This story may be too sock-happy for some, and for that, I apologize. I was grooving on the advent of cool weather and organizing my sock drawer, when the inspiration hit! There is some bondage and sex though, so you may still be interested.
Sock It To Me
As long as I can remember, I have had a passion for legwear; knee socks, over-the-knee socks, patterned tights, thigh highs, etc. I wear them and I look for other gals that wear them. Finding other gals with the same passion is the hardest thing to satisfy. Gals think that knee socks, for instance, are so 80’s! Most women wear socks, but not that kind that sets my heart to pitter-pattering.
I absolutely hate those little footie things; I think they are as responsible for the collapse of the sock industry as much as the fashion mavens. And those see-through trousers socks are also disgusting. I can barely tolerate the nylon tube socks that soccer players wear. Nope! My socks and tights have to be wool or heavy cotton. The problem is that few companies make them anymore and even fewer women wear them!
My other thing is bondage, rope bondage to be specific. I love tying women up and I am quite good at it! There seem to be more women that like being bound and gagged than like wearing my type of footwear, but I’m not complaining about that!
It was mid-October and in this area that means the days are short and cool. It was a Saturday a.m. and I was headed to the local coffee shop. I was in my school-girl phase and was wearing the full regalia, adult-fet style, lace-up black knee-length Doc Martens with white over-the-knee socks, short green plaid pleated skirt and a green letter-sweater cardigan over a white men’s shirt with a black tie hanging loosely around my neck. I had drawn my currently-red hair into two ponytails, tied with black ribbon, that jutted from each side of my head. I was a walking cliché, but I liked it.
A half block ahead, a gal turned the corner onto my street and I was amazed to see that she was wearing an outfit similar to mine!
As she drew near, I saw that she wore burgundy over-the-knee socks with black flats, a burgundy plaid pleated skirt and a Black turtle-necked sweater over which she had a burgundy cardigan. I was instantly in heat for her.
I’m not shy especially about my little fetishes, although I don’t usually make a good impression blurting out what I’m thinking. My friends are used to it, but strangers…well, sometimes it works, most times it doesn’t, but I gotta be me!
As we passed each other, I said “I like your look, girl! Ever been tied up?”
She stopped, slipped off her sunglasses, and looked me up and down.
She was of Asian-American descent, Chinese was the Asian part if I had to guess, with glorious natural long black hair that was fastened into a tight ponytail. Unbound it would probably reach her waist. She wore it with straight across bangs ending at her eyebrows. She had almost black eyes, almond shaped and slanting up at the outside corners and a sweet, pouty mouth. She reminded me of Lucy Lui, the actress and that was not a bad thing! She was a little older than I first thought maybe early thirties, but she was breathtakingly beautiful, at least to me. I felt my equilibrium shift as I stared at her; I was teetering on some precipice and could easily fall for that face!
“Once or twice” she replied. I could feel myself begin to pitch over the edge! I managed to find my voice.
“Wanna make it three or four?” I jiggled the handcuffs I had fastened through the belt loop of my skirt.
She smiled and reached out to touch the cuffs.
“These are toys!”
I blushed scarlet. Damn! I’ve met the girl of my dreams and she catches on that I’m sporting lame toy cuffs. Damn it! What to do?
“Yeah, I know! They’re just decoration! I’m more into rope anyway!” I stumbled through that bs while she continued to scrutinize me with her knowing smile.
“Rope, huh? Do you use hemp or cotton?”
Now on firmer footing, I was able to reply coherently and it wasn’t lost on me that she knew the difference between types of rope.
“I’m into hemp right now; love the texture and after you use it a bit it softens right up! Besides it’s too hard to find good cotton rope.” No bs there; I was a hemp girl!
She seemed to approve, at least she didn’t cut me off at the knees again with some other comment.
“Do you live around here?” she asked.
“Yeah, on the next block, halfway down.” Could it be this easy?
“Roommates?”
“Nope, just me!” Oh my god! Was this really happening?
“What’s your name? I’m Kaitlynn Lee.”
I told her. She reached out and shook my hand. I don’t know about her, but I felt electricity when we touched. Pheromones were in the air, like a heady perfume that I hoped she could sense too!
