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Arin's Inheritance Pt. 01

By: mollycactus



Arin's life had taken an exciting turn.

One of her more distant aunts had died, leaving her estate, including her house and its contents to her 'favorite niece' - Arin. Arin vaguely remembered the family visits to see her Mother's sister when she was younger. The woman would always draw her into her arms, hug her and kiss her warmly, making Arin feel quite special.

When the family moved far away, such visits became infrequent, and then stopped altogether. But Arin kept having correspondence with this very nice woman over the years, sharing aspects of her life, and sometimes asking for advice, and receiving it. She was saddened to hear that her aunt, though still in her prime, had suddenly fallen ill. Her passing was therefore not unexpected when it occurred. 

Arin had a feeling that the aunt still regarded her as special, but still, she was floored to hear about this inheritance. All these years of apartment living were to become a thing of the past. She could even quit her job, since, being frugal by nature, she should be able to live comfortably off the interest from the monetary portion of the inheritance.

Reaching her aunt's town, she picked up the keys from the executor of the estate, and drove out to the house - her new home. It was as beautiful as she remembered, Her aunt had seen to the upkeep of the grounds and the house itself. There was a wonderful sense of isolation, the nearest neighbors being miles away. The mail was delivered to a box situated by the road, at the end of her very long driveway.

Her aunt's great sense of style and taste was reflected in the house furnishings and decorations. Arin felt that she lacked nothing at the moment, content to let the house remain as it was as she settled into a routine. With occasional visits to the town for supplies, she kept her larder well stocked, and cooking for herself was no problem at all.

As spring transitioned into a warm summer, she took to wearing less clothes, walking around in her underwear. Since no one ever visited the house (the meters that needed to be read were situated conveniently down by the mailbox), she gradually stopped even wearing underwear. She walked from room to room in her house naked, and even took to strolling naked out in her yard. Her back lawn was perfect for nude sunbathing, too. It had a small pond for skinny dipping if Arin got too hot from the sun.

Her skin took on a healthy bronze glow. With a minor streak of vanity, she took to admiring herself in the mirror, noting her sleek, lithe body with its lack of tan lines. She enjoyed lifting her C-cup sized breasts in her hands, as if offering them to the vibrant woman she saw in the mirror. Her hands could not help but wander down her torso, caressing and making her skin come alive. She would slide them down to the rise of her mound, and then, teasing herself, stop before reaching the lips covering her intimate opening.

Instead, she would slide her hands around behind herself to cup and knead her ass cheeks, even daring to toy delicately with her tiny puckered anal opening. Every time she touched this forbidden place, her body would shiver with the delightful sensations from that sensitive area. This is probably why she was always immaculately clean, since she also enjoyed soaping and washing this region, and flushed its tunnel completely empty with mild enemas.

Therefore, she had no hesitation of sliding her fingers from this region behind her back around to her front, and gliding them along her now puffy labia. Now came the part she loved the best. Watching her hands in the mirror, she grasped her labia and spread herself wide open, completely revealing the glorious pinkness of her vaginal entrance. As she looked closer, she could see the tinier hole above her vagina - her urethra or pee hole. And above that hole, the delicate pink head of the rod of her clitoris would slide out from its protective hood, if she pulled hard enough on her labia.

Being a highly erotic woman by nature, Arin habitually treated herself to a lovely orgasm, all the while watching herself in the mirror until she fingered herself to her climax. She often had to clean the mirror afterward, since some of her cum spray would usually eject with enough force to cloud its surface.

She could not imagine a more perfect existence. 

Well, perhaps sharing it with someone else could make it a bit more perfect, but finding the right partner is always a game of chance.

So Arin enjoyed her solitude, keeping in touch with her former friends by phone and email. Some lived within a half hour's drive, but somehow Arin never got around to inviting any to even visit.

Until that fateful day.

Though still summer, a tepid rain was falling, breaking a heat spell that had persisted for several days. Arin thought this a perfect time to explore the attic. Up until now, she had been too busy exploring the rest of the house and grounds. She was afraid the attic might be hot, or dusty, or both. To her surprise, when she turned the key in the lock on the hatch up into the attic, she found it brightly lit by ambient light through several windows, even though the day lacked bright sun at the moment. Her focus on its floor revealed that it was quite clean, and her unclothed body reported the temperature to be warm, but very comfortable. 

Unlike many attics Arin had seen in the past, this attic was uncluttered. There were armoires and chests around the room, and Arin stepped forward quickly, impatient to see what treasures they might contain. She ignored the desk occupying the room center, drawn by her curiosity to the storage furniture.

As she approached the closest armoire or wardrobe, and swiveled the large doors open, she stood gawking at the items revealed. Handcuffs, shackles, ropes, and chains hung from various hooks. Sliding open its drawers, she found dildos and vibrators of various sizes and shapes.

Arin thought she could not be more shocked. 

But the next wardrobe proved her wrong. It contained things like belts, floggers, riding crops - even a coiled up leather whip! Its drawers contained clothespins, clamps of various types, tweezer-like things, even a strange metallic device. The device had a long handle, like a butter knife, but at the end had a wheel with sharp tines that radiated out from its edge. Arin experimentally touched the wheel to her forearm and let it gently roll up toward her elbow. She was amazed how the tiny prickles that it produced sensitized her skin.

Everything was so clean and orderly - so well organized.

Another wardrobe revealed that it actually contained clothing. But what clothing! Blouses that were almost transparent. Skirts that were short, and slit well up the outside - or in some cases, the center! Something that looked like a stylized maid's outfit - that is, if the maid also moonlighted as a hooker! Garments made of a rubbery sort of latex, the scent of which she found strangely erotic. But it was the black leather outfit that really caught her attention.

It started with a modified bustier up on its top, which had leather cups for breasts, with a strap that rose from their peaks to pass behind the wearer's neck. The bustier had leather panels down its sides, but a tough mesh in the center, and its back was bare, except for a pair of crisscrossing straps that descended from the edges of the breast cups. Where it reached the waist, the leather formed into a thick, encircling belt which had what would normally be called garter straps hanging from it, but these were not elastic - they were made from the same tough leather as the belt. 

She soon learned why they did not have to be elastic. They were in turn attached firmly to long 'stockings' made of rubber, which were quite stretchy. The only other part of this garment that was not leather was a metallic structure with soft rubber edges that ran from the front of the belt to its back. This obviously would pass under the wearer's crotch.

Arin held the garment up against her body, measuring. It looked like it might fit her! Curiosity won out over caution - she had to try it on. The metallic center of the belt section had a sort of combination 'hasp and staple' with a small, open padlock threaded through the staple. Removing the padlock, the hasp came free from the staple, allowing the belt to unbuckle into a wide oval. She stepped inside that oval, and began working her feet into the rubber leggings, after rolling them up as she would do with silk stockings. The rubber stretched and clung to her like a satiny second skin. Ducking her head through the space between the breast cups and the strap that connected them, she straightened and carefully tucked the tender globes of her breasts into their holders. The cups were snug enough that the tops of her breasts bulged enticingly.

All that remained was to tighten the belt section to make it fit snugly on her narrow waist. Drawing the oval tightly around her waist, she found that with a slight inhale, she could close the hasp over the staple. She did not want it to fly open. She did not want to be trapped in this garment, but she wanted it secured in place for the proper effect. So she threaded the shackle part of the lock through the staple, but was careful not to close the lock completely. 

Heart thudding, feeling a weird blend of naughtiness and eroticism, Arin went from the attic to the full length mirror in her bedroom. She could barely believe her transformation! In the mirror she saw a woman sheathed in form-fitting black leather and rubber which seemed to reveal more than it concealed. Every curve of her legs was emphasized. The metallic center section covered her sex but its gleam drew the onlooker's eyes to that very region. Her waist seemed narrower, and her torso rose up, flaring out as it reached the display of her tits. She gasped as she realized that now the tops of her areolae were peeking out over the rim of the breast cups. She felt her nipples swell, pressing themselves against the thick leather that covered them. Turning and looking over her shoulder, she saw that her back was bare, save for the two leather strips that crossed it. Below that, her lush ass cheeks were completely uncovered - only her ass crack itself was covered by the continuation of the metallic strip.

As she trailed her finger along the rear metallic strip, she felt it dip into an opening she had not noticed, and graze her anal ring! She could not see from this angle, but she imagined that someone kneeling behind her could probably look through the opening and easily view her ass hole. Feeling the front of the metallic strip as it descended into her groin, her fingertips perceived that it had lots of tiny holes there, rather like a sieve. Suddenly, the clues clicked into place - this suit had a built-in chastity belt!

Her curiosity satisfied for the moment, Arin returned to the attic to put the garment back away. But as she approached the wardrobe, a sudden crash of lightning from the storm now churning outside made her jump!

Her body bumped into the nearby desk. She felt, rather than heard the lock click as it hit the hard, wooden surface. She looked down, and saw the lock was now closed. She pulled at it experimentally, but it did not give. A strange sensation swept through her. Somehow, being confined in this manner - locked into this form-fitting garment with its incorporated chastity device - ignited something in her core that she had never suspected existed. A curious blend of humiliation and excitement seized her! 

She ran her fingertips along the small portion of her inner thighs that remained exposed between the leather garter straps. The warm smooth flesh there generated a wave of arousal that quickly sent her into an explosive orgasm! The fluids of her cum leaked from the metallic sieve area at the front of the belt and puddled on the floor beneath her. Her breasts heaved in the confinement of the leather cups that encased them. It took her several minutes to come down from this ecstatic high. Once she caught her breath, the reality of her situation formed once again in her mind. The lock was secured, and she was trapped in this lewd outfit until she could open it.

Trying not to panic, she searched the armoire in which she had found the suit, certain that given the orderliness of the items, the key to the lock must surely be there. It was not. It was also not in evidence in any of the other armoires, nor in the trunks. Getting a bit frantic, she turned to her aunt's desk, rummaging through its drawers. The key was not in evidence, but Arin found a sealed envelope bearing her name, written in what she recognized as her aunt's handwriting.

"To my darling niece, Arin. Since you are reading this, I am guessing that you have found my rather kinky clothing and my special playthings. I hope you do not think badly of me for having such tastes. However, some of the advice you sought from me over the years indicated that you might not be horrified by such items. If you are disgusted, you may destroy everything in the room. If, on the other hand, you are developing into an erotic woman, open to new pleasures and sensations, then you may make use of all these items, with my blessing. Given some of the fantasies that you shared with me, I think the latter describes you much better. If I had not had such a strong aversion to incest, I would certainly have brought you here to satisfy some of those fantasies with me.

"The handcuffs, shackles, locks, etc. all take special keys. These special keys are with my attorney. She has orders to hand them over when she receives the enclosed envelope, but there is a catch. She cannot give them to you. She can only give them to someone you designate. My purpose in this is to make certain you do not live a completely solitary life. I saw signs of that in our correspondence together. So, you will have to send this envelope to someone you trust completely, and let him or her pick up the keys on your behalf, and bring them to you. That person will undoubtedly become aware of what the keys are for, thereby sharing this secret with you. So choose wisely, my dear. Perhaps you will find a playmate. It is my fondest wish that you will.

"Thank you for 'keeping me company' all these years. Your letters and phone calls brightened my life, probably more than you can imagine. Be well, and know that I love you."

Arin found tears spilling from her eyes. What a wonderful woman her aunt had been. She would miss her greatly. 

But what a pickle Arin was in right now! The keys to this garment were not in the house. She would have to pick someone. Someone she could trust to go to the lawyer, and get the keys for her. It would have to be someone relatively close by. She mulled the problem over in her mind. Who? She would prefer the person to be female, she thought. A female might be more sympathetic to her plight - might understand how her curiosity got her into this. Maybe someone would visit the lawyer and fetch the keys, no questions asked. Wouldn't that be lovely?

Above all, it had to be someone Arin trusted implicitly. The image of Molly's face popped into her mind! Molly! Of course! Even though Arin had not seen her in a while, she remembered how nice Molly had been to her, and how accommodating she always seemed to be when other people needed help. And she did not live that far away! She tried to ignore the fact that she had always found Molly to be quite attractive - she would not let herself believe that this was influencing her decision whatsoever.

Swallowing hard to keep her heart from climbing up into her throat, she picked up her phone - a text message would not be adequate in these circumstances. She had to let Molly hear the desperation in her voice as she asked for help, so she would know this was serious. She needed to plead with Molly to drive over here to pick up the letter for the lawyer. She prayed Molly would be home right now.

She dialed. After an eternity of rings, there was a click, and Molly said, "Hello?"

(to be continued)

Arin's Inheritance Pt. 02



(continued from part 1) 

Arin's heart fluttered in relief and excitement as she heard Molly's voice on the phone.

"Molly, I am so glad that you answered. Please come over to my house as quickly as you can."

"Arin? Is that you? I have not heard from you in ages, but I'm glad to be back in contact with you. Why do you need me to come over so suddenly?"

"I'll explain when you get here, Molly. Please hurry."

"You're being very mysterious, Arin. Are you OK? Are you in trouble?"

"I wouldn't have called if I did not need your help, Molly. But it's too complicated to explain over the phone."

"OK, you've got me intrigued now Arin. You know I've always been a sucker for a mystery. You'd better give me directions, since I've never been there."

Arin explained the route as best she could with her mind whirling frantically. After they hung up, she had time to take a few deep breaths to try to calm herself. It would take Molly perhaps half an hour to get there. While she waited for her friend's arrival, Arin found she had to pee.

Straddling the toilet, tipping her pelvis forward, she still found it difficult to relax her sphincter muscle, with that grate covering her sex. But the urgency won out. She watched the yellow stream emerge, broken into many separate flows by the sieving action. She rinsed herself carefully, not wanting to get any water on the leather, not knowing if it had been treated with a waterproofing sealant.

After what seems like a very long interval of time, Arin could tell that Molly had arrived, since she heard her car coming up the driveway. In preparation, Arin grabbed her long overcoat from the hall closet, and covered herself from neck to knees.

Even so, she only peeked her head out the front door to call out to Molly as she emerged from her car. "Thank you so much for coming over so quickly. Please come inside."

Entering, Molly impulsively gave her a hug, since it had been such a long time since they had been together. Feeling and seeing Arin dressed so oddly for a warm summer day, she inquired, "Arin, what's going on? Why are you wearing that? Why are you being so mysterious? What's the big secret?"

"Well," Arin stammered, her face coloring a bright red. "Ummm." She obviously had no idea how to begin explaining, and began staring at the floor.

Molly took her by her shoulders. "Arin, look at me. We have been friends a long time. I have to assume that what's bothering you has to do with what's under that coat. Are you naked under it? Did you get a bad tattoo? Did someone botch a piercing? Show me!"

Feeling like she wanted to shrink down tiny and hide in some hole instead, Arin undid her coat, and turned her face sideways so she would not she Molly's expression as she opened her coat, and then dropped it to the floor by her feet.

But she heard Molly's exclamation of surprise as she got a look at Arin's leather-bound body. Molly scanned her from head to toe, walking around Arin to view her from every angle. "Wow!" was her only verbalization as she completed her examination. Molly had always been good at noticing details, and her keen eyes had noticed the closed lock. "You are locked into that," she stated flatly.

Arin nodded mutely.

"And you want me to help you search the house for its key, is that it?"

Arin finally found her voice. "Not exactly. My aunt left this letter, see. And, well, it's kind of complicated." Her voice trailed off again. She certainly did not want to explain to Molly how the lock had closed because she bumped into the attic desk. And she absolutely did not want to relate to her how she had almost spontaneously reached orgasm when that lock clicked shut.

"OK. You obviously need to show me this letter from your aunt. Where is it?"

"It's in the attic, but..."

"No buts. This is confusing enough already. You want my help, and you are being tongue-tied, so take me to the attic, and let me read this letter for myself."

Arin felt as if she had no choice. She was in too deep already. She led the way upstairs, Molly trailing behind her. They were over halfway up the stairs when Molly chuckled, "Is that a chastity belt you are wearing, Arin?"

Arin realized that Molly, from her vantage point below her on the steps, was looking right up into her crotch! Arin came to a halt, grasping the bannister tightly as a wave of mortification swept through her. But as she imagined Molly viewing her ass hole through the rear opening, and the grating over her cunt in the front, a perverse shock of arousal blended with her embarrassment. Daring to look over her shoulder, she was gratified not to see any trace of revulsion or even disapproval on Molly's face. She only saw a look of curiosity there.

Finding her voice, she answered, "Yes, it is. I had no idea it was when I put it on, though."

"I have never seen one in real life before," Molly mused, "only pictures of them. Is it at least comfortable?"

"So far it is, but I really would like to take it off now." She resumed leading Molly up to the attic. They entered. Too late Arin remembered that she had left the doors of the armoires wide open, and many of the storage chests had their lids thrown back. 

Molly looked around the room with eyes gradually widening in shock. She silently wandered from one armoire to another, touching the items they contained. Arin felt her face getting redder and redder as she watched Molly fingering the various devices. She did not know how to interpret Molly's silence. She stood quietly wringing her hands, feeling her stomach twisting in knots.

Molly finished her inspection, and turned to Arin asking, "Now, where is the letter?"

Arin had to swallow twice to moisten her mouth enough to answer, "Over here on the desk."

Molly picked up the letter and read it very carefully. Arin shifted nervously from one leg to the other as she waited. She hoped that she was placing her trust in the correct person. Molly's expression and body language was not giving her any clues as to how Molly felt about this situation.

Finally, Molly replaced the letter on the surface of the desk, and stood staring off into space.

"Well? Are you willing to help me?" Arin asked with a trace of impatience in her voice.

In answer, Molly held up her hand saying, "Give me a moment to absorb this situation please Arin." She closed her eyes, obviously pondering.

Subconsciously, Arin wrapped her arms around herself, seeking some tactile comfort as she waited for Molly's decision.

Molly was in a quandary. She herself loved sex - sex with men, and sex with women. But she really had no idea how Arin felt about it. Also, the equipment in this room indicated a type of play that involved BDSM - something that Molly was aware of due to its prevalence on various Internet websites, but that she had never experienced. 

Perhaps Arin was looking for a playmate, or perhaps she had only reached out to a friend in order to have that friend obtain the keys for her. Molly did not know. Being a person who believed it was best to speak plainly about things, to minimize the chance of confusion or miscommunication, she decided the best thing to do was to openly ask Arin what she wanted. 

If all she wanted was for Molly to obtain the keys to that lock on the chastity belt, Molly would do that for her and then walk away, no harm done. She opened her eyes, and turned to her friend.

"OK, Arin. Here's how I see it," Molly began. "It's already late on a Friday evening. The lawyer's office is obviously closed at this point and will not reopen until Monday. In her letter, your aunt indicated that she wanted you to find a playmate. That she did not want you to live a solitary existence. Out of all of your friends, you called me for help. This indicates to me that on some level you trust me - you trust in my discretion. 

"What I don't know is whether or not in your heart there is some glimmer of a feeling that you might want me as that playmate. I don't know how you feel about me, since we have not spoken in quite some time."

Arin started trembling with emotion, trying to find words to express how she felt. She wrapped her arms even more tightly around her torso. Looking into Molly's eyes, she blurted out, "I... I've... Oh Molly, I've always... I mean..." She finally stopped her stammering and dropped her eyes, unable to continue.

Seeing Arin's discomfort, Molly took pity on her. "Let me make this easier for you, Arin. Would you like me to be your playmate? Yes or no?"

Arin was afraid her face was bright crimson at this point. Looking down at the floor, rather than directly at Molly, she whispered, "Yes."

"Look at me, Arin," Molly commanded. Once they had eye contact, Molly pointed around the room at the various devices on display. "You want me to use these things on you as we play? I want you to be clear about this."

Arin visualized Molly restraining her in various ways. She considered the fact that she had never seen Molly angry or cruel. Therefore, in her mind she could only see Molly wielding things like the riding crop in a sensual manner. She was a bit shocked at her body's reaction to these possibilities as her knees weakened and a wave of extreme excitement washed through her. Sensing that Molly was not adverse to the thought of doing such things, Arin found the courage to look directly at Molly and answer in a more normal tone of voice, "Yes, I do."

"Good. I am glad that you are being quite lucid about this. But I want no misunderstandings, and you know that I am not afraid to be blunt in my questions when seeking clarity. Do you want our play to remain purely platonic? Or are you also hoping for it to turn sexual? Since I don't know your orientation, I really need to understand if you find me attractive, Arin."

Dropping her arms to her sides, Arin licked her lips before answering. Molly took note of her now more open body language and her unconscious oral display, and smiled at this revelation.

Arin found herself suddenly shy at this moment. She felt as if standing at the edge of a precipice. One step would change her world forever. She had never revealed her true feelings about Molly, uncertain as to how they would be received. But Molly herself was raising the question about sexuality. Surely she would not have asked about it if such behavior was completely unacceptable. As Arin wrestled with these thoughts, her pussy, trapped in its chastity belt cage, seemed to lurch and attempt to swell within its confinement. It was apparently 'voicing its opinion' loud and clear. Stiffening her spine, Arin took the plunge. 

"Yes, Molly. I have always found you attractive and wished that I could act on my feelings," she stated. "But I did not know how you would feel about it, and I was too scared to ask. I did not want to jeopardize our friendship."

Molly's face softened into an expression of blissful acceptance. She stepped closer to Arin, gently took hold of her chin, and for the first time in their lives gave Arin a slow, sweet kiss. Arin emitted a sound halfway between a whimper and a moan. They gathered each other into a close embrace. 

After they held each other for a few minutes, Molly whispered into Arin's ear, "Let's play together this weekend, and see how things work out." Arin nodded her agreement.

Now Molly was faced with the task of how to start their play. Arin was indicating that she wanted Molly to take charge. Never having been in the role of the Dominant, Molly was at a loss as to how to proceed. Looking around at the things like the floggers, belts, and riding crop, she knew she was certainly not ready to grab one and strike her friend with it. 

"Hmmmm," she hummed as she pondered. "Well, you are sort of offering yourself to me as a gift," she finally stated. Eyeing Arin's outfit closely once again she continued, "And the gift is very uniquely wrapped in a lovely manner. It's a pity that I cannot fully unwrap this gift of yours."

Hearing this, and imagining Molly stripping her naked, even though that was currently impossible, made Arin groan. Her mind seized that mental image and went romping into so many different scenarios of possibilities that she was afraid to say anything because she would probably babble gibberish.

Molly continued, "I may as well get more acquainted with my gift." Suddenly inspired to assert her dominance verbally, she commanded, "Put your hands behind your head, girl."

A little startled to be addressed as 'girl' Arin nonetheless complied quickly. She placed her hands behind her head and interlaced her fingers, keeping her elbows well out to each side. This posture pressed her breasts more firmly against the cups that embraced them, causing a little more of her areolae to emerge over their tops.

Molly was secretly pleased at Arin's prompt obedience. Seeing this gorgeous woman, dressed so provocatively, obeying her command touched something inside Molly of which she had been unaware. A curious energy seemed to be forming in her core. Dominant energy was starting to flow through her, and she found she liked the sensation - the feeling of being in control. However, she kept any display of emotion off of her face as she ordered, "Spread your legs apart, girl, shoulder width. And arch your back a little more. Stand proudly for me."

