Curiosity leads to submission.

4/19/2015

was in one of those "seedy soho shops" places,
looking for a naughty game for my friend Karen’s hen party,
when I saw the handcuffs. On a whim, I bought them, along
with the game. But I didn't take them to the party, shoving
them into one of my drawers, instead. A few days later, I
ran across them sitting in the drawer, and, being alone
in the house – my flat mate Karen was out on errands –
I idly snapped them onto my wrists. Feeling my hands restricted
in this way, a primal feeling unexpectedly rippled through
me. My body temperature seemed to rise, and I got a very tingly
feeling. But it seemed that something was not quite right,
so I removed the cuffs. Feeling very naughty about the plan that was forming in
my mind, and a bit scared, I hurried down the stairs. Proceeding
to our kitchen, I placed the key to the handcuffs on the counter,
and returned to my room. Trembling now as I considered what
I was about to do, I stripped to my bra and panties, and placed
my hands behind my back and again snapped the cuffs closed
over my wrists. A hot flash swept through my body. My nipples
stiffened, and poked hard against my bra, forming firm
peaks. My thighs clamped together, and began moving subtly
back and forth, massaging the tissues trapped between
them. I had seldom felt this aroused before! My hands trapped
behind me, I stepped to one of my bedposts and began rubbing
my front against it. Before I knew it, I was Cumming hard!
My knees almost buckled under me as I came, drenching my
panties. I awkwardly climbed onto the bed and laid face
down and began humping my pillow! My arms strained against
the wrists restraints as I brought myself to a second climax!
When I regained my senses, I realized that I needed to retrieve
the key, which was still downstairs. Moving quickly down
the stairs, careful to keep my balance in this awkward arm
position, I reached the kitchen. I had to back up to the counter,
feeling for the key behind me. Just as I found it, I heard
my Jenny enter the long driveway to my house! I sprinted
back to my room, clutching the key behind me. Heart racing,
there were more awkward moments as I had to get the key inserted
in the cuffs by touch, but just as one sprang open, I heard
the door to our house open. Jenny called out "Hello!", as she entered.
"Hi, Jenny." I called back in greeting. "I'll
be down in a few minutes." Quickly I hid the cuffs,
replaced my now sodden panties with fresh dry ones, and
dressed again. I opened my window slightly, and propped
my pillow by it, trying to dry my pillow, and flush my sex
scent from both it and the air in my room. I tried to act normal
and nonchalant, and hoped that my face was not still too
flushed as I went downstairs. But now I was hooked. I cuffed myself again and again, my
imagination running wild with various imagined situations.
Luckily, my flat mate had a rather regular routine, So I had a very good idea when she would be leaving the house,
and when she would be returning. Her work even required
her to travel for several days at a time – times when I would
have the house all to myself. During these intervals, I would spend hours indulging
myself. Sometimes I would be cuffed to my bedposts, or the
refrigerator handle, or pipes in the bathroom, or the basement.
I would fantasize about being a captive, held against my
will. I would imagine myself being subjected to bizarre
sexual rituals by my captors (by now, I usually cuffed myself
completely nude) and the orgasms these mind games produced
always amazed me! I started thinking up "challenges"
for myself, such as freezing the key in a large block of ice,
preventing myself from "escaping" for long
hours, as I waited for the ice to melt. One time, being very bold, I placed the key in our gatepost,
all the way down at the end of our long driveway. Then I returned
to the house, stripped, and cuffed my hands behind my back.
Now I was trapped until dark, and I would have to creep naked
down the driveway under cover of darkness to retrieve the
key! Throughout the day, I examined myself in our full length
mirror often. Staring back at me was a petite dark blonde,
face flushed with excitement. With her arms cuffed behind
her, her breasts, smallish perhaps but succulent, were
forced to jut forward into a prominence that just might
inspire lust in her 'captors', whoever they were.
My excitement made my cunt lips peek. I blush to admit I kept
tilting my pelvis to get a better view of them in that mirror.
