Snapshots

Jan and Lizzie

Jan admired herself in the mirror. Her freshly cut short hair looked slick, she suited it more than she’d anticipated and she was pleased she’d plucked up the courage to get it done. She was dressed in a pale blue shirt topped with a suit jacket, tight black jeans and smart black shoes. Her hand strayed to her crouch where she fondled the visible and exciting bulge which was her new cock. Its feel and shape in her trousers plus the pressure of its base on her clit was making her excessively horny. She couldn’t wait to get to Lizzie’s house so she could try fucking with it for the first time. Grabbing her keys she hurried to the car, she didn’t want to keep Lizzie or herself waiting.

She arrived at Lizzie’s house bang on 8 o’clock, rang the bell and waited impatiently. She hoped Lizzie would be pleased with her new look and as excited as she was by her cock. Lizzie let her in and once they reached the sitting room she studied Jan carefully. “Wow” she said, “You look great” She looked for the expected bulge in Jan’s trousers and smiling she reached down to squeeze and tease Jan’s cock. Jan’s excitement rose instantly and she grabbed Lizzie and kissed her hard, as Lizzie responded she pushed her crotch against her insistently. “You’re very eager tonight” Lizzie whispered, obviously finding the situation amusing. For some reason this made Jan even more desperate and she pulled her closer, kissing her neck and running her hands eagerly over Lizzie’s back and bottom.

“I want you” she growled in Lizzie’s ear as she pushed her back towards the table. “Oh god!” was all Lizzie could mange as Jan continued to kiss her passionately while hurriedly undoing the buttons on her shirt. Jan squeezed Lizzie’s breasts, pinched her nipples and bent down to lift her skirt. Running her fingers over the fabric of Lizzie’s knickers she grinned at her rapidly moistening clit. She dragged Lizzie’s knickers down before positioning her half leaning, half sitting on the table and continuing to tease her wet clit. Lizzie responded to Jan’s desire with her own in equal amounts, and pulled frantically at Jan’s zip in an attempt to free her cock. Jan used her free hand to help and once her trousers were round her ankles she managed to release her throbbing cock. She wasted no time and thrust roughly into Lizzie’s hot, open cunt as they both lost themselves in desire.

Lizzie and Sandy

The conference was boring as hell and Lizzie couldn’t bear it any longer so she sneaked out of the main hall to have a wander round the exhibition. She wasn’t really interested in the displays but it was better than the tedious speaker she had been listening to. She paused in front of a stand offering “Exceptional Business Software Solutions” as well as the usual free pens etc, she wasn’t paying attention but a sultry voice interrupted her reflections. “Can I interest you in a demonstration?” When she looked up Lizzie saw a very handsome woman, smart business suit and perfectly groomed. The woman looked directly into her eyes and Lizzie wished it wasn’t the software she was offering to demonstrate. Her mouth opened and the word “yes” fell out before she’d even thought about it. “I’m Sandy” The woman smiled, “If you’d like to step into the office we can run through the demonstration in comfort” Lizzie had committed herself but at least the inevitably boring demo would be given by this sexy woman with the sultry voice.

Once settled into comfortable chairs in the office Sandy began her sales pitch, highlighting the advantages of the software over its competitors. Lizzie wasn’t listening to the words but was enjoying the soft seductive tone of Sandy’s voice as well as her close physical proximity in tiny office. She started to drift off into a very entertaining fantasy involving Sandy, herself and some hot, wet sex when she felt a hand on her thigh. She looked up but Sandy hadn’t faltered in her sales pitch or her manipulation of the mouse with her other hand. So she glanced down to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and saw Sandy’s hand travel slowly up her leg then under her skirt to her inner thigh. It rested there a moment while Lizzie held her breath then Sandy expertly began to tease her without breaking stride in her spiel about the software. By the time Sandy had worked her way past the thin lace of Lizzie’s knickers to find her clit and cunt she was more than ready to welcome her.

Sandy and Madeline

Walking in the woods was one of Sandy’s favourite ways to start the weekend, especially in springtime and the earlier in the day the better. Madeline, her good friend of nearly 8 years enjoyed the woods too and they tried to take a walk most Saturdays weather permitting. On this particular Saturday it was just past 6am when they’d started out, turning right at the corner of the road and a few hundred yards further on was the start of the extensive woodland which was one of the reasons they walked here. Being out in the fresh air suited them both and they sauntered casually along exchanging idle conversation, commenting on flowers and trees or savouring the sights and sounds of the day beginning. This early it was unusual to encounter anyone else and they tried to avoid meeting people, it would spoil their delight at walking alone.

Madeline decided their route as she always did, she liked to walk away from the more frequently used trails and explore new areas. Sandy was perfectly happy with this arrangement; she liked the surprise and excitement of not knowing where they would end up. After walking for half an hour or so they were well away from any signs of human life and Madeline led them to a small clearing. Sandy looked round wondering if they’d been here before, her sense of direction was poor but that didn’t matter since Madeline would always get them home. She looked at Madeline questioningly and Madeline nodded meaning this was where they would take a break. Smiling Sandy walked over to a large and very solid tree, put the palms of her hands flat against the trunk and rested her forehead gently on the rough bark. Then she waited.

Madeline nodded silent approval at Sandy’s assuming the correct position without any verbal instruction but after knowing each other for so long she shouldn’t be surprised. Without a word she stood behind Sandy, reached round and unfastened her jeans, pulling them down around her ankles. Then she eased down Sandy’s knickers and stood back for a second to admire her pretty bottom before removing the belt from her own trousers. Sandy stood perfectly still not moving a muscle, patiently waiting for her Saturday morning treat. When Madeline struck her with her belt the first time Sandy felt her mind clear and let herself fall totally into the experience of being spanked and exposed in the beautiful woodland.

Madeline and Jan

Madeline tapped her foot, “Faster boi” she ordered and Jan hurried to finish strapping on the thick silicone cock before standing up as straight as he could, arms by his side, in front of Madeline. Smiling and arms crossed Madeline looked him over for several moments before circling round him to issue a stinging slap to his buttocks. “On your back, on the bed. Now” was Madeline’s next command and Jan wasted no time in obeying, knowing he would be punished if he was too slow. Madeline roughly took hold of Jans wrists dragging them over his head and tying them securely to the headboard. Next she tied Jan’s ankles together and fastened them to the bottom of the bed. Flat on his back and unable to move Jan’s cock stood up proud from its black leather harness making Madeline smile, delighted with her boi’s obedience and the prospect of lowering her eager cunt onto his cock. But only when the time was right.