Arin did as she was told, shuffling her legs apart and curving her spine. To keep her balance, she found that she had to stick out her butt.

Once Arin was in position, Molly began a thorough examination of her playmate. She ran her hands through Arin's hair and down her neck. Her fingers explored Arin's earlobes, chin, nose and cheeks. She circled behind Arin, and whispered her hands from Arin's interlaced fingers along her arms and down her mostly bare back to her hips. The feeling of these smooth warm tissues under her hands thrilled Molly. Her heartbeat accelerated as her hands explored the bare cheeks of Arin's ass, and the backs of her legs through their enclosing sheathes.

Returning to the front of Arin, Molly swept her hands up Arin's legs, thighs and torso. Even where the material covered Arin's skin, Molly could feel the heat building up inside her friend. She noticed that Arin had a few drops of sweat forming on her forehead. The woman was also breathing harder now, making her breasts jiggle slightly with their increased rise and fall. Molly traced her friend's collarbones and then let her hands caress across the smooth swellings of the exposed tops of Arin's breasts.

As she felt Molly touch that sensitive skin, Arin bit her lip softly to stop herself from crying out. Her body quivered, and her arms broke out in goosebumps.

Watching her friend's reaction carefully, Molly glided her fingertips over the tiny arcs of Arin's dark pink areolar flesh, which was now pebbled from her excitement. Grinning impishly, Molly pressed the skin just above each areola upward firmly enough to cause Arin's nipples to pop up out of their confining cups. The swollen nubs ended up resting atop the material, poking forward enticingly.

Arin made a hissing sound and danced slightly from side to side, trying wildly to hold her pose as Molly began toying with her nipples. She ran her fingers gently back and forth over their tops making wave after wave of sensation sweep through Arin's body. Whether by instinct or by years of practice, Molly seem to know exactly what to do to those now fully turgid bumps of tissue to cause maximal arousal.

Growing lightheaded and dizzy, Arin began sucking great gusts of air into her lungs.

Hearing this, Molly said, "It's OK to moan and make sounds, girl. Don't try to stifle or hold back your feelings. I know this stimulates you - I can smell your arousal."

Arin was all too aware of the scent wafting from her trapped cunt. She was also aware of her pussy juices leaking through the restraining grid and down her thighs. Having been given permission, she began giving voice to her growing excitement, starting with loud moans that occasionally peaked into shrieks and howls.

"Good girl," Molly praised. "I love hearing those sounds. Keep going. Don't stop now. Let it build. You're going to cum for me, you know. Your body desperately needs to cum. I want you to hold back as long as you can, but when it becomes absolutely impossible to stop it, I want you to scream out a long, lovely orgasm for me. Don't worry about falling over. If you start to fall, I will catch you."

Having given Arin these instructions, Molly leaned over and began sensuously licking Arin's nipples. Arin had never felt anything as delicious as Molly's tongue on her tits. She almost came the moment the tongue first touched, but she obediently staved off her orgasm, holding out a little longer.

After a minute or so of licking those nipples, making them gleam with warm, sticky saliva, Molly seized one between her thumb and fingers and began squeezing it. She sucked the other nipple into her mouth and began lashing it with her tongue.

Arin's internal dam finally burst!

With a loud cry of "Mollyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!" she began cumming, her cunt forcing her juices hard against the confining screen of the chastity belt. The back-flow turbulence created as her cum fluids hit that barrier in a volume too great to immediately pass through it caused those fluids to wash both forward across her clit and backward across her anal ring. Those strange sensations intensified and prolonged Arin's orgasm. She managed to keep her hands behind her head as her body shook and her legs began to buckle.

True to her word, Molly wrapped both of her arms under Arin's armpits and around her back, supporting her weight. Her mouth, however, stayed at Arin's nipple, suckling until she sensed Arin had finished cumming.

Molly carefully eased Arin down to a kneeling position on the floor, soaked with a puddle formed from the girl's released fluids. She was delighted at the sight of her friend kneeling before her, with her body glowing from that tremendous release, and still quivering with orgasmic aftershocks. The sensation of dominance and control was building inside her, filling her with a feeling of satisfaction. Satisfaction, but not fulfillment. Molly's own cunt was lubricating copiously from her own reaction to the eroticism of the situation. Arin was still panting hard, but her eyes were gradually coming back into focus as she turned her head to look up at Molly.

Smiling down at her playmate, Molly said, "When you have fully recovered, girl, it will be my turn."

(to be continued)



Arin's Inheritance Pt. 03



(continued from part 2)

Molly waited patiently for her friend to recover from her orgasm. She observed her closely, watching her breathing, her body language, and her expressions. From the look forming on Arin's face, Molly could tell she wanted to say something.

"It looks like you want to ask or tell me something, Arin. What is it?"

"That was... That was so amazing, Molly. It does not seem to be enough to merely say 'thank you' for that experience. You know what was the best thing about it for me?"

"My mouth?" Molly answered with a huge grin.

Arin blushed fully. "Well yes, that certainly. But I was talking about how you took charge like you did. That made it extra special. It was very exciting for me to be called 'girl' like that, and to be commanded to hold my body in that pose. My body reacted so forcefully when you dominated me that it surprised me. Were you OK with doing that?"

"To be honest, Arin, I was surprised as well. I felt something well up inside me, something that felt very good. I liked being in charge, and telling you what to do. It pleased me to see you obey me." Molly cleared her throat as if the next statement was a little difficult to say. "I liked being able to play with you as if you were my toy."

Hearing this, Arin felt a clanging sensation in her chest. She realized that she actually ached to continue to be Molly's toy. It was as if she had been unaware of a certain hunger - a need to fill a void in her life. She immediately knew that she had to signal this need somehow. She spoke up, "Molly, would it be all right with you if I call you Miss as we play?"

After a slightly shocked moment, Molly laughed, "Yes, girl. You may say 'Miss' when you address me."

Arin nodded and went on, "And please continue acting dominant, Miss, if you are able. I think you said something about wanting your turn. Does that mean..." her voice trailed off. Again, Arin became tongue tied.

Molly answered her unfinished question, "Yes, it means I want you to eat my pussy until I cum, if you are OK with that."

"Yes, Miss. I would love to. But may I make a further request?"

Molly was getting more comfortable with her role of Dominant, each time Arin used 'Miss' in her speech. "Of course, girl. What is it?"

"Can you please make it a bit difficult for me, Miss? Make me work for it, somehow?"

Molly smiled at this request, and said, "Let me think a moment."

She pondered. It would be harder for her friend if she could not use her hands. "I could just tell her that, but it would be more exciting for her if she felt that restriction somehow," Molly thought. "I want her hands restrained in some manner," she mused. Molly wistfully eyed the handcuffs on display, but knew it might be dangerous to use them at the moment.

Coming to a decision, Molly asked, "Arin, do you have some string or thread handy?"

"There is thread in my bedroom, Miss."

"Go and fetch it. When you return, I will explain why I need it."

Arin, packaged in that sheer, clinging garment, presented a gorgeous image of wanton womanhood as she stood and strode from the room. Molly watched her go, admiring her almost bare back and buttocks as she walked.

Arin returned quickly, and knelt before her, handing her the spool of thread.

"Thank you. I want to restrain the use of your hands, but I do not want to use those handcuffs, for a couple of reasons: I cannot have you handcuffed all weekend, and in any case there could always be some unforeseen problem getting the keys from the lawyer. This thread will do nicely, I think," Molly stated, examining the spool in her hand.

She made Arin kneel about 10 feet away from the chair. When Arin was in position, Molly directed, "Place your hands behind your back."

Arin slowly moved her hands into this unfamiliar position. Molly proceeded to tie the thread loosely on one wrist, and then on the other, with Arin's wrists about an inch apart.

Using an even more commanding voice, she stated, "Now, girl, you will keep your hands behind your back at all times. If you break that thread, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss," Arin replied humbly, with just a trace of excitement coloring her tone of voice.

Molly removed her skirt, and placed it on the desk. Feeling very naughty, she turned her back on Arin to bend over as she scooped her panties down her thighs and legs. This gave Arin a clear view of her butt, and probably a peek at her labia, poking out between her thighs.

Turning back to face Arin, she sat on the edge of the chair with her knees only about 2-3 inches apart.

Deciding to 'up the ante' verbally, Molly called out to Arin, "Very well, slut girl. You want to eat my pussy? Come over here on your knees."

Arin shivered delightedly at hearing herself referred to as a 'slut girl' and began awkwardly shuffling forward on her knees, wrists at the small of her back.

Neither Molly nor Arin had tucked Arin's nipples back into their cups, so there was a lovely view of them bobbing side to side as Arin slowly shuffled nearer.

Arin had her eyes fixed on her goal, looking down along the gap between Molly's knees. She licked her lips subconsciously as she reached the point where her cheeks touched the insides of Molly's slightly opened knees. She expected Molly to spread her knees apart at this point, and when this did not occur, she finally looked up into Molly's face. "Maybe she wants me to beg, or something," Arin thought. "Miss, may I please eat your pussy?" she whispered.

Molly was happy to hear her friend ask such a direct question, after all her inabilities earlier to put her thoughts and needs into words. "Yes, my little slut girl. Of course you may. I can feel it starting to leak, waiting for you to fasten your lips to it. But you have to work for it to show me how much you want it. Come on! Force your mouth to my cunt!"

Arin got the idea. She shuffled forward on her knees a tiny bit, and pressed her cheeks harder against Molly's knees. Molly did not tighten her thigh muscles, nor did she loosen them. Arin found that if she pressed her head forward forcefully, the thighs parted bit by bit. She almost tugged her wrists apart as she struggled forward, but felt the threads go taut, and quickly returned her wrists to the small of her back. This reminder that she was 'restrained' thrilled her immensely.

She was perhaps halfway along Molly's thighs, their smooth hot flesh caressing her cheeks as she moved forward when she caught the first tantalizing whiff of her friend's pussy. She could tell that Molly was indeed aroused. The dewy drop of fluid peeking out between Molly's now puffy labia was evidence enough. Arin pressed forward even more quickly, wanting to catch that glistening pearl before it had a chance to drip onto the floor.

Molly giggled at Arin's eagerness. But her giggle turned into a loud gasp as Arin's warm lips closed over her pussy lips, and her tongue swiped upwards, claiming the cunt juice.

Arin kept her lips against Molly's pussy as she withdrew her tongue back into her mouth to savor that first taste of her friend's honey. 

Since Arin had struggled so wonderfully to claim her prize, Molly moaned softly as she opened her thighs more fully, offering Arin better access. From her vantage point, she could look down Arin's back, and see the thread holding her wrists behind her. It would still be a challenge for Arin to use only her mouth and tongue in her efforts to give her 'Miss' an orgasm like this.

Swallowing that first sample of Molly's cunt juice, Arin was eager for more. The closed labia offered little resistance to her probing tongue. It plowed them apart, whereupon the opening between them disgorged a flow that had Arin drinking fast in an effort to not spill any. Once the initial rush of fluid had been brought under control, Arin's tongue drilled deeply into Molly's vaginal tunnel, seeking more.

Molly began moaning louder, and alternated between looking down to watch Arin submissively eating her cunt and throwing her head backward in pleasure as Arin's tongue flicked across her specially sensitive spots. She resisted grabbing Arin's head, or even grinding her pussy against Arin's face, wanting to let her friend do all the work, as she had requested.

As her tongue explored Molly's intimate recesses, Arin was also moving her lips sensuously up and down, which caused her upper lip to rub along Molly's fully erect clit. When she added a gentle suction to her efforts, she heard Molly groan with joy.

Feeling her orgasm growing, Molly placed both of her own hands up on either side of her head to grasp the back of the chair behind her. Keeping both of her thighs wide open, Molly cried out, "Yes! Yes! Just like that! Don't stop!" and began making a strange keening sound. Braced as she was against the chair, Molly strained to keep her cunt in position against Arin's mouth as she began cumming.

The tip of Arin's tongue lost contact with the deepest part of Molly's vagina as it expanded during her orgasm, forming the pocket that would normally act as a receptacle for a load of semen. But the sides of her tongue felt the telltale rippling of the internal muscles, signaling the onset of Molly's orgasmic release. Arin intensified the movements of her lips and tongue, and sucked harder, determined to drink every precious drop that Molly was pumping into her mouth, pressing her mouth firmly against that fragrant, squirming cunt. This is when the thread between her wrists snapped! Arin never knew if she did that accidentally, or if her subconscious mind caused her to do it deliberately. Her hands came up and pressed against Molly's inner thighs, holding her open as she continued to feast.

With Arin holding her thighs open, Molly gave into her release fully, allowing her hips to shake uncontrollably. If she had not been grasping the chair back firmly, she might have bounced off the chair with the intensity of the sensations. Gradually, the orgasm passed, leaving her sucking huge quantities of air into her lungs as she sweated and shuddered. Arin was busy licking and cleaning her cunt and thighs. 

When they both had calmed down from this virginal experience together, Molly looked down at the girl kneeling between her legs and smiled.

Arin looked up at Molly with a twinkle in her eye. "Miss, I broke the thread. Please punish me."

At first, Molly was amused at Arin's statement, because she had been only jesting about punishment for breaking the thread. But she heard the earnestness in Arin's voice, and realized her friend really wanted some sort of punishment. Thinking quickly, or as quickly as she could while still experiencing the after quivers from cumming, Molly decided to have some fun with her girl.

Trying to speak as sternly as possible, she agreed, "That's right. You did not obey and deserve a punishment. Go kneel in the center of the room, and be quick about it!"

Arin scooted to where she was told to go.

Molly got up from the chair, momentarily holding the back of it, her legs still shaky from her orgasm. She went over to one of the armoires. Standing sideways to Arin, not looking her in the eyes, since that might telegraph the fact that she was joking, she selected a large bullwhip, uncoiled it, and ran it through her fingers, as if considering it.

She had to stop herself from grinning as she heard an audible gasp of dismay from Arin. She spoke aloud, "Too bad there's not enough space in the room to swing this properly." She coiled it back up and placed it back into its position.

She next selected a wicked looking flogger, swishing it back and forth through the air, making its strands whistle. "No, this will not do at all," she muttered, and replaced it.

Picking up a strange leather strap which ended in two tongues, she swung it back and forth, even swatting it onto the bare flesh of her forearm with a controlled strike. Firming the control of her facial expressions, she looked at Arin and stated, "It feels like this would sting a bit." She was rewarded with the sight of Arin's eyes widening in shock. But she put this strap back as well.

Molly decided she had toyed with Arin psychologically enough, but made a mental note that such mental play was quite as satisfying as physically dominating her friend. She was slowly learning the concept of the possibilities of being a Dominant.

"I have decided on your punishment, you slut," she intoned. She returned to the chair and sat on its edge. Still naked from her waist down, she pointed to her uncovered thighs and commanded, "Come over here and get across my knees. You need a good spanking."

"Yes Miss," Arin sighed. Molly was pleased to see the look of relief on Arin's face as she crawled over for her punishment. The girl carefully positioned herself crosswise over Molly's thighs, both of them being certain that the padlock did not dig into Molly's bare thigh flesh by lowering it into the slight space between them.

Molly intended for the spanking to be a playful one, and it did start out that way. But as Molly's palm made contact with the warm smooth flesh of Arin's exposed ass cheeks, and Arin began breathing harder and wriggling delightedly, things changed. Molly got caught up in and entranced by Arin's reactions. The interactions of the emotions of the two women fed on themselves in a cyclic fashion, and Molly proceeded to give her friend the most erotic spanking the girl had ever received.

She sometimes slapped hard enough to make Arin 'yip' in surprise. At other times she merely patted her ass. She occasionally stroked the smooth warm skin, which was reddening slowly, getting moans from Arin as she did this. She often leaned over to kiss Arin's ass cheeks, making her gasp and shake.

Arin began squirming, pleading, "Please slap me a bit harder, Miss." Slap! "Just a bit harder, Miss, please!" Slap! "Oh! I love this! Please don't stop, Miss!" Slap!

Molly felt a trickle on her thigh - Arin was lubricating so much by this point that her juices were leaking through the chastity belt mesh. Shocked, she realized her friend was close to cumming - from a spanking!

At this point Molly kept the intensity and the rhythm that Arin seemed to need. She felt her friend clutching at her ankles as she strained toward her release. "OMG! I'm cumming!" Arin howled, and began to spasm. Molly held her tightly on her lap as Arin thrashed and jerked, enjoying the satisfaction of seeing and feeling her friend's joyous release. 

Thus began a weekend of exploration and experimentation. Glad that her job allowed her to work from wherever she was, Molly took a brief trip home to fetch some clothes and toiletries for a more extended stay at Arin's house. Impishly, she made Arin accompany her on this outing, but allowed her to clothe herself in her full length overcoat to hide her scandalous outfit during the trip. 

Back at Arin's, they used the internet to research the concepts of a D/s relationship. Together, the two friends discussed candidly their reactions and emotions as they interacted in some mild roleplays. When Arin had to urinate, Molly followed her into the bathroom to watch how this could be done while wearing the chastity belt. She told Arin, "Sit with your thighs wide apart, and let me see." 

Much to Arin's surprise and chagrin, as the yellow fluid began pouring out of the mesh, Molly stuck her hand into the stream to feel its warm flow. Seeing Arin's expression, she explained, "Urine is a sterile fluid, as long as you don't have a urinary tract infection. There is nothing to fear by touching it." Arin felt a curious blend of mortification and excitement, watching Molly play with her urine like this. Molly even helped her rinse off the mesh and dry it with a towel.

Later, Arin opened up enough verbally to explain to Molly, "I really love how you help me try things that I secretly want to do, but lack the courage to try on my own. I need you to... I want you to..." At this point she stammered a bit, blushing fiercely, but continued, "I want you to make me into a slut. Really! I know now that I enjoy being used sexually - especially by you. And the concept of being humiliated seems to turn some sort of pleasure switch on inside me. Please, Miss. Turn me into a slut. Find ways to humiliate me, too - I beg you. I would really like to investigate further what this does to me."

Molly considered this for quite a while, wondering if she was up to that task. Ultimately she replied, "As long as we keep clear the fact that you have a safeword, and are willing to use it if you feel I am going too far, or too fast. You know this is all new to me, as well. I don't want things getting out of hand. I care for you too much to allow that."

"I trust you, Miss," Arin affirmed. "This feels right to me."

There were several things that they confessed they would like to do with each other, but were hampered by Arin's locked garment. By late Sunday night, it was agreed that Molly would be Arin's Domme, with both of them able to cease the relationship at will, if that time ever came about. The next morning, Molly would be going to see the lawyer to obtain the keys, a task that held some trepidation for her. After all, the lawyer might have some curiosity about this strange demand from Arin's aunt that someone other than Arin had to retrieve the keys. Molly was trying hard to keep her nervousness at bay, fearing she might blush and stammer during the upcoming meeting with the lawyer. Late that night, the two friends climbed into bed together, Molly spooning along the back of her girl. Cuddling with Arin finally calmed Molly, and they both slipped into a peaceful sleep. 

(to be continued)



Arin's Inheritance Pt. 04



(continued from part 3)

On Monday morning, Arin awoke, still in Molly's arms, gently entangled herself from the embrace, and arose from the bed. Lighthearted, she romped to the kitchen, and prepared them both a lovely breakfast. If all went well, she would be out of this clinging garment, perhaps as early as lunchtime. As enticing as she might look dressed in this, she was becoming aware that her body was starting to signal aromatically that she should bathe soon.

Molly came into the kitchen, yawning and stretching, and wearing one of Arin's fluffy white robes. From the flashes of skin that peaked though its openings, it looked as if she was wearing nothing else under it. Arin tried not to stare (unsuccessfully) and tried not to drool (successfully), as she served Molly.

After their meal was finished, Molly showered and dressed. She picked out a dark black blouse and wore it under a light gray business suit. A simple gold necklace and sensible black flats completed the outfit. Still uneasy about her mission, she hoped her clothing would project a business like aura. Giving Arin a chaste kiss, she murmured, "Wish me luck," and climbed into her car. Waving goodbye, Molly drove off for her appointment at the lawyer's office. 

After a while, she pulled into a parking lot near a small office building in what passed for the downtown area of this town. Entering the building, she checked the directory. The office she was looking for was on the third floor, the top one for this building. Riding up the elevator, she tried to keep the butterflies that were flapping inside her stomach under control.

The office was not difficult to find. Flipping back her hair and smoothing down her jacket, she gathered her courage and opened the door. Inside, she found no one present but a friendly receptionist, a petite woman with green eyes and long blonde hair. As the woman greeted her, Molly observed that the woman's hair tumbled down over the bright red front buttoned blouse that she was wearing. The rest of her was hidden behind the desk at which she sat.

"Good morning Madam. May I help you?" the receptionist inquired.

"Yes, thank you. My name is Molly Storms."

"Oh yes, Miss Storms. My name is Alice. We have been expecting you. Miss Wallace told me to send you in the moment you arrived. This way please."

Alice arose from her desk, revealing a lovely white skirt that reached to her knees, and ushered Molly into the lawyer's inner sanctum. "Miss Storms is here, Miss Wallace." After this brief announcement, Alice left the room, closing the door behind her.

Molly noticed that the room was lined with bookshelves of bound volumes, probably books about the law. The sight was formal, and a bit intimidating. The lawyer got up from her desk, coming around with her hand outstretched in greeting. Her feet made no sound as she walked across the thick beige carpeting.

"Welcome, Miss Storms," the lawyer said in a dulcet tone of voice. 

"Please, call me Molly," Molly told the lawyer as she accepted her warm handshake.

The lawyer replied, "OK Molly, as long as you call me Jessica. Arin called, and said that you were on your way here." She smiled brightly and took Molly's hand in both of hers as she said this, and held the contact longer than might be expected in this formal setting.

This gave Molly a chance to look more closely at the woman before her. She took in the woman's shining auburn hair that was long enough to caress the white, silken blouse where it covered her shoulders. The blouse seemed to be translucent, giving a hint of a white lacy bra beneath it. Molly's eyes traveled down Jessica's lush figure, beautifully encased in that white blouse, and along the black skirt that almost reached her knees. She was wearing black pumps that gleamed in the well lit room. Casting her gaze back up into the lawyer's face, Molly observed her generous lips, curved in a bedazzling smile, and her attractive nose. But what drew her attention the most was Jessica's eyes - a deep shade of brown, twinkling with intelligence.

Molly realized that she was staring, and that Jessica was aware of it. Blushing a shade of pink, Molly withdrew her hand, saying, "Sorry."

Jessica laughed. "That's quite all right. I will confess that I was looking you over at the same time. I'm aware that you are here to collect the keys that Arin's aunt left her. Alice knows not to disturb us, but I'll ensure our security during this transfer. Please, have a seat."

As Molly sat comfortably in one of the brown plush chairs set out for clients, Jessica went first to the door through which Molly had entered the office, and locked it. She next walked over to a large wall safe, spun its dial carefully, and worked the lever to open it. She pulled out a small satchel, and relocked the safe.