As the hours passed, I let my imagination have free rein,
simmering at various levels of arousal. When my excitement
would reach the boiling point, I would walk down into our
lounge. I had mounted a dildo on a chair seat, and, straddling
it, could ride it to orgasm. Luckily, the chair was an old
one; it got quite soaked that day. When it grew dark outside, I started out down the driveway,
my skin alive as the night air caressed it. I had to duck behind
a bush as a passing car's headlights swept down our
street! When I finally reached the gatepost, I found I had
miscalculated – my bound hands could not reach up to it
for the key! Try as I might, and fumbling backwards, it was
impossible to position my hands right! Heart thumping, cold sweat pouring out of me now as I thought
about my predicament – neighbors walked their dogs at
night! – I began panicking. I desperately began bumping
my body against the gatepost, and finally jarred it enough
that I saw the key fall onto the ground, glinting in the dim
moonlight. Dropping down, I rolled onto it, grabbed it
and scraped myself a bit getting back to my feet. I scampered up the driveway and into the house before taking
the time to remove the cuffs! Then I congratulated myself
on winning a close one! By now I had a collection of both high quality cuffs, and
also arm and leg shackles. The latter had lengths of chain
between their metal loops, so I had a little freedom of movement
in both my arms and legs as I wore them. I could shuffle around
the house, but never take a full step. I began imagining
how difficult it might be to complete a circuit around the
outside of my house, wearing these. And in my growing boldness,
I even imagined that I might make the attempt in daylight!
But before I could put that plan, if it was a plan, into effect,
something else intervened... something I never was fully
prepared for. I was so excited by experimenting with my new shackles,
that I kept making it more and more difficult for me to free
myself. I set up an area in the lounge for this purpose. It
looked innocent enough – merely a small but strong hook
in the wall that was hardly noticeable, and a stack of books
on the floor. When I was home alone, I would go down to the
lounge. There I would undress (down to my underwear at first,
but as I got bolder, completely naked) and shackle my wrists.
Climbing up onto the books and stretching my arms up high,
I would loop the chain between the shackle cuffs up over
the hook on the wall. By varying the number of books under my feet, I could stretch
my arms farther and farther upwards. This of course enhanced
the feeling of being a prisoner. Sometimes I would stand
with my face towards the wall, imagining horrible things
being done to me, such as being whipped. At other times I
would face away from the wall, and imagine being interrogated
by my captors. I left the key in the shackle lock, to make
it easier to undo them. Then I got the bright idea of hammering a nail into the wall,
and hanging the key to the shackles on that nail. This was
off to the side from the hook, so I would have to slide my tower
of books sideways with my feet and then climb up to retrieve
the key. The amount of freedom that I was given due to the
chain between the shackle cuffs let me reach this far while
still being secured to the hook. My arms became more and more accustomed to being stretched
upwards and bearing my weight. Finally, I was able to stand
on the floor itself with my arms stretched up high above
me, almost dangling helplessly from the hook. The excitement
was amazing! The feeling of being naked and helpless was
almost like a drug, and I needed more each week. My erotic
fantasies, driven by my self-bondage, grew in leaps and
bounds. Thank goodness it was a strong hook. My muscles strained
mightily, tugging at it and pulling at it. At times I would
shout defiance at my imaginary captors. Or I might whimper
and plead for them to stop what they were doing and free me.
Verbalizations added to my thrill, as well as physically
struggling... My body often glistened with sheen of sweat
after my exertions. And, my thighs often glistened with
the sheen of their own – the excitement generated by my
imagination made me lubricate often and copiously. I thrilled
to the feeling of my cunt juices trickling down my thighs
as I struggled. I built quite a satisfying fantasy world
in that lounge as time went on. And all went well. Until that
fateful day! I was not expecting my Friend Jenny, to come around for hours.
Normally, when she called round, she called first. So I
thought I had plenty of time for another session of my 'game',
my body tingling with anticipation. Racing down into the
lounge, I removed and tossed my clothes aside, locked on
my wrist shackles, placed the key on the nail and looped
my chains over the hook, so I faced away from the wall. I don't
really know how much time passed as I indulged my current
fantasy, but I know it could not have been hours. Suddenly
I heard Jenny shouting Hello as she entered the back door,
I panicked! Scrambling up the stack of books to reach the
key, my feet slipped! Books scattered! Frantically I reached
out with my toes to try to drag the books together, trying
to pull them on top of each other with my feet. I had to reach
that key! Now my struggles were real! I heard the door open
from the kitchen. I heard Jenny calling my name, saying
she was home, but I dared not answer her as I usually do. I
heard her footsteps walking around upstairs, probably
looking for me. So far, I had managed to get three books on
top of each other. Still not enough to reach the key, and
I was frantically scrambling for more. Perhaps the scraping
of the books on the floor alerted her. Some strange sound
from the lounge! My heart almost stopped as I heard the lounge
door open and her voice saying, "Who's there?"
