by Robin Roseau
"Wearing what?"
"A fox tail and collar."
Miranda chuckled again. "I bet you looked hot. And you'd do it again?"
"I'm not quite so... um..." I paused. "I threw the wager."
"Oh my." She paused. "If I ever believe you threw a wager, I'd be upset."
"That's why she made me do it," I said. "I didn't know she'd do something like that. I thought it would just be the two of us."
"Why did you throw the wager?"
"Because she didn't want to give me my weekend," I said quietly. "I could tell."
Miranda paused, then when I opened my mouth, she put her fingers over my lips for a moment. We sat quietly for a moment, then she said, "No. Let's not go there. You'd do it again?"
"I wouldn't throw the wager," I said. "And I was embarrassed for the party. I wouldn't volunteer. But..." I sighed. "I'm kind of messed up."
"Did you like being on display?"
"She got a lot of complements about me. I liked that."
"Oh," Miranda said. "I understand."
"Your turn."
She laughed. "No."
I pouted.
"Do not thrust that lip out at me," she said. "I am impervious."
"I bet you're not," I said, and I quivered my lower lip at her. She laughed.
It turned out she was impervious, and she spent the next twenty minutes asking about my tastes in kinky sex without once giving me a clue what she liked. Finally I offered a serious complaint.
"Cassidy," she said gently, "I'm not going to tell you. I will only tell you this. I have no intention of doing anything to you that you don't want me to do."
"But..." I looked away. "If I don't know what you want, I don't know how to please you."
"Don't worry. I'll tell you what I want." She paused. "Did you drive?"
"Cab."
"Me too. Come." She stood up then helped me to my feet. "Keep your eyes closed." She wrapped my hand around her arm, clasping it so I couldn't let go, and led me from the booth.
Hotel
Miranda made me keep my eyes closed the entire way. We didn't make out in the back of the cab, but her fingers teased me a great deal. I squirmed a lot and became increasingly breathless.
She wrapped my hand around her arm as we stepped out of the cab, and she told me to behave in public.
"You're dressed like that, but you want me to behave?"
"Yes," she said.
So I behaved.
Her room was on the second floor, which we reached via a staircase. A minute later, she leaned me against the wall, opened the door, then pulled me inside. We were barely in the door when she shoved me against the wall and attacked my mouth.
I moaned immediately and wrapped my arms around her neck. I thought she might stop me, but she was too busy kissing me, her hands on my ribs, her thumbs pressed against the sides of my breasts.
I parted for her, and she accepted the invitation, her tongue invading my mouth. Our tongues danced, and I moaned again, then chased her tongue back and forth for a while. She broke the kiss so we could breathe for a moment, then latched onto me again.
My brain started to shut down. I didn't mind at all.
Finally she broke the kiss and leaned away, holding me against the wall with her hands, and my arms dropped from around her neck until my hands rested on her shoulders. I kept my eyes closed.
We stood there for a moment. I wanted to know what she was thinking.
"When's your flight?" she asked.
"Late Monday morning," I replied.
"Does anyone expect you tonight?"
"No."
"You're awfully trusting," she said after a brief pause. "I could be about to sell you into white slavery."
I laughed.
"I'm serious."
"I'd be worried if I were half my age," I replied. "You're doing nothing of the sort."
"I could be-"
"You're not, Miranda," I said. "You had my eyes closed the entire evening, and if you were going to do something nefarious, you had ample opportunity to spike my tea."
She didn't answer, but she took my hands and led me the rest of the way into her hotel room. We came to a stop and we stood there for a moment before she said, "You may open your eyes long enough to remove your shoes and set them out of the way."
I opened my eyes, smiled at her, and then knelt down before her, attending to my shoes. I looked up at her, and she was watching me, smiling. "Do you like me like this?"
"Do not fish for compliments," she ordered. "I don't like it."