Standing there, holding the satchel, she turned to face Molly. Molly heard something different in Jessica's voice as the lawyer said to her, "Here are the special keys that Arin's aunt willed to her." There was a curious catch in her voice as she went on to say, "Arin told me over the phone that you had agreed to be her Domme. Is this true?"

This statement and question shocked Molly. Slowly gathering her wits, she exclaimed, "Arin told you that?"

Jessica smiled and nodded, "Yes she did. And please don't worry. I was well aware of Arin's aunt's kinkiness. This is why she trusted me with these keys, and gave Arin those special instructions about how someone else had to obtain them for her. So please tell me, have you agreed to be Arin's Domme?"

As the shock ebbed somewhat, Molly thought to herself, "Arin and I better have a little talk about confidentiality. I certainly don't want her telling the whole world about our new relationship." Well aware that a flush of hot blood was coloring her face crimson, Molly finally found the courage to tell this relative stranger, "Yes, I have."

Jessica's smile broadened as she stated, "I am so glad and relieved to hear that." After making this declaration, she walked directly in front of the chair in which Molly sat. To Molly's utter astonishment, Jessica gracefully sank to her knees on the carpeting.

She held the satchel cupped in both of her hands and raised it up in offering to Molly. Holding it there, she lowered her eyes and tilted her face slightly downward, saying, "These are yours, Miss. Please know that I was one of Arin's aunt's submissives. I miss her greatly. It's thrilling that you are taking over for her. Arin gave me a glowing report of your manner and sensibility, highly recommending you."

Taking the satchel from Jessica's hands, Molly was dazed by this new development. It rendered her speechless, so she sat there quietly as Jessica lowered her face all the way to the floor, and pressed her soft lips against Molly's ankles. From this position of submission, Jessica spoke, "I hope that you will consider me worthy to be your submissive, along with Arin. If you need me for anything, please know that I am available, Miss." Completing this declaration, she rose back up to her kneeling position, and moved her hands to her thighs, resting them there, palms up.

Laughing nervously, Molly blurted, "You're joking, right? You can't be serious."

Jessica was unfazed by Molly's outburst. "I assure you, Miss. I am very serious."

After several minutes of discussion, Molly finally came to believe Jessica's proposal was genuine, causing her to think frantically. The main thought that resonated in her mind was, "Do all Dominants run into this? Submissives throwing themselves at their feet, unbidden?"

As the seconds of silence dragged into minutes, Jessica's cheeks reddened slightly and her body began a subtle quivering. Almost whispering, she asked with a trembling voice, "Am I not pleasing to you, Miss? Have I been too forward?"

Molly moistened her mouth, and finally found her voice. "No, Jessica. You just caught me by surprise. I hope you understand that this idea of being a Dominant is rather new to me. I'm getting used to the idea, and I do find, at least with Arin, that being in control of her touches something deep inside me. Something wonderful."

Jessica waited patiently until Molly appeared to be finished speaking. She then said in a very manner of fact tone, "Perhaps you would like to inspect my body, Miss? That might help you decide."

Molly felt this encounter was going from bizarre to surreal. Trying desperately to make sense of the situation, she asked, "Inspect your body? You mean tell you to strip naked for inspection? Right here, in your office?"

"Yes Miss, if that would please you. We will not be disturbed. Alice and I suspected that you might wish to do this."

By now, Molly was incredulous. "Alice? You mean that she is also part of this?"

"Yes Miss, she was also one of the aunt's playmates. She's not in here with us right now, because we did not want to overwhelm you with all this information."

Molly took several slow, deep breaths, digesting what she had heard. In a strange way, this all made sense, since Arin's aunt would certainly be able to entrust her keys to a lawyer who was also her submissive, along with precise instructions about how they were to be handled. Molly was slowly getting accustomed to this new turn of events. Nevertheless, her heart was pounding fiercely as she gave her first command to Jessica, wondering how she would react. "Stand up, girl. Let me see you."

Molly was gratified to see that without a word, Jessica rose from her knees and, keeping her eyes and face lowered, raised her arms above her head with her wrists crossed. Holding that pose, she turned in a slow 360° circle.

Getting a tiny bit bolder, Molly said, "Very lovely. Lower your arms and look at me."

Jessica obeyed.

.

Molly continued, "You have such lovely eyes. Only lower them if I tell you to, otherwise look directly at me."

"Yes Miss," Jessica acknowledged quietly.

Molly could barely breathe as she issued her next command. "Keep your eyes looking at my face, and strip completely for me, girl." Her heart seemed to be trying to jump up into her throat as she waited to see if this woman would really obey such a command.

Jessica did not appear to be dismayed in the slightest. In fact, she seemed elated as her hands began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Molly watched, enraptured, as Jessica performed her slow striptease. Never taking her eyes from Molly's face, Jessica lifted the lower edge of her blouse out of her skirt and slipped the blouse off of her shoulders, and placed it blindly on the desk behind her. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra, and that white wisp of lace soon joined the blouse on her desk.

Molly admired Jessica's luscious breasts with their darker areolae, crinkled with excitement. Her hardened nipples stood out from those areolae like erasers on brand-new pencils.

Bathing in Molly's admiration, Jessica grinned as she unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt to let it fall pooling around her feet. Molly could now tell that Jessica's stockings were pull ups. She amended her original command, saying,"You may leave your stockings and shoes on, girl."

"Thank you, Miss." So saying, Jessica daintily took hold of her panties, and lowered them carefully down to her ankles, slowly squatting to do so and still maintain eye contact with Molly, as she had been commanded. Straightening back up, she carefully stepped out of the panties and now stood naked in her stockings and pumps. Perhaps instinctively acting as she had many times for Arin's aunt, she placed her hands behind her head, and stood with her feet slightly more than shoulder width apart, ready to be inspected.

Starting to feel giddy from the power, Molly considered calling Alice in to inspect her as well. Her common sense won out as she decided that would be too much to handle at this point. She occupied herself with closely studying Jessica as she posed before her. She was hesitant to touch the beautiful flesh on display, even though Jessica seemed quite compliant for her to do so. She did, however, treat herself to a very close look at Jessica's labia, marveling at how smooth those hairless lips appeared.

As Molly gazed at her, Jessica could not keep the twinkle out of her eyes as she inquired, "If I may ask, Miss, is there any urgency for obtaining these keys?"

"Well, yes. Arin accidentally locked herself into a strange form-fitting leather garment with rubber leggings and a built in chastity belt."

Jessica's face took on a knowing expression. "Oh yes." She blushed delicately, which looked absolutely ravishing on her naked body. "I have worn that myself, two times as I recall. Those took place during my vacations. Obviously I could not wear it around my office. "

"Arin has had it on all weekend, and to be honest, she has not been able to bathe for all that time. That fact is becoming pungently evident."

"The garment is fully washable, Miss. The leather has been carefully waterproofed."

"I'm glad to hear it." Molly eyed Jessica's lush body. "I wonder how you would look, encased in it?" she mused mischievously.

Jessica's blush deepened. "I will do whatever you wish, Miss, subject to my hard limits. Speaking of which, may I give you something?"

"Of course."

Jessica went to her desk and unlocked a drawer. She drew out a sheet of paper.

The title read 'Hard Limits' with no name mentioned, keeping it anonymous. Molly began reading the list. Some of the things were known to her: blood, cutting, scat, whipping. Gradually her eyes widened as she read some of the other terms: asphyxiation, breath control, fire play, needles. Her education in D/s and BDSM was obviously lacking. Gratefully, she was certain that Jessica would explain these items clearly for her benefit.

"Thanks for this list, Jessica. I can see that Arin needs to draw up something similar, although some of the terms on here I doubt that either of us would know enough about to either add or omit them. Please call Alice in here for a moment."

"Yes, Miss."

Jessica went to the door and unlocked it. Carefully keeping her nude body out of sight behind the door as she opened it, she called out, "Alice, please come in, and bring your notepad."

Seeing Molly's quizzical look, she whispered, "It sounds like a plausible reason to ask her to join us," and grinned conspiratorially. 

Alice slipped in through the door opening, and Jessica closed and locked it behind her. If Alice was surprised to see Jessica naked, she hid that fact well. 

"Miss Molly has agreed to become Arin's Domme, and she is deciding if she will take on some of Arin's aunt's other subbes. She's new to this life, but seems to be getting a good grasp in a short period of time. I've already taken a liking to her, and have offered her my services," Jessica informed Alice.

Alice's smile intensified an order of magnitude. Her green eyes shone with anticipation. Turning her whole body to face Molly, she carefully lowered herself to her knees and spoke, "I know that Jessica is a good judge of character. Therefore, I also would be pleased to submit to you, Miss. I'm willing to serve you, and to help you in your development, if you find me worthy."

Molly was both touched and shaken by such a prompt declaration from this woman she did not know. This life of being a Dominant would take some getting used to, she was finding.

The silence lasted a minute or two as Molly gathered her thoughts. Finally she spoke. "Well, girl, since you are already kneeling at my feet, you may remove my shoe, and kiss my foot." So saying, she held out her right foot to Alice.

"Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss," she responded quickly. She carefully slipped off Molly's shoe and kissed her foot. Molly expected her to give the foot a quick peck. Instead, Alice lowered her lips to the foot's instep, and softened them as she planted a long, delightfully fervent kiss of submission. Molly's heart thumped hard in her chest as the kiss deepened. Catching her breath, she leaned over and gently caressed Alice's blond hair saying, "Thank you, girl. That was marvelous."

At this statement, Alice broke the kiss and whispered, "Shall I replace your shoe now, Miss?"

"Yes, Alice. Please do."

The kneeling woman assisted Molly in getting her foot back into the shoe, and remained as she was, as if awaiting Molly's next command.

"You both have no trouble interacting with each other, I take it?" Molly inquired.

They both spoke almost simultaneously, "No, Miss." "Not at all, Miss." Jessica continued with a clarifying statement, "Alice and I are bisexual, Miss. And her hard limits are identical to mine. So if you command us to do things with each other, we would freely comply."

"I would enjoy seeing that, but I am running out of time at the moment. I am sure Arin is anxiously awaiting my return," Molly explained.

Jessica smiled, clearly thinking of the image of Arin, locked into that garment.

Now heady with a feeling of power, Molly wanted to at least test the two of them a bit. But still feeling shy about this situation, she said a bit tentatively, "Alice, stand up, go over to Jessica, kneel in front of her, and kiss and lick her tummy."

As Alice approached Jessica, Molly had a sudden impulse. Acting on it, she went behind Jessica, and grasped her wrists, pulling them behind her back, and holding them there firmly.

Jessica looked over her shoulder and whispered, "You have wonderful instincts, Miss."

"About what? Having her lick you, or restraining your wrists as she does?"

"Both, Miss," she purred.

Molly looked around the curve of Jessica's torso, and watched Alice's pink tongue lapping the smooth flesh. Alice seemed to be enjoying herself, judging from the twinkle in her eyes as she licked.

"Lick lower now, Alice. Lick her mound," Molly instructed. 

Jessica shuddered gently as Alice's tongue washed over her smooth mound. Molly had originally planned to stop Alice at this point. The fact that they enjoyed interacting had been well proven. But Molly herself was getting turned on by watching this exhibition. Barely realizing what she was saying, she choked out, "Lower still, Alice. Lick and eat her cunt."

"Gladly, Miss," Alice muttered with her mouth almost completely pressed against Jessica's mound. She lowered her face even farther. Jessica's gasp mingled with the slurping sounds that Alice was now making at her shaven pussy. Jessica started wriggling, and Molly tightened her grip on the woman's wrists.

"Open your thighs wider, Jessica. And then hold still," she told the woman, as she wrapped her free arm around Jessica's waist to pin her into position. Being pressed against the hot skin along Jessica's back was adding to both her own arousal, and that of the woman she embraced. The tantalizing scent Alice was digging out of Jessica's cunt filled the air around the trio.

Either Alice was highly skilled at cunnilingus, or Jessica was extremely aroused at being naked and embraced by Molly, or both - very probably both. Whatever the reason, within a few minutes Jessica moaned, "Oh, fuck - I'm cumming!" 

Molly had to hold on tight as the woman began shaking and quivering. Alice had to suck and swallow fast to prevent Jessica's juices from spilling down her body and onto the carpet. Molly had to brace Jessica up as the lawyer's legs went weak from the force of her orgasm. As the orgasm subsided, and they were catching their breath, they made an interesting tableau - Molly holding Jessica from behind, as Alice knelt with her arms wrapped around Jessica's legs, and rested her head against the woman's thigh.

After they had a chance to calm down, Molly released Jessica's wrists, telling her, "Get dressed now, girl."

As Jessica complied, Molly turned to Alice, saying, "Stand up, Alice. Place your feet shoulder width apart, and your hands behind your head. I want to check something." More than once, Molly's strong sense of curiosity had gotten her into trouble in life. Nevertheless, she continued indulging her curiosity whenever it arose.




Arin's Inheritance Pt. 04



Alice stood up quickly and posed as she had been instructed. Molly leaned down and grasped the hem of Alice's white skirt at both sides of her knees. Watching the woman's expression, Molly slowly raised the hem higher and higher. It slid up Alice's thighs exposing them more and more. Alice blushed slightly, but made no complaint. With the skirt hem now gathered above Alice's waist, Molly bent down to look at the woman's panties. They were indeed soaked.

"Hold your skirt hem where it is now, Alice," Molly commanded. 

The woman took hold of her skirt, freeing Molly's hands. Molly hooked one finger into the sodden crotch of Alice's panties and pulled it carefully to one side. Alice's labia were covered with a wet patch of short golden hair. Ignoring any impulse of self censorship, Molly sank a finger of her other hand deep into Alice's vaginal tunnel, and swirled it through the fluids inside the tight, hot space. 

Alice's groan of pleasure turned into a sound of dismay as Molly withdrew the finger after a brief period of time. Molly tentatively licked her finger, tasting Alice's essence. Smiling into Alice's face, she then sucked her finger clean, letting Alice watch.

Stepping back away, Molly said, "Jessica, stand alongside Alice, facing me." She was pleased to see that not only did Jessica move into position quickly, but also that Alice made no move to straighten her panties or lower her skirt hem.

Eyeing them both, she inquired, "Do the two of you think you can put up with my lack of experience in these matters? I'm bound to make mistakes, you know."

Jessica answered first, "Yes Miss. We were all new at this at once time."

Alice chimed in, "And I know that we'll both be happy to aid you subtly, if you need help or advice. Being a Dominant can be hard work at times, we've been told."

"Well, you are both lovely and nice, and have pleased me immensely. I'll study this list of hard limits. I may be calling for explanations of a few things, if I cannot find them on the Internet. When are you available for... for... what shall we call it? Playtime?"

"Most evenings and weekends, Miss. Please give us a call. I gave Arin the relevant phone numbers, just in case," Jessica answered. Alice nodded in agreement. 

Molly picked up the satchel. "Very well, you'll probably hear from Arin and myself once I really feel like I've gotten the hang of this," she said with a grin. "I must get these keys to Arin now." She walked to the office door. Reaching it and unlocking it, she turned to the women and added, "By the way, I believe in fairness. After I leave, lock this door behind me. Do not open it until you, Jessica, have eaten Alice's pussy and made her cum, too."

Alice's smile turned into a bright, happy beaming. Jessica tried to keep a straight face as she acknowledged, "As you command, Miss," but spoiled the somber attempt with a fit of merry giggling. 

On her drive back to Arin's house, Molly was turning all this over in her mind, wondering, "What am I getting myself into? Can I really deal with all this?" As the wind whipping through the open windows of the car ruffled her black hair into a delightful dance, she concluded, "Only time will tell."

(to be continued)



Arin's Inheritance Pt. 05



(continued from part 4)

Arin was relieved to hear Molly's car coming up the driveway. She opened the front door and stood framed in it as Molly got out of her car carrying the satchel that the lawyer had given her.

As Molly reached her, Arin said, "Welcome back Miss. Were you successful? Did everything go OK?"

In answer, Molly held up the satchel, saying, "Yes, it went fine. Here are the keys. Let's head up to the bathroom and get you out of that suit and into the shower."

Arin felt excitement blended with embarrassment: excitement that she'd finally be free of this clinging, enclosing garment, and embarrassment at how pungent her body had become. She followed Molly as they began climbing the stairs.

Reaching the bathroom, Molly opened the satchel to reveal its treasure trove of keys. "Wow! I would never have guessed there are so many. Have you seen this many locks around the house, Arin?"

"Not exactly, Miss. I only entered the attic for the first time yesterday. I have been too scared to go down into the basement by myself. There is one out building that has a lock on it. I have not tried to get into it, figuring sooner or later I'd find the key for it. I think some of the chests and armoires in the attic have locks on them, but they were left open as we saw."

Molly lifted the lock on Arin's belt, and started fumbling through the array of keys, trying to find the one that matched this lock. After several attempts, a key slipped easily into its opening, but refused to turn. Methodically, Molly set that key aside and continued her search. A few keys later, another key went into the lock. Molly turned her wrist. The key turned and the lock snapped open with a quiet snick sound. 

Both women released a sigh of relief. Molly freed the shackle of the lock from the staple, and opened the hasp. Taking hold of the strap that passed behind Arin's neck, she whispered, "Duck your head, Arin." As her friend complied, Molly pulled the strap up over Arin's bent head, forward and then downward, freeing her upper torso. "OK Arin. Peel yourself the rest of the way out of that thing."

Arin took hold of the upper edges of the garment and began pushing downward, slowly wriggling herself free. Molly turned on the shower, and began adjusting the water temperature to a soothing warmth. She herself was undressed before Arin was, and stood watching her friend's antics as she awkwardly peeled the clinging rubber off of her legs. Arin's breasts wobbled in all directions as she struggled. The muscles in her buttocks flexed and relaxed as she pushed downward, presenting a quite erotic display.

Molly stepped into the steamy embrace of the cascade of shower water and told Arin, "Come and join me."

Arin, finally gratefully naked, quickly complied. Molly was amused to hear Arin exclaim, "This feels so good!" as the water began washing away the grime from her skin. By tacit agreement they began soaping each other, running gentle hands over receptive skin. The soaping they gave one another was great fun. They took their time exploring one another tactilely during these ministrations. Each let the other touch wherever she wished with no censure. Explorations became caresses. Caresses became desire.

Squeaky clean, they stop showering and began drying each other with fluffy towels. Desire intensified. Too impatient to fully dry their hair, they towel-dried it as best they could. Molly looked into Arin's eyes, carefully evaluating her reaction to what she stated next. "I really want to take you to bed and make love with you, Arin."

Arin's eyes glistened as she replied, "Oh Molly. I want that so much! You have no idea how much!" Her hands unconsciously stroked her now liberated pussy as she spoke.

Reassured, Molly took Arin's hand and led her into the bedroom. Climbing into the bed, they pressed against one another, kissing and reveling in the warm skin to skin contact. This delicious kissing and rubbing in each other's embrace stoked the fires of their mutual passion.

Taking charge, Molly kissed her way down Arin's torso, letting her lips sample these regions that had been covered by the garment. Exploring the flavors of Arin's belly, Molly looked up past her ample breasts and into her face. "You taste delicious, Arin," she whispered. As Arin's lips curved into a serene smile, Molly added, "I bet you taste even better, the farther down I go," and was rewarded with a lovely flush spreading across Arin's cheeks.

True to her intention, Molly kissed and licked her way down over Arin's mound and into the shaved curves of her labia. "I must ask her how she keeps these so smooth," she mentally noted. 

Her progress was interrupted as she heard Arin say, "Miss?"

Resting her cheek against Arin's warm thigh, Molly replied, "Yes, my dear slut girl. What is it?"

Arin made some sounds of indecision, considering how to ask for what she wanted. She finally choked out, "May I taste you as you taste me, Miss?"

Molly laughed delightedly. "Of course. That would seem to be a fair thing to do." So saying, she twisted herself around, straddling Arin's torso, and carefully lowered her own cunt over Arin's face. Her flesh tingled as she felt her friend's hands at her pussy lips, opening them. Moments later, Arin's tongue slathered its way along Molly's wet furrow. Groaning, Molly drew her legs tighter against Arin's torso, embracing her with them.

Caught up in those sensations, Molly almost forgot Arin had asked for a simultaneous tasting. Almost, but not completely. Dipping her head down, rather than opening Arin with her fingers, she let her tongue accomplish this. She slipped the tip of her tongue into the top of Arin's slit, and let it travel deeper as she stroked it downward the full length of her friend's cunt opening. Arin's resultant moan vibrated some of Molly's sensitive tissues, since the moan issued from a mouth clamped over her pussy.

Arin started eating Molly's cunt so vigorously that Molly was having trouble concentrating on reciprocating. Now being able to get a good look at Arin's formerly caged sex, Molly decided to open Arin's pussy lips with her fingers and visually feast on the sight of Arin's glistening inner tissues. Visually feast, that is, whenever she could keep her eyes open – Arin often caused such feelings of ecstasy that Molly closed her eyes to savor such moments. When her eyes were open, she noticed that her friend's cunt did resemble an exotic flower. Its petals engorged and puffed open, its clit stood up like a tiny stamen, the delicate tissues surrounding her urethral opening raised up into an inviting little bump, and the deep well at the center of the flower began oozing its fragrant nectar.

Arin offered no complaint at merely being held open, so focused was she on her feast. Her hands had come up and around to grasp Molly's ass cheeks, pulling her pelvis downward so she could drill her tongue deep into her friend's vaginal tunnel. Her lips now sealed the opening fully as she sucked the juices being produced by the drilling action of her busy tongue. She felt Molly stiffen suddenly, and start to shake.

"Oh fuck, Arin! I'm going to cum! Don't stop!" Molly cried, pressing herself down firmly on Arin's torso.

Arin did not stop.

Molly shrieked joyfully as her orgasm exploded in her core. Her cunt churned and spewed, drenching Arin's face as the bucking of her hips made it impossible for Arin's lips to maintain their seal over the opening.

Arin licked gently now, cleaning the region around Molly's cunt. But her licking got very intermittent as Molly caught her breath and became active at Arin's pussy once again. She started by licking down one side of Arin's now fully erect clit, teasing it. Then the other side. Then swirled her tongue around and around its area, not quite touching it. 

Arin endured this 'torture' for a while, and finally mumbled up into Molly's cunt, "Please!"

Molly smiled, and engulfed the clit with her warm lips, sucking and bobbing her head. The clit was, of course, much much smaller than a cock. But Molly endeavored to give her friend a sort of 'blow job' which she gauged to be quite effective, given the way Arin began verbalizing, "OMG! Oh shit! How are you doing that?" mixed with many inarticulate sounds of pleasure. 

Since Arin was obviously happy with what was being done to her, Molly continued sucking her clit, and pumping it in and out of her lips. But she also inserted two fingers deep into Arin's pussy, and began moving them around. The inside of Arin's cunt felt like warm, creamy butter. Molly explored all of its turbulent walls, finding that Arin articulated louder when the fingers stroked her front wall, right beneath her clit. Pressing there also drove Arin's clit up farther into Molly's mouth.

