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His name is Keith and the most interesting thing I can say about him would take a week or so to make up. He is neither rich nor good looking, but then I’m no super model either. He is intelligent with a good sense of humor, polite, and seven years younger than I. My name is Nancy, that is my middle name, my first name is Elisabeth. I never liked any of the nick names, Liz, Beth, and Lilly for Elisabeth or Elisabeth itself for that matter. My mother who goes by Betty is also, Elisabeth. She named me with the intention of calling me by my middle name, which I have always preferred.
Keith and I had been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, but not yet intimate. When you’re a teenager, it’s dating, in college you hang out, and in your forties you’re seeing each other. If you have any better way to express social sexual exclusive relationship, let me know. But forget that “friends with benefits” stuff, because benefits to me are Labor Day off and a decent health plan, not fucking! As he escorted me to my door after our third date, I invited him in for a drink. I didn’t know how to react to his reply when he said he had to get up early in the morning. Was he just busy or was that the final brush-off? Taking a deep breath, I made my intentions clear.
“I was hoping we could have a glass of Sherry, strip off, and spend the night together in my bed.”
I was not entirely certain if granting consent required me to specifically say I wanted his cock in my pussy, but he seemed to get the drift and we enjoyed the Sherry, my bed, and each other till morning. His love making is a lot like the rest of him, but I had been six months without the pleasure of a man and it was any “poke” in a storm. I guess this is as good as any time to tell you that I like sex, but have never really enjoyed a wild orgasm not sure I ever had a passable one. Oh, I play with my clit and all that, getting off, so to speak, but I don’t really find it overwhelming. We enjoyed mutual “benefits” for a few more weekends, and then he suggested something different.
He said he had been reading some stories on the internet written by amateur authors and wanted to try something unusual. He was so damn bashful about what he wanted that I virtually had to drag it out one word at a time. He essentially wanted to do a little light bondage. He would tie me up helpless, molest me, and pretend to force himself on me against my will. Now, I have to tell you that I always asked him to use a condom, which was not to prevent pregnancy or STDs; I just have never enjoyed the gooey mess left inside me after the guy ejaculates. Maybe that’s where I am missing it! I hear about women whose lovers object to the rain coat with sex, but Keith had no problem.
The fantasy game of bondage always seemed rather silly to me. My lover would tie me up, gag, and blindfold me then do what we both knew I wanted him to do. However, Keith seemed really turned on by the whole thing and a little sexual fantasy couldn’t hurt. He voluntarily agreed to use a rubber and that he would not bring on any pain. He just wanted to tie me naked and helpless molesting me before intercourse. While I did not particularly find the idea arousing, I wanted to please him.
We agreed to a fantasy encounter the following weekend. He ordered some bondage stuff, cuffs, cheap looking gag, and a blindfold sent to my address. He called me at work just after lunch on our big day and said He wanted me to meet him at the door in stockings, garter belt, heels, and a smile. Alright, sure, I’ll do anything for love. Guys, who can figure them out! I took off work early to buy the things I would need meaning stockings, garter belt, and heels.
When Keith arrived before we kissed or hugged or even spoke, he slipped the blindfold on me. I get it! Limited interaction and blindfolded to reduce sensory perception, which is real cool! His hands were far more forceful than in any sexual encounter we had been involved in previously. He seemed really turned on by this and that was exciting me. He gently pushed me to my knees and then slapped my butt. I started to tingle all over!
The gag was uncomfortable, but it was all in fun and I could handle a few minutes of sexual fun. I was secured with a few small locks that I found out later were some how keyed the same, I guess you can buy them like that. The wrist cuffs were locked rudely in place behind my back and ankles secured to a dog’s choke chain. He dragged me off to bed by my hair, which by the way, I really did not like the hair drag bit. If I had been totally free or at the least able to scream, I would have ended it right then and there. Girls just have a thing about their hair, not to mention the pain of having it pulled on.
I was neither totally turned off or on by what he had apparently decided to do until he stuck his finger up my pussy after tossing me on the bed like a pile of laundry. That is when everything changed. You know what it feels like when your mind goes from one perception to another. When what you believed was tolerable becomes totally terrific! Well, with his finger wiggling in my pussy while tied helpless under his power, that is just what happened. I felt the build of a powerful orgasm from my toes to my nose and I knew a wild ride was on the way. I became a true believer! Being helpless, blind, and gagged was a trip and I was about to have a fantastic orgasm. There is something about having a lack of control, being unable to prevent what you really want, and feeling totally under an almost spiritual power that changes your whole out look on life especially sex.