Madeline knelt on the bed one knee on each side of Jan’s legs, smoothly she pulled her white silk slip over her head so she was completely naked. She watched the passion in Jan’s eyes and the twitching of his hands which made her all the more eager to torment him. Madeline’s cunt was wet, seeing Jan helpless and so willing to submit to her every desire always made her cunt wet. She stroked her hand over her breasts, down her stomach and slipped it between her legs. Opening her lips so Jan had the best possible view she began to tease her clit, building the already burning desire in both of them. Still playing with her clit Madeline moved so she was positioned over Jan’s desperate cock, Jan’s response was to try his best to raise his hips, to get his cock another millimetre closer to the object of his need. But Madeline wasn’t ready to allow him that pleasure just yet, “Lie still” she ordered “I am going to pleasure myself until I come and then I will use your cock but throughout you will not move a muscle.”

A New Start

Mary tugged hard at the stubborn weed determined to remove it from her garden, tiny beads of sweat forming on her brow to mark the exertion. While her body performed its physical tasks her mind wandered over the changes to her life in the last few months. She lived alone now, all three of her children had left home to make their own lives and her husband was also gone. Not dead just discarded like the useless rubbish he was, she smiled as she remembered the scene. The day after their youngest child had left for university Mary had packed his bag and shown him the door. He was astounded, he protested and pleaded but she stood her ground. She had planned it, worked quietly towards it and no matter what he said she refused to be moved. He’d served his purpose and she wanted rid of him, lying cheating rat that he was.

So at 53 Mary was free to please herself and do whatever she desired with her life but so far she hadn’t managed to find out exactly what that was. She wanted to try different things, have new and exciting experiences but after living in the same small town her whole life she was having problems figuring out how to start. She used the internet and searched for activities for single women of her age but nothing grabbed her, nothing was exciting enough. She sighed and continued battling the persistent weeds hoping that inspiration would show itself soon.

The dog barked suddenly causing Mary to start and look up. Tail wagging franticly he’d made his way to the gate where he stood on his hind legs being petted. Blinded by the sun Mary couldn’t make out who it was, someone friendly judging by the dog’s reaction, the dog never got it wrong, he’d hated her husband. There was something vaguely familiar about the visitor, the way they moved and held themselves but it was only when they spoke that Mary realised who it was.

“Mary. I’d heard rumours you still lived round here. I’m so glad it’s true” Instantly Mary was propelled back in time, startled by the sudden rush of memories triggered by that voice.

At seventeen she’d been innocent, naïve and so very happy to have Bess as a friend. For two years they had been very close, almost inseparable, Mary’s father had encouraged the friendship believing it would keep her out of trouble with the local boys. It might have been the early seventies but no-one had managed to convince her father that it wasn’t still the fifties. Mary hadn’t been able to define her feelings for Bess but she knew they were deeper than ordinary friendship. The day they’d acted on those feelings was the day they got caught. Mary blushed inwardly at the memory; a brief but passionate embrace, hand on her thigh, inching under her skirt, almost brushing the thin material of her knickers. Her father walking in shouting, red faced and angrier than she’d ever seen him before.

The shame and humiliation had been hard to bear but the loss of Bess who had been banished to relatives in London had cast a shadow across Mary’s heart for years to come. She should have followed her, fought to stay in touch but instead she gave in to her father’s pressure and within a year found herself married.

As the sun dipped behind a cloud Bess became visible and Mary managed to drag herself to her feet. “My God” her hand rose involuntarily to her mouth, “Bess” Mary didn’t quite know what to do, how do you greet a long lost almost lover?

Bess smiled broadly “It’s so good to see you Mary” she opened the gate and walked towards Mary who stood transfixed. The dog bounded towards her almost knocking her over and bringing her sharply back to reality. Suddenly Mary laughed “Bess! After all these years” A brief embrace and Mary stood holding Bess’ hands, eyes tracing the face of her friend who she hadn’t seen for over 35 years. “Come in; let me make you some tea. This is such a lovely surprise.” She guided Bess towards the house and settled her in the kitchen while she put the kettle on. There were a multitude of questions racing round Mary’s head; too many to articulate in one go so she simply asked “What have you been doing for all these years?”

Bess laughed “Where would you like me to start?” she replied. Sitting down with the tea Mary said “Well how about we start with what you’re doing here now and work backwards?” Beth sipped her tea and explained to Mary that she had been looking for a house in the area, “I’m planning to move back here Mary, sort of semi retirement. I’ve just made an offer on a house.” Mary was delighted, “That’s wonderful Bess. It will be so good to get re-acquainted properly” A look flashed across Bess’ face, old memories perhaps and Mary waited for her to say something about what had almost happened between them but instead Bess said “What about you Mary? Tell me something of your life”

Mary talked for awhile about her children and her ex husband glossing over the bad times; it felt so good to be sitting here with Bess she didn’t want to spoil it. All too soon Bess said she had to catch the train back to London, they exchanged numbers and Bess promised she’d let her know the next time she was coming to town. “It will be soon Mary and I’ll take you out to dinner so we can catch up properly” After she’d gone Mary couldn’t help reliving every second of Bess’ brief visit and many of the happy times they’d shared as teenagers. Later that evening she received a text from Bess, “Can’t tell you how good it was to see you. Will be back next week. Sleep well Mary” And Mary did with a smile on her face and sweet memories filling her dreams.

The next few days passed slowly for Mary and she found herself propelled back to the past continuously. She couldn’t help thinking about Bess and the friendly texts she received each day didn’t help. But she wasn’t complaining, she felt more alive than she had in years and each text brought a small excited leap in her stomach. When she finally got the call from Bess inviting her to dinner she was amazed at how excited she felt. She had her hair done at the most expensive place in town, bought a new dress and spent a long time deciding on accessories. When she looked at herself in the mirror she was pleased with what she saw, she hadn’t aged too badly, she still had a good figure and she still felt attractive.

Bess picked her up and drove her to a popular restaurant in a neighboring town. They sat and talked easily throughout the meal, about the past, old friends and acquaintances. Thirty five years melted away. Mary couldn’t take her eyes off Bess, when she’d left the village she had been an awkward teenager, a tomboy but now she was a refined and well educated woman. Striking with her well kept short grey hair, casual but smart trousers and shirt, Bess had done well for herself with a successful career but Mary was surprised to learn she’d never married. “Mary” Bess leaned over the table “I never married because I’m gay.” she smiled and Mary laughed at her own stupidity. “But has there never been anyone special Bess?” she asked.

“Well I’ve had my fair share of relationships” Bess replied “but no nothing really special, nothing that lasted more than a couple of years. I guess I’m just a loner”

When the evening came to an end Bess took Mary home and refused her offer of coffee “Next time Mary” she said “but not tonight, I have to leave very early for London in the morning” Mary was disappointed, she really wanted to spend more time with Bess but she had to accept that there would be other opportunities.

Several weeks passed and Mary saw Bess with increased regularity, dinners, outings, leisurely walks and lazy coffees. Mary felt as if Bess had always been part of her life, in many ways she had, all they were doing now was regaining what had been lost all those years ago. “And perhaps moving forward,” Mary wondered where their friendship would lead now they were older, wiser? She secretly hoped, longed for more than just friendship, would have sworn that Bess felt the same, the way she looked at her, held her arm protectively when they walked, called every night. But Bess made no attempt to change the nature of their friendship and Mary didn’t know how to so she waited and hoped.

