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Ginger Ch. 01

By: boston_steve



Yvonne and her husband lay together, spooning, in that somnolent state typical of two people whose coupling has left them both spent and sated. His semi-flaccid cock pressed up against the crack of her ass, and his arm was draped lovingly over her tummy. "There's no time like the present," Yvonne thought to herself, and summoned up her courage.

"Bruce?" she started.

"Yes, love?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course, Pet."

"No, I mean really love you. You know I'd never want to do or say anything to hurt you, right?"

She rolled over to face him and he placed his hand on her hip, a look of concern crossing his face. "So where's all this coming from, then?"

"There's something I want to share with you," she said. "When we have sex, have you ever thought about wanting to hurt me?"

"What, you mean like doing it a bit rough?"

"No, I mean more than that. Like spanking me, pulling my hair, pinching my nipples really hard. Maybe even tying me up, and making me do whatever you wanted."

"You mean some twisted S&M thing, like Story of O?"

"Yes, I mean something like that."

"No, I've never really thought about anything like that," he said. With that he fell silent, not really knowing what to say, and hoping that by not saying anything perhaps the subject would change without him having to do anything further.

Yvonne left him alone with his thoughts for a few moments, letting what she'd just said sink in, and then tried again. "Bruce?"

"Yes, Pet."

"Sometimes, after you leave for work in the morning, I come back to bed and think about things like that. It really turns me on, and I have the most amazing orgasms."

"Yvonne," he said, finally having something to say, lifting his head off the pillow and supporting it with his hand. "Why are you telling me all this? Why now? Is this something you want me to try and do with you?"

"Honestly, no," she said, biting her lip. This was going to be the hard part. "When I think about things like this, it isn't you I think about hurting me, dominating me." Seeing the look of concern cross her husband's brow, she rushed to reassure him. "Don't worry," she said, "it isn't any other fella either. When I have these thoughts I most often fantasize about being hurt, being dominated, by another woman."

This time she really had succeeded in shocking him. "Are you... a fucking lesbian? Are you planning on leaving me then, to be with a woman?"

"No silly, I have no intention of leaving you, for a woman or a man. I love you far too much for that. I do think I might be bisexual though, or at least curious. It turns me on quite a bit, thinking about what it might be like being with a woman."

Bruce didn't seem to have anything to say to that, and she lay there in silence, worried that she might have shared too much, that Bruce wouldn't be able to handle these things she'd just shared with him. Not really sure what to do, she struggled to come up with a way to un-ring the bell, to take back the words that had just come out of her mouth, and return to being a normal middle class married couple, with a sex life that was good enough in its way, if a bit on the boring side. But of course there was no way to do that, so she took the next best alternative.

"Bruce?"

"What, is there more?" he shot back. "Have we not got to the end of this nonsense yet?"

"Would you please reach into the nightstand drawer, and fetch my vibrator? I want to show you what it's like, for me, when I think these thoughts."

He reached into the drawer for her lipstick vibe, and almost flung it at her. There was no going back now, and Yvonne needed to see this through to the end, so she shut her eyes, shut out the sounds and sights of the room around her, shut out her husband's frosty reaction to what she'd tried to share with him, and focused instead on her fantasy. Her head filled with thoughts of being tied up, clamps placed on her nipples, of feeling the kiss of a flogger on her backside, on the back of her thighs, and on her tits. She thought about being with a partner with breasts: sweet, soft, squishy, beautiful breasts for her to fondle and suck on. She thought about being made to prioritize her Mistress's pleasure above her own, of the sweet taste of a pussy other than hers, and of being fucked from behind with a strap-on while her Mistress pulled her hair and called her filthy names, the ball gag in her mouth stifling Yvonne's own moans and screams. While she thought these thoughts, she held the vibe in place buzzing away on her clit. In no time at all her breathing became short and she started to moan. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she repeated over and over. Then she came, and more than that she ejaculated, squirting all over the bed and soaking the sheets right through, while orgasmic spasms wracked her body for what seemed like hours on end, but of course could only have been minutes.

Spent, she collapsed on the bed and opened her eyes, looking at her husband for the first time since she'd begun playing with herself in front of him. She scanned his face and desperately sought eye contact with him, seeking reassurance that he was okay, that she hadn't just fucked up her marriage beyond repair. "Are you mad?" she whispered.

"Mad at something that can make you do that?" he said. "Not bloody likely." He paused for a moment, reflecting, and choosing his words carefully. "It's going to take me awhile to get used to this, to let it sink in," he said, "but no, I'm not mad. I'm fucking turned on, is what I am." With that, he took her hand and held it against his crotch, allowing her to feel that, despite having just come inside her not half an hour earlier, Bruce's cock was once again rock hard. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began stroking it, as he rose up on his knees. She grasped his cock with both hands in this new position, and aimed it towards her tits, still stroking it furiously.

"Come on my tits, lover," she said, reassured by his reaction. "Show me how much it turned you on, watching me squirt for you, just like it will turn me on watching you come for me. Go on then, come on my fucking tits!" Bruce did exactly that, forcefully, his semen shooting from the head of his cock in white, ropy streams to land on their intended target. Yvonne kept stroking until the very last drop had shot forth and, suddenly sensitive, his cock recoiled from the touch of her hands. She got up to visit the bathroom and clean herself up, and returned to find him still resting in bed. "So we're alright?" she asked.

"Like I said, it's going to take me a while to adjust to all this, but I think so, yeah."

"Good," she said, smiling once again, "then you won't mind helping me change the sheets," and Bruce helped her do exactly that, prior to them falling asleep, both still naked, in each other's arms.

Ginger Ch. 02



I open my emails as soon as I get out of bed, this is not out of the ordinary for me it is something I have done since I owned a P.C but the last 2weeks since I met you I have opened then much more excitedly hoping to find one from you...

I met you on a swinging site through an ad I placed, a 1st for me but I had felt daring. Never did I expect to find someone who would push me like you do someone who could help me live out my fantasies. Yes I found you and you became my Master my Sir, my Dominant.

So here I am scanning the mail, Amanda, Dawn, Rachel, ahh-ha here it is...Sir. I click to open the message and it takes me by surprise, no hello nothing, all it says is be prepared. I ponder over this message for a while then think maybe you got distracted and will send the rest later today.

I have my morning shower loving the way the soap feels on my body, enjoying the hot water cascading down my back. I admire the two bruises you left on my breasts after our last session. One on each they are small about the size of a 20 pence coin but they are there and I look upon them with fond memories. How your hand squeezed and pinched and roughly fondled my breasts.

I lather up, get the razor out and extend my leg. Bending over I shave both my legs then I shave my pussy and underarms. I know you like me clean shaven and I do too. I love it when I have shaved and I masturbate the skin smooth and soft to touch. I stop myself from playing in the shower I have to go to work and can't afford to be late.

I grab a towel and dry myself off and put on my uniform. I don't wear any knickers under it I am feeling very sexy and knickers just hinder my mood. I must remember to be careful at work today. All I need is to bend over to get a syringe from the bottom drawer and I'd give some old guy a coronary flashing my cunt and ass from beneath my uniform. I must remember to bend at the knees today instead of the waist.

My day goes pretty routinely, nothing truly exciting, a few dressing changes and home visits and my day is almost over my last patient of the day is Mr Jones, a new patient he rang me today saying he had moved to the area and wanted to check out the local doctors before he chose a practise to join. He had asked if he could pop in for a look about as being diabetic he would be visiting the nurse regularly, he wanted to ensure he like the nurse. This was not common, most patients just join a doctors but I saw no harm in it.

My phone buzzed and the receptionist announced Mr Jones had arrived I ask her to send him in. I was straightening out the examination table when he came in so my back was to him I politely apologised and asked him to take a seat explaining I wouldn't be a moment.

I felt a hand clasp round my mouth, a hand grab my shoulder to spin me around. I wanted to scream but the hand over my mouth prevented anything other than a muffled squeak escaping. I had shut my eyes in panic and as I opened them I saw not a stranger but you, Sir, standing with a huge grin across your face. You lowered your hand from my mouth knowing now I wouldn't scream; you put your finger to your lips making the shhhh symbol then raised the hem of my uniform.

Oh how glad I was that I hadn't worn panties the look on your face as you saw my exposed cunt was one of shock, we hadn't known each other long and I suppose you hadn't expected the site you saw but there was defiantly an air of proudness to your smile too.

You spun me round and bent me over the examination table and spread my legs. You placed your cock at the entrance to my ass and I flinched. Now I understood this morning's email, oh god I hadn't lubed up my ass, I never thought this would happen, oh god this was gonna hurt and so is the punishment I will receive for not following your instructions.

You placed a hand on my shoulder noticing my flinching and ran a finger over the entrance to my ass, you slipped it inside me and tutted in my ear...you whispered "I know you got my message, so my little fuck toy didn't follow instructions, Hmmm you will have to be punished for this tonight when I arrive". Oh god you seemed so mad at me not having followed your orders (not that they had been clear), yet also unsurprised.

I felt your cock at the entrance to my ass again, you told me to be brave and you pushed your cock into my ass. Oh my God, I could feel every millimetre enter me, so big and hard; it felt like you were ripping my ass apart. Once your cock was fully inside me you allowed my ass time to become accustomed to its presence before you started to pump it in and out of my ass, fucking me like a dog hard and fast with no interest in my enjoyment just yours.

I sensed you were ready to cum and wasn't wrong, all of a sudden you spewed your thick hot spunk deep into my bowels, filling my ass with it as u gently slapped my ass. You pulled you cock out my ass and caught the cum that escaped with your fingers. You turned me round and put them up to my mouth. Clean this up bitch was all you said. I opened my mouth and you fed me your cum, I could taste my ass too. You smiled and left turning before you walked through the door saying, see you at 8...be prepared.

I straightened out my uniform and tidied up the treatment room before heading home. My mind raced at thoughts of how you would punish me this evening, being new to submission I didn't really know what to expect. I had read stories on BDSM on an internet site called literotica.com but they were just stories...weren't they?

My evening passed quickly I had tea and got ready for your arrival bathed and dressed and put on my make-up. I know you like lots of mascara and lipstick so ensured that I wore plenty, my lips shone and my eyes looked fantastic.

I sent you a message telling you I had had a hard day (you already knew that!) and that I was going to have a lie down. I told you I had left you a beer out and to just help yourself. Then headed off to the bedroom.

It didn't take me long to fall asleep, I was having a fantastic dream I dreamt about the time you had forced me to pee for you, and how you made me drink my own urine. I was awoken by your presence on the bed I was still very sleepy and you had climbed on the bed and were in the process of ripping off my tights. I was a little scared you seemed to be possessed with desperation to get to my ass. You had not greeted me just entered and started to rip at my clothing. 

I asked you what you were doing, begged you to stop told you I was scared. You put you're your hand over my mouth "shut the fuck up...you have disobeyed me you must be punished" was you response. You had torn the ass out of my tights and exposed my ass to you and it was now you spoke again.

"For disobeying my orders this morning you will receive 50 spankings you will count out and thank me for every one! Be warned though, you loose count and I'll be forced to start again."

You 1st spank was reasonably soft and I counted, 1...thank you sir the 2nd and 3rd came a little harder making my ass feel warm I imagined the pinkness starting to form. 2....3...thank you sir. Your hand alternated from short sharp slaps to firmer slaps with a longer period in-between 28...32...thank you sir...thwack came the next, this one stung more than the others and I forgot myself...28 thank you sir

"Hmmm for someone who did well in school my little slut sure can't count...since when did 28 follow 32? Lets start again shall we?"

This spanking went on for almost an hour in total, I had tears streaming down my face from both pain and pleasure I didn't want you to see my face. My mascara would have no doubt run with my tears and I must look a right mess. My face having been pushed into the pillow during the spanking session my lipstick would also be smeared across my face. You rubbed my ass softly admiring your work, my ass glowed a fantastic shade of scarlet and you could make out your hand print from the last slap.

