by S. J. Lewis
Marie turned to face her friend, pulling away from her at the same time. She held out the phone. “He wants to talk to you,” she said.
Cheryl looked surprised, but she took the phone. “Yes, sir?” she asked. For several long minutes she listened in silence. Her expression gradually grew serious.
“Yes, sir,” she said at last. She handed the phone back to Marie. As Marie took it from her, Cheryl turned her back and knelt on the floor. She crossed her wrists behind her and bowed her head.
“Marie. Marie!” The sound of his voice brought Marie back from wherever her mind had wandered.
“Yes, Master!” she responded.
“Is Cheryl kneeling as I told her to?”
“Ah…yes, Master.”
“Good. I told her that you have handcuffs and leg-cuffs there and you can put them on her if you want. Tonight, she is to obey you. Do you understand, Marie?”
“I…I’m not sure, Master.”
“For tonight, Cheryl is yours to dominate as you will,” he said. “I expect you to take advantage of the opportunity.”
Marie looked at Cheryl, who was keeping her pose. A smile spread slowly across her face. “Yes, Master,” she nodded. “I understand. Thank you, Master.”
“Good night, Marie. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Master,” Marie said. She made a kissing noise for him, but she didn’t know if he heard it before he hung up. She closed the phone and put it down, her eyes fixed on Cheryl the whole time. This was just too good!
“Stay there, slave,” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” Cheryl responded. From the tone of her voice she was probably smirking, confident that Marie wouldn’t push matters too far. Marie stared at Cheryl’s bare back for a moment before she turned back to her computer.
There was only one e-mail from him. It told her not only what to do when she returned home from work tomorrow but how to dress, and when to go outside to be picked up. Marie nibbled at her lower lip. How did he know what she had stashed away in her closet? He must have done some investigating the night he was here. She could picture him investigating every nook and cranny of her little apartment while she lay spent and asleep in her bed. The thought gave her a sudden thrill: He wanted to know everything about her.
She quickly turned to see if Cheryl had moved. It didn’t look as if she had. Marie closed her e-mail and shut down her computer. As pleasantly worn as she felt by now, it was still early. There was still plenty of time to think of things to do with, or to, Cheryl. Now, where had she put the box with the cuffs and ball gag?
Cheryl offered no resistance when Marie snapped the handcuffs around her wrists, but she seemed surprised and at first reluctant when Marie tried to force the ball gag into her mouth. In the end, she yielded without a word, though she kept making annoyed little sounds as Marie cinched the gag tight and buckled it snugly in place.
With Cheryl secured, Marie couldn’t resist kneeling close behind her friend and reaching around to cup Cheryl’s breasts. They felt warm and soft, and certainly bigger than her own were. Ordinarily, Marie found that a little bothersome, but tonight it didn’t matter. Cheryl began squirming and protesting as Marie tweaked her nipples.
Marie found herself becoming aroused, especially when Cheryl began brushing her fingers against her thighs and belly while she continued fondling Cheryl’s breasts. Then Cheryl let out a muffled moan and leaned back against Marie. She let her head loll back onto Marie’s shoulder. Marie found herself kissing and nibbling at Cheryl’s vulnerable throat before she realized what she was doing. She heard Cheryl moaning and was on the edge of moaning herself when she shook her head and pushed Cheryl away. Cheryl knelt, leaning forward a little, her head bowed, while Marie tried to regain control of herself and slow her breathing. She could hear Cheryl huffing and puffing through her nose.
After a moment, when her breath and heartbeat had gotten a little closer to normal, Marie got to her feet. Her legs felt a little unsteady, but she could manage. She wondered if men got to feeling like this when they handled a handcuffed, naked woman’s body, especially when the woman was as aroused by the situation as Cheryl seemed to be. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Cheryl’s dark hair.