The day Bess moved into her new home grew nearer. The house was lovely and Mary couldn’t wait for Bess to be a more permanent fixture in her life. Only one thing puzzled Mary and that was Bess’ insistence that she didn’t need help on the day. Mary had offered several times but Bess just wouldn’t accept, she was adamant that she wanted to do it on her own, that Mary had done enough and that she was welcome to visit the following day. It seemed silly to Mary but she had no choice, although privately she planned to do something to ease the stress of Bess’ move.

The day arrived and Mary went about her own preparations, she’d decided that a surprise picnic including a bottle of very nice wine would be welcomed by Bess. She waited until late afternoon knowing that by then the removal company would have finished and Bess would be alone unpacking. When she arrived at Bess’ house she rang the bell and waited impatiently but there was no answer so she tried the door, perhaps Bess had popped out. Mary called out then listened for any sound that would tell her where Bess might be. Nothing, she waited and wondered what she should do, she opened the sitting room door intending to look out of the window into the garden. The sitting room was strewn with a variety of boxes and packing cases as well as a large trunk, a typical moving day scene.

Curious Mary couldn’t resist, she wandered to the nearest box, the packing tape had been removed and the cardboard flaps were loose, she lifted first one then another. The box was full of books, she smiled Bess had always loved books, picking up the top one she flipped it over to look at the title, “Sexual Massage”. She flushed, put the book back and picked up another with a very plain cover and the title “Art and BDSM”, Mary wasn’t sure what the title meant exactly. She let the book fall open and was shocked to see a photo of a woman tied naked to a chair. Mary dropped the book back in the box, she wasn’t sure that Bess’ idea of art was the same as hers. She moved to the next box which was already open, she peeked inside, it seemed to be full of rope and chain, “What on earth would Bess need with all this?” she thought “A project in the garden maybe?” Next she turned her attention to the trunk, she knew she really shouldn’t be snooping like this but she was just so interested in anything to do with Bess.

Mary considered the trunk, it was big and old but beautifully restored, the lid was unlocked so she lifted it carefully. Inside were three square compartments and a long thin one, each with an individual lid. Mary felt her stomach tighten, she almost stopped herself but the part of her that was desperate to know everything about Bess won. She lifted the lid of the first compartment, inside were lots of bottles and containers all different shapes and sizes, “Toiletries?” she wondered. The next compartment was even more confusing, she picked up one of the items, it seemed to be some kind of leather wrist band. Perplexed she lifted the rectangular lid, there was no mistaking some of the things in this part. A cane, what looked like a whip, a riding crop, Mary dropped the lid quickly, her mind racing and several pennies beginning to drop all at once. Taking a deep breath she lifted the final lid, the first object she saw was shaped like a cock. She couldn’t help it, she picked it up, it was firm but soft and it was big. “Oh god” she whispered.

“Mary!” Bess voice startled her, “I wasn’t expecting you.” Mary looked at Bess, mouth open, eyes wide, she looked down at the large cock in her hand, dropped it and headed for the door. “Sorry it’s obviously not convenient” she babbled as she pushed past Bess and left. Mary hurried back to her own home and only when the door was safely closed behind her did she allow herself to really think about what she’d seen. Mary was by no means naive, she read and watched TV, she even used the internet so what she’d seen was not a complete mystery. She didn’t know if she should be horrified or outraged or upset or disgusted. It was obvious where Bess’ interests lay and just as well they had not properly rekindled their friendship. Her phone rang, she looked at the display to see Bess’s name insistently illuminated with each ring, she placed it face down on the table and went about her evening routine determined to never see Bess again.

The next morning Mary woke early from half remembered dreams, disturbed to find her hand resting on the moist patch between her legs. She got up and made tea, she wondered about Bess, would she be embarrassed and ashamed that Mary had found out her secret. In her mind Mary went through each item contemplating the possible uses, wondering about the kinds of people who partook of such activities. She thought about the ropes, the chains, the cane and the crop, she wondered about those leather wrist bands and could still feel the weight of the cock in her hand. It made her stomach feel unsettled and odd.

She walked the dog, her unconscious footsteps skirting the edge of town until somehow she was on the hill overlooking Bess’ house. She stared down at the neat garden for several minutes as the dog skipped around her ankles. Suddenly he barked, he’d seen Bess come through the front door, suitcase in hand, she unlocked her car and threw it in the boot. Mary ducked down, grabbed the dog and hushed him desperate that Bess wouldn’t see her. A branch scratched her arm and her knees ached but she didn’t move or make a sound as she watched Bess finish loading her car and drive off. Mary remained where she was for several minutes unable to fathom the mixture of emotions surging through her. Finally she stood up to make her way home, muddy, aching and with a feeling of desolation flooding over her.

All week Mary tried to forget Bess and her sordid secret, she kept busy, she saw friends, she did anything to distract her mind. But it was impossible, Bess had become such a part of her life so quickly that she couldn’t help but miss her even though she was angry and shocked. Every time she thought about the trunk and its contents her stomach twisted in knots, it seemed so wrong, so surprising that kind Bess could enjoy that kind of sexual activity. Tying people up, beating them, Mary’s head insisted it was shameful, disgusting, and perverse, yet every time it she thought about it unbidden wetness formed between her legs.

Friday dawned and when the letterbox clattered, Mary retrieved the single letter. She looked at the familiar yet strange hand writing that simply said “Mary”. She debated whether to open the letter her curiosity finally winning as she convinced herself that she deserved the apology she knew would be inside. She was wrong, there was no apology just a simple instruction. “Come tonight at 7pm. Your questions will be answered. Bess” Mary threw the letter to one side, how dare she assume that she would go running back to that house with its dirty secrets.

All day Mary was determined not to go but at 5.30 she showered and dressed carefully in her favorite dress. She told herself she would go to the cinema in town or for a meal at the new restaurant she had wanted to try. At 6.30 she fed the dog and locked the windows, at 6.45 she left the house and by 6.55 she was at Bess’ gate. She looked at the house, warm friendly lights shone from the sitting room window drawing her in. She walked slowly down the path and took a deep breath before ringing the bell.

Bess answered promptly and Mary somehow wasn’t surprised to find no hint of shame or remorse on Bess’ face. “Good evening Mary” Bess smiled “I’m glad you came although I would have been surprised if you hadn’t”

Mary felt like she should be indignant at the remark but deep down she knew that Bess was right, she was always going to come. They made their way into the sitting room and Bess poured wine for them both. “Sit down Mary” she said and Mary obediently did. She waited for Bess to speak, she sipped her wine and waited some more. Bess was considering her carefully and Mary could feel a slight flush spread across her cheeks.

“Mary” Bess finally spoke “I’m not going to deny what you saw or apologize for it. If you want we can just pretend it doesn’t exist and continue to be friends” she paused. Mary took another sip of her drink feeling sure there was more to come.