You told me what a good girl I was, how I took my spanking so well but my punishment was not yet over. You pushed something under my nose I couldn't see it but it had a familiar smell. A smell I like, it took a while for me to register it was ginger. I tilted my head slightly and saw you had a piece of fresh ginger in your hand it looked like a finger of ginger you had peeled. It was flared at the base and I was a little unsure what it was for.

I felt you gently part my ass cheeks and push the tip of the ginger in my ass. Well if this is punishment then I didn't get it I mean it was so small, I had your cock up there earlier how was this punishment I could hardly feel it.

You laughed a small cheeky laugh, "just wait my little whore...you will understand soon..." and then I started to understand, all of a sudden the heat from your spanking seemed so inferior as the juice leaked from the ginger and was absorbed by my ass. It started as a warm tingle and progressed to a deep burning sensation. I started to thrash on the bed and wriggle begging you to take it out...screaming please I am sorry I wasn't prepared this morning, I'm sorry I won't disappoint you again, please just take it out I'll do anything...Sir ...Sir...SIR PLEEEEEASE.

But you just held me tight and whispered softly in my ear..."it will ease soon my slut, it will ease soon...you know how to end this if you truly want it to stop all you have to say is one word". Your voice was soft and comforting and I knew that the begging wouldn't make you remove it; I knew only our safe word would make you stop. I didn't want to use it I mean this was uncomfortable but I didn't feel unsafe I knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. I knew if you said it would ease soon then it would, so I lay still and tried to focus on the softness of your voice. It didn't take long and the fire that burned so strong started to ebb away.

My body went limp and I think I passed out for a moment as when I opened my eyes I could feel you sponging my ass with a wash cloth, the water cool and soothing. You told me to roll onto my back and I did as you asked forgetting about the state of my make-up I just didn't care I was so drained of energy. I looked up at you my eyes focusing on your face. As my eyes adjusted and you came into view I saw you smiling at me and everything felt ok, everything was forgotten once I saw your smile.

You picked up your camera and took a photo of me lying there used and exhausted looking rather pathetic. You kissed me softly and as I drifted into sleep I vaguely remember you telling me...what a good slut I had been...how proud you were of me for taking my punishment. I slept soundly that night knowing that I had pleased you because that's why I gave myself to you that's why I submit to you because I get my pleasure from knowing you are happy.



Ginger Ch. 02



A couple of months later the two of them sat in the front room of their semi-detached home on a Saturday afternoon, enjoying a cup of tea together. Since that night when Yvonne had first shared her kinky fantasies with him, Bruce had found himself again and again asking her to masturbate to her fantasies in front of him. He didn't understand in the least what it was that drove his wife to desire what she did, but there was no doubt the effect her fantasies had on her. Bruce found himself being turned on by, and getting off on, her state of arousal, without needing to understand what caused it.

He sat there now unusually silent, even for him, as he turned an idea over in his head, trying to examine it from all sides. He was on the verge of proposing something to Yvonne, but unsure whether doing so was a good idea or not. Just in the time he'd been sipping his tea he'd probably changed his mind a half dozen times. He was just now realizing how much courage it must have taken for her to open up to him, and the conclusion he kept coming back to again and again was that he owed it to her to be equally as open and courageous in turn, consequences be damned.

"Yvonne?" he asked, still not at all sure he was doing the right thing even as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Yes love?"

"These fantasies of yours - your twisted S&M thing - have you ever thought about making them more than just a fantasy?"

"Are you serious?" she asked, the look on her face betraying just how startled she was by Bruce's question.

"Never more so," he replied.

"You mean actually look for a woman, a dominant woman, for me to be with?"

"Something along those lines, yeah."

"How would we go about something like that then?"

"I've heard there are sites on the web for that sort of thing."

It was Yvonne's turn to be quiet for a few moments as she tried to take in what he was saying, and as concerns of her own presented themselves to her.

"You're really serious?" she asked again.

"I am, yeah."

"Do you really think you could handle it? You aren't just saying this because you think it's something I want, but afterwards you'd have second thoughts that would eat away at you, and lead to problems between us? Because quite honestly, Bruce, causing problems for us was the last thing I wanted to do when I shared my kinky fantasies with you. I did that without any notion of them being anything more than a fantasy, and if keeping this as a fantasy is what our marriage needs then I'm more than okay with that."

"I'm not sure I can properly explain this," he said, setting his cup of tea down on the coffee table and taking her hands in his, "but let me try. I've seen the effect these fantasies of yours have on you, on more than one occasion now. This is clearly something you need, something that turns you on, and at the same time it isn't something that I can do for you. Quite apart from the fact that I'm not a woman," he said, causing both of them to smile, "I don't get this whole domination thing that you seem to crave, it certainly wouldn't do anything for me, but the fact that it turns you on as much as it does is a turn on for me."

He paused for a moment to let his words sink in before continuing. "Since this isn't something that I can give you, then it doesn't pose a threat to me if you were to get it from someone else, as long as it was all up front and you weren't sneaking around behind my back or anything. Does that make sense?"

"You're really serious?" she asked again.

"Love, we've been through that. For the third time, yes, I'm serious. I think we should find you a Mistress."

Another concern crossed Yvonne's mind. "You aren't just saying this so that you can have permission to shag another woman? Because honestly, I don't think I could handle that. I know that sounds horribly unfair."

"Not unfair at all, and no, that isn't what I'm after. I get all my needs met by you, Yvonne. There isn't anything I want, sexually, that you can't give me. I clearly can't meet all of your sexual needs, so it makes sense to me that you might benefit from having someone else to meet the ones that I can't."

"Oh Bruce," she said, leaping out of her seat and throwing her arms around him as she finally came to terms with the fact that he was offering her a serious proposal rather than making a cruel joke. "You are the most wonderful, intelligent, secure man that a woman could possibly hope to have for a husband. I swear I was the luckiest girl on earth the day that you asked me to marry you."

Later that afternoon they found an online dating site that specialized in BDSM relationships, and Bruce helped her set up a profile. Then they sat back to see what would happen. At first things didn't go well. A number of women flat out refused to consider her upon learning that she was married to a man, and one initially promising prospect turned out to be a man masquerading behind a female screen name. Just when she was on the verge of giving up, Yvonne's profile was winked at by Karen, an American woman who worked for a management consulting firm, and who was on assignment managing her firm's London office.

Yvonne and Karen spent some time getting to know one another on-line. In Yvonne, Karen found a willing and eager student hungry for knowledge and experience about BDSM, while Yvonne found Karen to be a patient and knowledgeable tutor. Several evenings a week would find them chatting away on the computer. Karen gave her pupil things to read, and felt her out about her own desires and interests, and also gave her a series of small tasks to do and report back on. Yvonne shared many of the things she and Karen talked about with Bruce, and while he still in no way understood where his wife's kinky desires came from, the fact that they turned her on continued to be a turn on for him. At the same time, he wanted to monitor closely what Yvonne was doing with Karen, and vice versa, to ensure that his wife wasn't getting into a situation that might be dangerous for her.

Eventually things progressed to the point where Karen and Yvonne planned a face-to-face meeting, a prospect that made Yvonne both nervous and excited. Karen invited Yvonne and Bruce to meet her for dinner at a restaurant in the city, with an open invitation for Yvonne to accompany her back to her flat if all went well. The two women exchanged mobile phone numbers, and enough of a description to be able to recognize one another. Yvonne hemmed and hawed over what to wear, bending Bruce's ear incessantly with the various options before eventually settling on a royal blue strapless dress. Barely knee length, it had a scalloped neckline that set off her slender neck and shoulders nicely.

The weekend before they were to meet Karen, Bruce took Yvonne out shopping for some suitable new lingerie: a black strapless bra, a pair of black stockings and some matching suspenders. Karen's instructions to Yvonne were to not wear any panties under her dress, a prospect she was a little uncomfortable with, and Bruce even more so. They'd be traveling down to London on the train and then taking the tube once they got there, and he had some serious reservations about his wife traveling on public transportation, even with him, with her cunt totally uncovered under a dress that short. At the shop they found a pair of crotch-less panties that came in a set with the strapless bra, and he suggested that wearing those would be virtually the same as going commando. Yvonne quite agreed with her husband's reasoning, and as her husband was being so helpful and supportive in all this, she felt that making this one small concession was the least she could do for him.

It was more than a little odd for Bruce, but also surprisingly arousing, to find himself standing at the checkout counter at John Lewis purchasing lingerie for his wife that she hoped would be taken off by someone else. This feeling was even stronger the following weekend, as he helped her shave and get dressed for their evening out and select jewelry to complete the ensemble, picking out a long string of black pearls and a pair of citrine earrings that contrasted nicely with the blue fabric of her dress. Yvonne threw a shawl over her shoulders as protection against the chill, and as they walked out the door and towards the station together, Bruce had butterflies in his stomach.

On the train ride into London and then on the tube from Euston Station, Yvonne was both nervous and excited at the prospect of meeting Karen, and glad that Bruce was with her. As they drew closer to their destination she started clinging to her husband's arm as if for dear life. For his part, Bruce made most of the journey in pensive silence. He was accompanying his wife to have dinner at a rather posh restaurant with a woman who wanted to have sex with her, and nothing in his previous experience had quite prepared him for such an event. Feelings of jealousy fought with those of arousal, while both mingled with a fear of what this might mean and where it might lead down the road. By the time they made their way out of the tube station and onto the city streets the lump in his throat was quite prominent.

As they entered the restaurant Bruce explained to the maitre d' that they were meeting someone while Yvonne looked around expectantly. Karen was already there, and stood up to greet them as the maitre d' brought them to the table, looking Yvonne over from head to toe and taking in both her appearance and her outfit as she did so. Karen was quite a bit taller than Yvonne had been expecting - she estimated about 1.75m - and not afraid to accentuate her height by wearing heels. She had wavy blonde hair that came just past her shoulders, and breasts that were quite a bit larger than Yvonne's pert ones, filling up her tunic like a pair of ripe melons. She was dressed in a pair of light grey trousers with a peach blouse, and a belted grey tunic over it that Yvonne guessed she'd thrown on to replace a more corporate looking jacket upon leaving the office The two women greeted one another excitedly, kissing each other on the cheek, and Bruce awkwardly held out a meaty hand.

"Bruce Morgan," he said. "Pleasure."

"Karen Claiborne," she replied, with just a hint of the American south in her accent. "The pleasure's all mine."

Karen turned out to be a wonderful conversationalist, putting them both at ease and making a special effort to include Bruce in the conversation. While they gave the menu a good looking over, Karen leaned over and whispered an instruction in Yvonne's ear that she was to keep her legs apart while sitting at the table, which in her crotch-less panties left her feeling wickedly exposed, but other than that the exchanges between the two women were more flirty than domineering. Over drinks and starters Bruce asked Karen some general questions about BDSM, and also about how she'd gotten into the scene and her experiences with it, questions that Karen answered patiently and willingly. It almost seemed to him that the American woman realized on some level that she'd already seduced Yvonne, and that it was him she needed to win over. He found that realization reassuring, his confidence increasing that in Karen they'd found a good candidate to help make Yvonne's fantasies a reality, and that if things did indeed proceed to the next step he'd be leaving his wife in good hands.

Later in the evening, as they were finishing their main courses, Karen asked Yvonne if she'd like to accompany her to the washroom, looking across the table at Bruce as she did so. Bruce nodded his head imperceptibly, and the two women got up and headed towards the loo together. Upon finding that they were the only two occupants, Karen pulled Yvonne towards her and kissed the shorter, darker, more slender English woman forcefully on the mouth. Yvonne was surprised by the suddenness of Karen's move, but also felt her cunt becoming even more wet than it already was. Her tongue reached out to meet Karen's, as she tried to savor every moment of her first kiss with another woman. She found it to be softer and, in a way, sweeter than kissing a bloke. Their kiss lingered, and Yvonne's hand found it's way to the American woman's breasts, which she was drawn to like a moth to a flame. She started imagining what it would be like later, when she could get her hands on them unencumbered by multiple layers of clothing.