I didn't know whether to answer or not. I froze motionless
– naked, chained, back against the wall, staring at the
basement steps, praying she would lose interest and go
away. But then I heard a floorboard creak – she was coming
in! Step by cautious step she took still asking, "Who
is there? What is going on?" Her feet came into view,
then her legs. I think I stopped breathing at that moment,
almost ready to faint. And then she leaned over and peeked
around the wall, and our eyes locked! I saw her eyes widen
with surprise and heard her gasp! And I experienced such
a sensation of humiliation as I have never felt in my entire
life! I felt a blush start on my face and cheeks and spread
down my neck, erupting with heat. I had climbed down off my pitifully small stack of books
to turn to face the steps. My arms were fully stretched above
my head. My uncovered tits were jutting out, pointing in
her direction. I wanted to cross my legs to at least cover
my exposed sex, but in my fully stretched condition, the
best I could do was press my thighs together. Since I was
staring at Jenny’s eyes, I became aware of the moment
that her initial shock had passed – because her eyes then
began slowly descending, apparently taking a good look
at all that I was revealing! And I could not tell for sure,
but judging by the wave of heat, I think my flush must have
descended my body, following the line of her descending
gaze! I swear that even my toes must have flushed! I heard her clear her throat. Then she stammered, "Who...
Who did this to you? Are they still in the house!?"
I hung there in my chains, not knowing how to answer. The
silence stretched on second after second, and still I did
not answer. I saw her look of concern turned to a look of confusion,
and then – comprehension! I knew that she'd figured
it out, and my shame deepened. I finally had to admit, "No
one did this." My voice caught as I ended with, "I
did it to myself." Her next question was obvious, "Why?" How could
I answer such a question? Tell her about my driving needs?
Tell her about the excitement brought to me? Tell her about
my fantasies? My answer was pretty lame. "It's hard to explain.
But I can't reach my key. It's up there on that nail.
Will you get it for me please?" "Oh! Of course I will!" Her expression returned
to one of concern. And she came forward, gathered some of
the books into a stack, and started to reach for it. But then
she stopped, and lowered her arm. She stopped looking at
the key on the hook, turning her head to look again at me.
And again I saw her expression change, this time to one I
had never seen before! But a tingle ran up and down my body
as I saw her gaze rake over my naked flesh. I think my thighs
quivered as I saw her scanning me. The intensity of her look
made me feel more naked than I've ever felt in my life
before! And she came even closer to me – my exposed skin
could feel her body heat – and stopped, staring at me.
Slowly she said, "I get the feeling that you do this
for excitement. Is this true? Are you excited right now?"
My heart raced in my chest, my mouth went dry. But before
I could answer, probably with a lie, my traitorous body
betrayed me! I felt a tiny trickle of fluid escape from my
cunt, and slowly creep down my thigh. And I also became aware
that my entire body was giving off the scent of arousal,
filling my area of the lounge And Jenny was standing so close. There was no way she could
not become aware of it. So, I merely nodded, mutely. But
I was not prepared for what happened next. Jenny asked, "And what happens if I do this?"
And she reached out slowly, deliberately running a fingertip
around the edge of my left areola! Her touch was electric!
My body jerked in the chains, slamming my back against the
wall. I barely stifled a scream, but I'm sure that my
heart pumping was audible to us both. She nodded her head,
grinning – no further confirmation was needed... There I stood, without a stitch of clothing. My arms were
stretched high above my head; the chain from my shackles
looped over the hook on the wall. The key to the shackles
was still well out of my reach. Helpless, defenseless,
and Jenny standing so close I could feel her breath on my
body! I was deeply embarrassed to be caught in this situation
– deeply ashamed. Yet I was also amazingly aroused! The
fact that Jenny did not immediately release me transformed
her in my mind into a potential tormentor. It was as if my
fantasy was coming true! Even though my body instinctively had cringed from her
touch, slamming me back against the wall, I also desperately
wanted her to touch me again. But I was too ashamed to say
that. Instead, I pleaded with her to get the key and release
me. The more I pleaded, the bigger her smile seemed to get.
At this point she was becoming aware of the power she had
over me. I began to realize that she truly enjoyed that power!
This was quickly confirmed as she moved her hand to my other
breast, and began to trace lazy circles around it. My entire
attention was focused on the contact of that finger with
my skin! Nerve endings that I never knew I possessed seemed
to explode with pleasure! A strange moaning escaped me.
My eyes widened – pleading – but for what? For her to
stop? For her to do more? My thoughts were so conflicted
that I did not know what I wanted. But it was obvious that
what I wanted was not important. I was helpless. Jenny was
in charge. My mouth went dry and I began trembling as she stepped directly
in front of me. Her other hand rose to claim my other breast.