She held onto my hand just a little bit longer than necessary and I was practically swooning.
“Just a minute!” She pulled an Iphone and ripped off a text. The thing chimed and she stepped away a couple of paces, her back to me, to answer a call, but I could still hear her side well enough.
“Sam? Yeah, we’re good, but we’ll talk later.” She slapped the phone back into her pocket and turned to me.
I was stunned! Was this really happening? Was I going to get to spend some quality time with this absolute babe? And dare I think that bondage was in our future? Damn right I was thinking that!
“So! Let’s go to your place!”
This was happening and so fast! I was aware that she had taken control of the situation and was driving the agenda. It was my agenda as well, but I wanted to be in control.
“So!” I parroted. “You gonna let me tie you up?”
She smiled her enigmatic smile. “Well, let’s go and talk about it, anyway!”
“Sure, let’s go; it’s this way!”
She fell into place next to me and we headed back the way I had come. It must have looked like the local catholic girls school had just let out, but no one seemed to pay us any mind. My head was spinning and my little sex genie was stirring in my gut.
Nothing like this had ever happened to me. I had met and got involved with gals in bars, etc. but never had a chance meeting ever developed into anything like this. Usually, the impromptu meets ended in disappointment all around. Maybe this would too, but it had moved way ahead of any other encounter I had experienced.
We didn’t talk as we walked. My apartment was only 5 minutes away. I let us into the foyer with my key and we walked up the one flight to my apartment. I was nervous and excited both, hoping against hope that this would be something.
My apartment fronted on the street and had lots of windows to let in the light. It was furnished in the usual single gal way with hand-me-downs and Ikea stuff. I let her go first and she walked into the large living room and gave it the once over.
I was thinking strategy! How did I get her from here into my ropes and then into bed?
“I’ve got some good merlot I haven’t opened yet. Want a glass?”
She turned and stared at me briefly. “Sure! That would be great!”
I silently agreed; a little alcohol was sure to lubricate the situation.
I returned with two glasses and offered her one. She was standing at the front windows looking down at the street.
“You didn’t put any ketamine or anything in this did you?” I pulled the glass back and offered her the other one.
“Just kidding; you don’t seem like the type to do that!”
I answered “Of course I’m not”, while guiltily recalling that, a minute ago in the kitchen, I had half-jokingly wished I had something like that.
We sat on the futon and sipped our wine.
“Nice place! Been here long?” I gave the short version of my history and asked her where she lived. She gave a vague answer that seemed to indicate that she had just moved in a couple of blocks away.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“So, Kaitlynn, why are you here in my apartment?”
She put her glass down and turned sideways to look straight at me.
“I thought you wanted to tie me up?”
Damn it, she did it again; took control. I had to wrest it back.
“I do! We can do it here or in the bedroom. Any preference?” I hoped my voice didn’t give away the excitement I was feeling. As always, when on the cusp of a bondage adventure, I was almost giddy and had to clasp my hands together to prevent them from shaking.
“Well, here is fine. Why don’t you get your stuff and we can figure out where we want to go with this!”
I had to fight with myself to keep from jumping up and running out of the room to get my equipment. Instead, I sat for a moment as if considering her suggestion and then nodded my head and replied.
“Good idea! Want any more wine while I’m up?”
“I’m good!”
I forced myself to walk slowly into my bedroom. Once I was out of sight, I pumped my fist, mouthed a silent “yes” and did a little happy dance. I dragged my bag of toys out of the closet and gave it a quick check. There were several styles of gags, a lot of coiled rope, collars, blindfolds, etc.; the usual stuff!
I unzipped my boots and kicked them off and shucked the sweater. I wanted to be able to move freely unencumbered by extraneous clothes. Ultimately, I wanted to be out of all my clothes and playing with Kaitlynn, but first things first.
I came back down the hall and stopped short at the living door. Kaitlynn was nowhere in sight; where was she? Maybe she went to the bathroom?
I really, really didn’t want to think she may have split!
I sighed, figuring it had been too good to be true, and stepped into the room.
A push and a trip and I was down hard on my belly, the bag spinning away from me.
Struggling for breath, I managed to get out “What the fuck!” before a knee slammed into my back and a hand clamped over my mouth.