“Or I can show you. Help you experience something new and exciting. What do you think Mary?” Bess held her eyes, waiting for a response. Mary swallowed, her head felt light and incoherent. She opened her mouth but no words came because she didn’t know how to admit her real desire.

“I think you know deep down Mary that the second option is the one which would make our friendship so much more fulfilling.” Bess’ eyes were shining. She held out her hand “Would you like to come upstairs Mary?” Compelled by Bess’ voice and the growing desire in the pit of her stomach and between her legs, she took Bess’ hand. Mary felt suddenly calm as she followed Bess up the stairs, forgetting all the anxiety and worry of the previous week she placed her trust in Bess. They entered the bedroom and Bess paused “The trunk is there Mary, have another look. Anything you don’t understand ask”

Glancing at Bess for reassurance and being granted it with a smile she moved over to the trunk which sat proudly against one wall. She opened it but this time she took her time examining the contents, it was all there, the chains, rope and leather cuffs, the cane, whip and crop. When she realized the large cock was missing she felt weak, she wondered, hoped she knew where it was and where it would soon be. In the far corner of the room there was a high backed armless chair, flanked by a low table, making her way over to the table Mary examined the various implements laid out, and started to give in to the immense sexual desire flooding through her veins. She realized that Bess was standing beside her resting her hand lightly on her lower back.

Bess smiled “Would you like to ask anything?”

“No.” she said firmly “Show me” she turned to face Bess who pulled her close and kissed her, firmly, tenderly. She pulled Mary’s arms gently behind her back and held them there, waiting for a hint of resistance but none came. Mary leaned into Bess, pressing her body as close as she could to show Bess this is what she wanted. When Bess pulled away Mary could sense the shift in her, a new edge that made her shiver with anticipation.

Bess sat down on the chair and pulled Mary towards her, “Do as I say Mary.” She warned as she guided her down over her knee. And then it began, gentle taps at first barely noticeable through her clothes but gradually getting harder. As the pace increased the reality dawned on Mary that she was lying across Bess’ knee being spanked and every blow was making her wetter. She moaned and Bess checked that she was ok. “Please don’t stop Bess”

Bess lifted her dress, pulled it right up around her waist, making Mary acutely aware of how exposed she was. Now Bess’ hand made contact with the bare flesh of her thighs as well as the parts of her bottom still partially decent in knickers. Mary allowed herself to sink into the sensations, folded over Bess’ lap willing and wet. Bess talked, encouraged and scolded, warned when she was about to hit hard, soothed when Mary cried out.

After too short a time or so it seemed to Mary Bess instructed her to stand and hold her dress up round her waist. Mary obeyed, it seemed so natural to be stood here showing Bess her knickers her cheeks warm from Bess’ strong hands. Bess turned the chair around and bent Mary over it, “Keep that dress held high”, the cold steel in her voice making Mary want her more. A minute or so passed while Bess was quiet and Mary waited, then suddenly Mary’s knickers were down, hanging pointlessly at her knees, her bottom, her clit, her cunt revealed to Bess. Mary could feel her eyes, knew her most intimate parts were being scrutinized and the knowledge made her wetter, a trickle of desire making its way slowly down her inner thigh.

Bess admired out loud Mary’s wetness, the beauty of her clit and helpfully expressed her intention to possess Mary’s cunt and make it her own. Then Mary felt pain, stinging across both of her bare cheeks, a delightfully new sensation, piercing and clear. Again it came, lower but with as much force and while it faded to dull heat a third stroke knocked Mary’s brain into gear. She was being caned, the knowledge, the pain, the closeness of the cane’s mistress were almost too much for Mary. She had never felt so turned on, so filled with sexual need. Three more strikes and Bess put the cane down, Mary was breathing hard, still in position and ready to be taken by Bess.

Bess turned her, unfastened her dress and slipped it off, she removed her bra and discarded her knickers. Mary was naked, bare and aching for climax. “Lie on the bed” Bess commanded and of course Mary obeyed. Bess pulled her arms over her head and tied her wrists securely to the headboard. Mary’s breathing was thick, all her senses alive as she felt the ropes being tied round each ankle and her legs being pulled apart so she was spread wide open. Then Bess was kneeling between her legs Mary gasped at the bulge in her boxers, felt her soaked cunt contract eagerly as Bess pulled her cock free. She locked eyes with Mary and stroked her cock “Is this what you want?”

Somehow Mary managed a “Yes” barely finishing the word before Bess plunged deep inside her. As Bess fucked her, took possession of her, filled her in a way she had never imagined Mary knew she’d found what she had been looking for.

Reacquainted

Closure, that’s what Paige needed, that’s why she was prepared to put herself through this particular ordeal. She needed to see Heather again, one last time, to measure her proud new self against her old foe. If she could stand tall in her presence, the one woman who had the power break her then she could move on for good. She’d been with Heather for two years and in that time had become utterly swamped by her massive personality. Paige had lost herself in the face of Heather’s charm, wit and sheer bloody mindedness. In the eleven months they’d been apart she’d not only found her old self again but she’d also discovered some surprising new personality traits. Paige’s best friend had nicknamed Heather “heroin” because she was so addictive, and Paige wondered if she would still be entranced by her had Heather not left to work abroad. But she had left, and Paige had moved on with her life even though it had been hard.

Like any addiction it had taken time for Paige to get clean, for the first three months she withdrew. She barely left her flat except to work, she immersed herself in the internet and lived solely in that private, public world. Eventually she found herself arranging to meet up with friends found online, laying the foundations for the fresh social life she was about to embark on. In the next two months she had been reborn, hairstyle and clothes changed; a different attitude to life gradually growing, she felt solid, grounded and she loved it. The last six months had brought more fun than Paige could have possibly imagined as well as a respectable amount of lovers and friends. Interesting friends who introduced her to new experiences and taught her so much about the person she'd been hiding. Now Heather was back and Paige was about to see her again, it was time to see if she’d finally kicked the habit.

They’d arranged to meet at a bar not far from Heather's house, Paige had agreed to whatever she'd suggested because she knew the location didn't matter, it was how she handled herself that was important. She’d dressed carefully, picking out clothes that she knew Heather had never seen, a dark grey suit and a white shirt. The recent trip to the barbers meant her hair was extra short just the way she liked it. And she was packing, instinctively knowing that the weight of her hard cock, the knowledge of its presence was essential to her success with Heather. Feeling more ready than she expected Paige set off for the bar and the confrontation with her tenacious ex.

A mid week meeting meant the bar was quiet; Paige arrived deliberately early, ordered a beer for herself and a cosmopolitan for Heather. She carefully picked a table in the centre of the room; this wasn’t going to be a cosy catch-up in a secluded corner. No intimate surroundings and therefore no danger of getting carried away, just two acquaintances meeting for civilised drink. She settled in to wait for Heather and calmed her slight nerves with regular sips of her cold beer. Punctual as usual Heather strolled into the bar, Paige watched her look quickly round the bar stopping as soon as her eyes hit their target. Heather smiled and Paige stood up to greet her with a quick embrace and kiss on the cheek.