Knowing that Arin was almost reaching her peak, Molly slipped one well-lubricated finger out of her cunt, and rubbed its sticky wetness over the tiny raised bump surrounding Arin's pee hole. This sent Arin over the top! She screamed gloriously, and shook underneath Molly like a miniature earthquake. Not wanting to release Arin's clit until her orgasm ran its course, Molly kept her lips in place, but cupped her hand over Arin's cunt, trying to capture the juices gushing from it as Arin's muscles contracted violently.

As Arin quieted, Molly drank from the cup her hand formed at her friend's pussy, then licked her hand and Arin's labia as clean as possible. Completing this as best she could, she reversed her position, to lie atop her friend, face to face, naked body to naked body. Embracing her, she kissed her sweetly as they each thanked the other for such lovely releases.

Molly rolled them both onto their sides, arms and legs still entwined, and they rested, drifted, dozed for an indeterminate period of time. Ultimately, Arin murmured with closed eyes, "I'm rather glad to be out of that suit, and fully available to you now, Miss."

That reminded Molly of what the lawyer has said about the suit. Murmuring back to Arin, she informed her, "Oh, by the way, the lawyer, whose name is Jessica Wallace, told me that that suit is fully washable. So you don't have to worry about how to clean it."

That triggered a further train of thought. Molly intoned, "Now, slut, I have a bone to pick with you."

Hearing these words, Arin became more alert.

"Why did you reveal our relationship to the lawyer?" Molly asked calmly.

Arin replied with a quavering voice, "Jessica already knew about my aunt. She flat out asked me if I had found a Domme yet! Since she knew what was going on, I thought it would be OK to tell her about you. I did praise you, Miss," Arin finished defensively.

Molly thought about that before replying, "OK, I guess it was reasonable in that instance, but please tell no one else unless you discuss it with me first. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss," Arin confirmed. 

"What does Jessica look like?" Arin inquired, after a short pause.

"She has amazing brown eyes," Molly described the uppermost thing in her mind. "They are about the same color as yours. Her hair also falls to her shoulders, like yours does, but instead of your dark brown, hers is auburn. She is lovely, and about your height and build. Oh yes, her pussy is also fully shaved, like yours."

Arin's eyes bulged slightly. "Her pussy!? How would you know its shaven?"

Molly chortled at Arin's astonished expression. "She stripped for me. Completely. There in her office. And also asked to be my submissive." Molly considered for a brief time, than asked, "If she did, would that bother you, Arin?"

Arin did not have to ponder this very long. "If she's cute, and willing to play with us, I think having a 'sister' might be great. I'd be happy to meet her, and give it a try."

Molly waited a few moments, and then said with a grin, "Alice, on the other hand, has a soft golden fur covering her pussy."

Arin's eyes bulged out even more. "Alice? There's another one?"

"Yes, Alice is Jessica's receptionist. They were both submissives to your aunt, who was quite active it appears."

"It certainly sounds like she was," Arin replied distractedly, trying to absorb this new information. She finally blurted out, "What does Alice look like?" 

"She's cute, rather petite, with long blond hair that reaches about mid-back, " Molly related. "Her eyes are a beautiful green. I did not have time to see her fully undressed, though."

"What a pity," Arin said, rolling her eyes. This caused them both to break into giggles.

Molly playfully slapped Arin's ass, saying, "Up wench! This warm afternoon is perfect for skinny dipping."

Arin laughed, "Yes Miss. Can you please bring the keys along as we do? We will be going near that out building that is locked. It would be nice if we could see what's inside."

Molly nodded, and scooped up the satchel. Whooping with happiness, they both romped naked out of the house, into the sunshine, and across the soft grass to reach the sparkling blue pond. After a playful interlude in the cool water, swimming, splashing, and occasionally grasping each other's nude flesh, they walked over to the locked building, letting their bodies dry in the warm sun. 

It did not take Molly long to determine the proper key for this lock. It snapped open, and they pulled the large wooden double doors open on their creaking hinges. The far interior was rather gloomy, and they could not find a light switch, so they decided a deeper investigation would have to involve flashlights. But right inside the door they found a vehicle that looked like a rickshaw. It had a padded seat set above two large wooden wheels, and two long poles with support struts jutting forward and angling downward from its main body.

Molly immediately saw its potential. Turning to Arin, she commanded, "Go up to the attic, girl, and fetch one of the longer riding crops."

Arin took a second to digest this command, finally replying, "Yes Miss," as the penny dropped, and raced away.

Molly pulled the cart out of the building, and pounded the padded seat as she waited for Arin's return, getting most of the dust off of and out of it. The fabric covering it revealed a bright sunflower pattern as the dust wafted away.

Arin returned and deferentially handed Molly the crop.

"Good girl. Now get between the poles and hang onto them. We don't want this thing tipping over backwards as I climb onto the seat."

Without a word, Arin positioned herself as she had been instructed, and held the poles.

Molly slowly and carefully climbed into the seat, but the vehicle showed no evidence that it was inclined to tip over. "OK, girl. Try lifting the handles now," she told the naked woman in front of her.

Bending and straightening, Arin was easily able to lift the long poles into a horizontal position. The vehicle was beautifully balanced. 

"OK, girl. Let's go. Pull me around the property wherever its rather level."

"Yes, Miss," Arin replied, and began pulling. The vehicle rolled easily forward, to the delight of both women.

Molly felt like a queen, albeit a nude one, being pulled around in this fashion. She enjoyed watching the play of Arin's back muscles as she lifted and pulled on the poles. She appreciated the way Arin's hips swayed side to side as she walked, her buttocks rippling as their muscles propelled her forward. Molly could even look down and see her calf muscles bulging and relaxing as they worked.

From time to time, Molly flicked Arin's butt lightly with the crop, making her both yip and giggle. As they progressed around the property, it seemed that Arin was tilting her pelvis forward more and more, exaggerating the prominence of her butt, inviting Molly to use the crop even more firmly on her gradually reddening flesh. "Do you like me using the crop on your ass, girl?" she called out.

Arin looked over her shoulder, but kept pulling the cart forward. "I do, Miss, very much. It feels... well, I can't say exactly why. But it feels 'right' to me, if that makes any sense." She walked several more paces and added, "You can strike a little harder, though. If it gets too harsh, I can tell you."

Molly whacked her friend's ass a little harder. The crop landed with a resounding 'slap' sound that made Arin gasp, and then moan, nodding her head. "Thank you, Miss," she uttered, pulling the cart even faster. The red mark made on her ass cheek by the crop head bobbed side to side as she strode forward with more haste.

Molly recalled Arin's plea to be humiliated and transformed into a slut – to be used sexually. Today, they had made love as lovers and friends. This cart play, with Arin acting as a naked 'beast of burden' and being slapped with the crop was perhaps playing to her need for humiliation. A small cloud of concern floated over Molly's good mood. She wanted her friend to be happy and fulfilled, but this role of the Dominant was so unfamiliar to her that she was truly uncertain as to how to proceed. Molly decided to give some serious thought as to how to give Arin more of such humiliation.

Perhaps starting tomorrow.

(to be continued)



Arin's Inheritance Pt. 06



(continued from part 5)

Arin was away at the grocery store, shopping for their food.

It seemed a good time for Molly to investigate some of the items in the attic, looking for things to help with Arin's desire for humiliation.

Molly was immediately drawn to the steel handcuffs, which she had contemplated using earlier on Arin, but had held back because at that point they had lacked the keys. Inspecting the handcuffs, she was glad she had waited, because she found they were not normal handcuffs - they had a very intricate lock. Rummaging through the keys she had received from the lawyer, she found their proper key.

"Let's see how these work," she said aloud to herself. Saying things often helped her to focus better. Holding the double strand or cheek plate part in her hands, she closed its single strand section, hearing and feeling it ratchet as it entered partway into the lock housing.

Pulling, trying to open the cuff again, she muttered, "Nicely secure. I can't yank it open now." But when she squeezed the closed cuff, to her dismay, it ratcheted in even farther! "Yikes! The parts close more when I do this! This would cut off Arin's circulation." After a thoughtful pause, she exclaimed, "Oh right! Double locking stops this!" 

She studied the cuffs more closely. Sure enough, there was a small hole on the side of the cuff. She pressed the 'nose' of the key into the hole and felt a click. Experimenting, she tugged and pressed. "Perfect! Now they neither open nor close. Just what I wanted."

Carefully inserting the key into the lock, she found which direction she had to turn to make the cuff spring back open, which it did easily.

"I'm glad I tried working with this before using it on Arin," she spoke aloud. "Whenever possible, I'd better test these things on myself before subjecting her to them," she mentally decided. "I need to have some idea of what they'd do to her."

With that in mind, Molly found some clamps, joined by a chain. Her internet research had told her these were called clover clamps. She thought, "I'd really like to find out how Arin would feel about me using these on her. I've see them often in the BDSM pictures, and the women have such interesting expressions: surprise, humiliation, shock, submission. Clamping submissives seems to be a very popular action."

She opened her golden silk blouse, and freed a breast from her wispy white bra, scooping it up free of the cup. Opening the jaws of the clamp, she positioned it at her nipple. At this point she hesitated, steeling her courage. Finally, she let the jaws close. "YOWCH!!" she cried out. She instinctively jumped backward, as if to escape the pain, which of course did not help at all, since the firmly clamped jaws moved back with her. 

Eyes watering, she thought about pulling the clamp off immediately, but noticed the pain was already diminishing. "I guess I'll leave it on a bit longer," she decided. Her nipple soon went numb. "Well, this isn't so bad, after all," she thought to herself. 

She pulled her other breast free of its bra cup, and with less hesitation, applied the second clamp to that nipple. She gasped as the pain lanced through her breast, but, since the pain was more expected this time, did not cry out at all. This nipple quickly went numb, as well. 

When she let the chain dangle, its weight tugged at her tits, reawakening the discomfort a tiny bit, but also making her very aware of her breasts.

"I'm sure Arin can handle being clamped like this," Molly muttered to herself, still looking through the various drawers. She encountered a dark brown leather collar, with a ring on it for the attachment of a leash. "This looks nicely functional," she concluded. "It will go nicely with her dark brown hair and eyes." She checked one of the armoires. "Yes, I thought I remembered seeing some lovely leashes in here." 

She moved to the mirror, and brushing her black hair to one side, slipped the collar around her neck and secured it. She moved her head back and forth, and up and down. She swallowed, with no problem. "Yes, this will do for Arin perfectly. Being collared might have a two-fold effect. A little humiliating perhaps, since animals get collared. But it also might convey a feeling of being owned." Molly smiled to herself. "Owned by me. What a thought!"

She continued her search. She found a length of soft, red rope. "Hmmm. I've seen pictures of women tied in such ropes, some of them in very intricate arrangements. I'm not ready to do something that complicated, but maybe I can do something simple. It would be easier to try this with the clamps out of the way, though," she reasoned.

Without thinking, she reached up to a clamp and opened its jaws. She shrieked as a flood of sensation coursed through her freed nipple! "OMG!" she cried out. "The pain is more intense taking them off than it was putting them on! Who would have thought that!"

She bit her lip and unclamped her other nipple. Rubbing them both carefully, she eased the circulation back into them. Gradually Molly realized that, with their heightened sensitivity, this rubbing quickly became extremely pleasurable. "Yes, Arin certainly needs to experience this sometime soon." She smiled to herself, beginning to really enjoy the thought of having such a receptive playmate.

Molly removed her blouse entirely, and took the rope, leaving a good amount of its end free, and began winding it firmly around the base of her breast. She noticed that cinching the rope tightly after several turns made her tit stick out a lot farther than it normally does. The effect was very pleasing to the eye. "I like how this makes it look. I wonder if I could wear a rope imperceptibly under my blouse?" She began looping the remainder around the base of her other breast, making it protrude also. She finished by tying the ends behind her back. 

Admiring herself in the mirror, she turned slowly left and right. "This is really fun. A sort of erotic dress-up," she said aloud. Grinning to herself, she started looking through another drawer. Inside was a flat leather case. She opened it to see the gleam of a metal handle inside. Carefully she pulled on the handle. A strange device emerged from its leather sheath. The long metal handle ended at a wicked looking wheel with sharp thin spokes radiating out in all directions. The light in the room bounced off the spokes, making them gleam.

"Oh, I think I know what this is," she stated. "But I better check." She went to her laptop, and brought up Google Images. Entering the search words 'neurological wheel' into the query window, she pressed the Enter key. Sure enough, scores of images of the device in her hand popped up onto her screen. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw that some of the devices even ended in multiple wheels, rather than the single one that hers possessed.

Very carefully, with minimum pressure, she rolled it over her palm. "OK, I feel it, but it's not bad at all," she informed herself aloud. She tried it on the back of her hand. Tiny prickling sensations registered as she rolled it from the back of her hand up her forearm. She checked her skin carefully. "No bleeding. That's good," she sighed. 

She leaned over to run it over the much more sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Her body shivered involuntarily as the sensations formed there. "I begin to see the potential this has as a toy for sensitizing skin. I wonder how it would feel on my tits?" she mused. She looked down to focus her attention now on her breasts, but before she applied the device to them, she gasped in shock and ran back to the mirror. 

"OMG! My tits have turned purple! The ropes must've trapped the blood in them." She touched the purple flesh with her fingers, expecting the skin to be numb. Instead, as she whispered her fingers over the skin, delightfully erotic sensations bloomed in the wake of her fingers. 

"Wonderful! Delicious even! But I don't want them deprived of blood too long." She untied the rope knot at her back. Unwinding it from the base of each tit, she observed the rope impressions left encircling their bases. "Actually, these rope marks make rather exotic designs on my flesh," she marveled. Investigating the impressions with her fingers, she played with her tits until they resumed their normal pink tones. In the back of her mind, she began visualizing Arin's skin showing such rope marks. "Pictures of them might even make interesting wall art." She filed that thought away as a possibility.

"I'd better wrap this up. Arin may return soon, and I don't want her to know about these experiments. But since I still have the neurological wheel out, I may as well test it here," she quickly decided. She ran it carefully over her breasts, paying attention to the proper pressure to apply there. These prickling sensations were quite novel, and felt somewhat naughty. She even went so far as to run the spokes over her crinkled areolae, and finally, very very carefully, over the dark pink swollen nubs of her fully erect nipples. She shuddered, imagining being at someone else's mercy as this device was applied to her sensitive regions. Maybe even to her labia! But she was unwilling to test that right now. She slid the device back into its leather case, not yet ready to use it on Arin, but making a mental note for future experiments.

Molly heard the car in the driveway as Arin returned. The door opened and Molly heard her friend putting away the groceries. Readjusting her clothing, Molly leaned over the railing and called down, "Hi Arin! When you've put away the groceries, join me upstairs in the attic."

"I will be there shortly, Miss," Arin called back. 

"Was that excitement I heard coloring her voice?" Molly wondered.

A bit flushed, Arin almost romped up the stairs and into the room. 

"Remove your clothing, girl," Molly intoned. "And be quick about it."

Arin, rushed to comply, kicking off her shoes and stripping her legs free from her dark pullup stockings. Unzipping, she let her short, dark green dress pool at her feet, and yanked down her matching panties, stepping free of them, rather than folding each piece and placing them in a pile. Molly decided not to chasten her about order and cleanliness at this moment, being anxious to get started.

"Put your hands behind your back, slut," Molly ordered. As Arin obeyed, Molly secured her wrists with the handcuffs, carefully double locking them. 

Arin began shaking, and her knees sagged briefly.

"Arin, are you OK?" Molly asked with concern.

"OMG! Yes, Miss! More than OK! My heart is pounding. I feel so good like this, being in your power." She blushed a delicate pink, and continued in a shy whisper, "I almost came."

Molly smiled with relief, noting the powerful effect created by restraining Arin - depriving her of her freedom in this manner.

Once Arin had a chance to recover her composure, Molly caught her eye, holding up a black marker pen. "I'm going to write on you, Arin," she explained. "Hold very still." She slipped a red satin blindfold over Arin's eyes. Pausing, she looked at her friend, standing naked, blindfolded and cuffed. Molly felt a surge of satisfaction at this demonstration of Arin's trust in her.

Molly knelt down in front of Arin, reaching around and grasping her ass cheek to steady her. On her smooth mound, Molly wrote a large black 'T', followed by a 'U'. After those letters, she added a reversed 'L', and then a reversed 'S' to finish the inscription. She stood up and guided Arin, still blindfolded, to a full length mirror. She looked at Arin's reflection in the mirror. The word 'SLUT' was emblazoned clearly on the woman's mound.

Satisfied, she removed the blindfold, watching Arin's face directly rather than her reflection. She wanted to see her reaction as she peered into the mirror. She observed Arin's brown eyes widen in shock, quickly followed by a flush of embarrassment that stained her cheeks and neck. She watched her breath catch, then accelerate, making her breasts move up and down, her nipples firming themselves.

"Keep looking at your reflection, slut girl. Look at how you're marked for the whole world to see. Imagine being led naked through a crowd like this." Arin moaned and squirmed, but kept her eyes fixed on herself in the mirror.

While Arin used the mirror to observe what was being done to her, Molly lifted the woman's dark brown hair, and put the leather collar on her without ceremony, just as if she was putting a new collar on her pet. Picking up the length of red rope, Molly tied Arin's breasts just like she had tied her own earlier, winding the rope around the base of each tit several times, and cinching it tight. As she suspected, Arin's breasts, having a little more volume, bulged out even more than hers had. The tight embrace of the ropes lent their flesh a smoother texture, and almost a sheen. Their nipples jutted forth obscenely from their front curve.

Molly leashed her girl, and led her outside the house. She walked her in the sunshine, naked, barefoot, cuffed, tits bulging, all the way around the pond. During the walk she kept reminding Arin about her situation, saying things like, "Perhaps I will invite some people over to watch you on display like this. Parade you before them like the slut you are. Let them stare at your tits and cunt. Those cuffs behind your back really emphasize the nudity of your front. Nothing is hidden. Everything right there before their eyes."

With each such statement Arin reacted. Molly was delighted to hear her happy moans as she fantasized about being shown off to the fictitious crowd. She and Arin would have to have a talk soon, to decide if such an event should remain merely a fantasy, or if it should become a reality.

"Are you excited, slut?" she asked, rather needlessly. Arin's 'excitement' was clearly oozing out of her cunt and down her thighs as she walked.

"Oh yes! Please, please, Miss," the girl answered and pleaded.

"Please what?"

"Please make me cum! I beg you! I need it so badly!" was the girl's reply.

Molly noticed that Arin's bulging tits had taken on a delicate purple hue. It was getting near time to free them anyway, and restore their circulation. "Very well. You have been a good girl, and I think you deserve a reward," she said with a smile.

Molly stepped close to the girl, and began carefully raking Arin's tits with her teeth as her hands played with the girl's sex. She fingered her soaking wet cunt with one hand while the other hand tugged at her labia. Arin's moans became throaty howls. 

Molly was relentless, relishing the feel, taste, and smell of her friend. Arin's sounds excited Molly to a fever pitch of pleasuring her girl. Arin's arms, cuffed behind her as they were, rendered the front of her body completely vulnerable - defenseless. Her shoulders being pinned back even thrust her breasts forward, almost as if they were being offered to Molly. Given Arin's state of excitement, she probably was offering them freely to the woman dominating her. 

Something began to change, deep inside Molly. A strange sensation arose within her. Having her friend in her power like this, so open, so trusting - tapped into an energy that Molly had not realized she possessed. The energy of a Domme. The surge of its flow through her was heady and exciting. She became almost as aroused as the woman she was fondling.

Very soon thereafter, Arin jerked in Molly's hands, stiffened, threw her head back, and came, her dark brown hair whipping from side to side. Came right there standing in the grass, humping against Molly's hands. Came, shoving her breast hard against Molly's face, bobbing it up and down. Came, her arms straining against the cuffs secured behind her. Came, her sweat glinting in the sunlight. She looked magnificent.

Arin's orgasm lasted an amazingly long time. When she finally stopped shaking, Molly switch to gently kissing her breasts, and let her hands merely stroke Arin's belly and mound. As Arin finally calmed a bit, Molly undid the rope around her tits, and massaged them to bring their color back to normal, listening to Arin's whistling breaths, and inhaling the heady scents that still emitted from Arin's dripping, pulsating cunt.

Looking at the word printed on the woman's mound, Molly remarked, "You really are a slut, aren't you, Arin?"

"Your slut, Miss. Yours. Thank you," she panted, making Molly's heart swell with happiness. Removing the cuffs from her, Molly pulled her down onto the grass warmed by the sunshine, and into an even warmer embrace. Molly imagined how they looked at this moment: a fully clothed woman embracing a fully nude woman in the grass by a pond, whose still water surface reflected the blue sky and the dots of puffy white clouds overhead. Surely it would make a lovely painting. Encouraged by how this experiment had turned out, Molly began dreaming of more things to do with her girl, as they dozed calmly in each other's arms.

(to be continued)



Arin's Inheritance Pt. 07



(continued from part 6)

Molly had to get some work done.

Not wanting her girl to feel neglected, she summoned her. "Arin," she called out, "come here."

Arin speedily entered the room, and knelt next to Molly, her chin lowered and eyes downcast in a submissive posture. This was becoming more natural to her, the more they practiced. "I am here, Miss," she whispered. She was dressed in a simple white dress with small pink flowers on the skirt section, her dark brown hair gathered into a ponytail, its lower edge just brushing a suntanned shoulder. Since she wore no bra, the areolae of her C-cup breasts formed a hazy halo around the material poked outward by her perky nipples.

Molly gently raised Arin's chin so she could look into her lovely brown eyes. "I am very pleased with you, girl," she told her kneeling friend. "I want you to go change into a T-shirt and sweatpants. Wear nothing else."

Arin nodded her understanding and arose, saying, "As you wish, Miss," and left the room. Molly heard her climbing the stairs.

After a few minutes, Arin returned. Before she could kneel, Molly said, "Stay standing, and let me look at you."After a few minutes, Arin returned, wearing a simple red T-shirt and yellow lightweight cotton sweatpants. Before she could kneel, Molly said, "Stay standing, and let me look at you."

She did as she was told, standing with her hands laced together behind her head, feet shoulder width apart. Molly walked slowly around her, letting her hands trail over Arin's T-shirt in a tender caress.

"Perfect," Molly concluded. "Now go to our front door, open it and stand in the open doorway. Once you are in position, pull your T-shirt up to expose your breasts, and pull down your sweatpants to display your pussy. Stand there like a whore advertising her wares to the passersby. You can bounce a bit to make your tits wobble, and sway your hips enticingly. I don't think we have any deliveries due today, and the mail shouldn't be delivered this early, but we can never be sure about that."

After letting Arin register the fact that there was some slight risk of really being seen, Molly continued, "If you do see someone coming up the driveway, call out to me about it. But don't leave the doorway until I tell you."

Arin's pupils widened somewhat, either from fear, or excitement - probably both. She swallowed visibly and nodded as she replied, "I understand, Miss."

"OK, my lovely slut. Get started on attracting your customers," Molly chuckled.