Kaitlynn spoke into my ear.
“Lay still, sweetie, and this will go OK, but if you struggle, it will go hard. Got it?”
I spluttered a protest into her hand and tried to twist free. She whacked the back of my head with her free hand.
“I guess you didn’t get it!” She grabbed a pigtail and twisted and pulled until my eyes teared up.
“Now lay still!” I figured I should do that and nodded my head. She let go of my hair and slid her knee off my back, but kept her hand over my mouth.
“Put your hands behind your back!” I hesitated and earned another head whack. I put my hands behind me crossed at the wrists.
“I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth; keep quiet!” She let go of me and reached out and grabbed my bag.
I couldn’t keep quiet. “Kaitlynn, what are you doing?” She grabbed my pigtail again and pulled my head back hard. “Shut up!” she hissed.
She spilled the bag’s contents out on the floor and grabbed a ball gag out of the tangle of stuff.
“Open up!” I tried to clamp my lips shut against the ball she was pressing against them. She removed the ball and grabbed my arm twisting it up behind me. I screeched in protest and she was ready, slamming the ball against my mouth and forcing it part way in. I tasted blood and then gave in to the relentless pressure she was exerting. She pushed the ball deep into my mouth and tightened the strap.
I jerked my hands towards my mouth to try to pull the ball free or loosen the strap, but she clamped down on my arms and twisted both of them back behind me again. She held my wrists together and lifted them up and away from my body, all the while wrapping a rope around them. She managed to cinch them despite my struggling and immediately went to work on my elbows. She wrapped and cinched my elbows, crushing them together.
Still working quickly, she grabbed at my ankles and quickly bound them together bending and pulling my feet up and behind until my hands were touching my heels. And that was that! I was hogtied and gagged on my living room floor in a matter of minutes by a stranger that I thought I would tying up!
She stood up and nudged me with her foot.
“So! You wanted to tie me up?” I twisted my head around to look up at her. She was smiling and shaking her finger at me.
“Who would have figured that you would run into me and ask to tie me up? What are the chances of that? Oh right, you’re gagged and can’t talk! Let me explain. I’m a pro-domme! You know what that means? It means I tie people up! How about that? You picked the wrong person to hit on!”
I tried to process that information. I knew what a domme was from my excursions on the ‘net. The realization that I had hit on a woman who was light-years beyond me in experience was embarrassing. I mean, how could I know, but still… I lowered my head to the floor and turned away from her to hide the flush of embarrassment on my face.
“Embarrassing isn’t it? And now you’re going to suffer a bit for your indiscretion! But if you really like to tie people up and you pay attention, you just might learn something!”
She pawed through my toy bag.
“You got some good stuff here! I’m going to look around a bit see what else I can find.” She stood and walked off down the hall toward my bedroom.
There was nothing I could do about it and there was not much else she would find, maybe a little weed, but that was the least of my troubles. I began to wiggle around testing the ropes. She was good at what she did, that was for sure. There was no give or slack in any rope and it quickly became clear that I was caught until she wanted to release me.
She was gone for several minutes, maybe 10 or so. When she came back, she rolled me onto my side.
“You got a serious sock thing going, honey! I never saw so many pairs of socks and tights.” She thought a moment and looked down at her legs.
“That’s really what got you looking at me wasn’t it? These socks I’m wearing? Well how about that!” She slipped off her shoes and pressed her foot against my face. The sock was damp and smelled of leather. Having it right in my face, up close and personal, caused a tingling in my belly. She put both her feet on my face and that really stirred up something in me. She was finding and pushing a lot of my quirky little buttons.
She pulled her feet back, got on her knees and reached over to roll me back onto my stomach.
“I think we can have some fun with this” she said as she released the hogtie rope and untied my ankles.
“What do you say we swap socks?”
Now the tingle was in full vibration mode. She was keying in on my biggest weakness and I was reacting to her manipulation!
She helped up onto my feet and removed my skirt and then my panties. It was so sexy to be nude, actually to be stripped, by her. I still had the shirt on, which extended below my waist. Maybe that was why being nude wasn’t freaking me out. She made me sit on my futon and slid my socks off. Then she removed hers rolling them slowly down her legs, her eyes pinned on me. Me, I was watching her peel off the socks and it was sensual and mesmerizing.
