1 comments/ 14029 views/ 3 favorites Alicia's Foray Into Bondage By: writedoctor Alicia was in her 3rd year at college, located within the busy city, when she noticed a change in her sexual desires involving deviant fantasies. Soaking wet, the petite, shy girl weighed in at 110 lbs. With long, coal black hair and matching eyes, she had an attractive round face, full lips, perfect white teeth and a slim figure. Her ample breasts were beautifully curved, sporting wide areolas and long, dark nipples. Typically halter clad, Alicia caught the stare of many boys but seemed disinterested in their advances. One evening, after a relaxing bubble bath and lounging in a favorite pink robe her roommate, Karen, seduced Alicia in the romantic quiet and privacy of their shared apartment. With spiked, bleach blonde hair Karen had a muscular, boyish frame and a pretty face dominated by alluring, daring green eyes. Having the bolder, more aggressive personality, Karen swept the girl off her feet and introduced Alicia to the many nuances of female to female pleasures. They soon shared a full time love affair. Nimbly, Karen's lithe figure hovered over the awaiting Alicia kissing and licking across her nude torso. Slowly, her wet tongue slithered in and around all of Alicia's sweet spots eliciting deep, lustful groans as the recipient of Karen's affection. Laying between outstretched, quivering thighs Karen expertly teased her lover, darting and flicking the point of her long tongue around Alicia's mons. "Mmm...someone's aroused. Your sex...smells...so wonderful..."Karen whispered before fastening her open mouth over Alicia's succulent labia and tasting womanly juices. Pursed lips captured Alicia's swollen clitoris and Karen rhythmically suckled the pearl in and out, bringing Alicia to a gushing orgasm. Face and chin covered with dew, Karen left a sticky, smeared trail across Alicia's writhing body, moving up to tenderly kiss an otherwise parched mouth. "Mmm...my baby...came so good!" Karen lit the half finished joint, inhaling a monstrous toke and placed the paper's end into Alicia's lips. "God...oh God...Karen...you fucking send me...so..." Alicia dreamily whispered in the wonderful afterglow. Karen surprisingly grasped one of Alicia's wrists lying limp on the pillow over her head. "You know...Darling...one of these days I'm going to tie you up. Make you beg for it...make you beg me to let you cum..." Karen huskily suggested. Suddenly Alicia felt transparent, as if Karen was looking into her soul and the normally quiet girl opened the floodgates. Like a confession, Alicia launched into an explicit, detailed account of her latest sexual fantasies. How she desired to be tied up, blindfolded and perversely spanked or humiliated. How she and her teenage older brother had innocently played "Pirates", stripping away their clothes and took turns pretending to whip each other, taboo rituals exciting and furthering their curiosities. How she had visited several BDSM websites, reading stories, gazing at the pictures of people bound and tied. How she would furiously masturbate during her alone time, envisioning herself forced into a submissive role. "Wow...my little kinky girl. Even kinkier than me." Karen replied after Alicia had finished her out of breath spiel causing the shy one to blush. "Hey...have you ever heard of SADE?" Alicia shook her head as if to say, who...me? "Well it's this private club, it's like an old house where people go...you know...to...I guess you'd say...explore bondage and sadism. I've never been there but I heard from a friend of a friend about the club. Maybe...if you want...I could find out more?" Alicia's dark eyes widened intently on the possibilities. "Do you...do you think you could?" "Yeah, sure...I will but look...I want you to write down everything you just said. Be as descriptive as you can and I'll pass it along. Discreetly of course. To her. Okay?" On a sunny afternoon two weeks later, the Yellow cab stopped at the leaf strewn curb next to the club and Alicia paid the profiled driver as Middle Eastern descent. She looked up in awe at the Victorian building, its ornate classic design and with slight trepidation walked up the worn grey stone steps. Neatly tacked to one of the tall Maple stained doors was a gold rectangular plate inscribed in black Old English lettering: Sade. With no sign of a doorbell, Alicia turned the cold brass knob and entered into a spacious front