by Rachel Heath
“Relax,” Delores said.
I did. And as I did, she began moving her fingers almost out and then back in again. My hand was between my legs, pulling on my labia hood and clitoris.
“That’s right, Carrie. The other man would be rubbing on his peter.”
I didn’t say anything but kept on rubbing. She kept moving her fingers in and out and in and out until, finally, I came in a paroxysm of violent cris.
My reflection showed a flushed face.
I looked deep into Delores’ eyes. “So that’s what perverts do,” I said.
***
The “assisted living care facility” I live in now is called Breton Ridge. I was recently transferred to an apartment on the first floor and I like it better here since I have to use a wheelchair to get around.
I was in the dining area when Kay mentioned the Leopold and Loeb case. Kay is a hunch-backed woman with hair dyed a blue-tinged silver. She has a hearing aid in one ear (I’ve got them in both).
“They made another film about that one just a couple of years ago,” Rick told her. Rick is completely blind and uses a wheelchair plus a cane in front of it.
“What is it called?” I asked.
“Swoon,” Rick said. “At least I think that’s it. Don’t quote me.”
Rick was right.
Breton Ridge has an in-house video service. I special ordered Swoon.
The actor playing Loeb was not nearly as cute, in my opinion, as Dickie was. However, the one playing Leopold was cuter than Babe because he wasn’t afflicted with those eyebrows. Swoon brought back memories even before they got to the part where the women were forced to leave the courtroom.
By then, my fingers had already found their way to my warm and very moist pussy.
Chapter Fourteen
Who Says A Blind Girl Can’t Be Bad?
“Gold makes me think of something that’s worth a lot, like money but not money because cash is green,” TJ explained between bites of vegetarian pizza. “Green is money and nature, natural things. Yellow is sunshine... and brightness generally. Blue means boy and sky and also sad.” TJ washed the pizza down with some beer, then added, “And cold. Blue is also cold. Purple is more than blue but also opposite because gay men are lavender which is like purple. I also think of royalty and of loudness when I think of purple.”
“How about red? And pink?” Zenobia asked before taking a sip of iced tea. Zenobia had long wondered what concept a completely blind person from birth -- like TJ -- had of colors.
“When someone says ‘red,’ I think about anger and hotness and shame and embarrassment,” TJ said. “I don’t really know what it means but I know I’ve turned it because I can feel blushing.”
“Yeah,” Zenobia said, “I guess you also know that’s a color you make once a month.” It was that time of the month for Zenobia now. Being on the rag often made Zenobia get horny more easily because she was especially aware of her own juices.
“Right,” TJ replied. “Also, I know it’s the color my butt turned when Mom or one of my step-Dads spanked me.”
“Did you get a lot of spankings when you were growing up, TJ?” Zenobia asked.
“I got my share,” TJ said with a shrug.
“I would have thought parents would be reluctant to spank a blind girl,” Zenobia said thoughtfully.
“Who says a blind girl can’t be bad?” TJ asked.
“Oh,” Zenobia said. “I bet you were!”
“I still am!” TJ replied, squeezing Zenobia’s hand.
TJ and Zenobia and been going together for about six months. They had met at work -- TJ was a computer programmer and Zenobia a secretary -- where they struck up a friendship that had only recently gotten physical. Both women were of medium dark skin and were usually taken for Hispanic, which Zenobia was while TJ was half Osage Indian and half Irish/German/whatever. Zenobia was quite slim, with a narrow face and angular features, and a nicely developed bust. She wore her brown curly hair big and fluffy and down to her shoulders. TJ was of average weight, quite shapely, with a heart-shaped face, beestung lips, and straight black hair that she wore short and side-parted. A slice of it fell attractively across her forehead.
TJ did not wear dark glasses; her brown eyes were unfocused but otherwise looked normal. She had taken a white cane to the restaurant.
Both women were wearing blue jeans; TJ’s were tight, dark, and crisp-looking, Zenobia’s somewhat loose-fitting. TJ wore a pink T-shirt which said in black block letters: Blind Lovers Do It With Feeling. Zenobia had a pale blue halter top on.
The pizzeria was only a block away from TJ’s apartment. They walked because Zenobia’s driver’s license had been suspended due to a DWI. (That was also why she’d been drinking tea instead of beer.) When they got back to TJ’s apartment, she asked Zenobia, “Would you spank a blind girl?”