And both hands began what was at first a gentle, tenuous
exploration. Jenny's eyes locked with mine as her
hands explored my defenseless breasts. Her touch, tentative
at first, gradually became bolder as she saw how my body
responded. My traitorous nipples reacted – swelling,
engorging with hot blood. Becoming so sensitive that their
aching almost made me scream with need! When her fingers, in their explorations, whispered against
my throbbing nipples, my knees buckled, causing me to sag
and dangle from the chains Jenny seemed amused by this.
She smiled as the frequency of her fingers bumping against
my nipples increased. She grinned broadly as her fingertips gathered up my areola,
pinching the sensitive tissues gently against the sides
of my nipples, and beginning a soft squeezing, tugging,
rolling action! Still hanging by my arms, knees weak underneath
me, I heard my voice moaning a long drawn out 'Nooooooooooooo!'
sound. But I don't know truly if I was talking to Jenny
or if I was talking to my own body; because, without warning,
before I could do anything to stop it, my body began writhing
in orgasm! A wave of shame swept over me as my cunt began pumping! Spurt
after spurt of fluids ran down my thighs, some of them striking
Jenny's legs since she was standing so close! As I hung,
humiliated, I heard laughter bubbling from Jenny's
throat. She released my nipples and stepped back slightly.
"You naughty girl!" she said. "Did you
just come solely from my hands toying with your nipples?"
I knew this was a rhetorical question. I doubted that I could
have answered anyway; I was still gasping for air. "I never knew you were such a horny little slut! That
was the first time I've ever seen another woman cum!
That was certainly worth seeing again." Once again
her hands reached out toward me! But this time her hands moved lower! Involuntarily, I closed my eyes and I could not stifle a
shriek. My arms jerked at the shackles, making a jingling
sound. In the darkness behind my eyelids I awaited the contact
of those hands with my most intimate places. But Jenny,
ever the tormentor, touched my belly instead. Her hands
were soft and warm. As they glided over my skin my eyes flew
open again, looking into her face. But she was not looking into my eyes; her eyes were focused
on her hands as they explored my lower torso. The contact
was exquisite! I moaned and groaned, and alternately sagged
in my chains, and then stood on tiptoe. I squirmed. Again
I had no idea if I was trying to escape her hands, or if I was
offering different parts of my body to her hands. Actually,
I was probably not really thinking. I was feeling! Finally I felt her hands slowly moving downward. Their
journey probably only took a minute or so, but it felt like
an eternity! They reached my mound. I jerked, I wriggled,
and I pleaded. Jenny seemed to spend an inordinate amount
of time savoring the contact of her hands on my smooth skin
there. In spite of my vulnerable position, a strange thought flashed
into my mind: gratitude that I had remembered to shave yesterday.
What if Jenny's hands had encountered stubble? A fresh
wave of embarrassment crossed my mind at the thought. As
if it was not humiliating enough, having her discover my
secret fetish! All of these thoughts flew from my mind as
I felt her hands separate slightly and travel down across
my groin crease and along my inner thighs. I was still wet
from that orgasm and I knew her fingers were passing through
my cum juices. I suddenly became aware of the smell of my sex, hot and spicy,
perfuming the air around us both. But there was nothing
I could do about it. The contact of her hands was keeping
me simmering. Even though I could not see them, from the
feelings that I was receiving from between my thighs, I
was sure that my labia were in motion. Filling once again
with hot blood, twisting, unfolding; opening like flower
petals on a warm sunny day. Jenny next bent down, and then knelt, apparently to get
a better view. Without thinking, I closed my thighs together,
blocking her view. Looking down, I saw an expression of...
Anger? Frustration? on her face. Looking up at me she commanded: "Get those legs apart!"
When I hesitated, her hand shot out quickly and her open
palm cracked across one of my ass cheeks! I gasped from the
sudden shock, and quickly separated my legs. Not only did
this return the view that Jenny wished, it also confirmed
the power she had over me at this point. As this fact sunk
home, I shuddered, wondering what she would do with this
power. But this thought stream soon left my mind as I felt Jenny's
fingers briefly glide over my squirming labia! She brought
her hands out where I could see them, and her fingers glistened
with my fresh juices. She held her hand up, turning it this
way and that, seemingly fascinated by what was coating
her fingers. She touched thumb and finger together and
then slowly pulled them apart watching a sticky thread
stretch between them. She brought the glistening fingers
closer to her nose and sniffed delicately. I wanted to melt
into the wall behind me! What if she found my scent repugnant?