She took her still warm socks and slid one over my foot and slowly worked it up over my knee. Fully extended it reached to mid-thigh. My heart was pounding and I squirmed trying to satisfy the burgeoning itch between my legs. She did the second sock in the same way. I caught her eye and we stared at each other for half a minute. She smiled and nodded her head. Wow! I was totally charged up and aching for some sex!
Picking up a piece of rope she began to bind my legs starting at the ankles and cinching a two strand loop every several inches up my calves to above my knees. The last loop was placed at the top of the socks and cinched.
She stood and slipped her sweater over her head and kicked her skirt aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her smallish breasts, pierced in each nipple, were firm and shapely. She slipped out of her thong and tossed it aside. With no clothes on she was smaller, but no less powerful! A narrow waist swelled into perfectly rounded hips. There wasn’t a trace of extra flesh or a wrinkle on her body. I swallowed hard as I stared at her perfection.
She sat next to me on the futon and slowly pulled on my discarded socks. I was beside myself with sexual energy. I had never experienced anything like this, obviously, and regardless of how it came about, I was in and fully invested in whatever she wanted to do to me.
She stood and pirouetted in my socks. I moaned involuntarily.
“I’m guessing you’re pretty turned on right now!” I nodded, my eyes glued to my socks on her perfect legs.
“Me too! Let’s do something about that!” She helped me to my feet and steadied me as she made me hop down the hall to the bedroom.
I had a three piece mirror in one corner of the room. She guided me over to it and for the first time I took in the image of me bound and gagged!
I could hardly believe what was reflected back at me. It was like looking at those pics on the websites only it was me staring back. The red ball was buried deep in my mouth barely visible between my lips. The strap caused a deep furrow in my cheeks and distorted my features a bit. I felt light headed as I studied the different angles the mirror afforded me. From the front I was armless, which accentuated the natural swell of my hips. The way my arms were bound forced my breasts forward. She fussed with my shirt and pulled it open to expose them. The simple multiple bindings up my legs were fantastic against the burgundy socks. She turned me slightly and I saw my arms centered in the middle of my back the insides touching from wrist to elbow with the neat loops of hemp welding them together.
It was a revelation and, I knew, a life changing experience. I had never been tied up; I had always tied, but the feeling of confinement and the sight of it totally turned me toward a sub side I didn’t know I had! Maybe it wouldn’t last, but I suspected that from hereon I would crave this experience and seek it out! And she had just started on me!
She stood right next to me. Her arm was casually draped over my shoulder in an attitude of ownership; her fingers played over my nipples. I tipped my head back and to the side resting my head against hers and let out a long, fervent sigh! I tell you I was on the verge of an orgasm just looking at the two of us standing there!
“How grateful are you that I’ve shown you this side of your personality? Let’s find out!”
She turned me towards the bed; my eyes lingered in the mirror on the image of the bound woman that I had become. Several hops and I was at the bed. She made me sit on the edge and then tilted me back, lifted my legs up and maneuvered me into the middle. She climbed up next to me and I knew what was coming next and welcomed it.
This strange woman had opened a door into my personality that I could never shut and anything she wanted I would give her!
Her open legs straddled my head. I was aware that the socks I had been wearing just minutes ago covered her legs. She lowered her sex to my lips and I began to show how grateful I was! It was difficult at first to get the right moves and rhythm going since I was bound into immobility, but she helped me with her movements and soon she was wet and moaning and sighing. I worked on her fervently wanting to show that I understood exactly what I was and what I was supposed to do!
My efforts were rewarded when she stiffened and ejected a small stream of liquid onto my face. I knew that I would never forget the taste and scent of her fluid; I also knew that I wanted more!
After a moment she climbed off.
“Very good! I know you’d like to have a happy ending too, but you’re going to have to wait for that, my dear!”
I groaned in disappointment and she laughed.
“You are quite a surprise to me, sweetie. I thought you were just some twenty-something air head when we first met, but you’ve got promise!”
She slipped into the bathroom for a minute and returned with a facecloth and wiped my face and chest.
She rolled my nipple in her hand causing a lightning bolt of desire to surge through me.