parlor decorated with antique furniture, lovely tapestries and a musky scent hidden by sandalwood incense. The door's loud thud had a sound of finality. Promptly, from one of the side rooms an effeminate young man wearing black silk clothing scurried towards Alicia. "May I help you?" He asked in a girlish voice. "Yes. I'm...Alic...Alicia Mayhew. I have an appoint...I mean...I was told to be here...at 4. She stammered, unsure and out of her element here. "Oh yes. Miss Mayhew. Oh yes. Please...would you follow me?" His smile was courteous but resembled a smirk. As he floated soundlessly up the richly carpeted stairway, Alicia's palm slid along the mahogany handrail and she had time to admire the framed artwork. A la Marquis De Sade, they were lavishly drawn, illustrating a series of sadistic scenes: instruments of torture within a medieval dungeon, whips in mid-air about to inflict pain, the grimace of those receiving and the lust of the givers. He ushered her along the short second story hallway, opening a door on the right and courteously held it open signifying that this was the room. Her heart beat quickened. Dimly lit, Alicia quickly appraised the plush, roomy boudoir. To the left was a massive oak four poster bed where two flickering candles sat upon a matching nightstand. There weren't any windows visible which seemed to make the air feel heavy, warm and soundproof. Alicia carefully walked into the central, open part of this quiet room. Gazing up at the high ceiling, a chrome hook attached to a length of chain and secured into a rough sawn beam, dangled ominously overhead. Her mouth was dry and glanced sharply to the right at some metallic, gleaming items upon a table with two padded high backed chairs on either side, idly wondering, just what had she got herself into? Behind the table, a smaller door opened from an adjoining bathroom and the stunning woman who entered literally took Alicia's breath away. The tall brunette's hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her eyes glinted and smiled at Alicia. Like something from Frederick's of Hollywood the laced red corset covered her hourglass shaped midsection, uplifting plump, exposed breasts and garter clips dangling over wide hips. Alicia gulped and stared at the juncture of her thighs, a clean shaven vee, long legs and immaculately groomed body. She held out her hand, "Hello. Alicia is it? I'm Monique, Miss Monique." Alicia self consciously wiped moist palms against her skirt, "Yes, I'm Alicia. I'm so very pleased to meet you." Their eyes locked while their hands firmly shook. "Well. I'm familiar with the interests that you so carefully wrote of. Your curiosity, willingness and desire to become an obedient slave. We shall explore these things, this submissiveness that you long for. To begin, strip. Place your things in one of the chairs and of course, tie your hair back. You will address me as Miss Monique or Miss." Alicia hesitated. "Shall we continue? Or?" "Y-yes...Miss." The woman closely watched Alicia's every movement as she stripped, laying her blouse, bra, skirt and panties onto the chair and slipping the simple black flats underneath. Undressing in front of this beautiful strange woman felt humiliating and scintillating at the same time. Timidly, Alicia stood in front and looked up at the taller woman, fidgeting and ineffective at covering her privates. "A slave should never be ashamed of nakedness. You're a pretty young thing, your body is for others' to admire and use." "Yes Miss." "Always keep your eyes lowered, slave, unless told otherwise. Shoulders back, breasts forward, feet apart and palms facing Me. Good girl." The stillness of the private area was broken as another person entered from the small bathroom and Alicia fought back the urge to turn and look. "Beverly will be assisting me today, keep your eyes lowered slave. Good girl. Bring the collar Bev." Alicia caught a fleeting glimpse of Bev, only her legs and bright red fingernails. The black leather 3" wide collar was embossed with silver lettering: Slave, and Alicia trembled as Bev stepped behind her and attached the collar firmly about her neck. "Isn't she pretty property Bev?" "Oh yes Miss." Bev whispered, her sultry, warm peppermint breath puffed against Alicia's ear. Fleece lined restraints were snugly clamped around both of Alicia's dainty wrists, connected by a short length of chain. "Arms over your head slave." As Alicia