Karen's hand started making its way up the back of Yvonne's thigh, but stopped abruptly, as did the kiss, upon finding Yvonne's ass encased in panties. "What are these?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry," Yvonne started to say, "Bruce wasn't comfortable with me traveling on the train without any knickers on, in a dress this short. These are crotch-less, leaving my pussy exposed, so we thought they'd amount to the same thing." Yvonne found her heart rate increasing, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl caught in some transgression, as she attempted to explain herself to this tall American woman whom she so wished to please.

"If I give you an instruction, as long as it's within your limits and doesn't impinge on your marriage, then your choices are to either use your safe-word, or to follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand?" Karen asked, as she grabbed Yvonne's hair in one hand and yanked her head back sharply.

"Yes ma'am," Yvonne replied.

"Lift your dress up above your ass," Karen instructed, "then pull your panties down around your knees and spread your legs apart." Yvonne did exactly that, and Karen grabbed her hair again and pushed her forward, bending her over the counter and bringing her hand down firmly on Yvonne's ass. Ten times Karen swotted her, and Yvonne found the combination coupled with the humiliation of being bent over the washbasin and spanked in a public loo while she watched herself in the mirror to be surprisingly and powerfully arousing. The spanking complete, Karen held her in the same position as she fingered her to orgasm before bringing her fingers to her lips, tasting Yvonne's cunt for the first time. Karen instructed her to finish removing the panties, which she did, at which point Karen picked them up and tucked them into the front pocket of her trousers.

Bruce had had about enough of pushing his veg around on the plate, and was just starting to think it was taking the women an unusually long time in the loo when he saw them returning. Before leaving the house that night, Bruce and Yvonne had arranged a couple of signals between them, one if Yvonne was comfortable with Karen and enjoying the evening, and wished to accompany her to her flat afterwards; another if she wasn't comfortable with the situation and wished to return home with Bruce. As she returned to the table with Karen, Yvonne flashed him the all-clear signal, but he knew without being told that that was the case. He wasn't sure quite why or how, but somehow in the time they'd been gone the dynamic between the two women had shifted.

The waiter cleared their plates and brought dessert menus, and as they perused them Karen looked over at Yvonne. "Tell him," she said.

Yvonne looked her husband in the eye with a bit of a twinkle. "We kissed," she said, "and I was spanked for being a naughty girl and wearing knickers." She proceeded to relate to Bruce the series of events that had just taken place in the washroom, up to and including Karen getting her off with her fingers.

Now it was Bruce's turn to look over at Karen. "I'm sorry," he said, "the panties were my idea. I wasn't really comfortable with the idea of my wife riding on the train, in a dress that short, with her privates exposed like that to all the world."

Karen placed her hand, the one that had brought Yvonne to orgasm, over his reassuringly. "You have absolutely nothing to apologize for," she said, while squeezing his hand ever so slightly. "Yvonne's transgression had nothing to do with you or your input. The thing is, this is going to be more difficult for Yvonne trying to juggle two relationships than it would if she were just with me, but that's a balance that she's going to have to learn. I'm not going to do anything, either with her or to her, that will impinge on your marriage, but within that limit she's going to need to learn when it's appropriate to accede to your wishes and when she needs to follow my instructions. In this case I'd given her an instruction that might have pushed her a little farther out of her comfort zone than she would have been willing to go on her own, and it would certainly have left her feeling naughtily exposed, but you and she would really have been the only ones who knew she wasn't wearing panties. There was nothing about it that would have put her in any danger, and she should have followed my instructions more strictly. Does that make sense?"

Bruce was reassured that Karen was dealing with him as an equal, and wasn't in any way trying to impose her will on top of or instead of his own where Yvonne was concerned. During the course of the evening he'd gained a certain respect for Karen and how she was handling things, and reflected once again on how lucky they'd been to find Karen. This was an adjustment that Yvonne was going to have to make, if she was to make this work, and Bruce nodded to indicate he understood.

The women were understandably eager to move on to the next part of their evening, so they collectively decided to skip dessert. Karen picked up the bill and the three of them made their way out of the restaurant and into the London night. Karen gave them a few moments of privacy to kiss their good nights, and as they did so Yvonne stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in her husband's ear. "Do me one favor," she said, "and don't stroke yourself off tonight. I promise I'll make it worth your while when I get home in the morning."

"Alright," he said, "if that's what you want. I love you. Now go have fun."

"I love you too," she said, and they enjoyed a long, lingering kiss, after which Bruce headed off towards the tube station while Karen hailed a cab.



Ginger Ch. 02



"Babe, no please don't go! You know that you mean everything to me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I need you." Kelly's tears started to flow almost as heavy as mine.

Well guys that was the last thing Kelly said to me before I stormed out of her house last week. Lost? Let me explain. 

Kelly and I became very serious about 3 weeks after we first properly met, and I had her in my bed. We didn't put any label on our relationship or anything, but I knew she was mine, and she knew I was hers. That's all that mattered. 

Here we are now, 5 months into our relationship together, it's the beginning of April. Kelly has really made herself at home with me and my family. My parents treat her like another daughter, and my little sister adores her. I came out to my parents when I was 16. I told them that I was bisexual, and at first they were iffy about it, but over the past 2 years they became extremely comfortable. It was just as if I had a boyfriend, they just wanted me to be happy.

But back to the little pow wow with Kelly's bullshit lies. Last Monday Kelly stayed home from school, and of course I had to check up on her, so after school I went to her house. I rang the doorbell to her beautiful almost mansion and she came to the door as peppy as ever.

"Hey babe!" she exclaimed.

"Umm hey?" I thought she was sick.

"What's wrong?"

"Well nothing, I thought you were sick or something so I came to see you." 

"Nope, I'm not" she assured me. "Just didn't feel like being productive today that's all!"

"Bad girl" I smiled and pulled her in for a kiss.

It's like we can never kiss without it turning into something. Being that Kelly was taller than me, and stronger, she lifted me by my thighs to bring me closer to her face. I was then basically sitting in her hands while she was standing infront of the door, it still wide open. She dropped me and separated from my face.

"Uhhh" I groaned, I was ready to do sex.

"Wait somebody might see us" she chuckled and closed her front door then made her way back to me. "God, you're so damn sexy." she met my lips again.

All I could do was groan on her soft pink lips. I then slid my tongue into her mouth, and her tongue played with mine. I sucked on it, it was soft yet strong. Kelly began to moan, then she cupped my boobs with each hand over my shirt.

"No bra?" she asked, breaking the kiss. "Your nips are so hard babe... fucking sexy." she continued.

Kelly began swirling her fingers around my erect nipples until I pushed her away and ripped my shirt off. She basically attacked me, pushing me up against the door, kissing. First she cupped my tits again then kissed me with the hardest passion. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth and on my lips. She left my mouth and licked down to my waiting tits while pushing my hands against the door above my head. She continued on, licking all around my chest and nipples, and finally a bite. The bite caused a silent scream from me, then I said,

"Fuck me, fuck me already damn."

Kells chuckled, let go of my hands, and used hers to push my pencil skirt down my legs. I stepped out of it and kicked it away. To both of our luck, I had no panties on either. She looked deep in my eyes and started making out with me again. Her left hand was pushed on the door behind me and her right hand made it's way to my vagina. I gasped at the first touch, but kissed her harder. She started massaging my pussy lips, feeling that they were wet, and I felt her smile. She left my mouth, trailing kisses down my neck, chest, stomach, and finally a kiss to my mound. 

"Go... do it" I urged, rubbing my fingers through her beautiful ginger hair that felt cold.

Kelly was then on her knees. She pushed my right leg up so she could get the right position. I felt a continuous lick from my mound to my ass. Now my front was facing the door. I spread my hands and laid them flat against the door sticking my ass out, ready. 

She slapped my asscheek extremely hard, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure. 

"Ready baby girl?" she asked.

"Mmmmm" was all I could say while biting my bottom lip.

"Poke it out" she slapped again "Further" oh her commands.

I did as I was told. Her hands spread my cheeks and I then felt her warm breath inside me. Followed by a tongue. Kelly started off rimming my asshole,

"Ooooo" I moaned and bit my lip again "Ooooo damn." I whispered, made a fist, and pounded the door lightly. 

Her hands pushed each cheek up and she licked faster. I swayed my hips from side to side and felt her keep with it. I put my left arm on the door and rested my forehead on it. My right hand made it's way down, cupping my tits, gliding down my stomach, then to my pussy. I'm such an impatient person, I needed release. First I just grabbed it, then slid a finger down my slit and back, then slid it in. My finger seemed to have a mind of it's own and found it's way to my clit. Swirls and rubs around the little ball. It then made it's way to finding my hole. Circled motion fingering and in I went. One finger, two, then finally three, pounding and fucking myself. I began moaning my 'oos ahhs and unhhs'. My ass pushed back into Kelly's face and her tongue stuck into my hole. 

"Unhh babe... I'm close" I slapped the door "Tongue fuck me baby" and pushed my ass some more.

I felt her tongue move inside me, and she then moaned. The vibrations of her voice made me peak.

"Fuckkkk I'm cumming baby" I screamed "Fuckk yeah, oh hell yeah Kelly" I managed to get out as I climaxed. I fucked faster and Kells licked faster.

I came all over my hand, and she pulled her tongue out. My legs trembled but I still stood. Kelly made her beautiful face up the back of my head as she stood. She turned me around and licked my lips. I kissed her, smiled, put one arm around her waist, pulled my other hand up and forced it to her mouth. She licked it gracefully, looking at me seductively. I kissed her neck as she licked my hand clean.

"Oh we're not done here, plenty more we have to take care of." Kelly said as she grabbed my hand with one if hers, and my clothes with her other. We went upstairs to her room and continued our love/fucking.

By the time we finished it was around 6pm. We both laid there under her sheets naked and talking, not realizing her dad would be home very soon. She pulled me into her body and started caressing me.

"Not again" I giggled. "Stop.. stop Kelly... Kell... Kel unh" she got me, kissing and sucking on my neck. The covers were pulled above our heads until we heard a deep voice.

"Kelly!"

We both peered out of the cover shocked. It was her dad standing at her door with an angry look on his face.

"Kelly Ann what the hell are you two doing. You should be.... Bridget? Bridget is that you?" he said confused.

"Yeah uhh hi Mr. Goldenburg" It was so awkward. 

"Daddy I can explain" Kelly tried coming up with something.

"What's there to explain huh? My daughter is a lesbian? Is that what you wanna tell me Kelly!?" he shouted.

"What does he mean Kells? I thought you said you told him already, like 3 months ago." I was getting impatient. "Kelly!" I screamed while letting my tears freefall.

She looked at both me and her dad with tears in her eyes. I didn't care that she was going to cry, she lied to me. I also didn't care about the fact that I was still naked, because I jumped out of the bed with her dad still standing there. I grabbed my clothes trying to put them on in a hurry, just enough to get me to my car without being naked. Kelly jumped out of the bed trying to do the same as me, and when I saw what she was doing I pushed by her dad, told her she was "such a bitch" and ran down the stairs. She quickly came after me and said,

"Babe, no please don't go! You know that you mean everything to me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I need you." 

As I stated before. I looked back at her and saw she was crying too, but I just did not care, I saw red. I was wiping my tears away so that I could drive away as soon as I got in my car. I did exactly that. 

Kelly would not stop calling me that night. She called me, tweeted me, wrote on my wall and inboxed me on facebook, anything she could do to contact me. I ignored all of them. It was a sleepless night.

******* 

Tuesday morning I dreaded going to home room. When I walked in a couple of seconds before the bell, I saw her at my seat. Her eyes met mine and I rolled them. I absolutely was not going to sit with her, so I went to sit by Mandy. At first Mandy was just Kelly's friend, but over the months we had became close friends too. I could feel Kelly's eyes burning a hole in my back, so I decided to give her a show. 

"Hey Mandy, hey Jess!" I exclaimed while placing my hand on Mandy's shoulder and bending over to give her a kiss on the cheek. Jess was a girl that sat at the table with Mandy, we weren't close friends, so I just kind of rubbed her shoulder.

"Hey you sexy thing you" Mandy said.

"Stop" I said shyly and blushed.

"No really, you look amazing today." Jess nodded in agreement. "Why are we dressed up huh?"

"Oh this old thing?" I was such a bullshitter.