In her usual fashion, Arin romped to the front door. From where she sat, Molly had a good view of her girl opening the door, posing, and yanking up her T-shirt as she yanked down her pants. She pulled her pants down so enthusiastically that she bared her ass cheeks as well as her pussy, so Molly was treated to the sight of those ass cheeks flexing and shifting as Arin displayed herself.

Molly glanced at the clock, and turned her attention to getting her work done. From time to time she looked over at Arin, who was indeed bouncing and swaying, probably lost in the mental scenario of a wanton whore in some red light district, trying to drum up business.

After about half an hour of intense work, Molly decided it was time for a break. Fetching some rope and a blindfold, she approached Arin at the doorway from behind. Arin was so wrapped up in her posturing, she apparently did not hear Molly's approach. As Molly pressed her hand against one of Arin's bare ass cheeks, the girl shrieked and jumped upward, flinging her hands upward for balance. Her shirt slipped down to her waist as her sweatpants slipped to her ankles.

"Sorry, Miss," Arin giggled when she realized whose hand had touched her.

"That's fine, you slutty whore," Molly replied with a smile. "You were really into that experience, weren't you?"

Arin flushed a lovely shade of red. "It was scary and exciting, Miss, not knowing if someone might come up the driveway."

"Let's check that," Molly whispered. "Open your cunt for me."

Arin quickly pulled her lips apart.

Molly inspected her carefully. Of course, her friend's excitement was quite obvious - her labia were puffy, her juices were drooling from her vaginal opening, and her scent was perfuming the air around both of them. Molly dipped her finger deep into Arin's sweltering pussy, and stirred her juices briefly.

Arin moaned, but held herself steady.

"I have to do some reading now, Arin. I think I will do it out on the front porch on this lovely day. Peel off your T-shirt and step out of those sweatpants, and come with me." She led her now naked girl out the front door, down the front steps and over to one side. Backing Arin up against the porch, she commanded, "Put your feet apart greater than shoulder width."

After Arin had shuffled her legs open, Molly stooped down and secured each of the girl's ankles to porch uprights with the rope. Finishing, she asked Arin, "Can you bring your legs and thighs together now, slut? And are the ropes too tight?"

Arin pulled with each ankle, replying, "No, Miss, to both questions. I can't move much, and the ropes feel fine."

"Good." So saying, Molly took each of Arin's wrists and tied them with a rope that looped through the overhead railing, drawing her hands straight up above her shoulders. "How do those feel?" she asked her girl.

Arin pulled at the ropes experimentally. "They don't hurt or anything, Miss. But I feel quite vulnerable like this."

"And is that a problem?" Molly inquired.

"Oh no, Miss. Maybe I should have said deliciously vulnerable."

Molly smiled. "Let's see if we can enhance this a bit more for you." She slipped the blindfold over Arin's smooth brown hair, and adjusted its position over her eyes. "Turn your head, and tilt it up and down. Can you see anything?"

Arin tested the blindfold as directed. "Ummm. When I tilt my head way back, I can see a sliver of light under the edge."

Molly slid the blindfold down a fraction, and tightened it slightly. "And now?"

Again Arin moved her head around, reporting "I can see nothing at all now, Miss."

"Excellent. Now I want you to imagine that I have invited some people to visit here to look you over. To evaluate you. Maybe even agreed to let them bid on renting you for a while as their plaything. Of course, I would not want them to drive up here in a noisy car. I would want them to walk up quietly, so I can read in peace." Coming close to Arin's ear, she whispered, "I am telling you to imagine this, but I may actually be telling you the truth. You will only really know if you hear someone start bidding."

Arin's flesh rippled into goosebumps as she heard this. Her breathing rate accelerated, making her tits bob up and down in a delightful fashion. She gasped aloud as Molly planted a loving kiss on her tummy, and said, "Don't worry. I'll be up on the porch, reading," and quietly climbed the steps. Leaning out over the railing above the naked bound woman, she called down, "Right nearby you."

Arin jerked in her ropes, then giggled, "I thought you were still standing right in front of me, Miss."

Molly was pleased to hear that Arin could not tell where she was. On an impulse, she quietly retrieved her digital camera from the house, crept down the front porch steps, and went out into the yard. She took several silent pictures of her exposed friend from various angles. Her zoom lens even allowed her a gorgeous view of Arin's smoothly shaved mound and labia, with sunlight glinting off the dribbles of juices streaming from her cunt. Arin was clearly excited by the idea of a silent crowd looking at her like this.

Molly went back up onto the porch, glad that the steps did not creak. She put the camera back in a safe place and settled herself into a chair, and began reading. She was not certain how long Arin would enjoy being restrained in darkness, wondering what was going on around her, but she was certain her friend would call out if she was tired, bored, or too scared at her predicament.

Time passed. Molly finished her reading, and got an impish notion. She went and stood at the railing above where Arin was tied, and started making summoning motions with her hands. She was not certain if Arin would hear or feel the air being moved by her hands. She hissed very very quietly, "Yes. Come closer. It's OK." She saw Arin's posture change into one of alertness. Molly barely aspirated the words, "Yes. Have a good look," and then went back to sit in her chair.

This subtle suggestion had the desired effect. Arin twisted gently in her ropes, shivering and moaning. After a few minutes, her straining muscles generated enough heat to cause a sheen of sweat to form on her skin.

Keeping up the pretense, Molly got up from her chair and noisily descended the steps to stand near her girl. Speaking quietly to a non-existent onlooker, she affirmed, "Yes, you can touch her, if you think that is necessary for your evaluation. The bidding will start soon."

Quietly stepping to Arin's other side, she reached out and squeezed one of her tits, to act the part of someone testing its firmness. While doing this, she used her other hand, turned at a strange angle, to bring it toward Arin from a completely different direction. This hand plucked at Arin's inner thigh, and continued upward to brush across her now pulsating pussy lips. Molly was pleased to see this 'inspection by a total stranger' caused the following reaction: Arin actually pressed her hips as far forward as the bindings would allow. The slut was offering herself for an even closer, more intimate probing.

That did not suit Molly's plans at the moment. Carefully withdrawing the hand at Arin's crotch, she let her other hand move across Arin's chest to test the plumpness of her other breast, even giving it's nipple a gentle squeeze. Arin was taking rasping breaths now as Molly withdrew her hand completely. 

Silently stepping back to the original place where she had spoken aloud, she stated, "I think you've all had a good look, and some have even felt her up. Now its time for the bidding. I have decided that we will do it silently. Each of you quietly write your bid for using my slut for one hour on the paper slips I just passed out. I will walk around and collect them. Make certain your name is on the slip. The highest bidder wins."

Molly walked around back in forth in front of Arin, not troubling to be quiet in her movements now, as if walking through a crowd, gathering bids. After several passes back and forth, she paused as if reading them. She murmured, "Very nice, Sir." Making a 'tsk tsk' sort of sound while shaking her head, she sadly whispered, "This is yours Sir, and that first bid already outbid you. Yes, I know its disappointing." 

She managed to make a gasp of surprise, followed by, "Well, Madam, I can see you really want to use my slut. Most generous of you - most generous indeed. I doubt anyone will top this." She followed this by a few quiet sounds of 'no', 'no', and 'afraid not' before summarizing. "Madam has the highest bid, but please remember, I plan to do this on a weekly basis, so the rest of you may have better luck next time. Now I think my girl should meet the woman who gets to use her for the next hour."

Standing directly in front of Arin, she removed her blindfold. Blinking in the bright light, Arin darted her glance left, right, and strained to look past Molly's head, looking for the crowd of viewers. Then the penny dropped. "Oh you!" she cried. "There's no one here!"

"On the contrary, girl. There certainly is: me. I intend to get my full hour's usage out of you." Molly wanted to kiss Arin's ear, and nibble on her neck to start, but could not because her arms being tied upward blocked that possibility. She settled on stepping to Arin's side, and kneading her tits and ass while licking her unprotected armpit. 

Arin screamed with a mixture of delight and dismay. Extremely ticklish in her armpits, she was soon begging for mercy as her body shook and tugged at the restraints. Molly paused long enough for Arin to catch her breath, and began licking that armpit anew, but gradually transformed that into kissing/sucking and nibbling erotically. Molly sure loved having such control over her friend, and being able to play with her sexually.

The hand she had on Arin's ass slipped between the girl's legs to dampen its fingertips in her dripping cunt juices. She returned it to the crack between Arin's ass cheeks and explored blindly for her sensitive ass hole. At the same time, she brought her front hand down to insert two of its fingers into Arin's squirming cunt. She pressed the thumb of that hand firmly enough onto Arin's clit to trap it and feel it throb with her heartbeat. 

Still nibbling Arin's armpit, she began rocking the hand inserted in the girl's cunt to make her fingers drag in and out along the front wall of her vagina. Each time the fingers glided outward, the wrist motion made her thumb mash Arin's clit. As the fingers stroked inward again, the thumb pressure was removed. The index finger of Molly's other hand found Arin's ass hole and began worming its way inward, trying to open the slut's anal ring. This time, Arin's scream was one of pure delight, and in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, her cunt convulsed as her orgasm struck - hard. She bucked her hips forward and back in a rapid fashion, cunt-fucking and ass-fucking herself on the impaling fingers. She even added a sort of churning twist with her pelvis to make the thumb press her clit in a circular fashion. 

Molly let her friend cum. And cum. Until Arin finally moaned and slumped in the ropes, completely spent. Easing her fingers out of both of her friend's holes, she stooped down to untie her ankles first. Arin managed to stumble her feet more underneath herself, which took some of the strain off the arm ropes. Knowing her friend would now be weak, Molly untied one wrist and let the rope then slip through the railing, lowering Arin carefully to the ground. Once the girl was safely down, Molly untied her final wrist.

As Arin rested on the ground, Molly unzipped and stepped out of her white linen Byrony skirt with its navy trimmed hem. Her Bonds lacies bikini panties were at least 2 shades darker than normal, sodden from her own excitement at playing with her friend as a sex toy. Stripping off her panties, her cunt felt a momentary coolness as the breeze started drying her wetness. But the warm sun striking her uncovered sex soon warmed her again down there. 

Addressing her friend, she said, "Arin, when you have recovered enough, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees up to where I will be sitting on the porch. I want you to use your hands and mouth to make me cum. More than once, if you can. Playing with you makes me very horny, so don't make me wait too long."

Unbuttoning her navy chiffon blouse, Molly ascended the porch steps and placed her blouse and skirt in a tidy pile next to her chair. She had seen no reason to wear a bra today, so she was now also naked in the shade of the porch. Sitting down, she slouched in the chair, scooting her ass forward so that it was perched at the very edge of the seat. She parted her thighs as wide apart as possible, and gently toyed with her cunt, waiting for Arin to stir.

Arin must've been eager to return Molly's favor, because she heralded her strength, and began crawling across the ground and up the porch steps. Molly stopped playing with herself as she became absorbed in the site of her friend in motion. As Arin crawled away towards the porch steps, Molly could see her ass swaying side to side in a very enticing manner. Molly made a mental note to have Arin crawl around a lot more in the future. She made an addendum to the mental note to find some sort of pads that could go under Arin's knees to protect them from abrasion.

When Arin reached the top of the steps and turned in Molly's direction, her shuffling crawl made her tits swing sideways enough to let them peek out alongside of Arin's arms. The slow evaporation of the juices seeping from Molly's vaginal opening had been cooling her labia. The warm breath issuing from Arin's mouth caused a startling contrast in sensation as the girl eagerly brought her face between Molly's thighs. 

Arin's eyes almost crossed as she stared intently at Molly's cunt from this close proximity. She knelt submissively between Molly's thighs and brought her hands up. Grasping each of Molly's labia in careful fingers, she pulled them gently sideways as if opening up a precious gift. Molly moaned quietly as she imagined what she must look like on display like this. Her moan turned into a sharp inhalation as Arin plunged her tongue into the well of nectar that was uncovered by the parting of her labia. Arin gleefully lapped clean everything she could find in the intimate region between her fingertips.

Arin lowered her face and fully extended her tongue. She slithered her warm, wet tongue all the way up, starting from Molly's ass hole, across her vagina, pee hole, and clitoris, ending at the very top of Molly's mound. Molly groaned appreciatively at this action, so Arin repeated it several times.

Finally, Molly cried out, "Stop teasing me, girl! I need to cum! Do it!"

Arin did not hesitate, quickly plunging two of her fingers into Molly's sopping cunt. She began tickling the upper wall of Molly's vaginal tunnel with quick strokes of those fingers. Her other hand went beneath Molly's ass where it protruded past the chair seat. A finger of that hand streaked along Molly's butt crack, getting wet from the juices that trickled along that furrow. When her fingertip found the tightly puckered flesh around Molly's ass hole, Arin began softly rubbing that sensitive tissue - not seeking entrance, but merely smearing fluids around and around the opening, generating almost electrical sensations from the nerve endings there.

Arin's tongue was busy lapping the folds alongside Molly's clit, maddeningly not quite touching it. Molly's juices were soaking both of Arin's hands at this point. The submissive slut was obviously enjoying fingering her friend, and wanted to build Molly's excitement up to a massive orgasm. She knew the moment was right when Molly began gasping for breath, and gripped the chair arms so she could lever her quivering pelvis up against Arin's face.

With a smooth movement, Arin sucked Molly's pulsating clit into her mouth and began bobbing her lips up and down on it as she suckled it. The fingers that she had inside Molly's cunt spread apart and rubbed more firmly inside the now shaking woman. 

With a glad, shrieking howl of release, Molly came!

Her pussy literally gushed, expelling a warm torrent of fluid that spattered Arin's neck and upper torso. Wave after wave splashed Arin as her friend vibrated against her mouth and fingers in a prolonged series of inner explosions.

After this timeless interval of delight, Molly slumped back onto the chair seat, with her head lolled back and her eyes closed. She remained passive except for the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest as her body attempted to get enough oxygen to bring her breathing back to normal. Arin slipped her fingers out of the warmth of Molly's vagina, and dutifully licked her Miss clean.

By this time, Molly had recovered enough to open her eyes, sit up a little straighter, and murmur, "Come here, Arin." She opened her arms invitingly.

Arin scooted forward on her knees, and pressed her body against Molly's, as she was gathered into a warm embrace. Molly kissed her friend tenderly, and rested their foreheads together as she whispered, "That was absolutely fantastic. I think that was the best orgasm that I've ever experienced. Thank you."

"It was truly my pleasure, Miss. I'm happy to do that whenever you want. I can't tell you how arousing it is for me to be able to give you such joy."




Arin's Inheritance Pt. 07



Molly got a twinkle in her eye, leaning back slightly to look into Arin's face. "You can't tell me, huh? Well then, let me check." She reached between their torsos and gave Arin's breast a loving tweak and then slipped her hand downward. Sliding her palm flatly along the curve of Arin's shaven mound, she let her fingers dip into Arin's slit. Her fingers confirmed Arin's arousal, encountering damp, swollen and throbbing pussy lips.

"Well well," Molly exclaimed. "You must certainly do something about this. Go inside the house to the window behind me here. Stand really close to the window, and finger yourself until you cum. If your cum hits the window, don't worry. Because after you finish cumming, press your open pussy against the window glass and rub it up and down. We'll leave your pussy print on the glass, and if any visitor is curious enough to inquire, you'll explain how that mark got there."

Arin blushed the deepest shade of red that Molly had seen yet, as she stood up. The idea clearly excited her as much as it embarrassed her. "Yes, Miss," was all she said as she hurried to obey, entering the house and moving to the window.

Molly turned her chair to admire the view of her wonderful slut toy fingering herself with one hand as she pinched and tugged her nipples with the other. In what seemed like moments, Arin threw her head back and began cumming. Molly could easily hear her scream of release through the window glass. 

Molly herself gaped with astonishment at the erotic sight of Arin pulling herself wide open and pressing her cunt against the glass. Her friend's vaginal opening was clearly visible and still rippling as she rubbed up and down on the glass. This was certainly a performance that others should enjoy some time in the future, Molly decided. She also wondered what she could do with the pictures she had taken of Arin earlier.

(to be continued)



Arin's Inheritance Pt. 08



(continued from part 7)

It was a lovely Saturday morning, and Molly had some special plans for her slut girl.

During breakfast, both of them had their morning tea. As they finished, Molly handed Arin a large glass of orange juice, instructing her, "Drink this all down as you clean up the kitchen."

When Arin's chores were done, Molly took her out onto the front porch, and commanded, "Get your clothes off and fold them neatly on this chair." Arin seemed to get a special pleasure from being forced to strip out in the open, even if no one was around. There was always the outside chance that some car would drive up to their house, and spot a naked Arin standing there.

"Give me your left hand," Molly told her now nude submissive. Taking Arin's hand, she applied lubricant to her friend's left index finger, getting it well coated.

"Bend over and stick that finger deep into your ass hole. I want to see your knuckle bumping right up against your puckered anal ring," Molly said with a grin.

Arin's blush spread to the back of her neck as she bent away from Molly, holding her right ass cheek spread sideways with her right hand as her left index finger probed blindly for its target. She gave a tiny gasp as the cold lubricant touched the sensitive tissues around her nether opening. Finding the target, she commenced wriggling her finger, worming it into her ass hole, pressing as she pulled hard on her right ass cheek. Gradually her finger sank to its fullest extent.

"Good girl. Now come down the porch steps."

Molly took her friend's right hand to steady her as she awkwardly climbed down the steps, somewhat off balance with her finger up her butt.

"Get down on all fours, keeping your finger in your ass," Molly demanded. After a moment's pause, she corrected herself. "I guess you'll be getting down on all threes," she stated with a tone of amusement.

Molly consulted her watch. The timing was perfect.

"OK, my slut girl. Crawl slowly all the way around the pond like that. Take your time. I know it will be slow going. You may even stop and rest whenever you need, but keep that finger completely buried in your ass the entire journey."

"Yes Miss," Arin acknowledged. She took a tentative 'step', shuffling her knees forward, left then right. Once her knees were under her more, she was able to reach out with her right hand and brace for the next shuffling movement.

"This is very difficult, Miss," Arin complained.

"Is it humiliating to move like this, Arin?"

"Yes, Miss. It's really humiliating," Arin confirmed.

"Excellent. Just what you like," Molly chuckled.

Arin flushed a deep red at hearing this, but turned to look into Molly's face, and smiled. She truly thrived on humiliation.

"I'll watch you from the porch, Arin. I can see all the way around the pond from there."

Arin made no comment, but continued her quite slow progress. It was about 50 yards until she would even reach the edge of the pond, and then a long circuit to get all the way around it.

Molly climbed back up to a seat on the porch to watch. The freshly mowed grass gave her a clear view of Arin's progress. Arin's nude body showed up beautifully against the lush green she was crawling over. Molly almost laughed at how ridiculous Arin looked, proceeding with one finger lodged firmly in her butt.

After a few minutes, as planned, a car came up the driveway. Molly was not sure whether Arin could hear its quiet engine at that distance. It appeared that Arin was concentrating too much on her forward progress and not falling over as she crawled, to be aware of the visitors.

The two women in the dark blue convertible knew they were to approach quietly, and not slam any car doors. Therefore they were clad in simple T-shirts and slacks, which allowed them to nimbly step out over their respective doors. Without a sound, but with big smiles on their faces, they walked up to where Molly sat.

"You're right on time," Molly whispered.

"Thank you, Miss," Alice said, as she knelt down in front of Molly. Her long blonde hair was drawn back into a pony tail, the end of which curled around her neck to drape against her light blue V-necked T-shirt, which gave a nice display of her cleavage. Her dark blue slacks clung to her hips, thighs and legs like a second skin. She leaned forward and gave Molly's foot a submissive kiss.

"We tried to be prompt, Miss, because we were so thrilled to get your summons," Jessica almost gushed, but kept her voice low. Once again, Molly drank in the sight of Jessica's auburn hair, shining in the sunlight. She had left it free, to brush against the shoulders of the emerald green T-shirt she was wearing. Her black slacks might have been less form-fitting than Alice's, but the tightness of her T-shirt more than compensated for that. It clung so tightly that Molly could not only see each erect nipple – she could also see the crinkles of the woman's areolae as they pressed against the thin material.

Jessica also sank to her knees before Molly. "Ever since your visit to my office," the lawyer said, "Alice and I have been waiting and hoping you would call upon us for play." She also leaned forward and gave Molly's foot a lingering kiss of joy.

"I'd certainly not forgotten you both," Molly stated with a smile. "Inspecting Jessica's body, and then watching you, Alice, eat her pussy to orgasm sure made an impression on me. I even remember how wonderful Alice's juices tasted. Did you, Jessica, make Alice cum after I left, as I commanded?"

Both women blushed a light pink as they recalled that day. (see part 4 ). "Yes Miss, I did. She was already aroused, especially after you fingered her and sucked your finger clean in that erotic manner. As I recall, I had barely placed my mouth over her cunt and plunged my tongue into her pussy when she grabbed my head, and held it tightly against her as she moaned in orgasm."

Alice's blushed deepened as she nodded to confirm what Jessica had related.

Molly made a shrewd observation. "If we keep talking like this, I think our crotches will get soaked. I'm not wearing any panties, and you were instructed not to wear any either. Let's all stand up and watch Arin's progress in her task."

As they arose, Alice asked, "What's her task, Miss?"

Molly pointed to where Arin was shuffling along on the far side of the pond. She watched both women drop their jaws in surprise at seeing a naked woman crawling across the grass, outside in the open like that. 

Jessica recovered her voice first. "You have her crawling naked around the pond, it seems. But why is she crawling so slowly, Miss?"

"Look closer," Molly instructed.

Audible gasps arose when the women realized that one of Arin's hands was not being used during her crawling. Alice whispered with a voice tinged with awe, "Does she... does she have her finger inside her ass, Miss? I see her fist, but I can't see why else she'd be holding her hand there."

"Yes, her index finger is as deep as she can shove it, and she has to crawl the entire circuit like that. She's not aware of you two yet, I think. But she's now starting the final section, which has her facing this porch. If she glances up to look for me, she'll see all three of us, here at the railing. Watch."

It was quite a few minutes before Arin happened to look toward the house. The wait was well worth it. The shocked expression on her face was priceless. Her eyebrows flew upward as she opened her eyes wide with surprise. Her lips formed into the shape of an 'O', but if she vocalized anything the sounds did not carry to where we stood. To her credit, Arin did not remove her finger from inside her ass, but she did stop moving for a few minutes.

Ultimately, she resumed her shuffling crawl toward the front porch of the house.

"Let's go down and greet her," Molly suggested. "I don't want her to try to climb the porch steps like that."

The three women descended the steps, and stood watching side-by-side as Arin finally reached them. Arin knew her lawyer Jessica, and her lawyer's receptionist Alice, so she had recognized them as not being strangers as she first thought. But still, crawling naked like this up to these three clothed women was very humiliating – and perversely exciting.

Molly beamed a smile down at her friend. "Well done, my lovely slut. Hold still while we examine you." Molly gestured to the other two women to have a very good look at Arin's current predicament.