I would die of shame! But then my eyes widened as I saw her tongue emerge from her
lips and tentatively touch her finger! After a brief lick,
the tongue withdrew into her mouth, And my entire universe came to a halt, watching her evaluate
my taste! My heart began beating again when I heard a sound
from her it sounded like humming. Still making this sound,
she deliberately placed each finger, one after the other,
into her lovely red lips and sucked them clean! "Very good, " she said, "different from
my own, of course, but quite tasty all the same..."
Then she got a strange smile on her face, and continued:
"Maybe you will get to compare the tastes sometime
soon." My heart thudded in my chest as the reality
of what she meant by that remark sank into my consciousness!
But I had very little time to dwell on that thought. Jenny
again reached for me. I felt her fingers brush my labia in
a maddening fashion. Just when I was about to shriek with
frustrated anticipation, they entered me! Seemingly
electric shocks ran from my cunt through my breasts straight
to my brain! I yanked at my chains – I could not help myself!
Her sensuous fingers explored, poked, teased. All the while I heard myself moaning, groaning, while I
twisted in my chains. I had never felt such sensations before;
my own fingers never felt like this! I closed my eyes to better
focus on the sensations. I lost track of time. It might have
been seconds, it might have been minutes, I don't really
know. I do know that I kept my thighs obediently apart. I
do know that my arms and wrists ached as I pulled on the chains,
muscles straining. It felt like Jenny's fingers were
everywhere inside me. Curling and uncurling along my vaginal
walls, and being copiously anointed by my slick juices.
I noticed that subconsciously I had been pulling myself
up with the chains, and then lowering myself again. This
up-and-down action helped Jenny's fingers move in
and out along my vaginal tunnel! I felt another orgasm building
– a ball of hot energy forming in my core, and expanding!
It reached the intensity where I normally cum, but to my
surprise it kept building! And building! And building!
I am not sure how rational I was at this point. I think I must
have been howling and pleading, begging for release! Then either Jenny's hand movements or my hip movements
caused one of her knuckles to gently nudge my swollen clit!
I shrieked! I bucked! A massive orgasm overwhelmed me;
its intensity was so great that I slipped into unconsciousness!
My last sight before the darkness claimed me was seeing
the spray from my cunt striking Jenny's face – a face
registering a mixture of pleasure and surprise... I became aware of flashes of light beyond my closed eyelids.
But my body was still twitching with delicious aftershocks
from that massive orgasm. So I hung in my chains, eyes closed,
savoring each rippling twitch, each drip from my still
wet cunt, trickling down my thighs. Gradually, those quiet flashes of light became intrusive,
interrupting my post-orgasmic ecstasy. Thinking about
the orgasm, and what had produced it, brought back to my
mind those final moments when my cum arced into Jenny's
face. I felt the hot flush wash through me as the embarrassment
of drenching her in such a manner struck home. Of course,
there was little I could do about it, hanging helpless in
her power. In a way, it was her fault. The corners of my lips
curled up in a gentle smile as I considered the fact that
she brought that on herself! But I began to feel concerned how Jenny must feel about this,
and so I grudgingly turned my attention back to the world
around me and opened my eyes, looking for her. I did not have
to look far. She was standing right in front of me, and in
a few minutes, I would become aware that her clothes were
still wet from my spray. What immediately caught my attention
was the source of the flashes. Her camera! Jenny was photographing
me! While I was out of it she must have gone upstairs and gotten
her digital camera. She was taking picture after picture,
from various angles. I screamed, "No! Stop!" Still dangling from
the shackles, I twisted to the side as far as I could, almost
face the wall. But did Jenny stop? No. She continued to take pictures,
now having an opportunity to photograph my ass. My vivid
imagination gave me a crystal clear image of what she must
be seeing. A naked , chained with her wrists high above
her head, body slick with sweat and cum, still radiating
the heat and glow of her recent orgasm. Entire body on display!
No way to hide anything! And she was documenting it! "What are you doing?" I cried. "Recording proof of what a slut you are, " she
said calmly, with a gleam in her eye. "How would you
like the world to see these pictures? How would you like
your friends, maybe even your family, to learn that what
they suspected all these years is true? That you are indeed
nothing but a slutty ." My heart almost stopped; my mouth went dry. It is one thing
to have a secret fetish – to even delight in it. It is completely
another thing to have it made public. "You wouldn't! You couldn't! We are friends!"
I pleaded. "Correction, " she said. "We WERE friends.