“I like to photograph and video my subjects. There’s a market for attractive gals in your situation and” she rolled my other nipple, “I like to have the graphics for…my own use. As soon as my friend gets here we’ll do some of that!”
Oh, oh! I came down with a crash. Videos? Friend? I didn’t want to hear about either. I was good with being Kaitlynn’s slave, but having the encounter maybe spread all over the internet and, worse, having someone else involved was a big problem!
She sensed from my body language and more likely from my muffled protests that I was not happy.
“Now remember who’s the domme here, sweetie; neither thing is negotiable. I’ll hide your face and make you unidentifiable, but I will have my images. And I think you’ll like Sam!”
Sam? Sam? The guy from the phone call! A guy was coming here? I began to try to get myself off the bed; I’m not sure what I thought that would accomplish, but I had to try. I suddenly wanted to out of this!
She moved quickly to stop me from swinging my legs off the bed.
“No, no, no! I tell when you can move and how! I’m going to have to immobilize you until Sam gets here. And you will need to learn your place!”
I so wanted out of this now! How could I have been so foolish to fall so far into this and to think it was something I wanted?
I tried to avoid her grasp, but she was quick and surprisingly strong. She rolled me onto my belly and jammed my legs against my butt. Somehow jacking my lower body up, she shoved a rope under my thighs and then around my legs at the ankles. I felt her wrapping and cinching the rope leaving me folded at the knees with my heels tightly bound down against my butt. I thrashed about a bit when she left the room to get more rope. She was back quickly and set about ‘immobilizing’ me with intense concentration.
She slipped loops around my chest above and below my breasts. I turned my head and caught our reflection in the mirror. It was like watching a bondage video! Very surreal being the star! She was sliding a doubled rope under the rope that held my feet to my ass. I watched as she ran one end of that rope through the chest loops and then back to my butt. She threaded the tag end through the loop caused by doubling the rope and then drew out the slack once, twice and then again, each time sliding the fulcrum down towards my feet so that she could pull it tighter.
Of course what that was doing was arching me in a most uncomfortable way. The chest ropes tightened and lifted my torso up and away from the mattress. If I were on the floor, she could have rocked me on my belly. I groaned as I tried to adjust to the strain. She paid no attention to my discomfort, busying herself with wrapping a loop around my waist. She captured my arms under that loop and drew my hands to the side of my body securing them there. That cocked my elbows and forced them up and away from my body. She undid the ribbons holding my ponytails and wound a rope through the combined handful of hair. This rope was tied off to my elbows. I was now looking up at the ceiling or at least I was until she used my tie to blindfold me.
I now knew what she meant by immobilizing me. Laying on the softness of the mattress in a tangle of blankets, I could do nothing except flutter my fingers and turn my head slightly. It was excruciatingly tight and yet not painful, but I wouldn’t want to stay like this for long! That was out of my hands and I hoped Kaitlynn was going to pay close attention to me. That was all I could do!
The thought that a man was coming over to my apartment popped back into my mind. I was not in the least interested in having a man touch me. I was not bi and had no interest in penises. All I could do was to hope that I came through this OK and that Kaitlynn would treat me right. It was just a hope, because I didn’t know her from Eve! A pall of despair descended on me as I realized the gravity of the situation I was in. It wasn’t much fun anymore and any sexual spark I had felt was just dead ashes now.
I heard a phone ring and her answer and then I heard my door buzzer being engaged.
A chill spread through me. ‘Sam’ must be here! I heard my apartment door open and close and murmured conversation in the other room.
It went on for several minutes at a volume too low for me to hear.
I heard someone come down the hall. It turned out to be Kaitlynn, who removed my blindfold and untied my hair. It felt delicious to be free of that, but I was not happy. Sam in the house was really bugging me; my anxiety level was high and was all but choking me. There was nothing I could, but wait and see!
Kaitlynn spoke. “Sam? Come in here. Now!”
I cringed and moaned softly, my eyes fixed on the doorway. I heard footsteps and watched intently for a figure to materialize in the doorway.
Relief slammed me like a dam bursting! Sam was a girl! She was tall, maybe 5 foot 9 inches or so, with dark hair cut short to frame a heart-shaped face. She was lean and pretty. Her demeanor was one of caution as she eyed me on the bed. Kaitlynn, still clad only in my socks, walked over to Sam. In her socked feet Kaitlynn’s small stature was readily observable. She was barely over 5 feet, but it was clear that she was in charge.