Obediently, they moved behind Arin and knelt down to examine the placement of her index finger. Alice even grasped both of Arin's ass cheeks to spread her wide open to their gaze.

Jessica looked up at Molly and asked, "May I check to see if this task excited her, Miss?"

Molly nodded her permission.

Jessica bumped her hand against the back of Arin's upper thighs. Feeling this contact, Arin instinctively moved her knees farther apart, offering access. Jessica cupped Arin's sex with her hand, and rubbed her warm smooth flesh for a moment. Next she slipped a finger along Arin's slit, and then let it plunge into the depths between her labia. Briefly swirling her finger inside the kneeling woman, Jessica brought it back out into the sunlight, where it glistened wetly.

"Yes, Miss. I'd say that she is quite excited at the moment," Jessica reported.

"Excellent. Please help her to her feet."

Alice and Jessica each took hold of an elbow to assist Arin to an upright position.

Molly addressed her friend. "Arin, I don't think that any of us want to see the current state of your index finger." Arin's face turned quite red at this comment. "Keep it inside of yourself as you go into the house. Head to the bathroom. Once you're there, pull your finger out and clean yourself thoroughly. Oh, do you feel any urgency about peeing at this time?"

"No Miss. I don't have to pee yet," Arin replied.

"Good. Today I want to to ask me for permission to urinate. I'll explain why later. While you're in the house, drink a large glass of water though. And then rejoin us."

"I will, Miss," Arin acknowledged. With as much dignity as she could muster under the circumstances, Arin treated them all to the sight of her climbing the porch steps, still fingering her ass, before she disappeared into the house.

"While we're waiting for her return, we may as well get you both ready for play. Alice, take off Jessica's top. But give me a good show as you do it," Molly said with a smile.

Without a word, Alice turned Jessica's body so that she faced Molly directly. She stepped behind Jessica, and took hold of the woman's T-shirt at each side of her waist. Lifting the cloth slowly and bunching it in her hands, she gradually unveiled Jessica's stomach, halting as the bunched material reached the under curve of her breasts. She paused dramatically, giving Molly a view of Jessica's belly, slowly moving in and out with each of her breaths.

Watching Molly's expression by looking over Jessica's shoulder, she resumed the slow lift of the clothing. The T-shirt was so tight that this upward movement merely lifted Jessica's tits – higher and higher. The trapped globes of her flesh rose and strained upward as Alice's hands reached the level near Jessica's chin.

At this point, Alice gave a quick backward flick of her wrists, which rolled the T-shirt hem both forward and upward. Jessica's tits sprang free and bobbled in the sunlight. They were firm and delightful, with their nipples fully engorged, poked even farther forward by the puckering of the areola at each base. Jessica appeared delighted to be undressed like this. She raised her arms as Alice began lifting the T-shirt higher.

Alice lifted the shirt material until Jessica's head and arms were inside it, and then gathered the free edges together up over Jessica's head, trapping her arms upwards. This caused Jessica's back to arch, elevating her tits slightly. Alice used her now free hand to cup one of Jessica's breasts, holding it out in offering to Molly. 

"Alice, you certainly know how to provide a show when commanded," Molly complimented. They had both heard Jessica's surprised gasp from inside the T-shirt that covered her face when Alice had taken hold of her now naked tit flesh.

"Well done, Alice. Now finish removing the shirt, please," Molly chuckled.

Alice did so, careful not to muss up Jessica's hair too much in the process.

"Your turn, Jessica. Remove Alice's top now. Let's see what you can do to please me," Molly instructed.

Jessica had her own idea of how a T-shirt should be removed. She went in front of Alice, turning her at an angle, so she would not be blocking Molly's view of her actions. She slipped her hand up under the front hem of the woman's shirt. Molly watched Jessica's hand slide upward underneath the shirt material following the mid-line of Alice's torso. When her hand reached the level of Alice's breasts, she slid her hand sideways, letting it climb up the mound of one of Alice's tits until it reached her nipple. There, the hand could clearly be seen opening and closing, tweaking Alice's nipple as the woman began a low moaning growl deep in her throat. 

Satisfied with teasing that nipple, Jessica helped Alice pull her arm, elbow, forearm, wrist and hand backwards through the T-shirt's arm hole. Alice's arm was now fully inside the T-shirt, along her side and against her torso.

Jessica repeated this performance, sliding her hand underneath the shirt material to the other tit, and teasing its nipple until Alice writhed with desire. She then helped Alice withdraw her other arm through the shirt's arm hole until it too was pinned at her side.

Alice's T-shirt was made of quite stretchy material, and its V-neck made Jessica's next maneuver possible. She pulled the material at the neck opening sideways, until it bared Alice's shoulders. Pulling downward, Jessica lowered the top edge until it cleared both of Alice's breasts, not only leaving them fully exposed, but also using the T-shirt to pin Alice's arms firmly against her torso.

Molly felt she had to take advantage of Alice's current bondage. Stepping up to the woman, she raised Alice's left tit toward Jessica, saying, "Suckle this." As Jessica obeyed, Molly took Alice's right tit in her own lips and sucked until the nipple was so engorged it could hold no more blood. At that point she nibbled and licked the sensitive flesh, glancing over to see Jessica doing much the same. Arms restrained, Alice could only moan and shiver, shifting her weight from one foot to the other in her excitement.

As they heard Arin coming down the porch steps, the two women stopped tormenting their captive and stepped back. Molly looked down at Alice's crotch and was pleased to see her slacks were soaked with evidence of her arousal. Jessica's slacks were in much the same condition.

"OK, Jessica, set Alice free now," Molly said with a grin. Jessica pulled Alice free of the encompassing material. 

"Arin, you can busy yourself with removing their slacks now." Arin hurried over to the women, dropped to her knees and quickly stripped them both. First, she pulled down Alice's pants, and as the wet crotch material lowered to Alice's thighs, the woman's trimmed patch of blonde hair was revealed, sparkling with drops of her excitement. 

Arin then lowered Jessica's slacks, revealing that woman's hairless labia in all their puffy glory. Molly could not help but notice how Arin got her face and lips near each woman's pussy as she perform this act.

Molly pulled out a coin. Addressing Jessica, she said "Jessica you gave me the best display, so you'll get to call the coin as I flip it." Molly flipped the coin into the air, and Jessica called heads. But the coin came up tails. "Looks like you win, Alice. It's your choice: do you wish to give or to receive?"

"I'd like to receive, Miss, if that pleases you," was her answer, even though she really had no clue as to what was to be given or received.

"Very well. Let's all go up onto the porch." When they reached the chairs, Molly turned to Alice. "Alice, have a seat, with your pussy out over the front edge of the chair, and your thighs wide apart."

Everyone else watched the petite woman position herself as directed. During this time, Molly removed the dress she had been wearing. Lacking a bra or panties, this simple movement left her completely nude. She settled herself in a similar pose in the chair next to Alice.

"Arin, you may kneel down and service Alice. Jessica, come here and kneel between my legs and worship my pussy."

Quickly, Arin and Jessica moved into position, and each eagerly began kissing, licking and fingering the pussy in front of them. Arin was a noisy eater, lustily sucking each of Alice's labia into her mouth, stretching them out, and letting them pop out of her pursed lips. Molly soon lost her focus on what Arin was doing to Alice, since Jessica had nuzzled her face along Molly's upper inner thighs as the start of her worship.

Jessica was rather dainty in her approach to Molly's cunt. First, she slowly and wetly licked Molly's outer labia several times, dampening the soft patch of brown fur that covered them. Next, she used her fingers to sensuously pull the labia open, continuing her licking action along the inner labia, and ultimately parting then with her tongue. That tongue now washed Molly's intimate flesh from her perineum to her clit, diving into her vagina along its journey, and circling her pee hole with a delicate tip. The latter contact made Molly twitch and clench the chair arms tightly with her hands.

"You devilish vixen," Molly moaned. 

Jessica tilted her head back, so her deep brown eyes twinkled into Molly's. Wetting her fingers, she whispered, "Maybe you'd prefer this, Miss." Forming a fork between two of her fingers, she began sawing them up and down so they skimmed just the sides of Molly's now engorged clit. With her other hand, she eased two fingers into the warm tunnel of Molly's cunt and began a rhythmic stroking action.

Molly could feel those two inner fingers glide twice along the upper vaginal wall, then twice at her side wall on the left, twice along her lower wall, and twice at her side wall on the right. Just as she was getting accustomed to the probing fingers, Molly sucked in a large breath of air as Jessica closed the forked fingers into a tighter 'V' which made her clit begin to jerk forward and backward.

Flinging her arm sideways to brace herself, Molly's hand encountered Alice's arm, where it rested on the chair next to her. Alice's arm felt damp with sweat, and Molly became aware of the woman's rapid breathing and groans of enjoyment from Arin's erotic attentions, along with the alternate tensing and releasing of her arm musculature.

Alice grasped Molly's hand, and pulled it to her breast. Molly instinctively began kneading that glorious globe, and in moments felt Alice's hand groping along her arm. She took Alice's hand and brought it to her own breast, where her swollen nipple pressed firmly into the woman's palm.

Molly and Alice were joyously massaging each other's tits, and rocking their hips, and pressing their pussies forward toward the two women servicing them when Jessica changed what she was doing. She stopped scissoring Molly's clit with her forked fingers. 

"OMG! Why did you stop?" Molly cried out. "Please don't stop!"

But Jessica did not resume what she had been doing – she had other plans. Her fingers that were inside Molly's cunt pressed up firmly against the upper wall, making Molly's clit almost stand on end from the internal pressure. Molly looked down just in time to see Jessica's lips engulf her stiffened clit. She could not see it any longer, but she could sure feel it!

Molly gave out an almost animalistic, guttural moan of pleasure as Jessica applied suction to her clit. "OOOHHHHHH!" she called out, her own muscles bunching as her pleasure surged. She might have been able to hold back her impending orgasm for a while, but Jessica began pressing her fingertips up and down inside Molly's cunt. This action made Molly's clit move in and out of Jessica's pursed, sucking lips. Jessica was causing Molly's clit to fuck her pursed lips!




Arin's Inheritance Pt. 08



Molly closed her eyes, focused on this sudden escalation of her pleasure. Her hand, which had been kneading Alice's entire breast, shifted to the region of it's areola and nipple. Molly began tugging, rolling and pinching Alice in this area, trying to help the woman join her in the orgasm that was about to occur. "I'm going to cum!" Molly warned.

Jessica used a fingernail from her currently unoccupied hand to delicately scrape it along Molly's perineum, from her asshole to the bottom opening of her cunt. This action sent Molly over the edge.

"OH FUCK!" Molly screamed as her floodgates burst! Her cunt began to spasm, each contraction jetting pussy juices onto Jessica's chin, neck and torso. Within seconds, Alice's own release seized her frame, shoved over the top by a combination of Arin's mouth and hands, Molly's hand clenching and unclenching at her breast, and the sounds and smell of Molly's orgasm in the chair beside her.

Both women lost track of time as their bodies experienced wave after wave of sensation. Arin and Jessica did their best to prolong the orgasms as much as possible, lustily caressing the hot flesh, and consuming what fluids their mouths could trap.

Finally, Molly shook, and slumped in her chair, her hand falling away from Alice's tit. "Please. Enough, Jessica," she almost whimpered.

Obediently, Jessica slowed her movements, not wanting to shock her Miss with a sudden cessation. Gradually, she withdrew her fingers and lips, and gave Molly's pussy a final, worshipful kiss, then settled back on her knees.

Molly lolled her head to one side to see Alice gently petting Arin's head, and heard her whisper, "Thank you, Arin. That was wonderful."

Arin smiled up at Alice and replied, "You're delicious, Alice. I hope my Miss commands me to do this more often."

Molly caught Arin's eye and winked.

Arin blushed. But after a moment, Arin got a startled look on her face.

"What is it, Arin?" Molly inquired.

"Ummm... I was so preoccupied, Miss, that I didn't notice. I have to pee really badly. May I please?" she begged.

"Yes, my dear slut. But in a special way. Get up and go down the porch steps and wait for instructions. Ladies, let's go over to the porch railing, so we'll have a good view."

The three naked women arose and strolled to the railing, one woman on either side of Molly. They pressed in close against her, spreading the warm of their exposed flesh into hers.

"Come over beneath us, Arin, and lie down on the grass here on your back," Molly instructed, pointing to the grass right below the trio.

Arin complied quickly, the look of urgency growing on her face.

"Now brace your feet and raise your hips up high, and tilt your pelvis toward your face." 

Arin braced her feet and shuffled them toward her butt, causing her hips to rise up high as her back arched.

Molly continued with her instructions, "Reach down and grasp your labia. Pull them wide apart enough to show us your pee hole, slut." 

Arin flushed a deep red that spread from her cheeks, down her neck and to the top of her chest as she opened and exposed herself to the three pairs of eyes staring down intently at her. This was humiliating indeed.

But Molly, knowing Arin craved such humiliation, added, "OK, my slut girl. Pee like that. And as you start pissing, aim your stream so that it hits your tits and chest. Keep your mouth open, too. I want you to try to hit your mouth and swallow some."

"Will it taste bad, Miss?" Arin asked nervously. She had asked questions like this before, but obviously needed reassurance.

"No dear. It's a lot like sweat, and its also sterile, so you will not hurt yourself by drinking a little," Molly answered.

There was a pause at this point. Molly knew that Arin was struggling to convince her body to start urinating in this strange position. Jessica and Alice were not saying a word, but their eyes were glued avidly to Arin's open cunt. Perhaps they were re-evaluating their opinions about Molly's actions as a Dominant as she commanded Arin to perform like this.

All three women sucked a breath as a tiny yellow fountain began to bubble up out of Arin's pee hole. Once started, the fountain quickly grew, rising up about three inches, and splashing wetly on Arin's pussy lips and mound. Arin tilted her hips fractionally, and the vertical fountain transitioned into a yellow arch of fluid, falling first onto Arin's tummy. As she tilted a tiny bit more, the stream went sideways, striking her left tit. 

Arin over-corrected, the urine stream crossing her breastbone to inundate her other tit. Mouth open, Arin tilted her hips again, but this time the piss hit her forehead, causing her to quickly close her eyes as it plastered her forehead and hair wetly. Tilting blindly now, her hips' movements made the yellow fluid course back and forth over her face, some finally entering her mouth. Arin's mouth filled rapidly, and her piss overflowed the corner of her lip to stream down her cheek.

Finally, the stream abated, and the fountain lost its arch and became a dribble, then stopped. Arin held her pose, eyes closed, mouth open. Her onlookers could see the pool of piss still in her mouth as Arin was obviously deciding whether to swallow, or tilt her head and spit it out. An air current rising up along the porch edge carried the fragrant smell of her urine up to the nostrils of the watching women.

Arin made her decision. She closed her mouth. Swallowing motions rippled down her throat. She opened her mouth again, and it was empty. Molly was very proud of her friend, but noticed her face was screwed up slightly as she kept her eyes closed, since piss was pooled on her eyelids.

Molly turned to Jessica and Alice, asking, "Do either of you have a problem with urine?"

"No, Miss," Alice replied promptly.

"Not at all, Miss," Jessica answered. She looked sheepish and continued, "We actually enjoy golden showers, and being made to play with pee."

"Then take some of those tissues," Molly instructed, pointing at a box on a nearby table, "and carefully dab the urine off of Arin's eyes, so she can open them again." She watched the two lovely naked women scamper to do her bidding, grabbing tissues, romping down the steps, and kneeling next to Arin's head to clean off her eyes.

As Arin opened her eyes again, blinking gratefully, Molly called down, "OK, you two. Lick Arin's tits and face clean. Clean off every drop of urine."

Without hesitation, Jessica and Alice shuffled down to the level of Arin's tits and began licking. Molly couldn't see very well looking down from above, so she walked down to stand next to the trio. She watched the women bathing Arin's breasts with long slurping laps of their tongues.

"You can also suck, if you wish," she said kindly.

Jessica looked up at Molly and winked silently. She engulfed Arin's areola and nipple and sucked vigorously. Arin's pupils dilated and she groaned with a mixture of happiness and need.

Alice began licking Arin's face clean, and, loosely interpreting what 'sucking' meant, kissed her on her cheeks and lips, tentatively at first. The kisses soon became passionate as Jessica moved to suckle Arin's other breast. Arin was soon gasping and panting between kisses.

"Let me see now. I've had a wonderful orgasm, and so has Alice. But Jessica and Arin have not cum yet." Pointing at the latter two women, Molly told them, "Get onto your sides in a '69' position, and eat and finger each other until you both climax."

Arin flipped onto her side as Jessica stretched out alongside her. Each woman raised her upper leg to let the other have access to her pussy. Their heads starting bobbing as they made sucking sounds at each other's labia. Fingers wiggled into warm, wet vaginal passages. Their tits pressed against each other's lower belly as they struggled to work their tongues as deep as possible. They could not articulate with their mouths' full, but still could produce moaning and keening sounds in their throats as they dined.

Jessica yanked her head away from Arin's pussy long enough to gasp, "Oh fuck, Arin! That's fantastic!" She renewed her vigorous cunnilingus on the fragrant pussy under her nose.

Arin was not saying much, but Molly could see that her toes were curling in delight, and her hips were grinding against Jessica's face.

"Alice, we should not be passively watching this," Molly decided. "Kneel down behind Arin, and play with her tit and ass, while I attend to Jessica."

Alice knelt. "Any suggestions of what you would like me to do, Miss?"

"Yes. Give her some soft but encouraging spanks on her ass, and gently scratch a fingertip over her ass hole. She also likes have her tit grasped at the areola, so you can press and roll it and her nipple as you stretch them out. Like this," Molly explained as she demonstrated the movement on Jessica's visible tit. Jessica moaned loudly into Arin's cunt as this was done.

Alice set to work on Arin. Molly swatted Jessica's ass, making her twitch slightly. But when Molly started rubbing Jessica's asshole with a fingertip, the woman wriggled her hips so much that she was grinding her cunt against Arin's slurping mouth.

This tableau of the four naked women playing together on the green grass last several minutes. Ultimately, Jessica detached her mouth from Arin's cunt long enough to howl, "I'm cumming!!" Arin had been sucking her clit at that moment, so she was caught unawares as Jessica's cunt began spraying her chin with cunt juice. She quickly clamped her mouth over Jessica's pussy and sucked and swallowed greedily.

Jessica had her back arched slightly as she came, and had thrown her head back a bit in ecstasy. Arin got so excited to be drinking Jessica's cum that she herself started cumming while still sucking on Jessica. Therefore, she could give no warning as her pussy starting spraying Jessica's face. Jessica was still too caught up in her own orgasm to react. Her face got drenched.

Alice and Molly smiled at each other over the quivering mass of female flesh between them, pleased to see this outcome. Arin and Jessica clung to each other for quite some time, shaking in post-orgasmic aftershocks, and trying to get their breathing back to normal. Finally, they released their close embrace, and sprawled on their backs in the warm sun.

Molly looked down at herself, and at the three other women. Everyone was covered in sweat and cunt juices – Jessica worst of all – and there were smudges of grass stains here and there from kneeling or writhing. If truth be told, there were even some traces of Arin's urine in a few places.

"OK, everyone up," Molly ordered. "It's time for a nice refreshing swim in the pond."

The faces of the three submissives lit up with delight, and with whoops of joy they raced to the pond and plunged into its clear, inviting waters. Molly joined them, and everyone swam, splashed and played until cooling waters drove them back out onto the lawn to lay themselves down on some towels to dry off in the warm sunshine.

Later, up on the porch, Jessica and Alice dressed to leave. They knelt in front of Molly to submissively kiss her foot, in thanks. Addressing them, Molly said, "You two were wonderful today. I know Arin also enjoyed your presence immensely." Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Arin nodding vigorously in agreement. "You will definitely be invited back very soon."

"Miss, may I speak?" Jessica asked.

"Yes, my girl, you may speak freely," Molly replied. She enjoyed referring to this ravishing playmate as her girl.

Jessica also smiled brightly at hearing the words 'my girl' from Molly's lips. "I don't wish to sound too forward, but if it pleases you, Miss, perhaps next time we could stay for the whole weekend? And perhaps if you want me to, I could show how Arin's aunt used some of her toys on us?"

"That was stated very diplomatically, Jessica," Molly said with a smile. Jessica turned a delicate shade of pink at the compliment. "I remember asking you when we met if you could put up with my lack of experience as a Domme, and help me. I know that all three of you probably have darker cravings that are not being met yet. So yes, I think that's an excellent idea."

"Thank you, Miss. But please do not sell yourself short – you said I could speak freely. You certainly show remarkable instincts as a Dominant, as we have seen. You also radiate feelings of care and fairness, making us – I think I can speak for the others – trust and respect you more and more and make us even more happy to submit to you."

It was Molly's turn to blush slightly at hearing this praise. "Thank you," she said, with a voice choked with emotion. Raising Jessica and Alice to their feet, she and Arin both kissed them tenderly, and then watched the women return to their car. Everyone waved as the women pulled away.

Turning to Arin, she asked, "Did Jessica speak for you in what she declared, Arin?"

Arin, sank to her knees and embraced Molly's hips with both hands, pressing herself against Molly's legs, saying, "Oh, Molly!" Nothing more needed to be said.

(to be continued)



Arin's Inheritance Pt. 09



Arin was tied to the bed, blindfolded, spreadeagled and naked.

 She could not see it, but lovely red colored ropes ran from each of her wrists to the headboard corner posts, and from each of her ankles to the footboard corner posts. Underneath her were smooth purple satin sheets, whose contrast enhanced the beauty of Arin's lightly tanned body. A white pillow was beneath her head, so her brunette hair, fanned out around her head, completed the gorgeous display. Music from a CD player was audible, drifting in from another room.

 Arin had been tied up like this a few times before. She was thinking, "I really, really love this."

 Molly had asked her friend before, but she asked once again for confirmation, "You really like being like this?"

 "I do, Miss," Arin replied promptly, since the question was in synchrony with her current thoughts. She elaborated, "When I'm in this darkness created by the blindfold, my imagination runs wild. I'm quite helpless, bound like this. I imagine being a captive, sometimes of men, sometimes of women. I imagine them looking at me, making rude comments to humiliate me. Sometimes the comments are very bawdy, describing what they plan to do to me. I know that at any moment, someone may tease and torment my body, or climb on top of me and fuck me roughly. I really get excited, imagining these things."

 "I admit that I have noticed your pussy leaking after being tied up for a while," Molly acknowledged. "Sometimes it drools so much you leave a damp spot on the bed. In fact," Molly continued, "it may be doing it right now." She was already on the bed between Arin's knees. She leaned forward slightly and pulled her slut's labia a little to each side. Arin's muscles tightened briefly and the ropes creaked as she felt that unanticipated touch on her pussy lips.

 Light in that well-lit bedroom gleamed off the fluids seeping from Arin's vaginal opening, confirming her arousal. "Yes, quite wet. Oh! And your clit is fully erect, you little slut!" Molly exclaimed. Indeed, that small cylinder of pink flesh was quite firm, its smooth head protruding from its protective hood. Molly wet her finger and gave the clit head a feather-soft stroke with her fingertip. Moaning, Arin again tugged at the ropes that restricted her movements, not trying to escape; just letting her muscle contractions enhance her sensitivity. 