The last few minutes have changed the nature of our relationship,
don't you think? I think that you have a deep need to
be submissive and helpless. To have someone dominate you;
perhaps even torment you. "And I have surprised myself at how delicious I find
having such power over a beautiful woman, such as you. I
think I will enjoy dominating you, using you to fulfill
my whims. These pictures are the first step in ensuring
my hold over you. You will obey me, quickly and willingly,
if you wish to keep your secret. That is, to keep OUR secret, "
and she smiled maddeningly. "I'll give you time
to think that over." She took her camera, went to the stairs and walked up out
of sight. I hung there, wondering where she was going with
those pictures; what she was doing with them right now,
praying that she was not disseminating them to the world.
Then I realized that she was probably not doing that, but
putting them somewhere safe, to be released only if I did
not comply. A fit of anger coursed through me – to be caught this way
– anger at myself, for acting in such a foolish manner,
but no anger at Jenny, for taking advantage of my helplessness.
The anger dissipated quickly. I could not deny how my body
reacted to the situation, and I knew my body was only revealing
what my heart and mind wanted. Hadn't I dreamed about,
fantasized about, being a captive? Being at the mercy of
various tormentors? And here I was: a captive. A shiver ran through me as I realized that I was going to submit
to Jenny, submit to her will. My body started trembling,
wondering what she was going to do to me and with me as she
explored this new relationship and sampled her new power.
What I did not learn until much later was that Jenny herself
was wondering what she was going to do with me. At that moment,
she was sitting on her bed, heart pounding in her chest,
going over what just happened. She could barely believe
that she had threatened me in this manner. Her mind was in
conflict; in all probability she would never expose my
secret, no matter what she had said. She knew she had been
attracted to me for quite some time; even had sneaked peeks
at my body when I was changing, or sitting at the breakfast
table in my robe. She had never dreamed that our relationship
might become one like this. She had heard the word "domme", but had never
dreamed of becoming one. She had no inkling that she possessed
such dominant energy! But having tasted the power, the
control over me, she realized that she really wanted more,
if possible. But not really by coercion; that seemed too
foreign to her nature at this point. So she put on a brave face and descended the stairs, trying
not to betray her nervousness, trying to keep her knees
from shaking, as she approached me again. "So, have
you thought it over?" she asked, staring me in the
eyes. My mouth went dry, but I managed to stammer in almost a whisper:
"Yes, I will do what you say. Please release me".
Jenny was mentally floored at this statement, she told
me later. I did not sound angry or rebellious at all, which
startled her. Quickly re-evaluating the situation, she
thought a few moments before saying: "You think that
is a proper way to address me?" I gasped, wondering what she meant. I was agreeing to do
her bidding, and I asked very politely to be released. I'm
sure my eyes widened as realization ultimately struck.
I tried again. Hoping that I was guessing correctly, I repeated:
"Yes Miss, I will do what you say. Please release me,
Miss". She smiled at that. My heart hammered in my chest as I realized
that I had spoken as she wished. As a further indication
of the change in our relationship I would be required to
call her 'Miss'. I could not help but wonder what
she would call me. Finally, Jenny took the key and opened the shackles. I did
not realize how weakened I was. As my wrists were finally
released, my knees buckled and I started to fall. Jenny instinctively grabbed me and for a few brief moments
my naked body was pressed against her clothed one. As I stared
into her face, grateful at being saved from being injured,
I saw her face change as a new emotion dawned. With a strange
gleam in her eye, she slowly lowered me to the basement floor,
slipping off her shoe. "Kiss my foot, " she said. I thought that maybe I had misunderstood. I looked up quizzically.
"You heard me, " she said. "Kiss my foot
and be quick about it". I shook with humiliation as I slowly lowered my head to her
offered foot. I tentatively pursed my lips, prepared to
be disgusted by this demeaning act. But as my lips pressed against her warm foot and I inhaled
her earthy scent there, something resonated deep within
me. This act of submission struck a chord. It touched something
I was unaware of until now; something in the core of my being.
Instead of briefly pecking my lips against her foot –
my original intention – I found my lips clinging. I kissed once, I kissed twice. Once I started I could not
stop. I didn't want to stop. I found my lips worshiping
her foot, something that probably surprised us both! Jenny's voice had a catch in it as she stammered, "Enough!