I had on the tightest dress I could find in my closet. It wasn't slutty if that's what you're thinking. It was pink with a flower design on it, came to about 3 inches above my knees, and was long sleeved (like Kelly's when we first met). My long brown hair was slicked up into a Kim Kardashian looking ponytail, i had a diamond stud in each ear, and gladiators on my feet. I never really explained my body did I? 

I know I told you I'm 5'1 and have long brown hair. Well my eyes are green, by boobs aren't big, 32B, but they looked big compared to my body sometimes, my stomach is flat, when I flex you can see a 2 pack, my ass is big as I've been told, and Kelly always tells me I have barbie legs. Oh yeah, I have my belly button and my back dimples pierced. Kelly loved playing with those. But enough about my looks.

"Just felt like dressing for the season!" I continued.

"Wait, why are you sitting here?" Jess asked.

"Huh?" I said.

They both nodded their heads toward Kelly.

I said 'oh whatever, she's a fucking bitch' and continued to another topic. They looked really surprised but continued with me. The whole time Kelly stayed in my seat and gave me my space. When the bell rang, I tried to scurry out of the classroom. I said bye to Jess and Mandy, gave Mandy a hug, then started quickly down the hall so that I avoided Kelly. 

I heard footsteps running up behind me, but I didn't turn around. 

"Bridge... Bridget!" she practically yelled and grabbed my arm.

I pulled away and kept walking. She did the same as before and said,

"Will you just listen to me!?"

I threw my bag down, turned to her and said choking up,

"Talk!" tears started. "Tell me about how the past 5 months were a lie, about how much you lied to me, to your dad, go ahead."

She tried to wipe my tears, but I just pulled back and demanded her to talk. 

"Babe... Bridget I love you and I'm sorry" I rolled my eyes. "The past 5 months have been heaven for me. You just have to understand and trust me when I tell you that it's not easy to tell your over protective-thinks he knows what's best-father that you're into girls. I've tried so many times, but since my mom died he doesn't really pay attention to what I'm saying. Believe me please, trust me."

"How can I trust you Kelly? Huh? You've been lying to me for the past 3 months. I don't even care that you couldn't tell your father, I care that you lied to me about it."

"I know babe and that's why I'm trying to make things better. I don't know why I didn't just tell you in the first place, you were just so excited and I wanted to do anything to keep that smile on your face. I never wanted to hurt you Bridge, I love you. And I told him everything last night. I risked him kicking me out and losing his love all for you. I need you babe.." She was crying now.

The bell had rang already, and we were both late to our next class. Standing in the middle of the hallway together talking and crying. 

I looked deep into her hurt brown eyes, and I knew she needed me then more than ever. I took her face into my hands, wiping her tears with my thumbs, got on my tippy toes and kissed her forehead. It took me a good minute to speak, but I said,

"I believe you and I love you too babe. Just don't ever, ever lie to me EVER again."

"I won't, bible." she sorta whispered. 

I hugged her around her neck and barried my face in it while she hugged me around my waist. Me still on my toes while we were hugging, I moved my head and ever so gently kissed her lips then put my head back to her neck. 

I couldn't tell you how long our hug was, but it was amazing. I never felt closer to her than at that moment. She truly was the light of my life.

****************

Friday rolled around and Kelly told me to wait at her locker at the end of the day. Yeah we have 9th period together, but she had to stay about 10 minutes after to ask questions and shit. That ten minutes seemed like forever since I was standing in a deserted hallway on a Friday afternoon like a loner. I put on my headphones, turned on my favorite Skrillex song (Kyoto), and started rocking out. I closed my eyes and got lost in it, and sung out,

"Yo Skrill drop it hard!" I was dancing around like a fool, but I didn't care.

When I turned I opened my eyes and saw Kelly leaned up against the lockers just watching me.

I quickly pulled the headphones off and grinned shyly.

"Having fun?" Kelly smiled.

"Haha yep!" I answered.

"You're so cute Bridge" I blushed. "But today, right now, we're going to talk to my dad."

"Nooo, but why do..." she cut me off.

"No questions, we're going. He always knew you as my bestfriend, now we're ganna go hand in hand to him and set everything straight and he will have to accept it." she took charge.

"Uhh whatevs Kelly. But if he doesn't like me, I don't know what more I can do." I said nervously.

"Baby he already knows you, and he likes you, plus I told him that I'm a lesbian and you're my girlfriend. It's okay." she tried to sooth me with a kiss. "Ready?" she asked calmly.

I nodded. She held my hand and we walked to her car. 

"I'll just drive there behind you, kay?" my voice shaky.

She nodded, gave me a kiss on my cheek and got in her car. I went to mine and we drove off. 

As we pulled up to Kelly's house I saw her dads car parked. 'Oh God' I thought. I got out of my car and just stood there. Kells basically dragged me to the door. That was the first time I saw Mr. Goldenburg since our little incident in the bedroom.

"Hey pop" Kelly said and gave him a kiss.

"Hey sweetie. Bridget, hello how have you been?" Mr. G said.

"Uhh good thanks." I didn't bother asking back.

We both sat down across the kitchen island from him.

He stared at us for a bit then said,

"So you girls are really..." he didn't know what to call it so he brung his hands together. He sort of chuckled and so did Kelly.

"Yeah Mr. G I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for you to find out that way. I mean like I already thought you knew, but I'm so so sorry!" the words rammed out of my mouth.

"Hahaha calm down Bridget. It's fine, really. At first I was completely turned off to the idea, but if my little girl is happy, I'm ecstatic!"

He was so cool about it. I thought the convo would be totally different that day. We all went on talking, laughing, and getting used to the situation at hand.

"Babe you wanna stay tonight?"

I looked at her then at her dad then back at her.

"If it's okay with your dad" I said innocently.

"Of course you can, you practically live here Bridge!" Mr. G said.

Well I was always at Kelly's house and vise versa.

"Okay... okay yeah!" 

Kelly jumped up, my hand in hers, "Thanks pop!" and kissed him again. I did the same without even realizing that I just called my girlfriends father 'pop', and we ran up the steps to her room. 

"No repeats of Monday!" Pop yelled.

"We won't!" we yelled back in harmony. 

We lied.

Kelly pushed me on her bed and straddled me.

I hit her with a pillow. "No we can't!" I yell/whispered. 

"Whatever, come on, you know you wanna" she seductively said.

I shook my head no but was smiling which was inviting her in. I was smitten with the kid. She pinned my hands down and started kissing me. First my lips then she made her way down to my neck. She knew that my neck was my weak spot. She kissed and licked all around then focused on sucking one spot under my ear. The best spot. She sucked and she sucked hard. That turned me on so much and she made her mark, a hickie. She continued kissing her way down my neck and across my collar bone slowly.

"Please" I moaned.

"Please what?"

I was silent.

"Please what babe? Tell me what you want" she commanded.

"Uhh God, play with my nipples, my clit, just fuck me already." I groaned impatiently.

"As you wish" she smiled.

Kelly lifted my shirt off and I unhooked my bra. She grabbed my tits so fast and said that she missed them. It's only been since monday. She fondled with them then left them and pulled my leggings and thong off at the same time. 

She got off of me and stripped herself then bent under her bed and pulled out a box. I rolled over and read what it said,

"Magic Fantasies" Ooooo I thought.

Kelly pulled out the surprise of my life. A baby blue (my favorite color) 9 inch strap on. She saw my eyes get big and couldn't help but laugh. 

"I see you're already wet, but we don't have any lube." She put it on her hips.

"I'll fix that" I said devilishly.

She joined me on the bed on her knees and I got to it. I started with slow licks and sucks on it. Then she shoved it in mouth.

"Deep throat it bitch, suck my fucking cock." she said.

She started humping my face then pulled away. The fake cock glistening with my saliva.

"Do it... fuck me.. now." I said.

"Turn around."

I did as I was told and she rimmed my asshole with her finger. She rubbed up and down my slit making me wetter then I felt the tip of the strap on in my hole.

"Ooo" I lightly moaned.

She slid the cock in more then out then in and out. Pounding harder and harder my body swayed with each thrust. 

"You like that? You like when I fuck your asshole with my cock you little slut?"

I could only shake my head and bite my lip. 

She thrusted harder, but slower and I threw my ass back to meet each pound.

"Ooooo babe... baby... yeah fuck me hard babe.. Ahhh!" I practically cried.

I heard her giggle, then I heard the door creek open. 'Not again' I thought. Kelly jumped from behind me and I looked back then sat on the bed next to her. We tried to grab the cover to pull over us quickly.

"Whoa there, bad time?"

It was Mandy. She chuckled and walked to sit in the chair close to the bed. 

We were both speechless. 

"Um Mandy... umm we were..." I tried to say something.

"I could see what you were doing, it was hot. Kelly I've seen your body before, but Bridget, damn, I knew you were hot, but... damn." Mandy said.

"Hey!" Kelly yelled. "Don't call her hot, you know she's mine!!" She threw a pillow at Mandy, actually mad.

"Ok ok I know! But goodness. You both are fucking sexy." 

Kelly and I blushed. I looked at Kelly and she sort of nodded giving me the ok. I patted the bed and said,

"Wanna join? You're not too bad lookin yourself."

Kelly took off the strap on then we both got off the bed going to Mandy. She looked kinda scared and shy so I bent down and kissed her on her cheek gently. Then whispered 'it's ok'. Kelly pushed Mandy's blonde hair back and kissed her other cheek. She had a sundress on so I started rubbing up her thigh. She flinched at my touch but she smiled.




Ginger Ch. 02



Me and Kelly got up, each grabbed one of Mandy's hands to stand her up then stripped her down. I pulled off her jacket and stepped behind her kissing around her neck. Kells was infront of her giving her light kisses on her face, neck, and collar bone. I whispered into her ear asking her if she was ready. She nodded and said 'mhmm' so I pulled the straps of her dress down and her dress fell to the ground. I grinded my naked body against her back and Kells did the same to her front. Her plump ass was on my vagina and I wanted her.. bad. My left hand reached around her thigh and massaged her pussy through her thong and my other hand pulled her hair making her head come back and I kissed her lips. She's taller than both of us. Kelly unhooked her bra and played with her tits. 

"Nice tits my bestfriend has" Kells said to Mandy.

Mandy giggled and then moaned at what she just felt.

I pulled her thong down and was now playing with her bare lips. We stopped then went onto the bed. Mandy laid down, Kelly kneeled infront of her, face to vagina, and I laid under Kells. Kelly obviously started eating out Mandy because I heard cute little moans and felt the bed rocking a little, so I started eating my babe. They both got eaten to 2 or 3 orgasms. We decided to call it a night and crawled under the covers. Somehow I ended up in the middle of them and we all fell asleep. That was the night I found out that my newly out of the closet lesbian girlfriend is up for anything sexually. It was the best night I've had in a long time.



Ginger Ch. 03



I am lying in bed fast asleep, when I awake to the presence of someone in my room. I open my eyes but can't see anything; a scarf or piece of cloth has been tied around my eyes, blinding me. Still sleepy and confused, I begin to panic, not knowing who is there.

I am about to call out when I hear a familiar voice, a voice that sends tingles through me, a voice that makes my legs tremble and my pussy leak. Yes, it is your voice, Sir, and you instruct me to stand. As I stand I ask, "Why?" 

The sharp sting of your hand across my cheek is your initial response. "Shut up, slut! I have not asked you a question, so you have no need to speak. What I *have* done is given you an instruction, and all you have to do is obey. Do you understand?"

Your voice is harsh and you sound angry with me. I remain silent and feel your hand again, this time across my other cheek 

"I asked you a question, slut! Do you understand? Answer me!!" 

"Yes sir, I understand," I whisper softly, a quiver in my voice.

I was wearing just a short strappy T-shirt and a thong; I don't typically wear much in bed. You hand me my coat and tell me put it on, and also instruct that I am not to fasten it. You give me my shoes, and once I put them on you grab my arm and start to lead me through my flat and out into the cold night air. I can feel the wind attacking my lightly covered nipples, forcing them erect. The wind is harsh and my nipples began to sting. You lead me by the arm, pulling me, until I hear you open a car door. You put your hand on my head, pushing me into the seat.