I looked down, distraught, and quietly attended to my shoes. I recognized my neediness, and I hated myself for it. Once both shoes were removed, I stood, my head still bowed, and then set them near the door before returning to stand in front of her. I closed my eyes again but kept my head bowed. She reached out and took my hands.
"Yes, I did. Kneel, Cassidy."
She steadied me as I lowered myself to my knees in front of her, then she released my hands. I knelt upright with my back straight and my posture perfect, discounting the bowed head. She walked around me, fingers brushing along my shoulders. She stopped behind me.
"Are you upset?"
"Only with myself," I said.
"Why?"
"I have a hard time not being needy, and it's been a while."
"Tell me what you think you need."
"Praise. And to feel desired and cherished."
"But the praise is more important?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
She didn't respond right away, but she walked around me again. "You have nothing to apologize for, Cassidy," she said. "This is who you are. I am very pleased to have you here. You are exceedingly lovely."
I smiled. I knew she was intentionally pushing my buttons, but that's what I wanted, so I didn't care. I thought she might treat me well, which was more than I could say about a lot of the women I'd let take me home.
She caressed my cheek, holding me in a cupped hand, and I laid my cheek more fully against her hand. She stepped closer, then lifted my face towards her and bent down for another kiss. It was a simple kiss, but lovely nevertheless. I kept my hands by my sides.
Then she straightened. "There are rules."
"Yes, Miranda."
"I do not play dangerous games," she said. "I also do not like false denials."
"I don't understand."
"No means no. I do not roleplay where no means yes, but let me pretend I don't want it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but-"
"But you don't know what to expect, and you wonder if there are times where no means yes? There are no times like that. I do not care to engage in lies of that nature, even for the sake of play. If you tell me something, I will presume you are being honest. If you tell me to stop tickling you, I may stop; I may not. But do not tell me 'no' if you don't mean it."
She left me confused.
"I like losing tickle fights," I said.
"I know you do."
"I like being helpless. I like feeling vulnerable."
"I know you do."
"Miranda, I don't understand."
"I don't like being told 'no'. I don't like to pretend you dislike what I am doing to you. I like hearing you tell me you enjoy what I am doing. I like to hear you beg for more, not beg me to stop."
"May I open my eyes, Miranda?"
"Yes, Cassidy."
I opened my eyes and looked up at her. She was so beautiful. I looked her up and down, and the way she was dressed pushed all the right buttons inside me. Kneeling in front of her did, too.
"Please don't stop, Miranda."
She smiled at me.
"Next rule. If something hurts or is uncomfortable, you will tell me."
"Yes, Miranda."
"If I ask a question, you will answer it."
"Yes, Miranda."
"I need you to clearly tell me what you want, Cassidy."
"I want you to take me, Miranda," I said.
She frowned.
I bowed my head and said in a small voice, "I don't like to lead, Miranda. I really, really don't like to lead. Please don't make me."
"Oh darling," she said, caressing my cheek. "Of course not. But I need more from you first."
"If you ask, I'll answer honestly," I said.
"Do you like being tied up?"
"Very much."
"Helpless?"
"Yes."
"Deeply vulnerable?"
"Yes."
"Spanked."
"Sometimes, but not in a mean way."
"Teased."
"Yes," I replied breathlessly.
"If I do the things you enjoy, do you also want me to make you promise to belong to me for the entire weekend."
"Yes!" I said firmly.
"Will you keep the promise?"
"If you treat me well, yes." I looked up. "Cherished."
She smiled. "You are so lovely. Close your eyes."
I did, and she stepped away. She puttered around the room for a minute, not saying anything. I heard a drawer open and close a moment later. Then she walked around behind me. She didn't warn me before slipping a blindfold over my eyes. It was a simple blindfold, the sort with an elastic band. "The toys I bring on trips are tame," she said into my ear. "I don't care for curious looks by TSA officials. If we have a nice time tonight and decide to spend the weekend together, we'll do a little shopping tomorrow."