“Remove your clothes and then get on your knees facing the wall!” I watched in amazement as Sam hurried to comply. She kicked off her unlaced converse sneaks and slid out of her jeans. Her sweater followed and she dropped to her knees and sat with her butt on the back of her legs. She had yet to speak.
Kaitlynn foraged through my sock drawer and pulled out a pair of heavy cotton over-the knee socks, gray in color. She tossed them to Sam and Sam worked them onto her legs. I watched with growing excitement. This was like the world series of sock obsession and bondage. Now that the mystery of who Sam was had been resolved, I was climbing back onto the horn-dog express. I twisted in my ropes to remind myself that I was still so, so tied up and watched Sam settle back into her sitting position.
Kaitlynn knelt beside her and I had a clear view as she began to bind Sam’s arms. Sam had long thin arms and Kaitlynn was able to twist and move her arms so that they were pointing straight up in the middle of her back. Her hands ended up right near her hair line. Kaitlynn quickly arranged and tightened various ropes until Sam was irrevocably bound into what I suddenly recalled was a reverse prayer tie. Sam sat quietly and in no apparent discomfort.
I was churning inside with a fire between my legs that needed to be quenched. This was so damn sexy, all my previous fear and trepidation vanished, as if it never existed. I watched Kaitlynn’s mastery of Sam with a raging need for sexual release!
With a touch and a murmured word Sam turned away from the wall and faced me. Now she engaged me with a look of equal parts submission and desire. I shivered at the hunger in her eyes and felt the same thing in me!
Kaitlynn produced a black fabric hood; apparently, Sam had brought some toys with her because that hood wasn’t mine. Sam pinned me with her eyes until Kaitlynn pulled the hood down obscuring her vision. The hood must have been porous enough to allow breathing since there was only one hole in it that Kaitlynn centered over Sam’s mouth. She murmured to Sam and Sam pursed her lips to allow Kaitlynn to apply lipstick in a bright red color. The effect was amazing, especially when Sam licked her lips with what looked like a long sinuous tongue. Oh my god! I so wanted that tongue on me!
Kaitlynn buckled a tall posture collar onto Sam’s long neck, capturing and tightening the hood. She clipped a leather leash onto the front ring and then stood and came over to me!
I was so ready for whatever she wanted to do! I was whimpering with desire, shaky and nerve-jangled.
She maneuvered me to a sitting position on the side of the bed and untied my legs and then removed my arm bindings. The gag stayed in place. It was at once exhilarating and disappointing to be free of my bonds. I shook my arms and kicked my legs to improve circulation and it felt great, but I wanted to be tied again.
She helped me to my feet, snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists pinning them in front of me and directed me to the bathroom. I was in dire need of the facilities. Once the door was shut I leaned back against it and fairly swooned. My hands were all over myself, in my crotch and on my nipples and anywhere else I had sensation. I went weak-kneed when the orgasm took me. I sank down to the floor panting and wanting more.
Kaitlynn rapped on the door.
“Two minutes! Don’t make me come after you!”
I quickly took care of business, splashed some water on my face and toweled off, just finishing as Kaitlynn pushed the door open! She grasped my arm and led me back to the bed. I glanced at Sam and it appeared that she hadn’t moved a muscle!
She led me to a wooden straight back chair I used as a clothes hanger and had me sit side saddle while she tied my arms into what I knew was a box tie with my forearms parallel to the floor and my hands at the opposite elbows. She gave that a little twist by pulling my hands up towards my neck slightly with a rope that she passed through my armpits and behind my neck, sort of a baby version of how Sam’s arms were tied.
I turned to place my back against the chair back and she secured me against it. She lifted first one foot and then the second tying my ankle to my thigh. She pulled and pushed my around using artfully placed rope to keep me in place until I was sitting with my tail bone at the front edge of the chair and with my heels also resting on the chair seat. It would have been a precarious unstable position except for the tight ropes that held me. My legs were spread, my sex open and accessible.