You shut the door and there is a few seconds of silence as you walk to the driver's side. I hear the door open, I hear you sit in the seat, I hear the door shut, and then I hear the engine start. I try to focus on the way the car moves to get some idea where we are headed, but I get confused when it feels like you are driving around in circles. I guess you had worked out what I was trying to do, and you drive round a roundabout a couple of times to throw me off track. It worked. I sat there with no idea in which direction we are now headed.

After about 15 minutes, the car slows and it sounds like we are driving over gravel. You stop the car and get out. I hear you getting something out the boot before you come around and open my door. You take my hand and help me out of the car, take off my coat and lead me once again by the arm. We walk for a short time and then you stop me. I know we were in a wooded area, as I can sense the soft grass underfoot and hear the trees rustling in the wind. Since the blindfold prevents me from using my eyes, my other senses seem to become more alert. 

I feel you grab my arm and start to tie something soft round my wrist, perhaps a tie. You do the same to my other wrist and then I feel you pulling my right arm up and out. Once it is at about a 135 degree angle, I find myself unable to move it; you had tied my hand to something. 

I try to feel for something with my finger tips but only find air. You do the same with my left arm, so that I am standing in a Y position. Next you spread my legs and I can feel more soft material around my ankles and that familiar pulling sensation, until my legs are wide open and unable to move.

You have not spoken to me since you handed me my shoes back in my flat, and here I am, bound to something - I don't know what - bound tight in an X shape and unable to move. Then I hear you walking away. Fear fills me from my toes to my finger tips. I start to struggle against the restraints. Oh my God, you are going to leave me here, alone, tied up in a wooded area, God knows where. My ears strain for some sound that you are near. Do I shout for you and risk being punished for speaking without permission, because you are in fact close by, or do I remain quiet and find out you have left me, and my quietness prevents anyone from finding me.

I hear a noise a few feet away - it sounds like wood snapping. My head turns slightly to try and follow where the sound has come from but I hear nothing now, just the noise of the wind in the trees. I start to sob silently in fear, not knowing where I am or what to expect. 

Then I feel it. A soft finger brushing my tear away. You are here! You haven't left me. A sense of relief flows through my body and I smile softly knowing that I am safe.

"You won't be smiling soon, slut," I hear you say, and a swishing sound registers in my ears just as I feel a sharp sting across my ass. I feel you pull my head back by my hair.

"Count, slut!" 

Oh God! With all the feelings stirring inside me, I forgot to count! "Sorry, Sir. One, Sir," I whimpered. 

I continued to feel the sharp stinging sensation as I counted out, "Two … three … four … five, Sir. Six … seven … eight, Sir." 

This was a new sensation. It felt like the cane, but it was not as flexible and seemed rough and scratchy. 

"Eighteen, sir … Twenty-Nine, Sir."

Tears streamed down my face now, but not the silent tears of my earlier fear. I was sobbing uncontrollably now, my arms and legs aching from the restraints, my ass burning as hot as the sun, and I was finding it harder and harder to keep count. The numbers became harder to voice and they were hardly noticeable between sobs and sniffles.

"Forty-f-f-five, Sir."

Thank God my torment is almost over. My punishments always consist of fifty lashings; five more and I will be done, five more and I will be graced with his cock in one of my fuck holes.

"Forty-nine, Sir. Fifty, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I sense you move around to my front and then hear what sounds like the rustling of a bag. After a short pause, I feel cold metal against my left nipple. I feel it start to squeeze my nipple and I can only think that you must have gotten the nipple clamps and weights you once mentioned. You attach another clip to my right breast and tighten it to the same pressure. My nipples feel like they are going to explode and the weight from the clamps is pulling on my nipples, making me need to lean forward. You untie my hands and feet and I collapse to my knees, partly from exhaustion and partly from the weight of the clamps.

You lift my chin with your hand and feed your hard cock into my mouth. I can't seem to keep my head up, so you help me by grabbing a fist full of my hair on either side of my head and holding my head still while you fuck your cock deep into my mouth, the whole time telling me what a good girl I am;. Telling me how much of a slut I am. Telling me how you are going to feed me your cum. How my mouth is owned by you to use, for what ever you wish, just like the rest of my slut body. I feel the swell of your cock in my throat and know you are close to filling my mouth with your hot thick cum, ready to feed me what you know I crave. Oh, God, I could cry when I feel it running down my throat, tears of joy at the honour you bestow upon me by allowing me to drink your cum from your cock. 

You release your grip on my hair and I flop onto all fours, my face so close to the ground that I can smell the moist damp earth in my nostrils. I want to bury my face in the cool dampness of the grass and allow the dew to wash the sweat and tears from my face, soothing the salty sting they have left on my cheeks. 

I feel you moving my thong to one side, gently parting my ass cheeks, squeezing them as you do. You can feel the heat radiating from your earlier whipping, and you must know that your squeezing just increases the pain that I feel. You run a finger over my pussy, feeling my wetness, slipping four fingers deep inside me with ease. You use your thumb to put pressure on my clit and pump your fingers in and out of my pussy, my hips start to fuck back on your hand. You whisper in my ear, telling me I must ask for what I need, telling me to beg for release. 

I am not sure where I muster the energy from, but my throat crackles and I manage to squeak out, "Please Sir, I need to cum. Please fuck me, Sir. Please fill my wanton slut cunt with your cock. Please use my cunt to satisfy you and give me the release I need. Pleeeeeese, Sir"

You tell me that I am a good slut as you place your cock at the entrance to my ass. You put your hands on my hips and guide your cock deep into me. That first stroke has me cumming with such intensity, my ass is clamping around your cock, spasming with pleasure. You fuck me through another two orgasms before I feel your cock pulsing and throbbing, ready to cum.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

My alarm goes off and it's time to get up. That stupid alarm clock always disrupts my best dreams! I sit up, getting ready to get out of bed, and I flinch as pain sears through my ass. I can feel every welt, my body's torture etched into my tight aching muscles. Then I pull back the sheets and notice rope marks around my ankles. You enter the room with a breakfast tray and notice my look of surprise.

"You blacked out as I came in your ass baby. I've rung work and told them you are ill. Now eat your breakfast - I have a fun day planned and you will need all your energy."

I wish to thank MWTB. for his help with editing this story, without his help it would not have been released for your reading... 

M. had written some amazing stories such as 'Tired of Being the Nice Guy' and the 'Poor Amy' series...stories that helped me discover my submissivness!



Ginger Ch. 03



As soon as the cab pulled away from the curb, Karen turned towards Yvonne and started making out with her just like she had in the loo at the restaurant. Yvonne knew that the cab driver could see what they were doing in the rear view mirror, and rather suspected Karen of doing what she was doing in order to put on a show for him, but at the same time she was quite aroused at her burgeoning relationship with Karen being displayed in so public a manner.

The cab ride lasted about 20 minutes and deposited them in front of a luxurious looking block of flats. Looking somewhat disheveled, the two women made their way past the doorman, to whom Karen offered a perfunctory greeting, and into the lobby, which rose up the entire height of the building, atrium style. As they waited for the lift to arrive, Yvonne wondered briefly how many women the doorman had seen Karen escort into the building on other nights.

The lift itself was made of glass, looking down on the lobby below, and Karen punched the button for the 24th floor. Once they'd ascended past the 2nd floor Karen turned towards Yvonne once again, and Yvonne assumed they were about to resume making out. To her surprise, Karen instead reached behind her with her left hand and undid the zip to her dress by a couple of inches. With her right hand she reached for the front of Yvonne's dress, grasping the neckline between her breasts and yanking the dress down just enough to fully expose her bra, followed by pushing the bra down just enough to free Yvonne's tits from the cups and expose them. Karen reached into her trouser pocket to retrieve the panties she'd tucked in there earlier, and stuffed them in Yvonne's mouth. The whole thing, from expecting to be kissed to winding up on her knees in the lift with her tits hanging out and her panties in her mouth, had happened so suddenly that Yvonne barely had time to comprehend what had just taken place.

"You are about to enter my home," Karen said. "Those who come here as you do, do so not just to have sex with me, but also to submit to me. In this place you will address me as 'Mistress', and you will follow whatever instructions I give you without fail. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," Yvonne replied, lowering her eyes and finding her arousal growing at Karen's abrupt switch into Domination.

"Tell me your safe-word," Karen continued.

"Tottenham Spurs."

Karen chuckled a bit at that, and continued. "Very well, when we reach my floor I'll lead the way, and you shall follow along behind me on your knees. As this is your first time here I won't blindfold you at all, but on some future visits you may spend most of the time with your eyes covered. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

The rest of the ride couldn't have taken more than a few minutes, though it seemed like forever to Yvonne. She knew that no one down in the lobby below could realistically see them, but the position she was in made her feel so slutty that her cunt was positively dripping. Finally the bell chimed and the door opened, and Karen exited the lift and proceeded down the hallway three doors to the left, with Yvonne following along behind on her knees.

Karen opened the door and flipped on the light switch, and Yvonne followed her into the flat, looking around and taking everything in. The furnishing was simple but tasteful and luxurious, and there were small indications of Karen's kinky lifestyle here and there that Yvonne was surprised to see displayed so openly. The coffee table, for example, seemed to be a thick sheet of glass laid on top of a wire cage-like structure, and on the wall to the left was a St Andrew's cross, something Yvonne had only seen in pictures previously. Karen pointed her towards the toilet, and indicated that she should take care of whatever ablutions she needed to in there, and to return to the front room wearing only her stockings, high heels and suspenders.

When she did so she found Karen had set out an ice bucket on an end table, and was placing some items in it that Yvonne couldn't quite make out. Also on the end table was something that looked like a rather large teacup, only with a closed bowl-shaped top and a spout in place of a handle. From another room she heard a low whistle, and Karen left to fetch it, returning a few moments later bearing an electric kettle. She picked up the odd teacup with one hand and tipped it up, pouring boiling water into the spout just to a level where the cup could be set down right side up again without any water spilling. She set it down on the end table again and squirted some oil from a plastic bottle into the dome shaped top, where the water from the section below would warm it. A pleasant and distinctive scent filled the room.

"Ginger," Karen said. "Whenever I take a new sub I like to establish a theme that's unique to them. Ginger will be yours. I'll be including it as an element in much of the play we do, and I have no doubt you'll very soon find that the slightest whiff of it will be enough to make you very, very aroused."

Karen led Yvonne over to the St Andrew's cross and helped her to her feet, binding her wrists and ankles to the corners with short lengths of rope. She then poured a small amount of oil from the warmer into the palm of her hand, anointing Yvonne with it, starting with her neck and shoulders and continuing down her back and her buttocks before moving to her arms, chest, abdomen, and the soft folds of her sex. Karen was humming a soft tune as she did so, and Yvonne savored the first touch of Karen's hand on every part of her body. She found the combination of the warm oil and the scent quite relaxing, and started to drift off into almost a doze when she was brought back to full alertness by the sudden sting of a flogger on her shoulder blades. She had no idea how long the flogging lasted, but the cadence was regular and Karen moved around her shoulder, her buttocks and the back of her thighs. Just as she was starting to adjust to the sting, and to expect and even crave the landing of the next blow, it stopped.

Karen left her alone for a short while, and Yvonne began to drift back into a somnolent state. This time she was brought back to awareness by the simultaneous touch of Karen's left hand on her hip and an electric wand style vibrator on her pussy, bringing her from near sleep to being on the verge of an orgasm in a matter of minutes.

"You like that? You want to cum?" Karen whispered in her ear.

"Yes please, Mistress," Yvonne whimpered.

"In this place orgasms require permission, at the risk of punishment."

"Please Mistress, may I cum?"

"Do it! Cum for me now!"

Yvonne succumbed to the sensations on her clit, allowing her orgasm to course through her body. To her surprise, Karen didn't withdraw the vibrator as her orgasm started to subside, but rather held it in place, forcing another orgasm out of her, followed by another, and another. After the first two or three the orgasms ceased being pleasurable and became more painful instead, until Yvonne would have agreed to practically anything if she could just stop cumming. All in all Karen held the vibrator in place for about the same length of time as the flogging had lasted and then finally, blessedly switched it off and withdrew it.