"You look well" Paige smiled while internally steeling herself against Heather’s sexiness.
"You look... good" was Heather's reply. Paige noted the definite pause and wasn't surprised; Heather had always been good at making a compliment sound a little like an insult. Heather sat down arranging herself for maximum effect. Paige watched while she settled herself and took a healthy slug of her drink. She looked amazing Paige thought, as beautiful as ever and probably just as dangerous, she mentally slapped herself as a reminder that Heather was bad news.

They talked, hesitantly at first but then more naturally. Heather told stories of her time working abroad, was charming, witty and sparkling. Paige was more restrained, asking questions but saying little about what she had been doing for the last eleven months. Eventually the conversation turned to old times and the relationship they'd once shared, Heather recalling good times and Paige deliberately avoiding the bad. Paige felt like things were going well and had just started to relax a little when Heather said "Your new look is bit of a surprise but you do look good. Cool and sexy" and she reached over to squeeze Paige's hand. "I’ll get some more drinks" Heather smiled serenely.

"No" Paige saw the warning signs and decided to put a stop to Heather's games before she really got started. "I have to leave. I'm meeting some friends"

"One more won't hurt Paige. For old time’s sake" Heather flashed Paige her most charming smile.

"Sorry Heather. It's been great but I have to go" Paige stood up and prepared to leave.

Heather pouted but didn't make any more attempts to stop her; instead she stood up and linked her arm through Paige's. "Well the least you can do is walk me home" Paige almost laughed, she should have known it wouldn't be that easy to extricate herself.

"OK Heather, I'll walk you home but only because I'm heading that way"

They left the bar and walked the few minutes to Heathers place in silence, Paige wondering what plot her ex was hatching. When they stopped outside the front door Paige held out her hand and said "It's been nice seeing you again".

"Is that all I get, a handshake?" although Heather was smiling Paige could hear the sarcasm in her voice and sensed trouble.

"I have to get going" she ignored the question "Maybe we can catch up again another time" With that she turned to leave.

"You could come up for a quick coffee" Heather said in her best seductress voice "I promise I'll be good if you want"

Paige turned round even though she knew she shouldn't, the smug look on Heather's face infuriated her but she kept her cool. "It's been nice Heather, let's not spoil it" she kept her voice steady.

Heather's voice was icy now "You haven't changed a bit have you? The new you! It's just an act" she mocked "You're afraid because you still want me. Once a coward always a coward"

And Paige lost it, every snide remark and insult that had ever been spat at her from Heather's mouth came flooding back, and in a flash she'd slapped her hard across the cheek. The shock on Heather's face was impressive and for a moment Paige thought about apologising but she didn't, instead she pushed Heather up against the front door gripping her wrists firmly.

"You want me to show you how much I've changed Heather?" she growled as she pushed herself against Heather's cornered body "I'll come in with you but on my terms. Is that what you want?" she stared at Heather then stepped back releasing her wrists.

Heather didn't move, back still pressed against the door, arms by her side, her eyes were questioning and alert.

"Decide now. If that’s what you want, open the door" Paige instructed "You've got one minute then I'm gone"

Paige waited and counted the seconds in her head, she got to 27 before Heather turned, opened the door, nodded tentatively at Paige and walked inside. Paige followed smiling quietly to herself and realising that she was about to enjoy her revenge. As the door closed Paige shoved Heather against the wall face first. "You can stop this at any time just by asking me to leave but as long as I'm here I'll do exactly as I please" She could hear Heather's breathing change and felt the tension in her body as she kissed and bit lightly at her neck. Paige spun Heather round and forced her mouth against hers, parting her lips with her tongue and pressing her hips forward into Heathers crotch. When she released her grip Heather scowled at her "Alright smartarse, what are you going to do now to prove yourself?" and she strolled into the sitting room.

Paige pursued her, glancing round the unfamiliar room before grabbing Heather by the arm with one hand, the other clutching her hair as she propelled her towards the sofa. Before Heather had time to struggle Paige had pulled her over her knee and pinned her. She struggled, but not much and Paige had no problem holding her down. “I’m going to enjoy this Heather and I suspect you will too” Paige growled as she raised her hand ready to strike Heather’s upturned bottom.

“Fuck” was Heather’s response to the first slap, “Bitch!” to the second.

“Show some respect or you’ll make it worse for yourself” Paige ordered followed by several sound smacks. She could hear Heather muttering under her breath as she continued to spank her but she stopped wriggling, her weight settling firmly across Paige’s knee. Finding her rhythm Paige also increased the force; she intended to give Heather a thorough and well deserved spanking. Heather’s body became limp and her muttering stopped and when she moaned softly Paige paused.

“I knew you’d like it Heather” Paige observed harshly, lifting her skirt high over her back and covering her thighs and bottom in stinging slaps. Heather’s cries grew louder and she began lifting her cheeks to meet the blows so Paige hit her harder, faster, loving every second. When her hand started to throb from spanking Paige stopped, leaned over and tugged at Heathers hair “Get up, strip then kneel on the floor” she snarled.

Heather stumbled off Paige’s knee, tears and submission in her eyes as she fumbled to remove her clothes. Paige watched garments fall haphazardly to the floor until Heather was naked and kneeling, she was beyond delighted at the way things were working out. She stroked Heathers cheek then slapped her before standing up and moving behind her. She unbuckled her trousers, dropping them to the floor and kicking them away then massaging her cock she said “Now I’m going to show you something else that’s changed” Kneeling she shoved Heather’s head to the floor and forced her legs wide with both hands. She eased her cock free from the straining material of her boxers and caressed Heathers sodden clit eliciting a whimpered “Oh God. Please”

Exploring her familiar cunt Paige was surprised at how wet Heather was; she felt her muscles pulsating with desperation as her fingers probed and played. Then wasting no more time Paige thrust her cock in deep, holding it still as Heather squealed with relief and pleaded for more. She began fucking her ex roughly with long, deep strokes, not caring that Heather was being pressed down against the floor. Heather’s partially muffled voice was enough for Paige to know she was frantic for more. Quickly building to driving thrusts which matched their grunts Paige was entirely focused on fucking Heather until she was screaming her orgasm into the carpet. And Paige continued, enraged, mad with lust, until she came hard and collapsed exhausted beside Heather.

Shade

(This story is a follow on from Light and Dark)

Madeline closed the door and took two steps across the hall before abandoning her long gown in a heap on the floor, leaving her dressed appropriately for her next encounter. High shoes emphasised her slender ankles, black stockings made of the finest silk covered her soft legs and an alluring tightly laced corset covered her exquisite breasts and stomach. Another two steps and she reached the opposite door, elegant fingers circled the handle, twisted then pushed, the door swung open and she entered. She stood for a second to soak up the familiar atmosphere, inhale deeply the welcome smells and to locate her long time lover. At the far side of the room was a large dark wooden desk decorated with four sleek silver monitors temporarily obscured by a high backed leather chair. The chair swung silently round and Madeline smiled as it revealed its poised and charming occupant.