complied, Bev's strong arms encircled her waist, lifting the tiny girl up and fitting the chain neatly over the hook's edge. Like a carcass of meat, gravity pulled Alicia's torso down. Arms and shoulders strained vertically while the bottoms of her tender feet barely touched the floor. Immobilized further, fleece lined restraints were snugly clamped around both of Alicia's ankles, connected by a four foot iron spreader bar. Below, Alicia watched the kneeling duo efficiently truss her ankles and finally provided a better look at the mysterious Bev, her mind racing from the inextricable position she was in. She had let herself get in. Over freckled shoulders thin lacy straps hung, Bev's corset fuller than Monique's and covered smaller breasts. Her curly hair was flaming red with a marvelously painted white streak across the top. Bev's smoldering look met Alicia's excited face and simply nodded. To better admire their handiwork, they stepped back a few paces. Tethered in this fashion, the blushing Alicia felt helpless and embarrassed by their open inspection. "Look at that blush. My, what a pretty thing. Doesn't she look like a slut Bev?" "Yes Miss, very slutty." "Tell us slave, are you a slut?" "Yes Miss." "Yes Miss...what?" "Yes Miss, I am a slut." Monique reached between Alicia's spread crotch, palming her warm vagina. Nimble fingers searched out her clitoris. "Oh dear, you've an unusually fat pearl slut. I imagine that you're a bad girl, unable to control yourself from self-pleasure. Tell us slut, do you masturbate a lot?" "Yes Miss. I am a bad girl and cannot control my desires. I masturbate often." Alicia confessed, reddening. Bev again moved behind the pony tailed girl and slowly raked her painted nails along Alicia's taut, exposed ribcage and sides. Alicia gasped, aware of the building sexual excitement now racing over nude skin. Her long nipples were erect and goose bumps emerged along arms and back. Bev's hands boldly cupped Alicia's breasts, thumbs and forefingers gripped the turgid nipples, squeezing and pulling the teat flesh outward. Monique quickly moved forward and applied rubber tipped alligator clamps around each elongated nipple. "Do they feel nice slave?" "Y-yes Miss, they feel nice Miss." The clamps hungrily bit down on her purplish nipples and Alicia could not differentiate between exquisite pain or delicious pleasure. "Now my pretty slut, I'm going to silence you...for a time." Miss Monique held the golf ball sized red ball gag under Alicia's gaze, "I don't know...exactly...your limits so let's agree: if you reach a point, where you want me to stop, simply cross your fingers. We'll recognize that as a secret signal. Understood?" "Yes Miss." Alicia stared, fascinated by the object about to be placed in her mouth, the several spidery strips that will secure it criss-crossing her face. Alicia's jaw opened to accept the synthetic round ball, lips closing and tasting the antiseptic item. Her nostrils immediately flared sharply, inhaling like a form of inverted snorkeling. Carefully pulling one of the high backed chairs closer, Miss Monique sat, crossed her legs and viewed the spread eagled, tethered portrait of her girl. "You look good slave. I like you restrained this way. Bev, spank her." "Yes Miss." Bev's open palm initiated the contact upon Alicia's derriere. Slap! Slap! Her arm swinging freely, alternating from left to right and back again. Slap! Slap! Slap! Alicia closed her eyes, the sharp stinging swarmed over each lily white ass cheek. Slap! Slap! Whatever she did to deserve this mattered not. Slap! Slap! Slap! Beverly did not miss a spot, spanking from top to bottom. Slap! Slap! "Stop for a moment. Tired, Bev?" "No Miss." "Slave, look at me." Alicia's eyelids fluttered up at Monique's glazed eyes. Her legs were spread apart, fingers tracing imaginary lines up and down each bare thigh. Alicia focused through watery eyes the full shaven mound and glistening inner lips. "You're turning me on slave. Bev, give her 10 more and make them...harder. Eyes on me slave." Slap! Slap! Slap! Monique delightfully watched Alicia's eyelids quivering from the harder spanks, fingers moving ever closer to her quim, stroking along outer lips. With the final slap, a deep warmth saturated Alicia's numb derriere flesh and the temperature through the private room seemed to increase. Monique tore her hands away and with a flourish strode to the table selecting a favorite crop. The