“Huh?” Zenobia was startled as she settled into the black, fake-leather couch beside TJ, whose lips were curled in a wry smile. Zenobia mused, “Spank a blind girl... gee... I don’t know... “
As they held hands, TJ explained, “My last girlfriend couldn’t give me a spanking. She said it would make her feel too mean, spanking a blind person.”
“Oh.” Zenobia squeezed TJ’s hand. She was trying hard to take this in. “Was your girlfriend sighted?”
“Yes,” TJ replied. “But she was disabled.”
“How so?” Zenobia asked.
“Wheelchair user. We went together like forever and made love but she wouldn’t spank me.” TJ’s voice was heavy with the remembered disappointment.
“Well, a lot of people just don’t happen to like it,” Zenobia said, pulling her thoughts together. “Maybe it didn’t have anything to do with your being blind.”
“No, it did,” TJ corrected, her tone rising with annoyance. “She told me she had spanked a sighted boyfriend, an able-bodied guy. She even said she like doing it. That it turned her on.”
Zenobia was quiet for awhile. She let her fingers go idly up and down TJ’s arm. Zenobia had had fantasies about spanking but she was always the one getting the spanking. She crossed her legs and tensed the muscles of her inner thighs: her pussy was getting moist. It wouldn’t be too hard to accommodate TJ’s desires, she decided.
“Do you want a spanking?” Zenobia asked.
“Well... I think I kind of deserve one,” TJ said slowly. She smiled wryly; Zenobia thought TJ looked gorgeous when she smiled.
“What did you do that was bad?” Zenobia asked, assuming a stern tone of voice.
TJ ran her tongue over her front teeth, then answered, “I made love with another woman.”
“Oh, you are bad!” Zenobia said. “Who was she?”
“I don’t think you know her. She’s sighted. And able-bodied. I know her from my old neighborhood. Her name is Luvika.”
“I guess I don’t know her,” Zenobia stated, gritting her teeth. “Lucky for her. If I had caught the two of you -- “
“You can spank one of us right now,” TJ reminded her.
“Yes, I sure can,” Zenobia realized with elation. “Get across my lap, you horny little tramp.”
TJ felt her way across Zenobia’s lap. As she did so, TJ enjoyed the warm mist-like excitement of letting go of herself.
“Do you want me to bare your bottom?” Zenobia asked.
TJ thought: Zenobia catches on quick. “Yeah,” she answered.
“You’ve got to undo your fly first.”
Twisting over on her side, TJ slowly unbuttoned her fly while Zenobia realized that love pudding was mixing with her monthly wine.
Zenobia pulled TJ’s jeans and panties down, noting that TJ was wearing a lacy white pair of panties. Swat! Zenobia’s palm hit lightly against TJ’s curvy brown bottom. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! The blows were light and steady.
TJ’s pussy moistened but she needed more than this. “Luvika is so much fun,” she said. “Her breasts are so big. I loved getting lost in those big, firm melons, kissing them and feeling my f
ace between them.”
Swat! Swat! Zenobia’s blows were harder. “Are her breasts bigger than mine?” she asked.
“Yeah,” TJ replied, sensing she had hit the right button. “A lot bigger. And firmer too.”
Zenobia struck with all her might. Swat! Swat! Swat!
TJ was starting to get what she wanted now. “I sucked on her titties and I ate her pussy,” TJ elaborated between Zenobia’s swats. “Her pussy smelled so sweet, I must have spent over an hour down there.”
TJ’s bottom was bouncing now and turning pink. Zenobia hit fiercely. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! She was making TJ’s ass a deep red. Swat! Swat! Swat! Zenobia placed a curious finger on TJ’s twat. TJ spread her thighs and Zenobia found her lover’s cunt full of juice and hot as a furnace.
“You are a horny little, thing, TJ,” Zenobia said admiringly.
TJ turned around and Zenobia guided TJ’s mouth to her own. The two women kissed as four of Zenobia’s fingers easily slid up TJ, who rode them, red bottom bouncing until she cried, “Ohhhhhhhh!” as she came.
Zenobia pulled her T-shirt off and undid her bra, letting her C-cup breasts swing free. TJ took a long pull on one of them, culminating in sucking Zenobia’s hardening nipple as her other hand fondled Zenobia’s other breast. Zenobia took a deep breath; her clit and labia tingled.
