian sex would have been wild enough for me, but all this... this being tied up and gagged and stuff! Wow! Oh wow!
And then as the dildo pushed really deep it jammed against the top of my pussy, as if there were something there, like a hook or branch. A moment later it started to buzz, to vibrate, against my incredibly sensitive clitoris!
I came, crying out again and again, twisting and writhing and arching my back, thrashing my head as she used her forearms to hold my thighs back and ground the thing against me! The shock-wave of explosive pressure swept through my mind like a hurricane!
She chuckled softly, then turned off the buzzing as I went sort of limp. She began to pump the dildo slowly in and out, using long strokes, and got her lips in against my clitoris to suck and lick at it in a way which made my hips spasm and jerk uncontrollably.
Then she pressed it deep again, and turned on the vibrator and I came again! And then again! The vibrator was driving me out of my mind! I was sweating like a pig and gulping in air, dazed and light-headed, and still my body burned up from within as she alternated licking and sucking on my clitoris, and jamming the vibrator against it to drive me insane!
She finally drew the thing out of me and let me lay there with heaving chest, moaning, barely conscious as she ran her hand slowly over my body.
“You're all sweaty, slave girl,” she said.
I moaned as she slid her soft hand down between my legs and rubbed me lightly.
“You sure are a responsive girl, little slut,” she teased.
Chapter Four
Taylor slid back off me and padded out of the room. She returned with a length of slim leather, like a strap. It was maybe a twenty inches long and a half inch wide. She untied my belt from around my wrists and then gripped my hair, firmly pulling until I sat up and then got out of bed.
I still had the gag in my mouth, as I watched her wrap the strap around my right wrist.
“Turn around, slave girl,” she ordered.
Still panting weakly, I obeyed, and she grabbed my other wrists and drew it behind me, and I felt her tying them together behind my back! I shuddered, feeling another dark rush of heat!
She gripped my hair again and I yelped as she pulled me backward, making me back across the room, then out into the common room and then into the bathroom.
The bathroom was kind of small, just big enough for a toilet, a small counter not much bigger than the sink, and a tub. I stared at myself in the mirror, wide-eyed. The thing in my mouth... I'd seen things like this before in pictures! I was one of those kinky bondage type gags!
She pulled me into the shower. There was no tub. They'd taken the tub out and replaced it with a shower. She pulled me in and turned on the water, and I gasped as cold water poured over us!
I squirmed and twisted and she laughed.
“It'll cool you off, sweaty girl,” she said.
But she turned the water warmer, then picked up the soap and began to soap me up! Her hands slid over my body, over my breasts, down my arms and over everything else, most especially between my thighs as she backed me into the corner and chewed on the nape of my neck!
She reached behind my head and undid the strap that held the ball in place, then tugged the ball out of my mouth, allowing me to gulp in air more easily.
“Nasty, naughty little slave girl,” she whispered, pressing her body against mine.
She kissed me, pressing her body in, grinding herself against me as her mouth crushed mine and her tongue flicked in and out across my own. Then she backed off a little, grinning, and used the soap on herself before turning the water back on to rinse us off. At least it was warmer water, though far from hot.
“Now you're less sweaty, slutty girl,” she said.
I flushed, not knowing how to respond. Saying I wasn't slutty didn't seem to match up with how easily I'd let her... do stuff to me!
I gasped as she gripped my hair behind the neck and forced my head back sharply.
“Tell me you're my bitch,” she growled.
“Ow! Please! Taylor!” I moaned.
“Say it.”
“I-I'm your bitch!” I cried.
She eased her pull on my hair, but then pulled in a different direction.
“Kneel,” she ordered.
I half fell to my knees and she moved directly in front of me, lifting up my sopping hair and wringing it out, then drawing it up above me as she guided my mouth to her sex.
I felt another emotional jolt, this time of anxiety. I had no idea what to do! But then I did, because she'd done it to me. Still, I was anxious. What if I didn't do it right!?
She forced my face into her groin, and I started to lick.
“Service your mistress, slave girl,” she ordered.
Wow! That was some kinky shit! But it sent another hot pulse of liquid heat through my mind and body!
I licked and she reached down and spread the lips of her sex with her fingers, since I couldn't. She guided me in and then started telling me what to do, whether to lick faster or slower, whether to lick harder or softer, and how to use my lower lip against the underside of my tongue to support it and lick really hard.