triangular shaped swatch of leather was dark brown, folded over and riveted to the end of a short, glossy black rod. Alicia's eyes bugged out as it pressed upon her stomach, the crop feathered its way down, touching Alicia's mons. Monique swished it back and forth against tense inner thighs. "You'll learn to...love the crop and understand...that...I do this with love." And the beating began. Monique's expertise is unparalleled. Her crop would kiss, lick and strike every inch of Alicia's exposed skin, whenever and wherever she pleased. Effortlessly she walked around the bound girl, the leather's tip snapped tender flesh, flicking without a rhythm, finding Alicia's unsuspecting targets and particularly harsh on her backside. Inside Alicia's mind, she moaned, envisioning what she must look like while unseen, until now, virginal switches toggled. Pain. Sweet lovely pain. Its what I want, what I've always wanted. Punishment. Yes. Connected to Miss Monique's arm. Her crop. My naked skin. Oh fuck, more. The blows came faster. She spent ample time on the backs of near cramping legs, darting like a swarm of stinging bees. Alicia's perspiring body absorbed them, losing track of time. The dosage of pain was perfect; Alicia flinched uncontrollably from the multitude of random strikes, her flayed skin spinning into a state of arousal she hadn't experienced before. With oxygen at a premium, she felt lightheaded. Then it stopped. "You take them well slave. I'm impressed." Monique stood before her, a line of clear drool spilled over Alicia's bottom lip and dripped onto a breast. Two long fingers easily slid into Alicia's tunnel, "God, you're cunt is soaking wet slave. I think you like my crop." "M-m-m-m-phh!" was the only capable sound she could make until Beverly undid the bindings and eased the ball gag from her teeth. Tiny stars sparkled as Alicia gulped in huge mouthfuls of air and felt a school girl lust for Miss Monique. "Y-yes Miss. I...love your crop..." She gasped. The two moistened fingers were held under Alicia's nose, "Slave, your arousal is thick. Tell me slut, do you like your sweet cunt juices?" "Yes Miss. I am a slut and do like my sweet cunt juices Miss." The two moistened sticky fingers were slipped into Alicia's mouth. The soft digit's tips slithered around touching her teeth and a willing tongue swirled around knuckles. "Did I tell you to lick them slave?" Monique quickly pulled them away. "No Miss. I just...thought..." "You don't think cunt. You must obey." Monique pushed her long fingers deep against Alicia's tonsil area causing her to gag and mildly retch. "Now, lick them clean slave." It felt like piranhas feasting as Beverly reached around to unclasp the nipple clamps. Sharp needlelike pain shot into her breasts as blood returned to the aching, sensitive tips. "Oww!" Alicia yelped twisting against her bonds. "Oww?" "I'm sorry Miss...I couldn't help that..." "Poor slave. You've done quite well and perhaps you deserve a reward..." And she bent to suckle each of the tender points bringing relief and intensifying Alicia's already aroused state. Her wet tongue traveled lower, trailing across her stomach, dipping into her navel and knelt before Alicia. "Your slave pussy looks wonderful. Pouting and swollen and dripping and...well...looks good enough to eat." Monique used her teeth to teasingly pull a few pubic hairs out. "T-thank you...M-Miss." Alicia swooned. Oh God. Oh fuck. I could cum in two seconds. Please. Oh God please. Just lick my clit or touch it. Fuck, I need to cum. Should I beg? No. I can't do anything...but wait. Oh please Miss. In answer to her prayers, Monique's lips softly kissed Alicia's outer petals; the tip of her tongue sliding into Alicia's slit, barely touched the engorged pearl. Before she could focus there, another, wilder sensation assailed: hard talons gripped her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Beverly's tongue languidly snaked its way along Alicia's ass crack, seeking her perineum. "Oh-h! Miss-s!" Alicia blurted, supple lips coaxing the fattened clitoris out from its thin delicate hood. Firm teeth carefully chewed the stalk as the tip of Bev's tongue vulgarly pressed past Alicia's sphincter, daubing inside the crinkly anus. The tandem had done this before. Orally assaulting a captive in sync. Their wicked mouths ebbed and flowed like a tide maximizing pleasure and controlling the orgasm. Alicia's hips bucked towards Monique's