“Up,” Marie ordered. Cheryl came to her feet awkwardly, squealing and complaining. Marie ignored the noise and kept her grip. Once Cheryl was on her feet, Marie steered her into the bedroom. Once in there, she made Cheryl lie down on the bed. She let go of her friend’s hair and stepped back to consider what to do next. Tie Cheryl’s ankles to the bed frame? No, that wasn’t it. Anyway, she had no rope on hand and she didn’t want to ruin another pair of her stockings. Cheryl lay perfectly still while Marie kept thinking, wondering how to truss Cheryl up even more. An idea finally came to her. She gave Cheryl’s taut, toned ass a hard spank, making her friend jerk and yelp.
“Stay put,” Marie ordered. “I’ll be right back.”
Months ago, the building super had done some plumbing repairs in Marie’s apartment. He’d left something behind, and while Marie kept meaning to tell him about it, somehow it kept slipping her mind. She rummaged around in the cabinet under the sink and picked it up. It was somewhat less than half a roll of duct tape. Marie smiled as she carried it back into her bedroom. She showed it to Cheryl before she climbed onto the bed with her.
Cheryl kept more or less still, but she kept trying to turn her head to see what Marie was doing. She didn’t struggle when Marie began duct-taping her legs, bending each one double before wrapping it with the tape. Marie kept picturing the woman she’d seen on her computer, and tying Cheryl up in the same way was exciting. Once Cheryl’s legs were secured, Marie removed the handcuffs and tied her friend’s wrists behind her with more tape. That done, she helped Cheryl turn over: It was a little tricky. The bed was bigger than a single, but not much bigger, and at one point Cheryl almost slid off of the bed onto the hard floor. Finally, Cheryl was on her back. She looked up at Marie warily. It was clear that she hadn’t expected anything like this. She had to be wondering what came next. Marie was wondering that herself. There were just so many things she could do that it was difficult to choose. She stretched out alongside Cheryl and rested a hand on Cheryl’s belly. Cheryl squirmed a little and looked away. She kept looking away even when Marie slid a hand between her legs and started teasing her.
It was…interesting, fondling another woman’s most private parts, Marie thought. She had to repress a nervous giggle when Cheryl began to squirm again and moaned around the ball gag. She could feel Cheryl getting wet, and that was interesting too.
A sudden whim prompted Marie to mount her friend. She lay down on top of Cheryl, letting her take all of her weight. Cheryl made an odd squeaking noise and looked up at Marie. Marie grinned down at her, their faces inches apart.
“Remember that first night, in the showers?” she asked. Cheryl nodded, quickly and jerkily. Between Cheryl’s parted legs, Marie ground her hips, slowly.
“You made me come,” Marie continued. “Now, I can make you come if I want. Maybe I do, and maybe I don’t. Maybe I’ll just tease you, and not make you come. How would you like that?” She could barely believe what she was saying, let alone what she was doing. This was supposed to be a bad thing, but how could it be bad if it felt so good? She raised herself on her arms so she could rub her nipples gently against Cheryl’s, and she shuddered deliciously at the sensual friction. Cheryl’s eyes lost focus for a moment before she was able to shake her head ‘no’.
“So, you’d like me to make you come?” Marie taunted her friend. The feel of Cheryl’s bound and naked body against hers was intoxicating. A plan of sorts began to form as Cheryl nodded vigorously. Marie pretended to consider Cheryl’s request.
“All right,” she said at last. “I’ll make you come. I have all sorts of wonderful toys here for that.” Actually, about all she had was that vibrator and her own hands, but why let Cheryl know that? Cheryl tried to smile, but the ball gag prevented that
. It also prevented some other things. Marie slid up so that she could kneel on the bed, straddling Cheryl, and started to unbuckle the gag.
“I’ll make you come,” she promised. “But first, you’ll have to make me come. Understand?”
Cheryl looked dubious. When Marie pulled the ball gag out of her mouth she took a deep gulp of air. “What do you mean?” she asked, and then gasped again.
“I think you’ll figure it out,” Marie’s smile widened as she began knee-walking, slowly, further and further up along Cheryl’s torso.
“Oh, geez,” Cheryl huffed. “You can’t mean…”
“I do mean,” Marie turned stern as she leaned forward to support herself against the headboard. Her pussy was now poised directly over Cheryl’s face. “I figure you still owe me for getting me into all this in the first place. Now, get to work!”