“You want me to eat you?” TJ asked.
“I’m on my monthly, remember?” Zenobia said.
“I remember.” TJ kissed Zenobia’s belly and licked around the belly button. TJ shucked off her own jeans and removed her T-shirt and bra. Fully naked, she took up her white cane and went to the cupboard near the bathroom, her swaying buttocks still a bit pink from the spanking, where they kept the dental dams.
“We should make love in bed,” Zenobia decided and went to their bedroom, where she stretched her body out on the sheets, rubbing and squeezing on her own titties. She had divested herself of her jeans but left panties and pad on.
TJ brought a dental dam and a small towel to the bed. At that point, Zenobia took her panties off, placing the towel under her bottom. Then she put the dental dam on and spread her legs which were bent at the knees. Her lover’s head dived between her thighs. TJ’s tongue went horizontally across Zenobia’s in a constant vibrating motion, the way Zenobia always liked her to start out. Her tongue went down between her major and minor lips as Zenobia’s breathing started to speed up.
“Ahhh,” Zenobia moaned. Her head went first to one side, then the other. “Ahhh... Suck my clit, baby,” she said. “Oh, yeah! OHHHHHHH!”
Later, the ladies were lying together, TJ naked and Zenobia back in her underpants, when Zenobia asked, “That bit about you and another woman -- Luvika?”
“Yes?” TJ asked.
“You made that up, didn’t you?”
“Well, I do know a woman named Luvika,” TJ began as Zenobia’s hand tensed on her arm. TJ realized: we’re not playing anymore.
“The sex part was made up,” TJ lied.
Zenobia breathed a sigh of relief and hugged TJ more closely to her.
Chapter Fifteen
Duchess and Sharla
Duchess narrowed her lively brown eyes, which were heavily outlined in black and had ostentatious false lashes. Sharla knew that look and prepared herself. Duchess cupped a black-gloved hand beneath the slave’s chin. Sharla shut her eyes and Duchess slapped Sharla across the face. A pink mark appeared on the submissive’s freckled face.
Pretty, red-haired Sharla thought for a moment. What was she doing wrong? Then she realized: she had absentmindedly closed her knees. She opened them wide enough so that her inner thighs no longer touched each other. Duchess kissed her, on the same side of the face she had slapped her, and continued her conversation with the Mistress sitting next to her.
“Stand up, my pretty one,” Duchess commanded imperiously.
Sharla stood.
Duchess lifted Sharla’s flouncy multi-flowered pastel skirt up to her waist, exposing her sparse auburn pubic hair to the other Mistress. “What did I tell you, Madeline, the little slut never wears any panties.”
Sharla felt her face burn--she still blushed quite easily--and her heavy-lidded eyes automatically lowered. She smiled in pleasant embarrassment.
“What do you think?” Duchess purred.
“I want her,” Madeline said, her voice husky with desire.
“Why should I let you have her?” Duchess inquired.
Mistress Madeline removed the sparking, multi-stoned necklace from around her neck and put it around the Great Duchess’s.
The Duchess whirled around to examine herself in the mirror on the wall in back of them. “Ah,” she murmured, examining the gift. “Yes, I like this treasure... so I will let you use one of mine.” She turned to her slave. “Sharla, you know what I will do to you after you’ve been with another woman.”
“Yes, Duchess,” the submissive answered.
“I want you to service Mistress Madeline. Will you do so?”
“Yes, Duchess,” Sharla said again, still staring at the floor. She felt her pussy getting wetly warm and her nipples tingly.
“Well, Sharla, I believe Madeline wants some privacy so you and she can go into the bedroom. Take as long as you like, Madeline. And Sharla, you take good care of her, understand? Treat Mistress Madeline just as well as you treat me, my pretty one.”
“Yes, Duchess,” Sharla said, nodding. Smiling demurely, she peeked up at the Duchess, then at Mistress Madeline.
The Duchess motioned toward the door with her thumb and Sharla allowed Madeline to lead her in there by the thin gold chain which hung from the powder blue dog collar around her neck.
Once in the other room, Madeline sat down on the canopied, four-poster bed (it was neatly made up and had a white comforter with rows of little marshmallow-like decorations raised up on it) and commanded the submissive, “Take off my boots.”