suckling "O" and backwards against Bev's nether probing. The spread eagled puppet writhed against her maddening restriction manifesting her desires vocally. "Oh please! Don't stop...Oh God...eat me!" And of course the mouths, in unison momentarily ceased their efforts. Alicia could only whine as their timing alternated: Bev laving her backside while Monique rested, then Bev resting while Monique made love to her front. As if in signal, Alicia's thighs quivered, Monique locked her sweet mouth over the girl's pussy and she began climbing toward ecstasy again. The expert tongue intimately tap danced between Alicia's urethra and the underside of her erect clit. Wafer thin inner lips fluttered like butterfly wings. Slowly. Rhythmically. Swelling. Anal muscles clamped tightly on the invading pink member. Alicia was climaxing, at last. The most wonderful, intense orgasm she had ever experienced coursed through her soul. Taut as a bow string, her muscles strained and vibrated threatening to break but stretching their limits. She screamed in a high pitched voice unfamiliar until today. Waves of glorious pleasure passionately wracked her tethered limbs, her vagina spewing. Spasming. Urinating into a bottomless vessel. She was fading, close to fainting as the two cared for her, unbuckling the four restraints and catching the collapsed, spent Alicia with strong arms. She was literally floating across the room. Extremities in a gelled state, Monique and Bev carried and softly deposited her onto the bed. For all she cared the comforter could have been concrete. Alicia slid down into oblivion and the puffy cloud of satin. ~~~ A steamy draft of warm air and the pleasant aroma of Minty, herbal tea tickled her nose. The fragrant bouquet was just like Bev's warm breath and what was that...hours ago? "Here you go...baby. Try some of this..." Alicia's head pleasantly buzzed lifting off the pillow. Arid lips sipped from the offered cup of brew. "Welcome back." Monique smiled down at her. The tea was soothing and helped to revive her. She was sore as if she'd competed in a strange marathon of sex and the satisfied glow deep inside overrode any unpleasant ache. Monique carefully brushed back a strand of loose hair from Alicia's forehead. She stared sideways at the beautiful woman and the startling erect, black phallus sprouting up, covering her vagina and secured with straps around her thighs and hips. Alicia's Foray Into Bondage Ch. 02 The two rubbery, artificial phalluses filled Alicia. She gasped as Bev and Monique flexed their hips in unison, dual sleek cocks erotically assailing her tunnels. Sandwiched as such, Alicia perspired between the writhing fucksters. The leather collar constricted around her throat and she embraced that lovely, sought after feeling. Alicia stared into Monique's sultry eyes. "Is this what the slave cunt Alicia wanted? To be used like a common fuck toy?" "Yes Miss. Use me...use this one..." "We intend to, of course." Bev whispered hoarsely while raking her sharp talons across Alicia's back, leaving vivid red stripes. Alicia arched into the curvature of Monique's penis causing the large tip to brush against her G-spot. She moaned. They fucked her good and hard, pistoning their shafts relentlessly. Slamming against tender flesh, pushing the air from Alicia's lungs. Then, they halted with dildos buried to the hilt. Separated by the thinnest membrane, their cocks kissed. Alicia's heartbeat raced and felt her sphincter muscles pulsating around Bev's painful invader. Alicia was close to cumming. "Does the slave want to orgasm?" Monique's minty breath rasped, the furrow of her forehead shiny from exertion. "Ohh. Yes...please Miss." "Beg slut...beg for it cunt! Eyes on me." And she did with fervor. Alicia degraded herself without hesitation to the women of her slutty needs. Monique's icy stare bore into Alicia's soul and she tumbled into the bittersweet world of humiliation. "Good girl." Monique smiled, reaching down to massage Alicia's sodden pubes. Nimble fingers twisted the apparatus and the cock audibly hummed to life. Alicia groaned from the delightful vibration, licking her arid lips to no avail. "You're such a good slave. Don't move. I don't want you humping your cunt like the slut you are." Monique moved her Venus mound closer. She pressed the whirring toy, spreading Alicia's labial folds and finding her swollen clit. "Fuck her Bev. Fuck it good. I want to watch this one