I hoped that Sam would soon be working me over with her wicked tongue, but who knew what was in Kaitlynn’s mind.
She snapped an elastic-banded blindfold on me. Whatever she had in mind I wouldn’t see it coming, so to speak!
I sat quietly, flexed my legs trying to work up some friction between them. I was wet and horny and very mentally ready for what I hoped would be a good tongue lashing session.
I heard movement and sensed someone near me then felt hair brush my thighs. Oh my god! What a rush that sent through me, but that sensation paled at the first tentative touch of a tongue on my vulva! I moaned and carried on all out of proportion to what was being done, but I wanted it so bad!
My hopes and desires regarding Sam’s tongue were soon realized. She was a virtuoso and from the first tentative probe, I was totally out of control. I pushed forward as best I could to meet her. The only sounds in the room were my crazed, muffled pleadings, the chair creaking under the strain of my movement and the steady unending liquid sounds of Sam French-kissing my sex!
I don’t know how long it went on; not long enough in my opinion. Sam wrenched orgasms out of me until I was totally unaware of my surroundings and situation. When she finally stopped I was wreathed in sweat and cloudy of mind.
I didn’t realize what was going on; I felt the chair being moved and sensed I was tipping over. My head ended up on a pillow and I was able to understand that I was on my back still tied to the chair. As I settled into place, Kaitlynn tightened and repositioned ropes to secure me as tightly as before and then someone’s crotch was in my face. I guessed it was Sam having already sampled Kaitlynn. She lay forward over me and placed her mouth back onto my sex. We went at each other with abandon, my dream state erased in a flush of renewed passion.
We were quickly spent, at least I was. Sam seemed to enjoy my work! Kaitlynn told her to rise and she did so, sighing and whimpering. My chair was lifted and placed back on its legs.
The blindfold was removed and I sat lethargically as Kaitlynn released me from the chair. Sam sat quietly on the bed still bound and hooded, sort of slumped forward, head down and breathing hard for several minutes until she heaved a huge sigh and sat up.
I was completely untied and, this time, the awful gag was removed. Kaitlynn told me not to talk and I obliged her. She cuffed my hands in front again and led me to the bathroom. I splashed water around and then sank onto the hopper seat and must have zoned out, because Kaitlynn had to come in and get me. She led me out and down the hall to the living room. She handed me a glass of the wine we were drinking at the start of this amazing afternoon. She cuffed an ankle to the futon leg and went back to the bedroom.
Several minutes later, Sam, untied and dressed again, entered and sat next to me on the futon. We instinctively reached out and held hands. I got a good look at her for the first time and saw how pretty she was up close. I ran my fingers over the rope marks on her arms. Without prompting we leaned into a little kiss and then we both laughed!
Kaitlynn watched this little display with a smirk. “I told you that you would like Sam! Now, neither one of you touch the other!” Sam instantly slid away from me to the end of the futon.
“Sam! Thank you for coming! You may leave and please take the equipment with you.” Without a word or a look in my direction, Sam stood and began to gather up stuff, separating out their things from mine. She packed it all into a small duffel bag and then slid on a jeans jacket and left. I was amazed at the absolute control Kaitlynn exercised over her.
I watched her go with some regret; she was hot and wicked good at oral sex!
Kaitlynn cleared her throat drawing my attention back to her.
“You have potential to be a good little slave, but you need extensive training!” I started to reply, but she quieted me with a finger to her lips.
“As I said, you need training. I told you not to speak.”
I kept quiet, but I was assessing this situation. I most certainly did not want to be a slave, even if it meant more tongue time with Sam.
“I know you think you aren’t interested, but you did like your time with Sam didn’t you?.” She must be a freakin’ mind reader! I nodded.
“Good! You didn’t answer! There is some hope!” She studied me for what seemed like a long time, saying nothing. I held her gaze, but she was creeping me out. Then she abruptly rose and began to dress. Sam must have brought clothes for her as she slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. “I’m going to keep your socks as a memento of this time together. You can keep mine, as well.”
Even creeped-out and wary of the whole situation, my damn sock thing caused a slight uptick in what I though was my depleted sexual energy. Damn, she knew how to push my buttons!
“I will leave the cuff key on the table. You will stay cuffed for 5 minutes after I leave.” She slipped the cardigan sweater on, gathered up her bag and left without another word.