Frankie was dressed entirely in black, heavy boots with combat trousers tucked into the tops, her lightly tanned skin, muscled arms and tight vest made Madeline catch her breath. Frankie stared hard at her before speaking “Did you enjoy yourself?” Madeline felt a surge of control and replied “Oh yes, it was heavenly” she smiled sassily at Frankie daring her and knowing Frankie would never refuse a dare, she wasn’t disappointed. Frankie was instantly on her feet, the chair shoved precisely to one side and within seconds Madeline felt a sharp slap across her face that connected directly with her cunt. “Don’t forget where you are, I won’t tolerate your insolence” Frankie didn’t need to raise her voice; the shadow in her tone was enough to make Madeline lower her head in compliance.

Frankie stepped away and rested against the edge of the desk “You look beautiful but I want you naked. Strip” Madeline wanted exactly the same thing, to be bared and helpless before Frankie so she began removing her minimal clothing, taking her time and showing off her delectable body. From where she displayed herself she caught glimpses of the four monitors which were behind Frankie, snatches of intense sexual activity which teased her almost as much as Frankie’s clear gaze. Once she was completely naked Frankie held out her hand and Madeline went to her, Frankie kissed her deeply before forcibly bending her over the desk. “Don’t move” Frankie whispered in her ear as she strapped her wrists together behind her back. Madeline closed her eyes momentarily, allowing her control to leave her body and her submission to take hold.

“Watch the screens. Pay close attention to how much fun they’re having” Frankie’s voice was slightly mocking and incredibly sexy. Madeline opened her eyes and stared at the four monitors, she wanted to watch, needed to witness the activities in the room she had just left. As she began to take in the details of the first monitor she felt Frankie’s warm hands roving over her chilled flesh. On screen she could see the back of a woman, she was still and slumped forward slightly where she sat astride anonymous legs. The woman was Madeline’s slave Lizzie. Having just left her, Madeline knew Lizzie was filled with the cock of the boi she had personally tied to the bench. The cock she had also fucked herself hard on very shortly before, she could still feel the stains of her own come on her thighs where it mingled with new arousal.

Madeline heard Frankie unbuckle and remove her belt as she shifted her gaze to the second monitor. It held a side on picture of the boi, his pert breasts and lean frame, long legs strapped straight along the bench. As Lizzie’s body in profile slowly began to move, starting once more to enjoy his trapped cock Madeline felt Frankie’s belt strike her for the first time. It was hard and delicious, she bit her lip against the pleasure of each perfect blow and observed as Lizzie bent forward to torment the boi’s breasts with her tongue. The shift in power, watching her slave in control while she was bound and beaten excited Madeline, thrilled her and made her ache with passion.

The third monitor showed Lizzie from the front as she sat upright and pushed herself down further onto the boi’s cock, the boi was barely visible - simply an object being used. From behind Frankie gripped Madeline’s hair, jerking her head up and making sure she watched, her other hand thrust between her legs and finding her hot, pulsing clit. Madeline began to moan at the gratification and minor release Frankie’s rough motions caused between her legs but she wanted more, “Please fuck me” she whispered quietly as she witnessed Lizzie’s increasingly vigorous movements on the boi’s cock. Frankie alternated between harsh slaps across Madeline’s flushed bottom and severe teasing of her clit while Madeline begged to feel her cock deep inside her.

In an attempt to distract herself and hold back the waves of longing, Madeline switched her attention to the final screen, a split view holding close ups of both Lizzie and the boi. Their faces were contorted with sex, Madeline could read every thrust and every nuance of their climb towards release, it mirrored her own. Once more she pleaded only this time Frankie obliged, she felt her legs lifted slightly and opened then she was suddenly filled. Frankie fucked her hard, matching her pace instantly to the pace of those on screen; Madeline was drenched with her own juices and desperate to come. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the screen feeling Lizzie’s absolute abandoned pleasure in her own cunt as Frankie relentlessly fucked her. Her stomach impacted repeatedly against the edge of the desk, her breasts grazing the cold wood and every nerve in her body linked straight to Frankie’s cock. Lizzie’s and the boi’s orgasms slammed together and split seconds later Madeline’s lashed against Frankie’s.

Light

(This story is a follow on from Dark)

On the verge, poised, high and about to crash, one more, one more and she could fall. Whack! Down into her endless orgasm, where immediately it was light. At first Lizzie thought it was in her head, that the rush of pleasure had triggered the illusion of light but as her orgasm subsided she realised that she was no longer captive in her small circle of light. Head slowly clearing but still bent over she looked round as much as she dared to take in the now brightly illuminated room. Her eyes sought out her Mistress wanting the merest glimpse of the woman who controlled her but all that was visible to her was a blank white wall. Abruptly Lizzie was pulled upright by her hair and spun round to face the other direction, instinctively her eyes closed in a feeble protest against the pain.

The tight grip of her Mistress’ hand in her hair eased as Lizzie slowly opened her eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief at what she saw. In front of her was a naked boi, shaved head and hooded eyes, he sat reclined against the back of a low wooden chair. Lithe arms disappeared behind his back and the tension in his muscles told Lizzie they were tied although she couldn’t see what with. A black strap pulled taught against his ribs just under his small and delicious breasts restricted his movement further. As Lizzie took in the scene she realised the wooden chair had a long bench seat pointing straight towards her. The boi’s legs were stretched along the bench, strapped tightly at ankles and thighs, he was completely immobile. The only part of him which appeared free was his thick cock; pale pink and contrasting against its black leather harness it stood straight and proud.

The sight of the restrained and hard boi combined with the sudden realisation that he had obviously witnessed her recent animated display made Lizzie flush pink with embarrassment and excitement. She felt weak remembering her complete abandon while pleasuring herself for her Mistress. The way she’d squirmed and pressed the vibrator hard against her clit, the whoosh of the cane which triggered her bottom thrusting out to meet its sting. The boi must have seen it all though his gaze now was lowered and coy, rapidly Lizzie was overwhelmed by the desire to feel his cock deep inside her. As if reading her mind her Mistress moved Lizzie towards the boi positioning her at the end of the bench and commanding her with a severe look to stay. Hoping she would be allowed to straddle the boi and his beautiful cock Lizzie stood perfectly still.

“I can see you like my new toy” her Mistress breathed in her ear “I know he enjoyed watching you very much” Lizzie felt the reminder in her cunt as it contracted and leaked She watched her Mistress with intense eager eyes as she removed her long gown, she took her breath away, she was so beautiful. High shoes emphasised her slender ankles, black silk stockings covered her soft legs and an alluring tightly laced corset covered her exquisite breasts and stomach. From the top of her stockings to the bottom of her corset her Mistress was naked, Lizzie moaned at the sight of her smooth thighs and labia, longed to part her lips and worship her Mistress endlessly with her tongue. A faint smile passed her Mistress’ lips as she gracefully stretched one leg over the boi so she stood facing Lizzie with the boi’s expectant cock reaching for her cunt. Lizzie couldn’t have looked away if she had been ordered to and she watched enthralled as her Mistress circled the boi’s cock with her hand.