"Your first lesson tonight was that you must strictly follow my instructions, or suffer the consequences. This was your second lesson: you experience pain when and because I want you to, and you experience pleasure when and because I want you to. If either or both of those happen to be enjoyable to you, that's a small matter, of little import compared to my desire that you experience them. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

Karen withdrew, and although she didn't dare turn her head to look directly, Yvonne observed her moving about the room, taking the glass plate off the top of the cage-like structure and standing it up behind the settee. She left the room, only to return a few minutes later having divested herself of her clothes. Karen untied Yvonne from the cross and led her to the cage, indicating that she should lie down atop it, on her back with her legs together and her arms hanging down on each side. Karen bound her to the cage in this position, and as she did so Yvonne got her first really good look at Karen's body, the full tits that she found so appealing, the length and long line of her limbs, the flatness of her tummy, and the neatly trimmed blonde down that covered her sex.

Karen fetched something from the ice bucket then knelt down on either side of Yvonne's head, one leg on each side of the cage, and attached a pair of very cold clamps to Yvonne's nipples. Yvonne gasped aloud at the sudden pain in her tits, and a shudder ran through her entire body as she adjusted to the sensations. She looked up lustfully at Karen's pussy, which was frustratingly just out of reach of her tongue, longing for her first taste.

"If you want it, ask for it," Karen instructed.

"Please Mistress, may I lick your cunt?"

"Good girl," Karen said approvingly, before lowering herself onto Yvonne's face, the sub's yearning tongue reaching out hungrily, needing on a primal level to taste her Mistress, to attempt to please her. Karen allowed her to do so for a few minutes before standing up abruptly. "Not bad," she said, "although of course you'll get better with practice. But for the moment I have a better idea." She left the room again and returned a few moments later with a double-ended penis gag and instructed Yvonne to open her mouth. Karen inserted the smaller end of the gag into it and fastened the strap in place around her head. As Yvonne struggled to adjust to the rubbery taste in her mouth, gagging just a little, Karen applied lube to the larger end and resumed her previous position, lowering herself onto it. She was quite literally using Yvonne as a sex object, fucking herself with an artificial phallus that was protruding from Yvonne's face. Karen reached for the wand vibe and applied it to her own clit this time, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm, squirting all over Yvonne's face in the process.

Karen untied Yvonne, and brought her some water to drink. After a brief rest for them both to recover, Yvonne found herself kneeling atop the cage in a doggy position. Her left thigh was bound to her left calf, and also to the cage, and her right leg was bound in the same way. Her arms were bound behind her back in a box tie, and a yoke around her neck was also tied to the cage, forcing her to keep her head down and her bottom up in the air. The position left her very exposed, but she also found it comforting being bound once again. For reasons she couldn't fully articulate, the feeling of the rope on her limbs made her feel very safe. She still had the ice-cold clamps on her nipples, and Karen was walking around her, examining her body from several different angles, and running her hand over Yvonne's bum and idly probing her pussy with her fingers.

"I know you've said in our electronic chats that corporal is a big fantasy for you," Karen said. "I need to know, now that you've experienced a little, how you felt about the flogging I gave you?"

"It was absolutely wonderful, I loved it," Yvonne replied.

"Yes, but how close was it to your tolerance limit?"

"I could take more. Quite a bit more, actually."

"And you are alright with me marking you?"

"Yes please!"

"Very well," Karen said, grinning wickedly, "you've just earned yourself a caning." With that she left the room for a minute, and returned carrying a rattan cane, as well as a small tin of something that she set down on the end table next to the ice bucket. Yvonne guessed the cane to be just short of a meter in length, with what looked like green cord wrapped around one end to form a handle. Karen resumed her pacing around Yvonne's cage, lightly tapping the cane against her ass as she did so. In her heightened sense of awareness it seemed to Yvonne that a subtle change had come over Karen just in the past couple of minutes. Her breathing was heavier, for one thing, and her voice slightly huskier.

"Count for me," Karen said, bringing the cane down smartly on Yvonne's bottom. "We're going to 20 today." The cane whistled through the air as Karen swung it, and it made a loud smack as it struck Yvonne's behind. The impact was enough to knock the breathe out of her, and without the ropes holding her firmly in place she would in all likelihood have wound up in a heap on the floor.

"Oh my God! One," she said. Karen continued walking around her slowly, letting her wonder when the next blow would land. Just when Yvonne thought she couldn't stand the suspense any longer, Karen would bring the cane down on her ass once more. With each successive blow Yvonne became more and more aroused until on the 10th blow she had an orgasm.

"You fucking slut!" Karen literally screamed at her. "Did I give you permission to cum?"

"No, Mistress, you didn't," her novice sub whimpered. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I just couldn't help myself."

Karen picked up the wand vibe and held it against her own clit as she continued swotting Yvonne's backside with the cane. Despite her Mistress' admonitions, Yvonne still couldn't prevent herself from cumming each time the cane landed on her bum, and by the 13th blow the sounds of her orgasms were joined by those of Karen's own, as the dominant American woman got off from the combined effects of the vibe on her clit and her domination of her English sub.

After the 20th blow Karen set the cane down, along with the vibrator, and rubbed some lotion into the now very prominent welts her actions had raised on Yvonne's ass cheeks and the back of her thighs. Next she unscrewed the lid on the tin she'd set down earlier on the end table, and Yvonne's nose once again took in a powerful whiff of ginger. "Powdered ginger mixed with lube," Karen hissed, seeing that Yvonne had identified the odor of the spice.

"It's going to really make it burn." With that she reached into the ice bucket and removed a rather intimidating looking glass anal plug. Wiping it off with a towel, she proceeded to coat it with the ginger lube. She took a finger and worked it slowly into Yvonne's ass, causing her to gasp from the sudden burning sensation brought about by the ginger. Once Yvonne had grown accustomed to the penetration Karen added a second finger, then removed them both and placed the tip of the glass plug at her by now slightly stretched opening. She paused there for a moment before slowly pushing it up Yvonne's bum with a single motion. Yvonne gasped under the assault of the various sensations she was simultaneously experiencing: the burning of the lube coupled with the cold of the glass while she was being stretched by the size of the plug.

Karen left the room again for a few minutes, and when she returned she was sporting a strap-on dildo fastened to her pelvis with a leather harness. Placing herself in front of her bound sub, she slathered her artificial phallus liberally with the ginger laced lube, instructed her to taste it, and then positioned herself behind Yvonne with one foot on the floor on either side of the cage and the tip of the dildo positioned at the entrance to her cunt. She waited there, leaving Yvonne quite literally dripping with anticipation.

"Please," she pleaded, "I need you inside me."

"Are you sure?" Karen teased. "It's really going to burn."

"I don't care," Yvonne replied, her breathing labored, "I need it. Fuck me! Fuck me, God damn you!"

The flat of Karen's hand landed on Yvonne's tender bottom at the same time Karen thrust the artificial prick inside her. "You will remember to address me with respect!" she admonished.

"Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry, Mistress," she gasped, just barely managing to remain coherent enough to speak. Many sensations were coursing through her body at once - the glass plug in her ass that refused to give up its cold temperature, coupled with the burning of the ginger it was coated with; the same burning sensation in her cunt, accompanied by the sense of fullness brought on by the rubber cock Karen was fucking her with; the very different burn on her bum cheeks from the caning she'd so recently received; the pinch of the clover clamps on her nipples; and the reassuring embrace of Karen's ropes on her limbs, holding her safely in place - she felt both very alive, and as if every nerve ending in her body was on fire, all at the same time. A series of unintelligible moans escaped from the depths of her throat as her body writhed from the effects of wave after wave of orgasm, each one originating deep in her cunt before traveling to the farthest tips of her extremities. Unconsciously she sensed that Karen was also cumming, but beyond that she lost track of time, or even any notion of where she was, as her entire existence was reduced to the cage she was tied to, the woman who was fucking her, and the need to ride the seemingly endless wave of orgasms.

Some time later her sense of awareness started to return. At some point Karen had shed her strap-on and harness, donned a white terrycloth dressing gown and was now standing next to Yvonne, running a hot, wet flannel that she must have fetched from the bathroom over her body. Sometime in the interim the plug had been removed from her ass, but she was still bound in place.

She was reassured and anchored by Karen's voice asking her, "is it safe to untie you now? I didn't want to do so until I knew you were back in the land of the living."

Yvonne nodded, still not trusting herself to speak. Karen untied her, and helped her rise to a sitting position on the side of the cage.

Her Mistress left the room for a moment, and Yvonne took the opportunity to shake out her hands and feet, which were tingling ever so slightly from having been bound for so long. When she returned, she set down a tray bearing a couple of bottles of water and a plate of stuffed grape leaves on the end table, before wrapping Yvonne into a dressing gown which matched her own.

"So that was good for you?" Karen asked, seating herself on the settee and inviting Yvonne to join her there.

"Oh my God, that was fucking amazing. It was like I'd only ever experienced sex in black and white before, and now I've had it in color for the very first time. I know that probably sounds daft."

"Welcome to my world," Karen said, laughing, while she handed Yvonne a bottle of water and offered her some grape leaves. Over the next fifteen minutes or so she questioned Yvonne about every aspect of what she'd just experienced: what she'd liked about it, which parts she hadn't been so fond of, where the evening's events had been too much for her, and where she might have liked a little bit more.

Satisfied that she'd extracted all the useful information she was going to get from her sub, Karen cleared away the dishes and set the glass top back on the cage while Yvonne paid another visit to the toilet. When she returned, Karen took her by the hand and quietly led her to the bedroom. As Karen flicked on the light, Yvonne got her first look at where this fascinating American woman slept. The bed was a generous four-poster, with a matching dresser on one wall and a nightstand next to the bed upon which stood a lamp and a fancy looking clock radio. The walls were off-white, with a textured plaster finish, and the windows were covered by a set of lace curtains, with a pair of solid plum colored drapes over them that Karen drew. The sheets on the bed were a solid pale lavender color, and the pillowcases and duvet cover were white with a block-graphic print of owls, pine boughs and blossoming flowers in black, red, gold and grey. Several very dramatic black and white photographs hung on the wall, and a couple of pieces of expensive looking porcelain stood on the dresser.

Karen unwrapped Yvonne's dressing gown from her body and hung it up in the closet, before hanging her own next to it. She pulled back the covers ever so slightly, inviting the young woman to climb into bed, then walked around to the other side and climbed in next to her. The two women lay on their sides, facing each other, Karen's hand resting loosely on Yvonne's hip, cuddling and kissing. She reached to turn out the light, and Yvonne stopped her.




Ginger Ch. 03



"Before you do that," she said, "I'd like to make you cum."

Karen laughed at this, loudly. "Believe me, you've already done that," she said. "There's a rush I got from dominating you that's quite indescribable if you've never experienced it."

Now it was Yvonne's turn to smile. "Not like that," she said. "You dominated me earlier, and fucked me, and it was good, and I loved every minute of it. But now I want to make love to you, between women, and see if I can manage better than 'not bad'."

"Very well," Karen replied, lifting back the covers to better expose her body to the other woman. Where their earlier activities had been hard, fast and intense, what Yvonne did now was soft and sensuous. She took the opportunity to fully explore Karen's body with her hands and with her tongue: her well sculpted arms, and the delicate line of her neck; the inside of her thighs and taut stomach; those wonderful, full, bouncy breasts; and of course the soft, moist folds of her sex. Yvonne had briefly tasted her Mistress earlier, while she'd been tied down on the cage, but now she took the opportunity to savor her cunt, lapping up her juices as if she were parched. Not one inch of Karen's body remained untouched and unexplored, as she tried to learn where her new lover liked to be touched, and how; what would make her nipples harden a little tighter, or her cunt start to drip just a little more. She felt quite smug at her ability to bring Karen right up to the brink of orgasm and keep her there until, finally having had her fill, she sent her over the brink with just a flick of her tongue. 