His finger was replaced by a larger more impressive digit and five to six strokes afterward he blasted his ejaculation into the miniature plastic rain coat. Rolling off the bed, he walked toward my bathroom in one simple motion. I was lying there as always, totally frustrated, and in this instance I could not even lend a hand. In anguish, I lay there wanting to finish the job he had started angry at him for not considering my desires. I felt being alone would not be worse; with a free hand I could make some effort in getting off. I felt humiliated and used like a fuck toy. When he returned already dressed, he removed the blindfold, but not the gag.
“I am sorry, Nancy this isn’t working out. I thought this might change things, but I suppose I was only fooling myself. You certainly have realized that our sexual activities have neither been gratifying nor getting any better. It is best for both of us to call our relationship to a halt now before things just get worse. You can keep the bondage crap or throw it out. I thought I would enjoy this sort of action, but it really is not my thing. I hope we can be friends whenever our paths cross. Again, I am just as sorry as you.”
Unlocking one of the small keyed alike locks from my wrist, he walked out leaving me to clean up his mess. I called five maybe six times begging to do anything to get back together. The worst part of it was the yearning to be helpless. I tried self bondage and it was never anything like I wanted. I always felt that I could release myself at anytime and that feeling made the whole thing seem silly and unreal. I craved being under some ones power and control with no ability to free myself. Just as I was about to give up on the idea of sexual fulfillment all together, I found Stewart.
Stewart was a good looking man’s man. Five foot ten with flowing blond hair and a build most guys envy. Oh, hell, that is the way I see him! He is 48 which makes him a bit older than me and maybe that will help. We had just meant when over a cup of coffee he ask if I was into bondage.
“Which side?”
“I believe we both know which side, don’t we, Lilly?”
The facial expressions and the body language combined with the words were enough to prove he was right. That first night was so terrific! He tied me to a wall of his dungeon, naked, blind, and gagged. I had never been sodomized in my life, god it was wonderful! I hung there waiting and longing for those few moments when he wanted to return and molest me or simply caress my bare flesh. After the first two or three orgasms, I began to cum at the slightest touch. He was playing me like a fine violin making chuckling sounds and crude observations as he manipulated my arousal and volatile orgasms.
Before removing the bindings and taking me to his bed, the gag came out and his fingers carried his cum to my mouth. I licked off his cock just before falling off to sleep. I cooked him breakfast and knelt by his side while he ate. I felt I was in heaven! Then I did something foolish!
While he showered I had a look around his home. The closet with women’s things made my blood boil. I actually had thoughts of killing him. How could he take me like that, bring out orgasm after orgasm, and still have another woman! While I was still naked I confronted him with a large knife concealed behind my back. He was naked too. Sounds like a fair fight!
Well, it turns out the female personal effects were his sister’s. They had lived together for five or so years. As he pointed out while wet and naked with a sharp knife pointed at him, her things were in a separate room. He calmly mention that I had not been invited into that room and I should have discussed this in a more appropriate manner. Don’t you just hated it when men use logic? Maybe it is the rarity of the thing that bothers you! Two days later he introduced me to his sister Becky, short for Rebecca. He was quick to point out that she was bi-sexual and that they maintained a traditional sibling relationship. This was his requirement as the 42 year old sister was more open in her sexual interests.
Most nights for about a month, I found Stewart’s domination of my body, mind, and soul more stimulating than any sex I had ever known before. I would begin most evenings on my knees naked with hands cuffed, in my cuffs mind you, behind my back. I was fed morsels from his own hand at the table. Lost four pounds! In my submission I would be found naked on his front porch, luckily it was enclosed by a short wall, every evening as he came home. I was there also when he left in the morning. In both cases I was blindfolded and cuffed hand and foot. The bondage was almost as enjoyable as the multiple orgasms, never had multiples before, I received from early in the evening till early in the morning. Most of the time I would suck him off, but once or twice a week, he preferred another hole. Being master, he got what he liked and so did I!
One weekend I never got off my knees nor removed the blindfold. I lost track of the number of orgasms I had that Friday and found Steward bringing me to fulfillment as I awoke in the middle of the night not just once but many times. He bathed me in a lush bubbly bath of perfumed water and even rolled up my hair than brushed it out. Spoon feeding me oatmeal in the morning and soup in the evening, I felt more like a goddess than his slave. Wearing only bonds of love and a blindfold for more than two days was a wonderful experience. Then his sister Becky returned home from a trip with a friend.