Cheryl made one weak noise of protest as Marie slowly lowered herself. “Do you want to come or not?” Marie asked. “I’d kinda like to see how close I can get you to coming, and how many times, without ever letting you come.”
Cheryl whined, but a moment later Marie felt her friend’s tongue lapping softly at her pussy. Marie shivered and tightened her grip on the headboard. “You’ll have to do better than that,” she said between clenched teeth. Cheryl whined again, but put her lips to Marie’s labia and thrust her tongue up between them. Marie arched her back and moaned up at the ceiling. “That’s it!” she gasped. “That’s it!”
Cheryl grunted in reply and dug in deeper with her tongue, probing for Marie’s clit. The sounds she was making began to sound wet and sloppy. Marie moaned again and pressed her hips down a little further. She ignored Cheryl’s indignant squeal. As intoxicating as it had been just to feel Cheryl’s bound and naked body under hers, what she felt now was light-years beyond that. She shuddered and groaned as she felt Cheryl’s tongue and lips working at the soft, slippery, exquisitely sensitive flesh of her pussy. She clenched her teeth again and let out a hiss of pure pleasure.
No…it wasn’t purely pleasure. It was pleasure wrapped up with an incredible feeling of power and dominance. She felt as if the top of her head was about to blow off from the sheer intensity of it all. She groped, blindly and one-handed, for the ball gag, found it, and clumsily stuffed it into her mouth. It was still a bit wet from Cheryl’s saliva, but Marie didn’t care. She needed something to muffle the screams and shrieks that were bubbling up inside of her. It would be bad if all that noise scared the neighbors and caused them to call the police. She bit down hard on the rubber ball and let herself go. Cheryl had found her clit, and was working it over furiously with her tongue, licking, licking, licking…
Marie came with a series of full-body shudders and muffled screams. Cheryl kept working away, arching her body so her tongue could reach deeper into Marie’s pussy. Marie came again, but this time she pressed down so hard that she felt Cheryl squirming and struggling under her for breath. As much as she wanted this strange and wonderful feeling to go on forever, she had to stop or risk smothering Cheryl.
Marie flopped down on the bed alongside her friend. Both of them were panting and gasping for breath now, too weak to do anything else. The lower half of Cheryl’s face was wet and glistening. As their breathing slowly subsided to something approaching normal, Marie raised herself and kissed Cheryl. Now she could taste herself, and that began stoking her excitement again. She forced her tongue into Cheryl’s mouth. Cheryl squirmed and moaned, but submitted. When Marie finally broke the kiss, they were both gasping and puffing again.
“Please,” Cheryl begged. “Please, make me come! I’m so hot! Please, Marie!”
Marie snickered and slid her hand between Cheryl’s raised and parted legs. It felt as if she could just about go swimming down there, and Cheryl moaned at her touch. She tried to raise her hips to meet Marie’s hand, but the way her legs were bound made that almost impossible.
“I will,” Marie promised as her fingers slid up and down and in and out of Cheryl’s pussy. “But I’m going to do this right.” She kissed Cheryl once more before she slid out of bed and padded into the bathroom. She brought a hand towel back with her and used it to wipe Cheryl’s face clean. Cheryl was whining now, and she kept whining as Marie tossed the towel away and picked up the roll of duct tape.
“I don’t want you scaring the neighbors,” Marie said as she ripped off a piece and smoothed it down over Cheryl’s mouth. Cheryl nodded vigorously, which made it difficult to get the tape gag as secure as Marie wanted. She tore off two more pieces and added them to the gag, laying them down at different angles so that almost all of Cheryl’s face below her nose was covered, as well as much of her cheeks. Marie just had to spend a moment admiring her handiwork before she retrieved her vibrator from the drawer she kept it in. She brandished the toy in front of Cheryl and turned it on. Cheryl nodded again, closed her eyes, and let her knees sag wide apart. She moaned.
Chapter Eight
As Marie exited her apartment building at exactly the time she’d been instructed to a glossy black limousine pulled to a stop in the street right in front of her. She picked her way carefully down the stone steps. There had been a brief rain shower a little while ago, and the steps could be slippery. It didn’t help that she was wearing the black stiletto heels she’d bought two years ago and worn exactly twice before today. By the time she got to the sidewalk the limo driver had gotten out and was holding the rear door open for her.