She stepped away while I thought about that.
"I like you on your knees, Cassidy," she said. "What are you thinking about right now?"
"I was wondering what sort of toys we would buy," I replied. "I wondered how embarrassed I'd be."
"What did you decide?"
"It would depend upon what we bought and how outrageous you were. And it would depend upon whether you bought them or made me do it."
She laughed. "Does the thought of being embarrassed that way excite you?"
"A little," I admitted. "But-"
"Yes?"
"That's learned behavior."
"Explain."
"I've had girlfriends who have taken great pleasure in publicly embarrassing me. So I would be embarrassed while also being pleased at their pleasure."
She walked around me, not saying anything right away. "I do not take pleasure from your embarrassment. I take pleasure from your pride being with me."
"I'm from-" I paused. "A sexually conservative background," I said. "This outfit is the raciest thing I've ever bought in person. I have toys of my own, but I bought them all mail order."
Miranda stepped closer. "Are you proud to be here with me?"
"Yes!" I said firmly. "Please touch me."
She moved closer, standing in front of me, and wrapped her arms around my head, pulling me to her. I turned my face sideways and wrapped my arms around her, my ear against her stomach
"Are you embarrassed right now?" she asked.
"No."
She kissed the top of my head. "Tonight, we'll make do with the simple toys I brought along with our own imagination. Tomorrow, we'll play tourist, and I'll decide about toys."
"Yes, Miranda," I said. "I'd be proud to be with you, but there's a lingering prude inside me. I'm sorry. But I'll buy anything you ask me to buy."
She kissed the top of my head again.
* * * *
She took a long time undressing me, leaving me on my knees the entire time, until all I had left on were my panties. She touched and stroked me, waking my body and leaving me quivering with need for her.
The entire time, she told me how much she enjoyed what she was doing. She expressed pleasure in everything, her words wrapping around me and filling me with pleasure even more than her hands were.
"Oh Miranda," I said. "Yes."
It wasn't 'yes' to anything specific; it was only pleasure at being with her.
Finally she pulled me to my feet, then slipped my panties from me before pulling me into her arms. She was still fully dressed, but she pulled me against her, her hands roaming over my bare skin.
"You're so lovely," she said into my ear. "I am enjoying claiming you."
Then she led me to the bed. "Sit with your hands in your lap," she ordered. I did. "I want you to answer my question honestly. It is a little late, and I don't want to do both tonight. I will tie you and drive you crazy. Or I will let you serve me. Choose."
"Will you tell me your preference?"
"I would enjoy both."
"I don't want to pick, Miranda," I said. "I want to please you."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Yes."
"You won't feel cheated if it's not a big bondage scene?"
"No, Miranda," I said. "I'll feel cheated if you aren't pleased, or if you stop telling me you are enjoying yourself." I paused for a moment, and perhaps she knew I wasn't done. "I like bondage scenes. I like them an awful lot."
"But?"
"Do you?"
"I do," she said. "Very much."
"Do I have to pick?"
"No, darling," she said. She stepped away, and a moment later she said, "Hold out one hand."
I lifted my right hand, and she tied a scarf around my wrist. Then she ordered me to give her my other, and she tied a second scarf around my second wrist. After that, she knelt in front of me and added a third and fourth scarf around my ankles.
Then she stood and said, "Undress me. Slowly. You may move around as you prefer, and you will kiss and stroke my skin as you expose it."
I started with her boots, kneeling before her. My hands found the zipper. She stepped out of each one, and I set them aside, then I stroked her legs with my hands before bending down and kissing each foot.
"That's nice, Cassidy," she said. "In moderation." I took that to mean she enjoyed a touch of foot adoration, but she didn't care for foot worship. So I kissed each foot once more then set my hands on her hips and used her to steady myself as I climbed to my feet.
I hadn't paid attention to how her clothing was secured. "Are you going to tell me how to remove everything?"