Becky was the prefect definition of dike. Five foot seven inches at 125 pounds with very short and kinky hair she controlled Steward without need for cuffs or crop. I hated her from the moment my eyes looked on her bi-sexual perverted body. She was the first thing I had seen in over two days and I would have rather never seen anything again than look at her. She just made me sick! Partly because I knew she enjoyed the sexual activity of women as much if not more than men, but mostly because of the way Steward changed in her presence. Rather than feel I was under the control of a real man, I felt that my man was under control of a perverted woman. For the first time since I found Steward, I felt real fear!
Becky made the suggestion that we all have dinner at a nice restaurant to which Steward agreed and I complied. Then the humiliation began. Becky required me to address her as Lady Rebecca and demanded I bathe in some of her scented oils to improve my sensual appeal. I felt like she was saying I gave off a bad odor and needed all the help I could get. While in the bath Steward was encouraged by his sister to assist me. She went through my clothes and laid out an outfit she decided would be appropriate. I found sheer black stockings, garter belt, black bra, and a thin white dress on the bed when I walked in rapped in a towel. The thin short white dress, which I would not have thought of wearing without a full slip was hers, but the very high and painfully tight red heels were mine. I had never had them on my feet for more than five minutes indoors and would not have thought of wearing them out for an evening.
She did my make up as well. Looking in the mirror I felt like a clown or maybe a very cheap whore. I wanted to protest, but somehow followed Steward’s lead which was no lead at all. While I felt degraded by it, I found it impossible to break free from her control. The worst thing was her sitting down and pointing to her high heel platform ankle boots and with this rude gesture commanding me to knee and place them on her nylon covered feet. Looking to Steward for protection or at least concern, I found myself as enslaved by Rebecca as he was.
Arriving at the restaurant, I felt exposed for complete ridicule as we walked from the car to the door. It was a short wait, but I was very uncomfortable in that near invisible dress and the slutty make up. Luckily, it was short time before our name was called or should I say Rebecca party of three.
After being seated at a booth between the two of them, Steward gave a command to us both that was obviously from his sister in both word and attitude.
“I want you both to go to the ladies restroom and exchange underwear in the handicapped stall. I will order for us all as you get better acquainted. And please Lilly, do try to be respectful to Becky, she is my sister.”
I was totally appalled! I was expected to be respectful to this bitch! I was expected to go into a bathroom stall and exchange underwear with her. They both wanted me to put on her smelly bra and panties. The worst part about it was that although I was upset, I did exactly as told without a word of protest.
In the closed stall and empty restroom, Lady Rebecca dropped her slacks to the floor and step out of them. She wore taupe pantyhose over some kind of figure shaping boy legged suntan colored nearly opaque panty. Off came her boots followed by the pantyhose.
“I don’t think this is an appropriate activity for the two of us at our age, Becky.”
The slap was angled from below with the flat of her opened hand against my cheek. It was more surprise than painful and very humiliating. I stood there for a second in shock before grabbing my cheek and feeling a tear roll down my face.
“You will address me as Lady Rebecca or regret it! Now shut up and do as you are told. Strip!”
I pulled the dress off in a flash and stepped out of those horribly painful shoes. I could not imagine being gang raped by bikers worse than standing in front of her exposed without panties. She unhooked and removed her bright red sports bra and as she moved to assist me with mine I pulled back and volunteered to become topless for her amusement. After putting on her bra that cut into my flesh due to its tightness, her stare at my stockings was the only command for their removal.
“The garter belt is not necessary. Put on my pantyhose. When you are finished dressing, rejoin us for dinner. And if you forget you place again, I will not hesitate to remind you even in a crowded room.”
I stood there frozen as though about to be shot by a firing squad. She slipped my hose up her legs and after smoothing them out placed the tops under the nylon boy leg of the panty girdle. Half the lacey top of the stockings showed for all to see. After hooking my bra and covering herself with her top, she stepped into her ankle boots and walked out of the stall and the restroom carrying the slacks as if the opaque panty was completely modest. That’s when I began to cry. I stood there naked holding her nylons and bra sobbing for two or three minutes until a couple of ladies walked in the restroom and chattering away made use of the facilities. I clamed up and waited for them to leave, then quickly pulled the pantyhose on, slipped the dress over my body and with those horrid shoes back on my aching feet walked out to the table.