Both women sated, and fully spent, Karen finally did reach up and turn off the light, and a very short time later Yvonne slipped into one of the deepest and most restful slumbers she'd ever experienced.



Ginger Ch. 03



The morning after my threesome with my love Kelly and our friend Mandy, we all lay there entangled in eachothers arms.

*Bang Bang Bang* "Girlllssss!" 

The sound of Pop knocking on the door with his heavy hand and his yelling for us woke me up, quickly. Neither Kelly nor Mandy even budged. I shook the both of them and they sort of just groaned and rolled over. 

*Bang Bang Bang* "Girls get up, breakfast is on it's way!" pop yelled again.

"Uhhh we're getting up now Pop!" I yelled.

My yelling right near their ears startled them and they jumped awake. I looked at Kelly and she had that "after sex" sly grin on her face and rubbed my thigh. Then I looked to my other side at Mandy. While she jumped awake she gasped,

"What happened!?" she was out of it for a few seconds.

I laughed as she came back down to earth with her sly grin as well.

We were all still naked, and for all they knew Pop was still downstairs minding his business. I snapped out of their cuteness and said,

"Guys we gotta get up, Pop keeps banging on the door saying breakfast is on the way, c'mon!"

Kelly hopped out of the bed first and fast grabbing at anything she could to get dressed and clean up. Her nipples were erect and boobs perky and swaying as she hurried. God I wanted them, but I knew we had to go downstairs. Mandy and I followed, throwing on some of Kelly's random sweatpants and tshirts. Her room was hot and smelled like sex, but as much as I loved it I still had to open her windows and let it air out. Us being in Kelly's clothes from her closet, our clothes from the night before were thrown across the room, along with the strap on, it's box, and a pack of opened condoms. There were no guys there, but Kelly's kinky mind thought of buying Trojans deep ribbed condoms to put on the strap on to give me more pleasure. The box was open and thrown on the floor, but for some reason we didn't use one the night before. 'Next time' I thought. 

We cleaned up (stuffing things under the bed) then ran down to the kitchen. 

"Hey pop" Kelly said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodmorning Mr. Goldenburg" Mandy said with her sweet voice.

"Morning!" I said last and kinda patted his shoulder with a smile.

"Hey girls, I ordered us some breakfast from the diner a couple blocks away" Pop stood up motioning through the bags of food. "This one has pancakes, this one is full of sausage and bacon, there's two big bowls of scrambled eggs, one with cheese one without, there's 5 bagels here, and butter, cream cheese, orange juice and apple juice are in the fridge. I'm having coffee!" 

"Well gosh, we can't eat all this!" Kelly said.

"Speak for yourself!!" I exclaimed, and me and Mandy grabbed a plate and made our way down the 'buffet'.

We all laughed, got what we wanted, then went to the dining room. The table was small, 4 chairs, considering only Kelly and her father lived there. The three of us sat down while pop told us that he was just going to have a bagel and his coffee to go. He had to go to an early Saturday meeting for his job. We said our goodbyes and were left alone. 

There was an awkward silence at first, but then I burst out laughing. I've always laughed in dead silence. 

"Hahaha what are you laughin at babe?" asked Kelly.

"I don't know, it was just so quiet!!" I said between giggles. I heard Mandy chuckling too. My laughing died down enough for me to start talking.

"So..." looking at Mandy. 

"So what?" she said.

I looked at Kelly then back and Mandy.

"Soooo how was it... Last night"

"Duhh!" Kelly added.

Mandy blushed and grinned and looked down shyly. She shrugged

"I don't know.." and played with her food.

We both laughed at her being so shy about it.

"Stopp!" she giggled and threw part of her unspread bagel at us.

"Did you like it? C'mon we need to know!" Kelly urged.

"I mean like... yeah.. I guess" Mandy answered then stuffed her mouth with some food trying to brush away what she just said.

"Yay! That was our first threesome right Kells!?"

"Yup! And we're glad it was with our best friend" 

Mandy swallowed her food.

"This isn't gonna be weird from now on is it?"

Kelly shook her head no. I said,

"Not unless one of us makes it weird, I know I'm not gonna."

We all agreed to being just best friends again that just had one big bang one night. 

Mandy left a little later that day and I stayed the rest of the weekend.

***

Monday morning I rolled out of my own bed... literally. It took awhile being that my bed was so big and I was so small. I was half sleep and didn't bother to stop myself from rolling off. As my body made a thump to the floor I couldn't help but laugh at myself. 

"Ughh stupid floor!" I laughed some more. Well that woke me up, then I went to take a shower. After the shower I opened the window to feel the temperature. It was already about 70 degrees outside and the sun was shining, so I dressed appropriately. 

I put on a white cami and a white see through button up. I buttoned the bottom few buttons then slid my high waisted denim shorts over it, then of course... Sperrys! This pair were mainly white and lacey, but had dark blue tracing the bottom. I pulled my hair to the side and put in a fishtail braid, slid a dark blue beanie on, duh... ready to go!

Homeroom time! I walked in only to see three guys sitting around Kelly and Mandy. Josh, Blake, and a kid I knew since elementary, Shawn. I walked over slowly.

"Hey.. what's up?" I said wondering what was going on.

"Oh hey babe!" Kelly went on. "Move." she said to Blake who was right next to her. "Sit" I did. "We were talking about prom. Well our stupid ass school won't let you go as dates if you're the same sex, and we just found that out. Blake and Shawn didn't have dates and you know Josh is going with Mandy, so we figured that since we were all going on our little trip together afterwards, maybe Blake could be my pretend date and Shawn can be yours?"

That wasn't really my cup of tea, but I agreed anyway. They were nice guys that I loved hanging out with, so why not? We were gonna be together all weekend anyway. A couple of months ago we all chipped in our final amount to pay for a party bus to take us to and pick us up from prom and take us to New York. We would stay there for the night, explore for a bit, then have the bus take us to LBI on Saturday afternoon and leave there Sunday night. 

Just us young, crazy, probably drunk teens on a prom weekend away from home. What could go wrong right? At LBI we would be staying at my beach house that my parents bought a few years back. It was a big house, I've always wanted to live there and never leave. Prom was only a week away, so we had a lot of rearranging to do with our dresses and tuxedos in little time.

Both mine and Kelly's dresses were the same exact design. My dress was white with a baby blue band going around my waist to tie in the back. Kelly's dress was baby blue with a white band tying in the back. Her 4 inch heels white, my 4 inch heels baby blue. Trust me, it wasn't as tacky as it sounds. We took charge of Blake and Shawn's tuxes. 

"Shawn if you're taking me to prom, you gotta look the best." I said.

"What do you mean? I always look good girl!" he's so cocky.

Shawn is also a ginger. But his hair never looked tame. He would have a Justin Bieber swoosh, but he never kept up with it, so it was wild. He'd be totally cute if he just cut his hair.

"Shawnie.. hun, can you do me a huge favor? For prom?" I tried being as sweet as possible.

"Ummmmmmm depends..." he said suspecting.

"Can you please please please just cut your hair just for prom!!?"

"Uh uh, no!!" he exclaimed.

"Aww c'mon please... for me.." I gave him the puppy dog face and he caved. I knew he would since he liked me since freshman year.

"Uhhh whatever Bridge, fine."

"Yay!" I exclaimed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I jumped out of my seat, grabbed his hand, told Kelly and Blake we'll be back, and scurried out the door. He was hard to pull because he was about 6'4 and really muscular. He was the schools star quarterback. You think he'd have a date. 

I took Shawn to the best salon in town. That hair had to come off. About an hour and a half later the chair he was in spun around and I saw the cutest boy ever. If I wasn't happily in a relationship, I'd be all over Shawn. But shh, don't tell Kelly!

By the end of all the rearranging of outfits and everything, Blake and Kelly looked like a match made in heaven, and Shawn and I weren't so bad ourselves. But fuck the match made in heaven thing, Kelly's sexy ass was mine. 

***Prom*****

Prom rolled around, and we were all so excited. Everybody came to my house to take pictures before we'd leave. Mandy and Josh showed up with both of their parents, Blakes parents came with him Kelly and her dad, and Shawn drove here with his parents. It was like a mad house. There were so many people at my house taking pictures of us. My mom cried, she's such a cry baby. And my little sister was loving being around a bunch of people. 

The party bus pulled up which signaled it was time to go. We took one last group picture then loaded our bags for the weekend onto the bus, got in, and pulled off. 

Pulling up, people couldn't help but stare. 

After we ate dinner, it was time to party our asses off! The teachers that were there got drunk and were acting like part of the crowd.

I made my way to Kelly in the middle of the dance floor. I pulled her close and grabbed her ass. We swayed with the music, our foreheads resting on eachother. Her mouth right infront of mine, I couldn't resist. I gave her a peck then broke away from it. She smiled. Then I stuck my tongue out and licked her lips. I moved my arms up around her neck and she grabbed my ass. Her mouth grabbed my tongue, sucked on it a bit and we started making out. She lifted my dress in the front a little, then grinded her thigh into my pussy. I gasped at the feeling and kissed her harder. 

Since we were already swaying with the music, I changed a little to thrust into her thigh. It felt so good and I needed her. I broke the kiss moving my head toward her neck. 

"You're so wet baby" Kelly whispered in my ear. 

I smiled and opened my eyes. I saw we had an audience. 

"WOOO take her dress off!" I heard some random kid yell.

Kelly and I both laughed then separated.

"Not here!" Kelly yelled back.

I gave her a light slap on her arm and chuckled. 

The teachers were so out of it. The rest of the night we danced together, and shifted to Blake and Shawn, then back to eachother, then to other people. 

The last few minutes winded down and we were ready to head to New York. Our group stood at the entrance waiting for the bus to pull up. It was windy outside and I didn't have a jacket. I pulled Kelly in to cuddle with while we waited. Shawn saw that and offered me his jacket. 

"Aw thanks Shawn, you're such a gentleman." I said as he put the jacket over my shoulders. He smiled at me and walked over to Blake Josh and Mandy sitting on the wall. 

We sat on the wall on the other side of the entrance. Everybody gave us our space because they knew we were a couple. Kelly started talking and I cut her off with a kiss. It wasn't anything important anyway. Shawn's jacket was huge compared to us, so we both could fit in it. We were making out in the jacket of the kid that had a crush on me for years. We got so into it, I basically deep throated her with my tongue. She grabbed my tit furthest from her and I grabbed the side of her face pulling her in more. I wanted her badly. 

"Oh my god, GUYS!" I heard Mandy's voice.

Our kiss broke. 

"I've been calling you for like 3 minutes straight, save it for the hotel! The bus is here." Mandy understood though.

By the time we got to the city it was around 3AM. We checked in our beautiful hotel. We got one room, but it was two floors. Yeah almost all our money went to this. There were three rooms. One for Mandy and Josh since they were becoming an item, one for Kelly and I, and the other for Blake and Shawn. They were best friends, they shouldn't feel weird sharing a bed for a night.

"Wait Shawn!" I yelled as he went upstairs. "Maybe you and Blake should take our room, there's two beds and yours only has one."

"Oh yeah thanks you're a life saver!" he yelled down. "Dude get your ass outta the bed, we're switching rooms" I heard a thump like he threw something at Blake. "Wake up whorebag, we're going to Kelly and Bridget's room."

"Ohhh shit, hell yeah" Blake said.

"Not like that, we're switching rooms, they have two beds and I'm not sharing with your ugly ass" Shawn laughed. Blake came out of the room and they jocked around like only guys could.

We each grabbed our things and switched. 

"Hey loser faces, parties not over!" Josh screamed. 

Mandy bombarded our room only finding Kelly straddled on me. We had clothes on this time... well our bras and panties. 

"I know how much you two wanna fuck right now, but this is prom night and we haven't even drank yet, let's go!" Mandy exclaimed.

We groaned but got up and walked toward the door. 

"Gonna put some clothes on?" 

"Nope!" we exclaimed in harmony.

"Strip yours down like us" I said.

Mandy shrugged and did it. The boys were down at the mini bar all in either just shorts or their boxers. No shirts. Shawn looked even hotter, now I can actually see his muscles bare. Three girls no clothes, three guys no clothes. Even more of a risk of a fuck fest. 