She was soon sighing in pleasure, and I was very much encouraged. I was feeling more excited the more excited she seemed to get.
That I was kneeling naked on the floor with my hands strapped together behind my back was definitely a part of that excitement. Like I said, lesbian sex was wild and exciting, but this was even more deliciously outrageous!
When she came I felt a soaring delight and relief. I had done it! She jammed my mouth in hard and her hips bucked against me as she gasped and moaned and shuddered through the orgasm, pulling hard on my head so that my whole face was mashed against her!
I didn't resent it in the least, though! I felt too good about succeeding!
After that she pulled me to my feet, and we kissed and then she slid the door aside and pulled down a towel to dry herself off. She pulled me out of the shower and used the same towel to dry me off, or at least, to pat and rub me down so I wasn't soaking wet.
She opened the bathroom door and left, then returned with the dildo!
I gulped and my eyes widened as I stared at it! I hadn't seen it very clearly in the dimly lit bedroom. Now it looked like a big, black penis, with a little hook at the end! Only now she was attaching a round base.
She grinned at me and then ordered me to kneel.
I did so, wary and uncertain, and she pressed the base against the tiled floor. It was a suction cup, and she maneuvered the tip against my sex.
“Now, sink down on it, slutty girl.”
“Taylor – !” I gasped.
“Obey your mistress, slave girl,” She said, gripping my hair. “Sex slave!”
I shuddered, both at her words, and at the feel of the head of the thick cock pushing against me. I sank down slowly, moaning and gasping. She made me sink all the way down until the hook thing was jammed up against me and then put the ball-gag back into my mouth and turned on the vibrator!
She turned away from me, then and began to brush her hair out, picking up the hair dryer and drying it as she brushed.
Meanwhile I knelt on the floor, impaled on the dildo thing, with the vibrator buzzing powerfully against me!
Despite all the orgasms I'd already had my body responded yet again, and I felt heat flooding up through me as my hips began to grind against it. I moaned helplessly, staring up at her, then down the length of my body at the way the lips of my sex were stretched so tautly around it!
I rode up and down a little, gasping and moaning, grinding myself against it each time I sank down.
She put down the hair dryer and turned to me, then squatted before me.
“Did I give you permission to masturbate? Hmm? Did I, slave girl?”
I moaned, flushed, hot, mind swirling with dark excitement.
“You're such a bad little slave g
irl,” she said, frowning. “Masturbating on your mistress' dildo without her permission!”
She gripped my still damp hair and pulled me up off the dildo, then pulled the dildo up as well.
She pulled me back into my bedroom and made me kneel on the edge of the bed, then slid the dildo back inside me, minus the suction cup, and turned on the vibrator again.
“Don't move, slave girl,” she ordered.
She left the room and came back a minute later. I thought she had put some panties on but instead they were just like black straps. But when she stepped up behind me she pulled the dildo back, and attached it to the straps.
I shuddered as I understood! She was going to fuck me like a guy would! And then she did just that, her hips working the big dildo in and out repeatedly, her hands slapping at my bottom and pulling at my hair. It was all so... rough and yet wild and thrilling!
She punched that big cock into me again and again so I really knew what it felt like to be pounded! And yes, I came again, twice!
*
It was hard to keep my eyes open in class the next morning. Thankfully, I had done all my reading the evening before things had gotten... kinky, and understood it. And I was recording the lectures so I could look at them later.
I'd only been here a few days, so I was still feeling the residual sense of delight every time I looked around me. Still, that was kind of overshadowed this morning, because I was still feeling shell-shocked at what had happened last night!
That had been... astonishing! God! I'd never come so intensely or so many times in a night! What Taylor had done with me completely overshadowed every sexual experience I had ever had up until that point in my life! It was like everything else were flaring matches and this was a bonfire!
I didn't feel as guilty as I probably would have had it been a guy. And Taylor was so casual about such things I didn't really fear her ignoring me now that she'd 'gotten what she wanted'. In fact, I was looking forward (with some anxiety) to what else we might do together!
That slave girl and mistress stuff was kinky and wild! I'd never done anything remotely like it! I mean, this was taking sex to a whole other level than anything I had ever been involved with!