I was fully expecting, no hoping is the right word, to find Rebecca and probably Steward being walked out of the place perhaps even arrested. No one would for even an instant believe that thin undergarment was modest enough to wear without a covering. Why, you could see the out line of her pussy lips right through it! It was shameful! She had walked by at least three tables of diners and sat back in the booth. As I walked by I caught the eyes of at least two men and one woman looking at my legs with not the black stockings I had worn before, but those taupe pantyhose each leg of which had at the very least one run. I felt like I was the pervert! I thought about pulling off my heels and running full out for the door.
On the table were three large dinner salads and three glasses of wine white. Steward began to rise to let me return to my place between them, but a look from Rebecca stopped him. She slid out of the booth stepping into the aisle with the lacey tops of my black stockings partially tucked under that nearly invisible girdle thing. She made no attempt to cover herself while she stepped out taking her sweet time as though there was no audience to her indecency. As an addition to her private presentation to me in the stall, I could plainly see the developing wetness from her aroused pussy.
Slowly and cautiously sliding into the booth, I sat as close as possible to Steward. She stood there on display for almost a minute giving the men an eyeful and the women something to talk about. I prayed the manager would ask as all to quietly leave, but it was unanswered. Turning toward the other tables she smiled, then stepped boldly to the booth and slid in tightly next to me. You would think she had put on a show and expected applause.
“Try the wine, dear. We ordered it especially for you. Steward has asked me to watch while he rapes you tonight. He says you enjoy humiliation and can’t think of a better way then having his sister see you fucked. Now as to dinner, we are only having salad and wine; you will be blindfolded and gagged before we leave the table. By the way, I want my dress returned before you step outside. Now, place your hand on the calf of my leg and draw it up toward my waist slowly.”
It took a minute for the command to sink in because the idea of leaving a nice restaurant exposed, blind, and gagged was unfathomable. When I gently touched her leg and stroked her nylon covered body, I was reprimanded for being to fast and not affectionate enough. It took two minutes more of stroking her stocking before she took a deep breath and told me to eat. After a minute of eating the salad, I felt her hand caressing my inner thigh. I looked at Steward for support, but only received a smile. It was degrading being molested in public by another woman. God forgive me, it was very exciting as well!
We ate and drank in silence for a few minutes while Rebecca gently and sensuously molested my leg and required me to do the same to hers. I was getting more and more worried by the second wondering how I could possibly be lead blind and speechless through a busy restaurant stripped of my only modest garment. Then Steward spoke.
“Rebecca, I think you will find disrobing our sex slave in public a regrettable indulgence. We might end up explaining our actions at the local police station. Besides, we dine here often and you would probably find it uncomfortable to return after such a disgraceful display. I suggest Lilly voluntarily place the blindfold and gag on herself, then remove the dress and hand it to the valet.”
“Fine! We will do this outside! She can hand the valet a ten dollar tip. That should keep us out of jail and welcome again.”
“Really, I don’t feel comfortable doing any of this. Couldn’t we have sex in private like decent people?”
“It is not like you will be naked! You are wearing pantyhose and they provide some meager means of modesty. Besides the valet will get a kick out of it, tell all his friends, and the ten dollar tip should make it all right.”
I suppose in looking back, Steward was doing the only thing he could think of to prevent my walking through his favorite restaurant near naked. But at the time, I felt like the two of them were ganging up on me. The humiliating requirement was both disgusting and arousing and I could not determine my true feelings. Being ordered to strip in front of the hired help was more than I had ever fantasized. My own wet stop was beginning to emerge and Rebecca’s hand was moving further and further up my inner leg. I had been required to feel her lips and the wetness they were producing. I had never touched a woman like that before and thinking about what she would do and require me to do just made my arousal stronger and stronger.
Steward paid the check leaving a handsome tip and handing Rebecca the claim for the car excused himself to the restroom. Before we got up to leave, Rebecca gave me a tender kiss on the cheek then unhooked the bra she wore and slipped it out from under her top. She left it on the bench of the booth and walked out in front of me swinging her hips in that almost invisible undergarment. She did not make the slightest pretence that what she wore was anything less than totally modest. She took her sweet time letting others hand their tickets to the valets while we waited there for Steward.
“Let’s have the dress. I won’t allow you to simply pull it off at the last second and jump in the car. Everyone here is entitled to a good long look at you in your bra and pantyhose. Come on! I let you out of the building in it. You should be grateful for that. Give!”
I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. I think until then, I hoped it was all just a joke. I looked around to see who would be looking at me. I looked for Steward, but he was not to be found. I realized I was shaking and that could only mean I was not going to escape. I reached for the hem and pulled the garment over my head. I heard a few muffled gasps and offered her dress back to her.