cum. Use the slave's tender asshole." "Yes Miss. With Pleasure." Bev savagely grabbed and pulled Alicia's ponytail back. Her other hand reached around, viciously pulling and tweaking a turgid nipple. With short bursts, Bev easily moved the fat dildo in and out of Alicia's stretched backside. Her hips soon found a natural rhythm. Deep, passionate breathing and the squelching sounds of female arousal filled the bedroom. Alicia's blood engorged clitoris twitched heatedly and the strong orgasm finally consumed her. Alicia stiffened as titanic waves of pure bliss roiled across every nerve ending. Time had no meaning in the delicious numbness. "Ahhhhh-h! Eeeeee-e!!" She screamed. Sharp, sadistic teeth bit into Alicia's arm. Her quivering thigh was being slapped with stinging blows. Alicia didn't know who was biting or doing the slapping and she didn't care. "Ahhhhh-h! Eeeeee-e!!" Multi-colored lights flickered against closed eyelids as powerful sensations wracked her nubile body riveted between the two Mistresses. Sweetened seconds passed into minutes and Alicia basked in the pleasant afterglow. The two cocks slowly eased out leaving Alicia with an obvious void and desire to be filled that way again. Exhausted as such, she lacked the energy to whine. Besides, the punishment her submissive body had endured was now beginning to manifest. Alicia ached deservedly and in her dreamlike state realized the fulfillment she had sought. Voices, soft murmurings stirred Alicia's consciousness and slowly raised herself off the comfortable pillows. Bev and Miss Monique had dressed and sat in the high backed chairs, smoking and sipping some sort of refreshment. Alicia's knees wobbled slightly while stepping onto the smooth polished floor. The duo turned. "Well. Look who's up?" Miss Monique quipped. Alicia padded toward them and feeling like a schoolgirl as they appraised her nakedness. "It would be more appropriate if you knelt slave." She obliged quickly, lowering her eyes and gazing upon Miss's lovely, black leather boots. "Forgive me Miss. I need more training it seems." "Good answer slut. You may lick My boots. I saw you coveting them." "Thank you Miss." Alicia moved forward, licking the soft leather from the tall heel, up to Her calf and then back down again. Unconsciously, Alicia's hands were folded upon the small of her back while tasting the smooth hide. "Very nice slave. Tell Me...have you ever done this before? I mean in real life?" "No Miss. Only in fantasy." "Hmm. I thought so. Follow Me slave. Crawl like the pissy girl you are. You are a pissy girl, aren't you? "Yes Miss. I am a pissy girl." Alicia obediently followed Miss Monique into the small adjoining bathroom. The cool, wet tiles felt lovely on her bare knees. "Up you go. I will watch while you urinate." "Yes Miss." Alicia quickly sat upon the throne, feeling utterly humiliated in the small space and being watched. Obviously nervous, Alicia's rebellious urethra tightened. She attempted to relax her mind and muscles, thinking of anything to help. She wished, temporarily, that she was simply alone now. "A-hem. Problem pissy-slave girl?" "I...I'm so sorry Miss..." Alicia struggled. She moved her legs back and forth. In frustration, Alicia pressed both palms against tummy and bladder. Due to Bev's rigorous ass-fucking, the end result was a ghastly fart that echoed loudly off the porcelain. Alicia was totally embarrassed. Miss Monique smiled which seemed to make matters only worse. Finally, with great concentration, an excruciatingly thin dribble emerged. "Eyes on Me slave." Alicia stared into the hypnotic, dark pupils and felt her bladder release a torrent of pee. The wet, tinkling sounds hissed and splashed into the awaiting bowl. Alicia was pissing for Her. There was no privacy. Is this what she had longed for? Yes. Oh yes. And more. She was sure of it. "Such a good girl! You've done really well. Join us back in the main room." "Thank you Miss." Alicia sighed and wiped herself. At the doorway, she instinctively lowered and began to crawl back across the floor to the chairs. "It's okay now Alicia. You may stand. Come closer, it's alright. I won't bite you." Monique giggled. Her warm, soft hand stroked Alicia's cheek. Bev stood behind and carefully unclasped the collar. Cooler air rushed onto the moist skin there. Alicia suddenly felt exposed. Nude in a different way. "Our time is done for now Alicia." Monique's petting soothingly