 What Arin didn't know was that on this occasion, Molly was working the camera on her phone. She was silently taking photos of Arin. The room was bright enough that the images were very clear, and any incidental sounds made were being masked by the music. Before she had climbed onto the bed, Molly got full body shots of Arin from the side, thinking, "Her tits rise up so splendidly from her chest with those darkened areolae and nipples at their peak. I wish my own were nearer her size." From overhead, Molly had also taken closer images of Arin's breasts with emphasis on her areolae and upthrust nipples. Now that she had parted her friend's pussy lips, she was getting shots of Arin's open cunt oozing its fluids. "I'd love to go down on her right now and suck her until she cums, but there's not enough time," she mused regretfully.

 Molly took a dildo, wet its tip in her mouth, and smoothly inserted it into Arin's vagina. It was one of the larger ones from their collection, causing Arin to lift her head and gasp as her pussy was stretched wide open. "OMG, is she going to make me cum?" Arin wondered. Her imagination kicked into overdrive, hearing taunts from her 'captors' as they took advantage of her vulnerability. 

 However, Molly only worked the dildo in and out briefly, getting her submissive's cunt to loosen enough to accommodate the toy's wide girth. Removing the dildo completely, Molly got an amazingly obscene picture of Arin's fully dilated vaginal opening as she heard Arin sigh in gentle frustration since her cunt was now vacant. "Wow!" Molly thought. "A little more work with this dildo, and then the next size larger, and I might actually be able to try fisting her someday. I wonder how she would feel about that?"

 This set of pictures complete, Molly carefully removed Arin's blindfold.

 It took Arin's eyes a few seconds to adjust to the bright light in the room. Therefore, she wasn't immediately aware that Molly was continuing to photograph her, but this time with her face fully visible!

 When Arin finally became aware of what Molly was doing, her facial expressions registered several different emotions. "Oh, Miss! You're taking pictures!" caused a display of shock and surprise. This was followed by a sexy smile as her natural exhibitionism manifested itself. As she noticed Molly taking a closeup of her now messy cunt, humiliation made her instinctively try to close her thighs together, but of course the ropes prevented this. "Oh my!" Arin uttered as her tanned face visibly paled and acquired a look of fright. She now realized her identity could be recognizable from many angles in these explicit photos. She turned her head to the side, trying to bury her face in her shoulder as a flush of humiliation spread from her face downward, ultimately covering most of the upper half of her torso. 

 "That deep red blush really looks fetching on you, slut," Molly chortled as she took another picture. 

 Arin trusted her friend, but she was leery about having it too widely known what a slut she was. Sure, Jessica and Alice knew, but they were also submissives, so they shared a common secret. Clearing her throat to strengthen her voice, Arin queried, "Why are you taking these pictures, Miss?"

 "I'm preparing some nice images for a little contest you are going to have, my girl," Molly replied with a grin. "Here, have a look." She held the phone where Arin could see it easily, and flicked through the pictures, loving Arin's various looks of dismay, excitement and even lust as she viewed her body on erotic display.

 "Now let's get your bindings adjusted." Molly untied Arin from the four corners of the bed. She tied Arin's right wrist to her right ankle with many loops of the red cording around her forearm and calf. Next she tied cording around Arin's right elbow and knee, leaving the knot at the inside of her knee. The other end of that piece of cording she secured to the top right corner of the bed.

 Molly next secured Arin's left wrist and forearm to her left ankle and calf. Another piece of the red rope tied Arin's left elbow to her left knee, again with the knot at the inside of her knee. The other end of this rope was tied to the bottom left corner of the bed, tight enough to draw Arin's knees wide apart. 

 Arin complacently allowed herself to be trussed up by her friend, thinking, "My Miss sure knows how to get me turned on. I couldn't cover myself now, even if I wanted."

 The submissive was now on her back, giving an marvelous display of full frontal nudity. Her arms and legs were pulled apart from each other because of the way she was tied and secured. Between her arms and legs, everything was visible – her breasts, her belly, her smooth mound, her labia, even her ass hole was visible. "Hmmm. I can make this pose a bit more lewd," Molly said aloud. She took some medical tape, and taped Arin's labia sideways onto her thighs. This brought into view her vaginal opening and the pee hole above it. "Someone is going to appreciate this sight," she judged mentally.

 Molly checked the clock, making sure she still had time for the final preparations. She patted her friend on her head, and said, "I'll be right back." Leaving Arin bound on the bed, she went into the attic to retrieve the rest of the items that she needed. She was gone for only a few minutes.

 Coming back into the bedroom, Molly went to the head of the bed and slipped an elaborate mask over Arin's head. The mask covered the majority of Arin's hair, and also covered her forehead, eyes and cheeks. It left only her nose and mouth visible, hiding Arin's identity. Arin's brown eyes peered at Molly through the openings in the mask.

 Molly turned away, and began setting up the WebCam.

 "What are you doing now, Miss?" Arin asked in a quavering tone of voice.

 "I'll explain in a moment, slut. I need to get this connected to the Internet." She heard Arin emit a startled gasp. But Arin remained obediently silent as Molly finished setting up the apparatus.

 Glancing at the clock, Molly gauged how much time she had for an explanation. "OK, my little slut girl who thrives on humiliation," she began, "here's what we are going to do. In a few minutes, this WebCam will begin a live broadcast to a special pay-per-view website. The subscribers are probably already sitting at their screens, avidly waiting for the show to begin.

 "I expect many of them are men, probably naked themselves. I imagine their cocks are stiffening, with their hands wrapped around them. That's because they're aware that they're about to see a naked woman on their screens.

 "The broadcast will last exactly 15 minutes. During that time, your job, Arin, is to try to untie yourself. If you manage to get free before the broadcast ends, I'll toss you a dildo and you'll masturbate with it, displaying what you're doing directly to the WebCam, realizing that you are giving a show to all of those viewers.

 "To give you a little incentive to free yourself during this broadcast, let me explain that there's a penalty if you fail to get yourself untied."

 "A penalty, Miss?"

 "Yes," Molly said with a smile. "You've seen all those lovely pictures that I took of you just now. Well, if you fail to untie yourself before the broadcast ends, those pictures will be sent to everyone you know, with your full name and contact information."

 Arin jerked in her ropes as she heard this, clearly shocked. "Everyone I know? Even my parents?" she sputtered.

 "Yes, sweetie. Everyone. Right now, with that mask on, you're anonymous. None of the viewers can see your face. So, as long as you get free within 15 minutes, lots of people will see you naked but they won't know who you are. I also suggest that as you struggle, be careful not to knock the mask off, or say your name or my name. Do you understand all this?"

 "Yes Miss, I do understand it," Arin replied in a very quiet voice.

 "Do you wish to safeword, my girl?" Molly inquired. In so doing, Molly was asking her friend if this was going too far. "If you safeword, I will untie you, and you just have to spend the 15 minutes masturbating for the crowd."

 Arin thought it over. She considered the way she was tied. Molly had cleverly placed the knots in locations that made escape possible. But Arin wasn't positive that she could do it in 15 minutes. Her mouth was dry, and her heart was thumping hard in her chest. She thought about the penalty – her friends and family having visual evidence of her slutty nature. How ashamed and humiliated she'd be if that happened. Perversely, it was that very thought of abject humiliation that brought Arin to her decision.

 Arin spoke, "No, Miss. I don't wish to safeword. I'm willing to take on this challenge for you."

 Delighted, Molly leaned onto the bed and gave Arin a long, sweet kiss. "That's my good girl," she whispered. Looking at the clock, she added, "Oh. It's almost time. I'll not say anything during the entire time that we are live, But I'll be adjusting what the viewers will see, changing the angles, and zooming in and out.

 "I have one other little surprise for you. I'll give you a countdown to let you know the moment the WebCam goes live. But don't start trying to untie yourself until I actually point at you. Understand?"

 Arin swallowed to dampen her mouth, and nodded.

 Molly checked the camera placement one last time, and then stood watching the clock's second hand as it ticked off the final seconds. Molly held up her right hand with all five digits spread apart, and then started folding them in, signaling, 4... 3... 2... 1... And they were now live.

 Keeping her back to the WebCam, Molly picked up a butt plug which she had lubricated earlier. Stepping up to the bed and carefully not blocking the camera's view, she held Arin's ass cheeks apart with one hand while she inserted the butt plug into Arin's ass hole. Arin groaned loudly and tilted her head back as she felt the stretch of her anal ring. Molly gave the now fully seated butt plug a final twist, stepped out of camera view, and pointed at her girl.

 Arin took her cue. Her struggles began.

 "Maybe one of my hands can reach my other leg," she thought at first. With a grunt, she powered her inner thigh muscles, their contractions making bulges in her skin that radiated right up into her groin, almost like arrows pointing at her wide open cunt. Ropes creaked as Arin used her arms to try to press her thighs together. They creaked, but they didn't budge. She couldn't even swing one ankle toward the other one far enough to reach.

 Molly had started with a wide angle view that displayed Arin's predicament – how her arms were bound to her legs and how her knees were bound to the bed corners. "Oh yes," she thought as she noticed how Arin's thigh muscles framed her cunt now. She smoothly zoomed in with a closeup that followed the lines of the contracted muscles until Arin's sex fully filled the screen. 

 The force of muscular contraction that Arin had applied to her thighs also compressed her abdomen. "Even more of her cunt juices are being pushed up out of her vaginal tunnel," Molly mentally noticed with delight. Her camera caught the glistening fluids as they trickled down from Arin's cunt to bathe the edges of the butt plug filling her ass hole. Her vaginal opening virtually winked and the butt plug poked out slightly and then was sucked back inward by her muscular efforts.

 It only took Arin a minute or so to realize her current approach to freeing herself was hopeless. "I'd better try something else, and fast!" she advised herself inside her head. Switching her tactics, she lunged her torso up off the bed, trying to bring her mouth to one of the knots by the inside of her knee. This proved more fruitful, her lips grazing the knot with her first few efforts. 

 Between these erotic-looking lunges, Molly focused the camera on Arin's tits as they wobbled all around due to her torso movements.

 "Oh shit!" Arin thought despairingly. Unable to get a good purchase on the knot her lips were grazing, Arin lurched frantically toward the knot on the other knee. This time, she was successful at grasping it in her teeth and gnawing at it. "Got it! Now, can I pull it open with my teeth?" Arin wondered, a tear or two streaming on her cheek from relief at making some progress.

 Molly was able to frame the shot so that the viewers could see Arin's teeth trying to undo the knot, as well as her open, drooling cunt. "Good grief! Look at how swollen Arin's clit has become! I have to get a tight closeup of that!" Molly reflected as she manipulated the camera to do so.

 Molly swept the camera back to Arin's masked face. Her friend was panting hard as her teeth finally undid the knot from the inside of her left knee. The submissive woman almost wept with relief, until she realized, "Several minutes have passed, and I've no idea how many." Her breathing was becoming ragged, and her body was dampened with sweat. Her left knee, freed from being anchored to the bed corner, allowed her to bring her legs together. Thinking of time ticking away, frantic now, she used her right hand to tug at the knot holding her left wrist to her left ankle. Her imagination was haunted by visions of the expressions on the faces of her parents and friends if they saw those pictures!

 Molly smoothly gave the viewers salacious views of Arin's cunt and ass as she struggled, then her hand working the ropes, then a side view of her bent torso, with one tit poking out between her body and thigh. Each angle gave great views of gleaming, naked, luscious female flesh in motion.

 Arin cried out an inarticulate whoop of triumph as her left hand was freed. She speedily untied her nearby right wrist, holding herself doubled over the entire time. When her right wrist was freed, Arin sagged her torso down onto her back, and worked the final knot on her right thigh loose. She was free! "Did I make it? Did I make it in time?" she wanted to cry out, but dared not speak. She was still uncertain whether she had made the deadline, as she lowered her legs to the bed with a sigh, keeping her pussy in full view, thighs open.

 Molly checked the clock. "She did it in eleven minutes, the agile slut," she thought with a smile. "I thought it would take her longer than that." 

 Arin had succeeded! Molly tossed her a dildo. Still masked, Arin's lips curled into a grateful smile as she grasped the dildo in one hand, and used her other hand to guide its head to the opening of her pussy, which gently pulsated, as if seeking to suck something, anything, into its depths. The dildo slid in deeply, with a loud squishing sound.

 Arin started fucking herself into a frenzy. She was so turned on that it only took a few strokes of the dildo, plus some fingering of her clit, for her first orgasm to seize her. "AAHHHHHHH!" she cried aloud as she continued pumping her cunt, writhing on the satin sheets. A large wet spot spread beneath her butt as she shook. 

 Molly zoomed into a closeup of the dildo as it slid in and out, showing how Arin's cunt lips clung to it as it moved outward, and then were driven back inward each time the dildo practically disappeared into her cunt depths. The closeup also reminded viewers that Arin had a double penetration going on, since her ass was still filled by the butt plug.

 Arin came once more before the 15 minutes were up. This time she almost doubled over from the intensity of her climax, screaming, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" As if the onlookers couldn't tell. Her tits smacked hard against her thighs as she shoved the dildo deep and her cunt squirted juices from its edges onto her hands. The eye of the WebCam drank in this glorious sight.

 The webcast ended, but Molly didn't immediately tell Arin that. She and her friend were having too much fun to cease abruptly. Molly set the WebCam aside and just reveled in the sight of her turned-on submissive pleasuring herself.

 Eventually, she removed Arin's mask, wiping the sweat from her face. She quickly stripped and straddled Arin's face, grasping her hair, holding her friend's mouth to her own cunt. "Eat me, Arin!" she demanded. "I need to cum. I need to cum right now!"

 Arin's mouth began devouring the fragrant pussy that was shoved into her face. She speared Molly's sopping pussy over and over with her stiffened tongue. Soon Molly keened a long sound of "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" as her cunt began disgorging her juices into Arin's mouth and onto her face. Riding her slut's face with a bucking action until her orgasm finally ebbed, Molly let go of Arin's hair and flopped onto the bed beside her.

 Drawing Arin into a close embrace, Molly first licked her own cum off of Arin's face, then followed that with a series of kisses, both passionate and tender. After a while, the two friends cuddled on the bed, as Molly remarked, "We earned a lot of money today, you horny slut. Tell me, did you ever once have the feeling that you wanted to lose that contest, Arin?"

 Arin's face flamed with shame as she revealed quietly, "Honestly, I think I did. The idea that you would show those photos around was rather mind blowing – and not in a bad way. That was the most exciting thing we've done yet, Miss." After a long pause, Arin continued, "Maybe next time you can add even more ropes, and tie me more tightly?"

 Flabbergasted, Molly giggled and replied, "Yes. Maybe. Or maybe next time the live webcast will show one or more guys fucking you senseless, for as long as it takes them to accomplish that. Many of them offered to pay to fuck you, you know. And that was just from the advertisement I posted of your nude torso, to give them some idea of what they might see today. I imagine whole legions more of them now want to pay for the privilege of sinking their cocks into you, after having seen you in action."




Arin's Inheritance Pt. 09



"But that would..." Arin's voice briefly trailed off. "That would make me a whore, Miss!" she blurted out.

 "Yes, it would. Do you want to be a whore, slut?" Molly asked her directly. She loved the way Arin's face gave the impressions of shock, desire, lust, and wistful hope as her friend thought this proposal over.

 Arin was thinking about men's cocks. Having them in her hands. The power she would feel while stroking them to fullness. Having them in her mouth, sucking and tasting their salty secretions. Having them in her pussy, stretching, thrusting, twitching, and spewing their hot loads into her depths.

 Taking a deep breath, Arin flushed prettily as she revealed, "I... do... want... to be your whore, Miss."

 Molly gave her a knowing wink.

 (to be continued)



Arin's Inheritance Pt. 10



Molly had arranged to have Arin away from the house for the day for the special treat of being pampered at a day spa. Therefore, when Jessica arrived, they had the house to themselves.

As Jessica walked from her car to the house, Molly admired the way the woman's simple light blue dress set off her auburn hair. When the wind lifted the woman's skirt hem briefly, Molly caught a glimpse of her pussy at the top of her luscious legs. Jessica made no effort to snatch at her errant dress -- she just continued her proud walk to the door.

"Welcome, Jessica," Molly said as she opened the door, letting her in.

"Greetings, Miss, and thank you for summoning me," Jessica said, gracefully placing herself on her knees and bending forward to kiss Molly's foot.

"Mmmm. I wonder if I'll ever get used to that wonderful feeling of your lips on my foot, girl." Molly looked down at her submissive as the woman stopped worshiping her foot and settled back into a kneeling position. "As I told you over the phone, I want to understand better about using the BDSM toys we found in the attic."

"Yes Miss. But you can gain a better understanding of their use in the basement, I think," Jessica said, tactfully.

"The basement? That's got the furnace, and a fuse box. It's wood paneled, but dim down there and rather unappealing. Arin and I seldom go down there. What good would that place be?" Molly asked with her brow arched in confusion.

Jessica grinned mischievously. "May I show you, Miss?"

Molly observed the twinkle in Jessica's eyes. "Of course, you little imp. Lead the way."

The two women descended into the dim basement.

"See?" Molly said. "This is a very boring place."

Jessica said nothing. She merely walked over to one wall where a few clothing hooks were fixed to the wood there. Reaching up, she twisted one of the hooks. There was a subtle click.

A section of the wood panels moved, revealing a hidden opening. Jessica stepped into the darkness of the opening, reached sideways and flipped a switch. Lights came on revealing a large room. Molly followed Jessica inside, where the woman showed her the location of the light switch, and also a similar clothing hook on the wall to manipulate the door open and closed.

Satisfied that she herself could work the door, Molly turned and found herself staring at various pieces of bondage equipment. There was a wooden frame dominating the space in the center of the room. Over in one corner was a cross shaped structure. Another corner contained cages, both large and small. Near the cross, she saw a saddle shaped thing with a dildo protruding up out of it, and recognized it as a Sybian device.

There were storage cabinets, their closed doors concealing their contents. Molly also saw a large wheel like structure, and next to it a sort of table. There was actually too much for her to comprehend at once.

"Holy Hannah!" Molly exclaimed. "What a room!"

Jessica smiled. "Arin's aunt loved to play," she confirmed.

"How did she get all of this stuff in here?" Molly queried.

"She had many submissives over the years, both male and female," Jessica explained. "I imagine she purchased the devices, one at a time, and had the submissives lug them down here. I know that Alice and I carried down that bondage cross, and the smallest cage."

"It looks amazing. I want to learn how to use all this stuff, and I can't wait to play with you, Alice, and Arin in this room. But I need to know not only how to use it, but what it feels like to the recipient. I only feel comfortable doing things to people when I understand the effects I'm having," Molly stated.

"That's very understandable, Miss. And also very commendable. I'm willing to help you in anyway that I can, of course."

"True. When we met, you promised to bear with me as I climb the learning curve of becoming a Dominant, since I am so inexperienced," Molly reminded her.

"You may be inexperienced, Miss, but you show very good instincts. Alice and I feel lucky to be yours. Being the Dominant is not an easy role. We're aware of this. Where would you like to start, Miss?" Jessica asked.

Molly sought her advice. "Where would you suggest? What would be easiest? I don't want to be clumsy when using anything."

"Hmmm. Perhaps the bondage cross. It's easy to secure the person to it, and they get to lean against it. Do you wish me to bind you to it, Miss?" Jessica asked, eyes sparkling.

"Yes, Jessica. How exactly is that done?"

"With cuffs, Miss. They are in a cabinet over here." She walked to one of them as Molly watched. "As I fetch them, would you please remove your clothing, Miss?"

"Oh yes. Of course. It makes sense to have the person naked before binding them in place," Molly agreed.

Jessica chuckled. "Well, yes Miss. Unless you want to tear or cut their clothing off while they're helpless."

Molly thought about having Arin all tied up, and ripping a blouse and panties off of her. The image made Molly shiver with delight. "I'll certainly keep that in mind," she told Jessica. "But I don't want this dress ruined," she explained as she unzipped and stepped out of it. She wore nothing underneath it. She also slipped off her shoes, and placed everything on the table, after blowing some dust off its surface.

Jessica had retrieved some cuffs as they were talking. Turning back, she saw Molly standing there naked. Walking back toward her, the auburn haired woman licked her lips as she looked Molly over, making Molly blush a little self-consciously.

Kneeling, Jessica began applying two of the cuffs to Molly's ankles. Whether by chance or deliberately, her hair brushed against Molly's mound as she turned her head to reach for the other ankle.

As Jessica stood, Molly held out her hands for wrist cuffs, watching carefully how Jessica buckled them in place, and observing the metal ring that stuck out from each cuff. She was feeling the first twinges of submission as her wrists and ankles were bound in the leather.

With Jessica, Molly walked over to the bondage cross, glad that the well lit basement room was warm and dry. Her naked feet did, however, leave footprints in the dust on the floor. She made a mental note to have one of her submissives sweep and vacuum the place sometime soon.

Jessica gestured. "The ankle cuffs go to these clips down here. They usually need no adjustment, since the submissive should be able to hold her legs that far apart easily. See how these clips will go to the rings on the cuffs you are wearing?"

"Yes, Molly answered, "They resemble the hooks found on the end of a leash for a very strong dog."

Jessica nodded. "That's right, and they open and close the same way as on a dog's leash. That makes clipping them on and off very easy. The upper clips work the same way. See?" she said, holding one up. "But anchoring the wrist cuffs requires an adjustment. The clips here are secured on longer ropes." Taking Molly to the side of the cross, she continued, "And the ropes go through these pulleys. The Dominant pulls down on the ropes until the proper amount of stretch is achieved, then secures the ropes on these hooks."

Molly looked closely, and nodded her understanding. "These rear hooks look like things I've seen on docks to secure boats in place." She wound the rope several times around the hook, and tucked it under itself. "Like that?"

Jessica tugged on the rope, testing that it was fastened firmly. "Excellent, Miss -- just like that. You'll see that the restraints on the other devices, such as the central frame, the wheel and the table, all have similar methods of holding the subbe. So what you learn here is applicable to those other items as well."

Molly returned to the front of the bondage cross. "I see the front of this cross is padded. Is that normal?"

"Some are padded, and some are bare wood, Miss. This padding avoids splinters if the victim grinds against the cross. Nothing but the best for Arin's aunt."

Molly took a breath. "I want you to pretend you're the Dominant, and I'm the submissive as we try this out. Can you handle that, Jessica?"

"Yes, I think so, Miss. After all, I experienced these devices with Arin's aunt, so I've got ideas of things to do. Also, it's not unusual for a Dominant to command one submissive to do things to another, thereby acting 'dominant' as they obey."

"Good. Because if I do things to you, Alice, or Arin, I really want to have a better idea of what the recipient experiences. I have no real desire to inflict pain, per se. But I understand that sometimes mild pain can either transform into pleasure, or heighten pleasure by contrast, or something. Am I making sense?" Molly asked, quizzically.