“No, dear! Give it to the valet with this and smile.”
I stood there for what seemed like forever. I think it would have been easier blindfolded. Steward finally came up to us and gave me more than the once over glance. All the men and most of the women waiting for their cars or getting out of their cars and going inside gave me a good look as well. When the car pulled up I gave the valet the ten dollar bill, the dress, and a smile. He grind like he had just ejaculated!
Before we had driven a block, Rebecca had the blindfold over my tearing eyes and after giving me a passionate kiss on and in the mouth placed the gag. My wrists were cuffed and locked in front of me and then she pulled the front of my bra until it popped off.
“Steward won’t be using a rubber tonight, but don’t worry about the goo.”
I was horrified at the thought of being sexually abused by a woman. I was also aroused beyond measure at the idea. I began to think she would demand the same action in return. Being bound, blind, and gagged, I decided I had no choice. I thought about what it was going to be like eating her pussy. I wondered what Steward would think or say. I wondered if I would long for more or hate it. I even asked myself how I would go about giving her pleasure.
We pulled into the drive. Steward opened the back door where we were both sitting. He pushed me back gently, tore open my pantyhose, and penetrating me stroked five maybe six times, then ejaculated. He left and I did not see him for a full week. Rebecca helped me into the house and his bed. She removed what little I was wearing including those damn tight shoes and tucked me into bed just as bound as I was in the car. Oh, she squeezed my tits a few times, pinched my butt once or twice, and kissed me good night on the cheek, but she sexually left me alone. I had some wild dreams. I vividly recall in one nightmare that she chewed on my clit till it bleed, but then I woke up unable to move realizing it was a dream and I was still helpless.
I awoke with a kiss on the cheek, the gag was pulled from my mouth, and the blindfold removed. She unlocked the cuffs and led me to the front door where I was thrown out carrying only my car and house keys.
“When you want sex with me, ask for it!”
The door was slammed shut as I stood naked in the cold predawn morning. Then I made a wild dash for my car parked across the street. I stuck the key in and unlocked the door then stopped. Leaving the keys, I turned around and slowly heel and toe walked back to the door with head held high. I knocked on the door.
“I would like to have sex with you, Becky.”
“Come back when you can ask properly!”
The door slammed again. I began to tear up and shake perhaps from the cold, but most likely from not knowing what to do. Then I decided how to do it properly. I dropped to my knees and kissed the threshold of her door. I waited until I was prepared to follow through without reservation. Three knocks and I waited some more. Finally, the door opened and I looked up at Lady Rebecca.
“Forgive me Lady Rebecca for my improper request. I would like to have sex with you, please.”
After slamming the door in my face, she had put on one of the black thigh high stockings. She placed her nylon covered foot in front of me and I began without hesitation to kiss and lick her toes. She pushed my face up with her foot and required me to lick the under side of the stocking covered toes and arch. After nearly a minute, she lowered her foot and pointed it toward the floor. I lowered my obedient head to continue licking, when she kicked me right in the teeth.
“You have my email address. Send me a list of what you are willing to do and are not willing to do and I will consider your proposition. No sex for you today.”
Then the door slammed. I knelt there getting colder by the minute being so humiliated for begging a queer woman for sex and worse for being turned away. Finally, I stood up and walked back to my car with little care who might see my nakedness in the dawn’s light. At least one old man did see me. As I sat in my car, he rode up on his bike, stopped, and looked in. Then he smiled and rode off.
Walking naked from the parking garage to my apartment door was more difficult than the short trip across the street. After all it was later and more people were about and these were people I knew and would probably see again. I was lucky to get inside my door with just a near miss of being discovered.
I wrote and rewrote a letter of apology and request for sex a dozen times. I gave myself till noon to get it sent. The final version was this:
Dear Lady Rebecca,
My presumption that you would have intimate relationship with me was inexcusable. I leave the discipline for this act in your merciful hands.
Should you at some time in the future feel any interest in using my body for your pleasure, I would be grateful.
I only suggest that you leave me alive and without need for medical attention so you may enjoy my body, mind, and soul again and soon there after.
Your submissive, naked, devoted, sex slave,
Lilly
My first thought was to sign it, Nancy, but the submissive idea of Lilly seemed better.
After I sent the email, I sat looking at the computer screen trembling and naked with tears in my eyes quietly muttering, “Oh, god, please, please, let her answer.”
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