continued. "Perhaps you will come back. I certainly hope so. We have so much more to show you, so many more rooms of delight and torture. Good-bye." Alicia was mildly stunned as they disappeared quietly through a private entry. She shivered and began to put on her clothes which were still neatly folded upon the chair. How long had she been here? Hours? Downstairs, in the front parlor, the same effeminate man in silk black clothing approached Alicia. "Miss Mayhew? I took the liberty of calling you a taxi. It is waiting outside. Have a nice day Miss." Ushered outside into the refreshing, evening air, Alicia slipped into the back seat and stared longingly at the building named: Sade. ~~~ The apartment was quiet and Karen had left a note stating she'd back late tonight. Alicia walked into the bedroom and removed her clothes. They reeked of sex and she vulgarly sniffed them. Her naked skin tingled and Alicia palmed herself, feeling soiled and at the same instant gratified from her experience. After the soothing, hot shower Alicia took two pain relief tablets and slipped between the silk sheets. Her thoughts rambled about today's happening, no classes tomorrow and wondered where Karen had gone. Alicia drifted off into a deep but dream filled sleep. Ordered to clean the urine smelling toilet, Alicia felt the crop sting her derriere. She was awakened by a much smoother, tender caress on her butt. "Hey baby..." Karen whispered, "didn't mean to wake you...just wanted to touch you..." "Ohh. Karen...so tired...sorry. I love you." "Love you too snuggle bunny." Karen stroked Alicia's shampooed hair and noticed the large bite mark on her arm. One bright sunbeam teased Alicia's eyelid and she awoke refreshed. She padded into the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee. Knowing that Karen liked it strong, Alicia heaped in more. While waiting, she folded the few clothes and donned a favorite, yellow tee shirt. Karen stirred at the robust java scent nearby and blinked at Alicia staring and smiling. "Morning sleepyhead." "M-m-m r-f-p-h-h. Thanks for the coffee dear. You always know what I like." As Karen sat up to sip the brew, Alicia lustfully gazed at the exposed pear shaped breasts and long nipples. They always seemed to be erect. God she loved that. "So. Nice mark on your arm. Does that signify you had a good time? Okay. Tell me all about it." "Well...I...umm loved every minute." Alicia stammered and blushed from her exuberance. "It...they...were...just...just perfect I guess you could say...I mean..." "They? Ooo...sounds better!" "Yes. Miss Monique and Miss Bev. I just lost complete track of time and...and..." "And? C'mon girl you can tell me anything." "I don't know if this makes much sense but I sort of came to an understanding. Of me and what I've been seeking." "And?" "The lifestyle. You know. I've always had these desires of being submissive, I've hidden them. The humiliation, the pain, it's what I want. To serve. To serve and obey a Mistress." Alicia blushed again, averting Karen's gaze. "Are you speaking as in...being collared?" "Yes." Karen's pulse quickened. She touched Alicia's cheek and raised her face. "Alicia...my sweet, sweet girl. I have always loved you so. Would you...could you...ever consider me as your Mistress?" Alicia's insides fluttered and her cunny moistened. ~To Be Continued~ Alicia's Foray Into Bondage Alicia's heart rate instantly increased, remembering when she and Karen had dared to enter the adult sex store. Giggling and ogling over the variety of weird toys available but this was different. Presently it was staring right at her. At the same time, just behind her, she felt the mattress sink down and Beverly began to massage a warm, balmy oil into her shoulders and neck. "Shoulders sore Hun?" She whispered closely. "Umm...yeah..." She sighed, fingering the letters that spelled: Slave. Grateful for the soothing sensation. Then Alicia felt something else. Sensuously pressed between her ass cheeks and the small of her back, another rubbery phallus squirmed with a smooth intent. Alicia's breathing nearly stopped while sandwiched between the lovely ladies. Oh God. Did I mention this...in the letter? I mean...two at once? DP? Oh God. I've never...I can't believe that I... Will this dream...will it ever stop? God, I hope not. I am their slave. They can do whatever they want to. I'll obey. "The night is just beginning Pet." Bev whispered. ~To Be Continued~