Sharla knelt at Madeline’s feet.
“But first,” Madeline said, “Lick them. I want to see my boots all clean and shiny.”
The slave began licking the leather boots, enjoying the odor of the material as her tongue enthusiastically polished them.
“Pretty good,” Madeline complimented, “Yeah... That’s a good sign. You’re practiced with your tongue, Sharla darling. Now you may remove my boots.”
The submissive pulled the zippers on the boots down with her teeth, then used her hands to pull them off.
“Kiss my feet,” the Mistress ordered.
Sharla obeyed, kissing both feet through hose.
“Now remove my panties,” Madeline said.
Sharla pulled Mistress Madeline’s black panties off.
“Awwwww, what a well-trained little slave,” Madeline observed, “The Duchess did a good job with you.” She fell back on the bed lazily and pulled up on her leather miniskirt.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Sharla said.
“Let’s see what else you can do with that tongue of yours,” Madeline said, indicating her pussy.
Sharla put her face between Madeline’s thighs. The latter’s furry pink pussy opened up like a sea anemone. Sharla’s tongue slid slowly along the cunt lips, up and down, up and down, up and down.
Mistress Madeline let out a deep moan as she started to get turned on by the tender kiss.
The juice on Sharla’s tongue got warmer and heavier as she kept on licking, licking, licking.
“Oh, yeah,” Madeline sighed. Keep on, just keep on.”
The slave happily obeyed until the Mistress said, “Inside the hole now” and Sharla slid her tongue in and out of Madeline’s wet and throbbing love tunnel.
“Yeah ... ohhhh... yeaaahhhh ... ” Mistress Madeline began to swing her pelvis. “Along the side... yeah... the side of the clit--like that! yeah! Ohhhhhhhh, yeah, ohhhhhhh!” Mistress Madeline came with a long shudder and a brief scream.
***
When the Mistress and the borrowed slave came out of the bedroom, Duchess was sitting on t
he sofa. She spoke to Sharla, “You know where the paddle is.”
Sharla went to the chest and pulled it out of a drawer. Then she handed it to Duchess.
“Get into the position.”
Sharla pulled her skirt up and bent over the wing-backed green velour chair.
Duchess brought the paddle down, hard, on her bare butt, making a loud crack followed instantly by Sharla’s tremulous cry. The Duchess brought the paddle down again and again and again, in swift succession but always holding the paddle down for a precious moment on the plump exposed cheeks to make it sting just a bit more.
“Oh! Ohhh! It hurts! Oh my God it hurts it hurts!” Sharla’s hands knotted together. But she did not move her bottom out of the way.
“Give me that pillow, Madeline.” Duchess indicated a fat purple pillow on the couch, one with gold tassels. She handed it to Sharla. “Here, hold onto this.”
The red-haired submissive grasped the pillow, hugging it, holding it against the side of her face, digging her nails into the comforting cloth.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Duchess’s swats were strong and swift. Crack!
“Oh it hurts! Oh! Oh it hurts so bad! It hurts so bad! Oh! Oh! It hurts, Duchess, it hurts it hurts!”
Duchess’s paddle caused Sharla’s buttocks to bounce violently, The cheeks bouncing closer together, the cheeks bouncing apart as they pinkened and reddened and reddened darker to a sore mulled wine.
Finally the Duchess brought the paddle down and held it down but this time she didn’t strike again. She put the paddle on a nearby table.
Sharla remained bent over the chair, her flame-colored, curly locks streaming down her back. By now she knew better than to get up without permission.
“What do you say when you get what you deserve, my pretty one?”
“Thank you, Duchess.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Thank you, Duchess,” the slave said loudly.
“You may stand, sweetheart.”
She stood. Her eyes first met Mistress Madeline’s; the latter’s eyes wore a frank look of amazement. But Duchess turned Sharla’s face to her own and kissed her deeply and lovingly and gently on the mouth. She kissed the submissive’s face, then down her neck gently, and slid her blouse down from her shoulders. The dominant woman’s hands ran slowly, leisurely, over the full breasts. Her tongue licked in delicate circular motions over one of her ivory swellings, lingering on the powder peach of her nipple. Duchess looked at Sharla again and smiled sweetly and kissed her again on the mouth, not bothering to insert her tongue this time, and turning to Madeline, she said, “Why don’t you kiss my pretty one?”