A gust of cold wind blew down the street, almost hard enough to cause her to stumble in her unfamiliar heels. The driver saw that and hurried over to help.
“Thanks,” Marie smiled at him. Then her smile faded. The driver was the same man who had taken her home in his cab, a week and a lifetime ago.
“It’s you!” she said as she took his arm.
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned and nodded. “Nice to see you again too.”
Marie felt her face reddening. How much did he know about…everything? “You…ah…have two jobs?” she asked as they maneuvered between some parked cars.
“No,” he smiled and shook his head. As much as he looked something like a semi-pro wrestler, his smile was surprisingly warm. “Just the one job: I’m a driver.”
“Oh,” Marie let him help her into the back of the limo. He was there, waiting for her, and she forgot everything else. She barely felt the limo door being shut as he took her into his arms and kissed her.
“How are you, my little Marie?” he asked.
Marie risked a quick look forward. There seemed to be a privacy screen up between them and the front seat. “I am well, Master,” she smiled. “And I am very happy to see you again.”
“You made no plans for the weekend?” he asked. “No date for Saturday night?”
“Oh, no, Master,” Marie shook her head. “I am yours for the whole weekend.” Her heart pounded as she said that.
“Let’s see how you dressed for tonight,” he said, his hand stroking her cheek. “Open your coat.”
Marie hastily unbuttoned her long winter coat and opened it.
“No, take it off,” he shook his head. She shrugged the coat off and let him look her over. The dress she wore was like her shoes in that she’d only worn it twice before. It was a simple little black number more suited to summer than winter wear. It left her arms and shoulders bare, except for the two fragile spaghetti straps that held it up, and the flared skirt ended just a little bit above her knees. She’d originally bought it to wear to a relative’s wedding reception, hoping to attract some male attention. It hadn’t worked quite as well as she’d hoped. She’d attracted too much attention, and most of it from the wrong types.
“Are you wearing a brassiere?” he asked.
“No, Master,” Marie shook her head. Did he know how much it excited her to call him ‘Master’? He had to know.
“Show me,” he ordered. Marie shot a glance at the privacy screen and then another at the windows to reassure herself that they really were tinted too dark fo
r anyone to see in before she slid the spaghetti straps down off of her shoulders and let the dress fall, baring her breasts for him. He reached out to brush a nipple lightly with his finger. Marie shivered, but not from the cold. It was actually on the warm side here in the limo.
“That shade of lipstick suits you,” he smiled.
“Thank you, Master,” Marie all but simpered. She looked at him as he sat, so handsome and self-assured in his dark suit and red tie, and marveled at how he could make her feel like a giddy schoolgirl. She hadn’t felt like that even when she had been a schoolgirl.
“I’d like to see some of it on me,” he said. Marie immediately leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped her with an upraised hand.
“Not there, Marie,” he shook his head, still smiling. Marie blinked, then understood what he meant.
“Oh,” she looked at his crotch and found herself salivating. “Of course, Master,” she looked back up at him and smiled.
She pulled her arms free of the spaghetti straps and slid onto her knees in front of him. There was more than enough room back here for her to do that, and the carpeting felt thicker and softer than what you’d find in most houses. Even so, she was a little concerned for her stockings. She unzipped his fly. She had to take a deep breath to steady herself before she did that, and she had to force herself to go slowly. She reached into his pants and fumbled with his boxer shorts, trying to find the opening so she could draw his cock out. He wasn’t erect yet, but it still felt thick and heavy in her hand. She pulled it out carefully and bent her head to take him into her mouth. It felt a little strange to be doing that while she was untied, and it seemed strange that that should feel strange, but those feelings dissipated as she concentrated on the wonderful, decadent sensation of his cock filling her mouth. She sucked and licked until she heard him groan, and then she pulled her head back, still holding his cock gently in her hand.
“Like that, Master?” she smiled up at him. Who cared if her lipstick was ruined? It was on his cock, just like he wanted, and her mouth still tingled from the feel of him.