"Yes, Miss. Perfect sense. Some amount of pain often can heighten the pleasure received. Of course, not everyone reacts the same. For instance, I like things rougher than Alice does. But perhaps that's because her body is so petite."

Molly considered that statement before responding, "So that would mean that if I was using a flogger on you two, for Alice, I'd swing my arm with less power, and for you, with more power?"

"Precisely. And you can always start out more gentle and work your way up, watching the subbe's reactions. Well, let me demonstrate, if that's OK with you, Miss."

Molly swallowed hard, realizing that subconsciously she'd been chatting to delay this. "Come on. You know you need to understand this better," she chided herself mentally. "OK," she said aloud.

"Before we begin, what's your safeword, Miss?" Jessica asked, deferentially.

"My... s... safeword?" Molly stuttered.

Jessica began to explain. "It means..."

"Oh, I know what it means, Jessica. It just hadn't occurred to me that I'd need one," Molly stated flatly.

"Miss, while restricted, you might cry out words like 'no' or 'stop' because it's a natural reaction of your body. But if you had time to reflect, you might realize you don't really want things to stop -- you just spoke from shock or surprise. Sometimes screaming out such words actually helps you deal with the sensations. If you say those words, I would not stop. But if you say your safeword, I'll stop immediately."

Stark realization raced through Molly's mind. "OMG! I'll be placing myself into her hands! Restrained, I'll be helpless, trusting her. But I've said repeatedly I want to understand this D/s relationship from both sides. This is a way to learn from the submissive's viewpoint," she thought. "Do I trust her? That's the bottom line. I'm already getting a taste of how much Arin must trust me. This is certainly an eyeopening learning experience."

Her inner dialogue complete, Molly became aware that Jessica was calmly waiting for an answer. "Errr... I guess my safeword is 'red' or maybe 'redredred' if I can't control myself.

Jessica giggled softly. "Very well, Miss. The word 'red' said any number of times will work just fine. Now, will you please stand facing the cross, with your feet near the bottom arms of the 'X' it forms?"

Molly moved up against the padding of the cross, and shuffled her feet sideways, wider and wider, very aware of the exposure this created at her labia.

Jessica knelt down and snapped the ring of first one cuff, and then the other, to the clips firmly anchored in the wood.

As a test, Molly tried to draw her ankles closer together. They only moved about an inch. Her ankles were secured. She doubted she could even reach down to unhook herself unless she fell down onto the floor onto her ass. Then she might be able to lean over to one ankle and unhook it.

"May I have your arm, Miss?" Jessica said, quietly.

This was the moment of truth. Once even one of her wrists was secured, Molly would truly be unable to free herself. Hand shaking only slightly, she put her wrist into Jessica's outstretched hand. Her heart thumped hard as she heard the 'click' of the clip snapping onto the ring of the cuff.

Jessica worked the rope in its pulley, slowly drawing Molly's hand up and out until her arm was fully extended. There was a pause as Jessica secured that rope, and then walked softly behind Molly to grasp her other wrist and raise it to be hooked. Molly's heart was racing as her second wrist was drawn up, out, and secured. Her nude body was pressed firmly against the cross padding. Experimentally pulling downward with her arms, she felt only a tiny amount of give there. She was indeed helpless and vulnerable. What a sensation!

She had lost track of Jessica's position. There was a subtle click from behind the cross, and a panel in front of her face swung away like a small door or window, and Jessica, standing behind the cross, was staring into her face.

Startled, Molly could only say, "Oh! I can see you."

Jessica grinned. Was there an impish twinkle in her eye? "Of course, Miss. It's more fun if I, or others, can see your expressions, even though your back is to the room. How are you feeling?"

Molly checked her emotions, and responded, "Very helpless. A little scared. A tiny bit excited. Sort of breathless in anticipation."

Jessica's smile broadened, and her brown eyes gleamed. "Ah yes. Anticipation. You've touched on a key point." She strolled out of view. After a moment, her voice came from behind Molly. "Once you have the subbe secured, you can just stand, and watch her squirm, doing nothing to her. Just letting her anticipate what might be done to her when she's trapped like this."

Perhaps it was the verbal suggestion that triggered it, but Molly suddenly felt her body begin to squirm. Her knees tugged inward, she pulled with her arms. This made her torso rub on the padding slightly, moving her mashed tits a fraction. Overall, she could move very little, though. 

"Yes, you look delicious when you squirm," Jessica said, deliberately omitting the word 'Miss' now, since she was slipping into the role of the Dominant. After a lengthy pause, she slapped Molly's bare ass with her open palm. The 'crack' of hand on flesh was loud in the silent room.

Molly jerked, and gasped from shock. She barely had time to suck a breath of air before Jessica's palm slapped her other ass cheek, perhaps a bit harder. "Ow!" she cried out as her mind registered the stinging sensation.

Jessica reappeared in front of Molly's face, smiling with satisfaction. "How are you feeling... girl?" she inquired.

The sting in her ass was fading. Molly replied, "That was certainly surprising. Quite a shock, but better now."

Jessica locked eyes with her. "It is polite to say 'thank you, Miss' when you receive the gift of my attention, slut," she said quietly, but with purpose.

Molly started to sputter before realizing that Jessica was only doing what she, Molly, had commanded: acting as the Dominant. Gathering herself, she replied humbly, "I'm sorry, Miss. Please forgive my oversight. I'm new and inexperienced at this, but I'll try to do better."

Jessica crossed her arms, considering, then spoke, "A good answer, girl. But that was only my hand. We will see how you handle something, let's say, stronger." She disappeared from sight, and Molly heard a cabinet door open, a rustling sound, and then it shut again.

Molly trembled slightly in her restraints, wondering what 'stronger' meant. She didn't have too long to wait, just an eternity. There was a faint whistling sound that preceded an impact on her ass that made her cry out, "Ahhhh!" as she ground her body against the padding to try to escape the sudden stinging pain. "Thank you, Miss!" she called out, hoping that would satisfy Jessica. More whistling sounds. More impacts. "No, please!" she begged. The impacts continued, gradually getting stronger. The skin of her ass warmed up as her blood vessels dilated. When it felt like her ass flesh was on fire, the impacts ceased.

Jessica came into view, but her image was blurry. Molly blinked her eyes several times to clear the tears that filled them. When she could see clearly, she noticed the thin stranded flogger that Jessica was holding. "Stings, doesn't it?" she heard the woman ask.

Swallowing to clear her throat, Molly replied, "Yes, Miss. My ass feels like its aflame. Please tell me I will not have welts."

"Of course you won't girl," she assured Molly. "The trick is to not hit the same area several times in succession. Your ass is just a lovely shade of red at the moment. Too bad we don't have a camera."

Molly's face flushed with perceived humiliation. Perceived, should such images be made public knowledge. "Please, Miss. Not that. Anything but that." The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could censor them. She was experiencing a true act of submission.

"Anything, slut? You'd suck my toes? You'd lick my ass hole and stick your tongue deep inside it to please me?" Jessica asked, smiling.

Molly nodded, eyes tearing again.

"What, slut? I can't hear your answer," Jessica fairly growled.

Molly's eyes widened. Swallowing her pride, she whispered, "Yes, Miss. I'd suck your toes and lick and tongue your ass hole."

"Very good, you're learning," Jessica commented. "I noticed that even though you cried out 'no' you didn't safeword, did you? Did you remember you could?"

"Yes, I remembered, Miss. But the pain was actually tolerable, and my ass actually feels very good now. Sort of warm and alive," Molly replied.

"Do you think I'm doing all right in my role as a Dominant, then, Miss?" Jessica asked.

"Yes, Miss," Molly answered humbly. "I'm learning a lot."

With a strange smile on her face, Jessica went out of sight behind Molly. A moment later, Molly felt Jessica's cool hand caressing her butt. The sensation was astonishing! "Oh my!" Molly moaned. "That feels simply amazing."

"It does, does it?" Jessica whispered in her ear. "How does this feel, then?"

Molly felt Jessica's lips kissing her warmed ass. Kissing, licking, even gently nibbling. Molly moaned and moaned, even managing to stick her ass backward in offering for more. She felt Jessica's hand move between her thighs to cup the short, soft fur covering her mound. The hand slid from there down into her sex, parting and opening her labia. She almost lost control as Jessica's fingers dipped into her vaginal tunnel.

When Jessica's tongue began washing Molly's perineum, Molly strained to clamp her thighs together, and pulled and strained with both wrists to lift her body upward on the cross. Her efforts were mostly in vain -- she barely moved. But the tension in her muscles heightened the tension of her impending orgasm, driving her higher in excitement than she could ever remember.

Jessica expertly held her there, at the edge, trembling and shaking, for an amazing amount of time. Just as Molly feared her arm muscles would no longer be able to contract, Jessica shifted her tongue to Molly's ass hole, wetly licking it and then probing it as her fingers plunged deeply into Molly's cunt, rubbing her inner walls.

With a loud shriek of release, Molly came.

Her orgasm was spectacular! Her body jerked and danced in the restraints. The fact that she had absolutely no control of what was being done to her allowed her to completely let go and just experience. Her thinking mind went blank. She was just a mass of sensation. Her cunt spewed wave after wave of juices all over Jessica's hand. Jessica fingered her and tongued her until the noises she was making died away, and her muscles went limp.

Jessica gently removed her tongue and fingers, stood up, and pressed her body all along Molly's back, embracing her with warmth. She gently kissed Molly's ear and hair, whispering, "There, there."

Panting to recover her breath, Molly felt wonderful. She was in a hazy cloud of bliss. After several minutes, she managed to mumble, "What the hell did you do to me?" This was delivered in a tone of wonder, not one of censure.

Jessica giggled softly, "I think it's a good idea to make the subbe cum the first time she experiences a new device, so I made you cum, Miss."




Arin's Inheritance Pt. 10



"Wow, did you ever!" Molly breathed.

After letting Molly recover for several minutes, Jessica asked, "Are you ready for more?"

"More? OMG... there's more?" Molly asked, a bit incredulously.

"If you wish to learn, Miss," Jessica confirmed.

Wondering what she was getting herself into now, Molly nodded.

Jessica first unhooked Molly's ankles, so she could get her legs underneath her for support. That put slack into the wrist ropes, and she carefully unhooked Molly, supporting her to turn her around. With Molly's back against the now sweaty padding, Jessica again clipped her wrist cuffs to the upper ropes. "Please spread your feet wide apart now, Miss," she requested.

Molly complied, finding that as her legs went apart, she could use the ropes attached to her wrists to help support her as Jessica pulled her ankles far enough apart to once again secure them to the clips. Now Molly's naked front was on display, and very available. The feeling of immense vulnerability returned. Her highly responsive nipples were no longer hidden, crushed against the cross padding. Her swollen, puffy pussy lips were probably wide open, judging from the amount of arousal scent she was emitting, perfuming the air around her.

Jessica studied her for a minute or two, enough that Molly subtly squirmed under that intense gaze. Walking to a far cabinet, Jessica fetched out a few items, her back blocking Molly's view of what she was doing. She walked back, with the items hidden in a basket that she placed just out of Molly's sight behind the cross.

She stood back up, holding what Molly knew to be clover clamps. Holding one up, she slowly pressed its jaws open and closed several times, letting Molly stare at them as she did this. Molly expected that Jessica would use them on her nipples, but Jessica knelt down, and before Molly could react, clamped the jaws onto one of her labia. Molly was shocked, but managed to confine her reaction to a loud grunt as the jaws closed. The second clamp soon bit into her other pussy lip, causing a sound halfway between a grunt and a groan.

Jessica stood up, holding the chain that attached the clamps to each other in her hand. "The pain subsides pretty fast, doesn't it?" she asked.

Molly focused on her cunt, and realized that quite a bit of the perceived pain was actually due to fear that it would be painful. The actual sensations weren't that bad, and were fading. "Yes, Miss, it does," Molly replied. "They almost feel numb now."

Jessica waited a couple of minutes, merely looking at Molly, then stated, "That's right. Unless I do this." She gave a gentle tug on the chain, and Molly's cunt again felt renewed pain, which again faded quickly. "So, if you give the subbe time to adapt, you can stimulate her again with a tug." She paused, a bit dramatically. "Of course, what goes on must come off." She bent and quickly unclamped both labia at the same time.

Molly screamed lightly and rose up on her toes, pulling with her arms as sensations flooded back into her labia.

When she had settled again, she watched, helpless, as Jessica brought forth a flogger with wide straps. With gentle swings of her arm, she began covering Molly's tits with stroke after stroke of the flogger. Having felt the sting of the thin stranded flogger, Molly was fearful at first. But these wider straps had a different feel. Even when Jessica struck harder, her tits registered pleasure and poked forward, begging for more. Her areolae crinkled up as her nipples filled with fresh, hot blood.

When Molly's nipples were fully engorged, Jessica nonchalantly clamped them with the clover clamps, and let the chain dangle to Molly's belly. Molly's breath hissed as the pain blossomed in her tits. The transition from pleasure to pain was a heady sensation, but the pain faded fast, and pleasure remained. Molly was very aware of all of her tit flesh now, not just her nipples.

"This type of flogger can even be used safely directly on the subbe's cunt," Jessica whispered. Before those words fully registered in Molly's mind, Jessica flicked the flogger swiftly up between her open thighs. Its straps slapped against Molly's cunt with a wet, splatting sound.

Molly's sudden look of fear changed into astonishment as Jessica flogged her unprotected labia several times with rather forceful strokes. Her cunt grew more and more sensitized, glowing with excitation before Jessica stopped and went to the basket behind the cross again. Molly actually moaned with frustration, amazed that she wanted the woman to keep swatting her pussy.

Jessica produced a blindfold. As she slipped it over Molly's eyes, she said, "Blindfolds can have a couple of purposes. The subbe is plunged into darkness, forcing her to pay attention to her other senses. Such as touch." As she said this, she trailed a lazy fingertip over the skin of Molly's sensitive breasts.

In her mind's eye, Molly 'saw' that fingertip in motion on her chest, leaving a blazing trail of sensation in its wake. As the fingertip left her, Molly smelled the aroma from her cunt even more fully now, and blushed at proclaiming the slutty side of her persona so pungently. She heard Jessica's movement acutely as the woman rummaged around in the basket.

"The darkness can heighten the sense of suspense for the subbe, making her wonder what will happen next," Jessica commented. "But it can also hide what the Dominant is doing, if she has to do something that lacks grace, as I am doing now."

There was a pause, only punctuated by soft sounds of cloth and clinking of metal or plastic. Molly did indeed wonder what Jessica was doing. After perhaps a minute or two -- telling time while blindfolded is difficult -- Molly heard subtle sounds and felt a disturbance of air current that informed her that Jessica had stepped close in front of her.

Flinching slightly as Jessica swiped her hand several times along her cunt, Molly felt, after a moment, something placed at her cunt entrance that felt like Jessica's thumb.

"Ready for the unveiling, slut?" Jessica said in a low voice.

Molly mentally braced herself, and tentatively answered, "Yes, Miss." As the blindfold came off, Molly blinked in the room's bright light and looked down toward her mound. But before her eyes had fully adjusted, her vaginal tunnel was stretched and filled by the lifelike strap-on that Jessica was wearing! 

The 'cock' felt like the real thing, warm, and firmly pliable. The bulbous 'glans' plunged deep, bumping Molly's cervix just before it bottomed out. When the cock was fully sheathed inside her, the base plate of the strap-on pressed against her clit. Jessica moved her hips to pull the cock outward. The 'veins' on the cock shaft rippled along Molly's inner walls and made her labia vibrate as they were rhythmically plunged in and out. The lovely sensations made Molly's toes curl in reflex.

Now Jessica was also naked. She had removed her dress and donned the strap-on, laboriously positioning it, and adjusting its straps and buckles, while Molly was prevented from seeing any ungraceful movements. Jessica lifted the chain attached to the clover clamps and placed it between her teeth, and leaned back. The chain went taut, stretching Molly's tits forward and upward by their nipples, blending pain there with the pleasure coming from her cunt as she was fucked.

Helplessly spreadeagled and secured to the bondage cross, Molly could only watch and feel as Jessica played with her tits and used her cunt. Molly's pleasure built and built from being fucked so passionately, but the intermittent breast pain was just enough to nudge her away from orgasm each time. Jessica was in control.

Jessica continued fucking her lustily, holding her hips, while Molly whimpered and moaned. 

"Please, please let me cum, Miss," Molly begged, sweat trickling down her body. She tried to press her cunt forward to buck herself into orgasm. Jessica just grinned and leaned back farther, causing Molly's tortured nipples to blossom into pain once again, dampening her excitement.

Jessica was non-verbally teaching Molly how to control her subbe's arousal level. Finally, she unclamped one of Molly's nipples, causing Molly to start shrieking as painful sensations erupted when blood flowed back into the deprived tissues. Jessica quickly covered the nipple, sucking and licking gently with her lips and tongue to transform that sudden pain into ecstasy. When this nipple calmed down, she repeated her actions with the other one, the clover clamps crashing to the floor. Even while sucking Molly's nipples, Jessica continued fucking her.

Molly wished she could embrace Jessica, but the restraints held her firmly, helpless to do anything but experience whatever the other woman wanted to do to her.

As she finished her oral caresses to Molly's tits, Jessica pressed their tits together, kissing Molly firmly on her mouth, and fucked the powerless woman into a mind-blowing orgasm. Molly broke off the kiss as her head snapped back, her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth opened in a long cry, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

Jessica groaned as she saw Molly release, and proceeded to hump herself to her own orgasm moments later. The fancy strap-on she wore had a smaller second cock that was inserted into the wearer's cunt, and vibrated her from the inside, pressing her vibrating clit firmly against the strap-on's base plate. She held Molly in a tight embrace as they both shook, their thighs anointed by a fluid blended from both of their cum juices. Both breathing hard, their warm breaths intermingled. 

Spreadeagled as she was, and unable to hold or caress Jessica, Molly still felt it was one of the most intimate moments of her life. She could not wait to have Arin experience this room with her. Imagining her friend bound to these devices, able to do nothing but ride the waves of sensation, thrilled her immensely. She was grateful to Jessica for sharing this knowledge with her. 

Jessica's strap-on still filled her cunt completely, its base plate pressed firmly against her clit. Faint sensations of buzzing emanated from it. From the faintness of the vibrations, Molly guessed the strap-on had some portion inside Jessica's cunt with some sort of vibrator active in it. A marvelous item indeed, which she would have to try wearing sometime soon. Wetting her lips so she could speak, Molly whispered, "Jessica, I want you to do something for me."

"Yes, what would you like, Miss?" Jessica asked, with a mildly amused but quizzical expression.

"Remove the strap-on from us both, and leave me hanging here for a while. I want to be bound as I watch you ride yourself to orgasm on that Sybian machine," Molly instructed.

"Ooooo. Thank you, Miss! That sounds lovely," Jessica responded enthusiastically. She eased the strap-on out of Molly's cunt with a soft sucking sound, and began undoing its side buckles. When those came open, she pulled it forward, letting Molly see the second dildo section slide, gleaming, out of her wet cunt. "Here is the switch for its vibrator, Miss," she said, indicating a small knob on the side buckle of one of its straps. The faint humming stopped as she twisted it.

Moving to a cabinet, Jessica pulled out a feather duster and quickly swept the dust off the Sybian. Straddling it, she told Molly, "Normally, we might lubricate its dildo, but my cunt is so wet, I doubt I'll have any trouble." Lowering herself while holding her pussy lips open with one hand, she deftly slid her cunt down onto the vertical dildo. Molly heard Jessica's sigh of satisfaction as her cunt was penetrated so fully.

Looking over at Molly, Jessica grinned. "This probably won't take long, Miss. Bound like that, the sight of your naked body is quite inspiring."

Molly squirmed a little with delight, and blew Jessica a kiss. "Keep eye contact with me as you cum. I want to watch your expression."

Jessica blushed a delicate shade of pink. She set the control to a low setting. The dildo sprang to life inside her cunt tunnel. Groaning as she grasped the front of the saddle, she tilted her pelvis forward, pressing the region of her clit against the cluster of nipples that rose up in front of the dildo -- these nipples vibrated also. Jessica gasped from the rush of sensation, and quickly tilted her pelvis backward, giving her clit a respite. Again and again she teased her clit briefly on the nipples with tilts of her pelvis. Her breathing rate accelerated. She adjusted the machine to a higher setting.

Molly watched, spellbound and truly bound, as the lovely woman whipped her auburn hair forward and back as she wantonly bucked on the Sybian. Jessica's movements made her tits bob and sway erotically. Her flushed skin glistened, her sounds of arousal getting louder and louder. As she twisted and writhed on the Sybian, her intent examination of Molly's naked body on display made Molly feel that someone was holding a heat source at her cunt. In reaction, Molly began moving her own torso, pulling at the ropes.

Finally, Jessica leaned far forward, pressing her clit hard on the vibrating nipples, looking directly into Molly's face. Her mouth opened in what started as a silent scream, then transformed into a howl of release. Her hands went white as she clenched the front edge of the machine. Her dangling tits danced merrily beneath her slanted torso.

"That's my girl," Molly called out. "Keep cumming. Make it last as long as you can." She enjoyed the expressions of passion, lust, and wonder that coursed across Jessica's face as the woman rode her climax. Her released juices were quite fragrant, wafting over to where Molly was bound. Sucking deep breaths of air, Jessica shakily found the controls, and switched off the machine. Molly watched her slowly recover.

When Jessica regained control of her lower limbs, she raised herself up off the vertical dildo, dripping a bit from her partially gaping cunt. She padded over to the cross. "Thank you, Miss," she said with a breathy voice. She knelt and planted a reverent kiss on Molly's pussy, then rose up and kissed each of her breasts lovingly, and ended this display of affection with a tender kiss on Molly's lips. Once again, Molly experienced that feeling of acceptance that a submissive has when they have given over control to another person. She found a certain freedom in such vulnerability with a person she trusted. She hoped Arin felt like this with her always. It was worth discussing.

Jessica did not have to be told to release her. She did so gracefully, undoing the ropes, and carefully removing Molly's cuffs, sensing this was sufficient instruction for one day. She fetched Molly's dress and shoes, kneeling to carefully wipe the dust from Molly's feet before helping her put her shoes on.

"Thank you for a wonderfully informative lesson, Jessica. It really helped. I think I've a much better idea of these interactions from your viewpoint."

"You're very welcome, Miss. May I please clean up the mess I made, and perhaps the dust from the various surfaces?" Jessica asked.

Molly smiled. "You can clean up the puddles of cum that we made. And both of us can dust and vacuum, to get the job done more quickly. I want some time with you, cuddling on the porch."

Jessica smiled, beaming, and set to work. Not long after, the two women were dressed, embracing out on the front porch, as Molly verbally processed what had occurred. The answers to the questions she asked gave them both further insight, but mainly it was obvious that both women enjoyed this as a session of aftercare for each other. 

When Arin drove up, they all went inside to prepare and share dinner, and hear about Arin's day of pampering at the spa. Molly looked at Arin, visualizing her friend stripped naked and secured to that wooden frame in the basement room, and shivered with delightful anticipation.

(to be continued)