“He is not allowed to come” she looked straight into Lizzie’s eyes “And neither are you” Lizzie gulped and stared as her Mistress stroked the boi’s cock from base to tip while parting her lips and massaging her ruby clit. A faint moan escaped the boi as her Mistress touched the tip of his cock to her clit using it as an object for her own pleasure, while firmly caressing his length. Lizzie could see his tension despite his inability to move, she felt it reflected in her own body as she observed the scene unfolding before her. Her Mistress held the boi’s unyielding erection millimeters away from her cunt, then eyes locked with Lizzie she swallowed his cock in her cunt. Involuntary groans escaped both Lizzie and the boi while her Mistress simply allowed passion to fill her eyes.

Torn Lizzie longed to be filled by the boi’s cock, to take him deep inside her and deliver her come down his entire length. And she longed to fill her Mistress, be taken deep inside her and welcome her come over her fingers, hand and arm. But all she could do was watch as her Mistress used the boi, with unhurried and measured movements she rode him, her expression barely changing but her eyes filling with building desire. Her pace increasing smoothly she took all of him and then released, seeing his cock disappear then appear amplified Lizzie’s own distressed need and it trickled from her sodden cunt. Lizzie could only imagine what the boi was feeling but she could see his body grow slick with the sweat of coiled lust.

“Stand in front of me” The husky voice with definite note of tension made Lizzie obey instantly and she moved to stand astride the boi’s legs well within reach of her Mistress. One sudden motion and her Mistress was inside her cunt, her fingers thrust hard and quickly so that Lizzie almost gushed instant relief only just pulling herself back. She balled her fists, tensed every muscle and held tight to her straining orgasm. Her efforts to hang on didn’t escape her Mistress as she filled her without fucking her. Instead her Mistress consumed the boi with rapt intent, fucking herself ruthlessly on his cock until Lizzie saw the orgasm blaze in her eyes and seep across his leather harness. The only other sign of release her Mistress displayed was a low and satisfied “Ahhhh”, then with perfect control she withdrew her fingers from Lizzie’s soaked cunt and dismounted the boi.

“Stand over his cock” she threw the order at Lizzie as she gracefully retrieved her long gown. Quickly Lizzie positioned herself over the boi’s ever erect and glistening cock praying she would be allowed to lower herself onto it, experience what her Mistress had just used so skillfully. She looked down at the boi, his brow was lined with trapped tension and his eyes barely open, she wanted to touch him, to caress him. She ached to be fucked by him, wrap his cock in her cunt squeezing and rocking him to climax after climax. Paused inches away from her immediate primal need she gazed at the boi’s face, his eyes opened and for the first time made contact with Lizzie’s and she read the same needs in him.

“You are both free to come now” Lizzie could hear the delight in her Mistress’ voice. “He is yours now Lizzie. Use him” With that parting command Lizzie’s Mistress turned and left the room.

(The third part of this story is Shade)

Dark

It was dark, the whole room bathed in blackness with no cracks of light or relief to the shadows. It was impossible to tell where the floor ended and the walls started, there were no clues in outlines of furniture or escaping flecks of light through the heavily veiled windows. It was dark and in the centre of the room Lizzie waited, still and serene, she didn’t move a muscle. The darkness was so complete that she wouldn’t have been able to see her hand if she’d held it up to her face. Taking a step into the blackness could mean colliding with whatever invisible danger might be directly in front of her. But that wasn’t the reason for her remaining immobile and motionless. The dark removed only her sight; it was the command of her Mistress that held her sedentary.

Blindfolded she had been guided delicately into the room, her Mistress’s hands hot and soft against her skin. She had felt the tie of her gown being pulled gently, the material easing itself away from her flesh aided by her Mistress’s sure hands, and then it was gone. Seconds later she had been instructed to remove the blindfold, surprised but relieved she had obeyed. Hands shaking slightly with anticipation at what might be revealed she had pulled the eye restraint off only to be greeted by the dark. Although she couldn’t see anything, Lizzie could sense her Mistress’s presence, feel her hungry eyes burning into her flesh and hear her muted breathing. Now naked and ravishing, blinded by the blackened room she awaited her fate, because her mistress had commanded her.

When the light came it was callous and ruthless, white light branding her unprotected flesh, the sudden transition painful to her eyes. Lizzie flinched and squinted but managed to resist the temptation to raise her hand and shield them. Gradually her senses adjusted and she could see a little, could tell that all the light was focused on her while the rest of the room remained in darkness. Four small but brilliant spotlights hit her squarely from in front and behind, to the left and right. She was trapped in the circle of light, held captive, the edges of the light marking the end of her vision with everything beyond left entirely to her imagination. The contrast of light and dark, the expectation, the mystery, the utter exposure made her wet, hot and open.

“Raise your arms high above your head” The low voice of her Mistress ordered from somewhere in the blackness and Lizzie stretched her arms high. She kept them straight and firm, feeling the pull in her shoulders, keenly aware that her breasts would push forward, accentuated and flaunted. She thought she could sense her Mistress’s movements in the room, thought she might be circling her hostage but that may have been pure hope. Unable to tell if she was being looked at or where her Mistress’s eyes were focused Lizzie felt eyes on every inch of her nakedness.

“Stand with your legs wide apart” Instantly obeying she planted her feet as wide as she could. Stretching her legs unlocked her cunt, and enabled her building juices to begin the journey down her inner thighs. She wished she could see her Mistress, read her eyes, gauge from her expression if she was pleased and excited but she was also thrilled by the darkness which made her Mistress inaccessible. She knew her entire body was being examined thoroughly, that her Mistress’s eyes were everywhere and it made her skin sing.
“Bend over” Lizzie was sure the sultry voice came from behind, and as she folded her body down she pictured the view her mistress would have. With her legs spread so wide her clit, her cunt, her extreme desire and unashamed lust would be laid bare. The thought alone sent shivers down her spine, swelling the flow of liquid rapidly escaping her body. For what seemed like several minutes Lizzie presented her most intimate self for her mistress to examine and with each second that passed her longing grew harder to bear.

“Pick up the object which is on the floor in front of you” For the first time she noticed the thick, ridged vibrator, she’d been so focused its presence had completely escaped her attention. She reached down and lifted it into her hand, it felt solid and firm. She imagined her Mistress wielding the vibrator, controlling its movements, taunting her enlarged and aching clit. She imagined her making it hum at full throttle before fucking her hard and long until she screamed out her orgasm. Almost moaning at the thought Lizzie hoped she would be allowed use it, to press it firm against herself and find a release for her hunger.

“Turn it on low” Shaking she fumbled with the control, managed to find the lowest setting and held her breath waiting for the next instruction from her Mistress.