She chuckled. "No. You'll have to feel for the buttons, zippers, ties, and what not."
She was wearing a very thin, light leather jacket, I brushed it from her shoulders, running my fingers along the newly-exposed skin, then set the jacket aside. I moved behind her and left a line of kisses along her shoulders and the back of her neck.
"Very nice, Cassidy," she said. I stroked her arms some more, walking around in front of her again, moving slowly, continuing to kiss her shoulders, then lifting one hand to kiss her fingers.
Then I stepped into her, using my hands to explore what she was wearing under the jacket. It was a leather vest, and I explored for a while, pretending to look for a zipper. I took an opportunity to place both hands on her ass. She kissed my shoulder while I did it.
"Good girl," she whispered. The simple praise sent fresh shivers up my spine.
I was so easy.
The vest buttoned in front, and I eventually found the buttons. She'd only buttoned three anyway, having left the rest open to offer a view of cleavage. As I exposed more of her skin, I buried my face in her chest, inhaling deeply.
She smelled divine.
"Yes," she whispered. "You feel very good, Cassidy."
She continued to praise me as I slipped the vest from her, and I spent several minutes kissing and touching the exposed skin, loosening her bra while doing so. As soon as I slipped it from her, I stepped in front of her, knelt down, and took a nipple in my mouth. She gasped.
"Yes," she said, clutching my head to her. "Just like that. Ohhh..." She moaned and quivered, and I quivered along with her expressions of pleasure.
Her skin was not taut. Her breasts were not pert. She was fifty-three, after all. But she smelled wonderful, and I found my ardor rising as she continued speaking to me, encouraging me, expressing her pleasure in what I was doing to her.
I found the zipper for the skirt and lowered it, then removed her panties as well. I began kissing the fr
eshly exposed skin, then put my hands on her hips and encouraged her to turn around. She laughed as she turned to face away from me. I kissed each cheek, earning more chuckles. "Good girl," she said again.
The constant praise was exactly what I wanted, exactly what I needed, and I was quickly becoming lost to it.
I moved my lips to the cleft of her two cheeks, right over her tailbone. She stilled as I kissed, then I flicked at her with my tongue. This was something I enjoyed; I was very sensitive there, and light attention like this could always make me squirm. Miranda shivered as I gave her tailbone attention.
"Oh, you are very playful, Cassidy," she purred. "I like playful." She thrust her ass towards me slightly, encouraging my behavior, and I flicked my tongue at her, teasing as best I could.
But she turned around, clasped my hands, and pulled me to my feet. I found myself enveloped in her arms, and we kissed deeply, both of us moaning a little and panting quite a bit before the kiss was over.
"Cassidy, the truth. If I order you to pamper me, will you feel cheated?"
"No, Miranda," I replied. "Will you guide me?"
"A little," she said. "Will that be enough?"
"Yes," I said. I laid my head on her bare shoulder and held her tightly. "Were you teasing when you promised the entire weekend?"
"No. I don't tease like that."
She led us both to the bed. "Wait." I heard rustling, and then she pulled me onto the bed with her. She had peeled down the rough bedspread leaving soft sheets against our skin. She used the scarves on my wrists to guide me for a moment, and I found her lying back amongst the pillows. She pulled me to her.
* * * *
I took my time, savoring her. At times, she guided me. At other times, she simply ordered me to make her feel good. She offered frequent praise for what I was doing.
Without orders I would only grow so bold. She figured that out and gave me specific direction a few times.
I kept her quivering and squirming for a long time until finally she ordered me to give her an orgasm. Even then, I took my time, and when she finally came, she was chanting, "You're so good, Cassidy, oh you're so good. So good. So good."
She pulled me up afterwards, kissing me. I knew I tasted like her. She pulled me into her arms, and I lay with my head against her shoulder, nestled against her with one leg thrown over hers.
"Oh Cassidy," she said, "You are such a treat. Will you be disappointed if I'm a bit of a princess?"