Stop, girl!" Even though the tone of her voice was
strained, I recognize the command quality within it. "Yes Miss, " I said. I stopped. But I remained
head down, naked, kneeling at her feet, as I waited to be
told what to do next. Thus, Jenny and I experienced my first
act of submission to her. We both knew that it would not be
my last... Jenny had to help me up and into the kitchen. She even went
and fetched my robe, to cover my nakedness, and to keep me
from getting chilled. As I slumped at the kitchen table,
she prepared dinner for us. "I have to keep my girl's
strength up, " she explained. Tired as I was, hearing her refer to me as 'my girl’
still thrilled me. We ate together, neither of us saying
very much. I assumed that Jenny like me was processing what
had occurred. It was then late, so we each went to our separate
bedrooms. I did lay awake for a while, wondering what tomorrow
would bring. As the new day dawned, I awoke refreshed, stretching myself
awake. I dressed quickly in a T-shirt and jeans and went
downstairs. Jenny was still sleeping, so I set about preparing
us a good breakfast. I heard her footsteps on the stairs,
and was amazed at how my heart rate quickened as she approached.
She stumbled into the room, her hair still disheveled from
her bed, eyes still sleepy, no makeup; but she looked lovely
to me. "Good morning Miss, " I said. Her sleepy eyes did a double take. I could almost see her
sleepy brain lurch into gear. "You really wish to
do this?" she asked. I fear I blushed a little, and I know I lowered my eyes, saying,
"Yes Miss." "Very well, girl, " she replied, with a hint
of a grin. She sat down at the table. "You may serve
me!" I did, practically leaping into action, eager
to please her. I served her coffee, just the way she likes
it. As she sipped, I arranged the rest of the breakfast –
fetching things as she asked for them. "You may also eat now, girl." I quickly sat and
began to eat. She watched me for a few minutes, and then said,
"I think we should do this properly, don't you?"
I looked at her quizzically. She clarified: "Kneel down next to me on the floor
as you eat." A deep flush crept from my face to my collarbone
as I took my plate went over next to her. I knelt down and began
eating humbly. It felt both humiliating and also somehow
'right'. When we had finished, I did the dishes without being told
to, knowing instinctively this was my job now. As I worked,
I was very aware of Jenny's eyes watching me. As I was working she said: "I know you have shackles,
from yesterday. I assume you have other devices or toys?"
"Yes I do, Miss, " I answered. There was a slight pause, and then she stated, "When
you are finished, you will show me all of your toys."
"As you wish, Miss, " I replied. I think I sounded
calm, but I was anything but calm. As I said earlier, having
a secret fetish was one thing; exhibiting it to another
person was highly embarrassing. I had collected quite
a few toys to simulate being held and tormented. Now I had
to reveal all of them to Jenny! Drying my hands, there was no more excuse for delaying.
With a jittery heart practically leaping into my throat,
I led Jenny to my bedroom. I open my dresser drawers. I slid
a chest from my closet and opened it. I started pulling things
out, trying to ignore the gasps coming from Jenny as she
first laid eyes on my toys. "Are those real handcuffs?" she asked. "Yes Miss, " I answered. "They are the
first items I ever bought." Taking them from me and examining them, she laid them on
the bed. "Those are obviously lubricants and vibrators
– but wow! Some of those vibrators are huge!" I gulped, but said nothing. "And what is this?"
she asked, holding up something that gleamed. "That is called a neurological wheel, Miss, "
was my answer. "What is it for?" Susan inquired. "The tiny tines stimulate the skin. I think doctors
use them to check sensitivity." I had never had an
actual doctor use one on me, so I was only guessing. "Don't they hurt?" she questioned. "It all depends on the pressure, Miss." This
I knew from personal experience, having run those sharp
prongs all over various parts of my anatomy with varying
intensity. She carefully set that aside. "And this? This with
all the strands..." "That is a flogger Miss." I looked at it almost
as if it was a brand new toy, seeing it held in her hands certain
that having someone else use it on my body would be quite
different than doing it to me. "OOOHHH! I've heard of those, but it never really
seen one before. Interesting..." She set it back
down. From the chest she pulled out a long thin item, looking
at me quizzically. "That is called a riding crop Miss, " I explained,
answering her unspoken question. "You like hitting yourself with this?" she
asked, rather incredulously. An embarrassing flush filled my face, making it burn with
heat. I could not look her in the eye as I answered. "It
stings – but it is somehow an exciting sting. I can explain
no better than that, " I mumbled. She smacked it experimentally a couple of times on her palm
and said, "I see". She was also fascinated by
my various clamps, asking where I placed them, how tight
I wore them, and so on. I finally started to relax. I saw no
sign of disgust on Jenny's face, only a sort of interest
and fascination. I did hear a sharp intake of breath when she was examining
my gags, though. The ball gag and the ring gag did not seem
to shock her. But when she came across the gag that held a
lifelike cock inside my mouth, filling it that caused her
reaction. She said nothing, however; just looked at me
very intently as my face turned crimson.