I immediately reached for the key and unhooked my ankle. I rushed to the window to catch a glimpse of her, but the street was empty. I stood there for several minutes mulling over the whole afternoon. It was getting dark and I realized that I could be seen from across-the-street windows and from the street, so I stepped back into the room and unlocked the wrist cuffs.
I padded in her socks over to the neatly folded skirt and turtleneck she had worn. I held the sweater to my face and inhaled her scent, then slipped it on. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it on. I shivered with renewed passion. Wearing her clothes was an incredible turn-on! I moved back to futon, lay down and busied myself with nipple fondling and crotch groping and worked myself into a wonderful orgasm in minutes.
Boy! This had been quite a day! I sat up and sipped the wine I had poured when Kaitlynn first arrived. I leaned back to assess the situation, but found assessing would have to wait as I felt my eyes begin to close. I gave in to the sensation and dropped off, totally spent and completely relaxed.
When I awoke it was dark in the apartment and outside. Street lights and headlights provided the only illumination. I roused myself and switched on a table lamp.
I knew I had to get my shit together or I’d be touching myself all night. I reluctantly undressed, carefully folding Kaitlynn’s clothes and setting them in my toy bag. I took a long hot shower and then wandered into the kitchenette, totally ravenous, and ate a bagel and an apple and drank a liter of water.
Now dressed in sweats, I was still energized from the day’s activities and couldn’t come down. The shower hadn’t done it, TV wasn’t doing it; I couldn’t concentrate to read; music had no allure. I gravitated to my laptop vowing to stay away from the bondage sites I usually visited.
I opened my e-mail and scrolled through them, mostly junk, but my belly flip-flopped when I saw a message from klee!
With a trembling hand I clicked on it and saw no message, just a list of links.
I grabbed the first link and found several Tumblr pages loaded with photos of me and Sam and me in various compromising positions.
I almost fainted!
I could barely control my hand as I scrolled through them. True to her word, Kaitlynn had posted only those in which my face was obscured, but, my god!
The next link took me to a clips4sale page that featured Sam eating my sex or at least that is what the preview showed.
There were photos in a grometsplaza section, on imagefap, photos everywhere on the net!
I was furious! That bitch was playing with my reputation and my livelihood. What if someone recognized me? What if my vanilla friends or family saw me? God!
I slammed the laptop shut and began to pace, thinking jumbled thoughts of revenge and carnage. I got more wine gulped it down and went back to the computer.
This time I went slowly through all the sites and photos. She had carefully selected and cropped the photos so that there were no real identifying features in any photo that someone could pick up on. My face was hidden in all of them. I began to relax and feel that I was probably safe from being outed. Sure, some of my friends that habituated these sites would maybe pick up that the bound and gagged broad was me, but that was fine! They knew of my kink anyway!
Nonetheless, I went back to my e-mail to send a flaming reply to Kaitlynn. There was a second e-mail from her with zipped copies of tons of pics and vids. This time she had included a message.
‘Next Saturday, noon, at 495 Hawthorne St. in Cambridge. Wear my clothes.’
What nerve! As if I would ever want to see her again after this betrayal!
I wrote back. ‘Fuck you, bitch!!!!!!’
A reply came back instantly.
‘Show up or I will release these to your work and family.’ Attached to this message were several photos, which clearly showed my face, of me engaged in what might be considered compromising acts, and in the text, my Mom’s and my boss’ email addys. I certainly wouldn’t want my Mom to see any of those! Or my boss! Where and when had she gotten all this info about me?
I was in a tizzy! I was sure Kaitlynn would send those out; she seemed to be a cold enough bitch. Shit! What to do? I quickly decided I had no choice but to say I would be there.
I replied. ‘I’ll be there’.
And I would! But Ms. Kaitlynn Lee would be in for a surprise! She probably thought I was a subby little pussycat after our adventure today. Hmmm, maybe I did have a little sub in me, but normally I was an aggressive bitch when the need arose!
I was also a sixth dan black belt (and not one trained at some McDojo). I knew I could kick her ass and Sam’s both at the same time!
I would show up all right! We’d see then who was going to be tied up by whom!
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