“Hold close to your clit” Lizzie reached her hand between her legs, fought the temptation to press the vibrator against herself, and instead held it so close she could almost feel it.

“Perform for me” Lizzie needed no further encouragement and knowing her Mistress had a fine view she touched the vibrator to her pounding clit. She moaned out loud, pressed it down and rubbed it in hard circles.

“Turn it up” More intense vibrations accentuated by the firm ridges soaked through Lizzie’s body and rushed hot liquid to her cunt.

“More” Lizzie eager to please and ever obedient, turned the vibrator up full unable to control the explosive cry’s escaping her lips. She needed to come but didn’t dare unless she was told to, she thought about begging but knew her Mistress would use her pleas as an excuse to refuse permission. So instead she continued, concentrating entirely on the scene her Mistress would be witnessing. Lizzie bent over and spread, clutching at the vibrator between her legs, abusing herself with its relentless buzzing against her clit, pulsing and pounding while her cunt leaked generously.

Whack! The cane was savage against her bottom, the pain a stark contrast to the pleasure, like the circle of light against the dark. Lizzie yelped her joy and thrust the vibrator harshly against her clit, her body filled with the single and solitary urge to climax.

“On the sixth stroke you will come” Whack! “Please” thought Lizzie “let the cane hit swiftly” Whack! Desperation and desire mixed into a heady cocktail. Whack! She was losing all command of her senses, her body rising to the ultimate moment. Whack! On the verge, poised, high and about to crash, one more, one more and she could fall. Whack! Down into her endless orgasm where immediately it was light.

(The second part of this story is Light and the third part is Shade)

The End of the Evening

Teri watched the dance floor from the seating area, a bottle of beer in hung loosely in her hand and she leaned casually on the wooden rail. All the seats in the club were on raised platforms offering an excellent view which she supposed was the intention of the club owners, either way it worked for her. From here she could keep a very close eye on Kelly, watch her every move and be sure that Kelly knew she was being watched. Teri didn’t dance but she enjoyed observing. Kelly did dance and loved performing for anyone who cared to watch, with anyone who would join in, and most of all for Teri. They had been at the club for a couple of hours, for most of that time Kelly had danced becoming increasingly provocative with a series of different women. Currently she was swaying and gyrating with a tall, handsome dyke who thought she’d got very lucky, Teri knew she hadn’t, it was a game.

Kelly would spend all evening trying her hardest to press Teri’s buttons and make her jealous, she would flirt outrageously with all her dance partners. Tonight she was doing well, Teri could quite easily be very jealous but instead she was simply planning the end of the evening. That would be her time, when they were alone, just the two of them, and then Teri would be in control. That’s how it worked, every time they went clubbing it was the same story until they went home and then the real fun would start. So for now Teri watched and waited, sipping her beer slowly as she leaned on the wooden rail with her hand resting over her jeans on her hardening cock.

At midnight Teri collected Kelly’s coat from the cloakroom and collected Kelly from the dance floor. The tall handsome dyke wasn’t too pleased that her presumed conquest was being re-claimed by her actual lover but that wasn’t Teri’s concern. Kelly kissed the dyke on the cheek and waved goodbye as Teri guided her skilfully through the crowd and towards the exit. When they reached the door Teri said goodnight to the door staff and wrapped her arm around Kelly’s waist. “Did you have fun tonight sexy?” she asked. Kelly smiled wickedly “You saw who I was dancing with, of course I had fun” then she winked. Teri almost laughed; Kelly was good she had to give her that. Outside the club it was cold, not freezing but a chilly Autumn night which made them both quicken their pace to get to the car which was parked a couple of streets away. It was parked under the trees towards the back of the deserted car park and Teri was now very pleased she’d picked that spot. They reached the car and Kelly automatically headed for the passenger side but Teri stopped her “Bend over the bonnet, flirt” she growled.

Kelly was startled, she knew it was coming but wasn’t expecting it now; she looked at Teri to check she wasn’t joking and then looked round the car park hoping there were no other people around. “Now” Teri’s voice was low holding the tone that Kelly could never refuse, so she walked to the front of the car and bent over resting her arms on the cold metal. She heard Teri move behind her, felt her skirt raised high over her back and her knickers being pulled unceremoniously to her knees. The chill hit her naked legs raising goose bumps easily, cold night air wrapped itself over her cheeks and between her legs making her warm, moist clit instantly cold. Time warped and slowed as Kelly waited for Teri to begin her punishment, she knew it wouldn’t take long but each sluggish second mixed with the fresh breeze against her skin heightened her anticipation.

Teri was happy with Kelly’s obvious surprise and her almost immediate obedience; she was filled with admiration as she raised her hand. Spanking outdoors was not a regular occurrence but tonight Kelly had earned it and Teri slapped her cold, exposed bottom hard covering it with warm, stinging patches. She wasted no time adeptly smacking cheeks and thighs, hand rising and falling firmly while holding Kelly down over the car bonnet. Within a couple of minutes Teri had delivered a through spanking, Kelly’s bottom was no longer cold and the hot liquid of her arousal seeped out and over her clit.

“Pull up your knickers and get in the car” Teri instructed. Teri got in the drivers seat, switched on the engine and turned to Kelly who sat quietly beside her. “You were very bad tonight. You need more discipline. Every time we stop at a red light on the way home remove an item of clothing” This time Kelly didn’t check to see if she was joking, she nodded and whispered “Yes please” Teri pulled out of the car park and headed towards home, she knew how many traffic lights there were and how many items of clothing Kelly was wearing, she liked the odds. The first light was green, Kelly wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed but the second was red so she took off her coat. Another red followed quickly and so did her skirt, she was grateful Teri had the car heater on full. The next two lights were green and Kelly thought she might make it home with some clothing intact. When she saw the next red her clit throbbed and her cunt ached, the idea of being naked in the car was more exciting than she would have imagined.

Teri drove carefully, stealing glances at Kelly whenever she could and watching intently as each article was unbuttoned or unzipped, removed and dropped to the floor. She wanted to stop the car and fuck Kelly right now but this game was too much fun, stacked totally in her favour. The last traffic light before home and Kelly was naked except for her high heeled shoes, still several minutes away from their house she sat proudly, legs slightly apart and hand resting tantalisingly on her soft thigh. She could feel a damp patch forming on her seat and her recently smacked bottom throbbed hot against the cool leather. She hoped Teri would tell her to touch herself desperate for some relief, but Teri was silent only her eyes spoke as they returned repeatedly to sear into Kelly’s nakedness. When they pulled up outside the house Teri got out of the car and opened Kelly’s door, “Get out” Kelly got out of the car and the cold air hit her like Teri’s hardest slap. She forced her self to walk slowly up the path to the front door, eyes fixed steadily in front and the slight tremble in her knees barely noticeable.

As she watched Kelly walk up the path with her head held high Teri felt proud that Kelly was hers and she rubbed her hand over her cock with anticipation. She loved the end of the evening.