However, I must admit that sharing all this with Jenny was
turning me on. I felt a familiar trickling feeling between
my thighs and realized that in my haste to get dressed this
morning I had neglected to put on any panties. I was afraid
that my wetness would soon be showing through my jeans,
so I subtly turned my hips a bit sideways, hoping Jenny would
not notice. She continued looking through my collection, her eyes
gleaming. She caught me by surprise when she suddenly commanded,
"Turn away from me with your hands behind your back!"
I hesitated only briefly as my brain processed the instructions,
and quickly turned away, placing my hands behind me. In
a moment I felt the cold metal at one of my wrists and heard
the snapping sound made by a handcuff closing! My other
wrist was soon secured in a similar manner. This was the
first time that another person had handcuffed me, and the
sensations that shot through me in that moment almost caused
me to climax! My knees shook, buckling a bit, and my body
swayed – but I managed to stay upright. "Now turn and face me, " Sarah said. I obeyed.
"Lean back a little, " she added. I bent backwards slightly, causing my pelvis to move forward.
Jenny looked closely. "I wondered why you turned
away from me, " she stated. "Now I see why, "
she chuckled. Her finger prodded the dampness at the crotch
of my jeans. "Even looking at these toys excites you,
doesn't it?" "Yes Miss, " I stammered. I could not deny it;
not with the evidence practically in her face. To my amazement?
/horror? /shame? Jenny reached out, unsnapped my jeans,
unzipped them, and dragged them down to my ankles! And there
I was, cuffed and half naked. Having my jeans pooled at my
ankles seemed to emphasize my embarrassment and vulnerability.
I gulped audibly as I saw Jenny pick up the riding crop. "Turn sideways to me and bend over, " she commanded.
I obeyed silently, and felt my body starting to tremble
even though I had not been touched. She swished the crop
through the air experimentally a few times getting the
feel of it. After a few swings, she drew her arm back, and brought it
forward again, lightly smacking the crop across my bare
ass, watching my reaction. Without being bidden, I said,
"Thank you Miss. May I have more?" Judging from
my reaction Jenny inquired: "And harder?"
"Yes, please, Miss, " I pleaded. "Very well, " she said. "Each stroke
will be harder. You have my permission to let me know if it
is getting to be too much." I knew she was telling me
this because she had never hit anyone with a crop before,
and was uncertain as to how painful it was, and how much damage
it could do. She began slowly and rhythmically striking my buttocks,
each hit gradually more and more intense. The growing pain
blended with my growing excitement. My ass got hotter and
hotter. I am sure that it was reddening. Moans began escaping
from my lips, but I did not ask her to stop. Finally it happened; a strike so intense that as it cracked
across my butt it sent a bolt of white heat through my very
core. I cried out and came! Jenny instinctively stopped, and put out a hand to steady
me from falling over. I knew she could feel the ripples of
my orgasm coursing through me. I think that we were both
amazed that I could cum in such a manner! In hindsight, I
became aware that it was not the pain from the riding crop
that put me over the edge. It was the excitement of being
handcuffed, my ankles restrained by my jeans, pooled around
them, leaving my bare ass so obscenely on display. Added
to that, I was in my bedroom, the various toys of my depravity
scattered around me, and this lovely woman was the person
wielding the crop. Of course I came... magnificently!
"Kneel down before you fall down, " Jenny advised
me. She assisted me to the floor. I knelt, one shoulder against
floor and head turned to the side, hands still cuffed behind
me. My burning ass was raised up, radiating its heat into
the room. I don't know how long I stayed like that, panting
and shaking, but I gradually became aware of my hands being
freed from the cuffs. "Come on, girl. Get face down on your bed, "
Sarah whispered. As I did, she helped me remove my jeans.
Then she sat by my hips and ran cool gentle fingers soothingly
over my reddened flesh. These acts of tenderness touched
more than my skin. They touched my heart. Jenny, inexperienced dominant as she was, had good instincts
– good intuition. Even though she had just indulged herself
in the whim of using a riding crop on me, she had been careful
in doing so, watching my reactions and permitting my input
to prevent seriously injuring me. In doing so, trust was
building; actually, Trust on both of our parts. I knew that
if she commanded me hold out my wrists for restraints in
the future, I would not hesitate to do so.