They whistled and jocked around some more as we came down the stairs. Blake ran over and turned up the stereo as loud as it could go while Shawn and Josh poured 6 shot glasses. 

Us girls stopped after 3 shots and the guys decided to keep going. We're light weights and were drunk already. 

Mine and Kelly's kissing led to Mandy joining. She just stared at us at first then said,

"I want some" and waltzed over. I felt Kelly's hand move from my hip and she grabbed the back of Mandy's head and pulled her in. I reached my arm around her. We had our 3-way make out sesh. I felt Mandy's tongue come out and force it's way into my mouth. I stuck mine out and our tongues danced around. Kelly felt left out so she darted her tongue out and joined. We weren't even kissing at that point. All three tongues playing with eachother. Licking and playing around.

"Hey that's my girl!" Josh drunkenly yelled and walked toward us.

Mandy left the kiss and met Josh halfway. I heard Shawn and Blake play fighting, then something shatter. We were all drunk and found it funny. I saw Josh and Mandy feeling up one another and starting to make out. The boys continued and so did we. They were the only lonely ones so they pretended to have a bromance. 

"Hey you wanna come to my room Blake!?"

"No. You gotta buy me a drink first then you can feel me up." 

They're hilarious.

"Take her bra off Kells!" Shawn yelled.

"Ughh you're such a douche." said Blake still in character.

Kelly did as he said and unhooked my bra. I moved my arms to let it fall. Then she tugged my panties off, and I did the same to her. We started to do the same thing as we did on the dance floor at prom. I drove my pussy into her thigh. I was riding it hard. I felt my juices on her leg, I was sliding around her thigh. We were giving the boys the best show of their lives. 

"You're so ready baby." Kelly whispered.

"You do this to me" I groaned.

She made her way kissing down my neck to my chest. Wasting no time, she sucked on my nipple. Her hand played with my other. My nips were so hard, finally getting the attention I wanted all day. 

She started walking forward causing me to go backward. I fell onto the couch and she switched tits. 

"Ohhhh yeah, unh" I moaned and ran my finger through her hair. 

Finally I felt her leave my tits, trailing kisses and licks down my torso, sticking her tongue in my belly button as usual, then she spread my legs. She was on her knees on the floor infront of me. She skipped my vagina and went to my thighs. Kisses went up and down each leg. She's too much of a tease. I wanted her all day. 

She gave her last kiss on my upper thigh, then a kiss on my pussy lips. They were parted due to my swollen aching clit. 

She slid two fingers in to my cunt and I moaned in pleasure. I tried pushing her face closer to my pussy but she just resisted and finger fucked me harder. She kept fucking faster and harder then slid in another finger. I started meeting each thrust, forcing my hips up, cringing in ecstasy. I could hear my wetness being swished around. Pretty soon she felt I was stretched enough and added her last two fingers and clutched them. 

Kelly started fisting me. That was my first time and I was scared at first. 

"Uhh no..." I tried to say, but that faded off rather quickly. It felt really good.

She bent her head down and sucked on my clit, not letting up on her fisting. It felt way better than some guys cock. She licked and sucked circles around it. She bit my clit and pounded into my cunt and I came, no warning. 

"OHHHHH FUCKKKKKK!" I moaned. "Oh my fucking God, shit... damn!!"

Kelly pulled out with a sorta popping noise. I came all over her hand and face. I pulled her up to my face and I could instantly smell my musky and fruity aroma. I licked what I could off of her face and kissed her passionately. She broke the kiss filled with my creamy cum, and brought her hand up to my mouth. I took it into my mouth willingly licking and sucking cum off that too. 

I peered through my almost closed eyes over at Josh and Mandy. They were both naked an Mandy was on her hands and knees. Josh was on one knee behind her and his other leg was supporting him. They were fucking doggy style. It was so hot. 

He was giving her the hardest bangs of her life while he twirled her hair in one hand and yanked it back. She screamed out so loud, her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. 

Josh slowed down, then stopped. 

"Train?" he asked.

"Mmmhm" was all Mandy could get out.

Josh pulled out and stood up. Mandy grabbed for his arm, and he helped her up. 

"Bro, come here, she wants a train" Josh said to Blake.

Blake happily stripped his boxers off and put on a condom and went over to them. Josh gave Mandy a kiss on the lips and turned her to face him. 

"You got the back son" he said to Blake.

They waited no time and dove in Mandy. Blake threw his head back. He probably hasn't been laid in forever. 

Mandy was such a lucky girl. She had two hot guys fucking her at the same time. Both of their cocks were at least 7 inches. 

By then, the room wreaked of sex. And just as I was about to go down on Kelly I whispered to her,

"Do you think Shawn should join us? He's the only lonely one now"

"Well I don't know, he likes you" 

"Yeah but I mean like, look at him, we're all drunk anyway"

"I guess it couldn't hurt" she said.

I turned to Shawn and smiled. He smiled back really big. 

"You wanna help out?" he was so cute. "C'mon, take off your shorts" I urged.

I flipped Kelly on her stomach to get her asshole. 

I gave her few licks then darted my tongue in her hole. I used my hand to finger her pussy, and got as far as 3. Her body shook and her ass pressed up against my face. 

"OHHHH baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum!!" she moaned.

With that I pinched her clit and she came for me. I didn't stop though. 

Finally Shawn made his way over and I told him to do whatever he wants. He started doing the same exact thing to me as I was doing to Kells. I ate and finger fucked her to 3 more orgasms. Shawn, being that he was a guy and I was used to a females touch, his hands & mouth were bigger and stronger. It felt amazing, because I just wanted a hard fucking that night. My orgasm came very quick. He gave me one more orgasm and I tried to do the same to Kelly, but she groaned out,




Ginger Ch. 03



"Stop, I'm too sensitive" 

I smiled knowing I had pleasured her fully. I lapped up her cum, and left her to lay there. 

I turned around to Shawn and started making out with him. He cupped my pussy then felt his way up to my tits. 

"What the hell are you doing Bridge?" I heard Kelly say.

I broke the kiss and looked at her. 

"What do you mean?"

"Umm yeah I said he could join, but when you fucking make out with someone else is totally different. I've seen the way you've been looking at him too. Don't try to play innocent." she sorta yelled.

"Seriously? How is kissing someone different or worse than fucking them? " I was confused.

"Whatever, you two have fun." Kelly grabbed her bra and panties and stormed upstairs to our room.

I told Shawn 'that was amazing, but I have to go talk to her', got my things and went up after her.

I really didn't feel like dealing with drama, and if she wasn't my girlfriend I wouldn't have went after her. I walked slowly up the stairs and to our room. 

When I got in, Kelly was sitting on the side of the bed with the table lamp on. She had her panties back on, and a black tank top. I closed the door behind me, but she didn't even turn to look. 

Slowly I approached my side of the bed, neither one of us saying a word, and I just laid down on my back watching the ceiling. 

"Do you like him?" Kells asked breaking the silence.

"What?"

"Do you like him Bridget?" she asked a little more sharply, still not looking at me.

I could hear her starting to cry which broke me.

"No. Babe come here."

I got up, sat behind her (legs around her sides), pulled her in with my arms, and just kissed her lightly on the top of her back. They were soft kisses, but long ones. I wanted to show her that I still loved her and no one else. Some kisses can show that when words can't be spoken. 

I held her tighter when I felt her arms overtop mine. We sat like that for about 2 minutes while Kelly's crying stopped. She loosened up, so I pulled back a bit. Turning toward me she said calmly,

"Bridget, I see the way you look at him.."

I cut her off "Baby it's..."

"No, let me finish!" I shook my head. "Shawn has liked you since forever, we all know that. And being that you knew it, you sorta... well you sorta milked it. I love you, but I gotta admit you love the attention."

"No I don't!" I gasped.

"Yeah you actually do. But that's not the part that gets to me with you guys." she looked down, tears filling her eyes again.

"No, c'mon Kelly. Babe, tell me what's wrong. What is it!??" I pulled her face up with ease. "I wanna make it right."

Tears rolled down her rosey cheeks and I quickly wiped them off. She took a deep breath and continued.

"The way you look at Shawn.. you don't look at me that way." more tears. "I've noticed for awhile now. It's not that you don't look at me with love, cause you do! But it's just so different Bridge. And when you kissed him tonight, it just pushed me to the breaking point. I don't know.."

I started to get teary eyed.

"Listen to me" I grabbed her hands "You will never, ever have anything to worry about. I'm yours until you can look me in the eyes and say you don't want me anymore. I love you, and only you Kelly Ann Goldenburg. I've never been happier, and I'm so so sooo sorry that you feel like I look at Shawn like that. You're my best friend, girlfriend, everything. I'm sorry babe." I kissed her hand.

She smiled a little.

"Are you attracted to him?"

"Does it matter..?"

"Yeah, kinda."

I paused a little. "I'd be lying to you if I said I wasn't ok? But none of that matters Kells! You're my one and only and you know that. Nobody does or will ever compare to you. Of course we're both ganna find other people attractive at some point, and I know you have. It's okay with me, as long as you don't act on it, and I'm the one you're with at the end of the day."

She paused for about a minute.

"Well... I guess you're right." she gave me a real smile this time. 

We stared in eachother's eyes for a moment, taking one another in.

"You're amazing Bridge, I'll never take you for granted."

With that being said, I blushed, smiled, and leaned in to kiss my girl. Kelly laid back, me kneeled over her. 

"Our relationship's not all about sex, I managed to keep my hands off these (grabs my boobs) the whole time." she said in a bit of a sexy whisper.

I was still naked.

She fondled with them while my hand made it's way down massaging her pussy over her panties. 

We were extremely tired and I ended up collapsing by her side, not able to do sex anymore that night. 

***

"WAKE UP BITCHESS, LONG BEACH ISLAND IS CALLING MY NAME BABY!"

I heard a voice yell at our door. My eyes peered open, only to see that it was Josh, then he left down the hall. Early riser even after being 'white boy wasted'.

I shook Kelly and she woke up. I looked down into her eyes, we both smiled, and I bent down to give her a kiss on the forehead. 

"Awww isn't that cute" I heard Mandy's voice at the door. I giggled then Mandy ran and jumped on our bed. She pulled the sheet off of my torso to my waist. "Fell asleep fucking huh?" she laughed, Kelly giggled, and I blushed while pulling the sheet back over my naked body. She stood back up, making her way out of our room, looking back with a sly grin "My bestfriends" she shook her head "But hurry up and get ready, bus'll be leaving in about 20!"

At that Kells jumped out of the bed.

"Shiitttt, I wanted to shower!"

"Go ahead, I'll get everything together, and all you have to do when you get out is get on the bus. I'll shower at the beach house." I said.

Smiling she said "Thanks babe, love you" blew me a kiss and scurried to the bathroom.

We all got on the bus, hungover, but still our crazy selves. We needed to be woken up a little more, considering we got about 4 hours of sleep. It was around 10:30 AM, and we were on our way to my beach house. Blake cranked up some music and attempted to pole dance. Every one of us pretending to be some 40 something housewives at a strip club, throwing dollars at him, whistling, clapping and carrying on. It was a fun ride. Only about 2 hours. 

As we pulled up to my house, they were in awe. 

"C'mon you guys, it's not that nice" I was being humble.

They told me 'fuck off, yeah it is' and ran off the bus and inside. 

After we ate, showered, and got settled, we decided we'd all go to the beach then golf. 

**Beach

Kelly and I walked there hand in hand, no shame, with our bikini tops and daisy dukes on. Mandy wore the same while Josh walked with his arm around her. Blake and Shawn kind of just lingered around us. 

"Bro they've been following us and staring for awhile, no?" said Shawn.

"Yeah I thought I was the only one that noticed." Blake answered and we all agreed.

"It's pissing me off" Shawn continued then paused for a quick second then turned to the group near us "Hey. Is there a problem?"

The girls snickered, and then one of the guys with them said

"Nah bro, there's no problem" we figured it was over, but Shawn was still mad. Then the guy said in a hushed tone "Fag"

"You mind repeating that!?" both of our groups stopped walking.

"Fagggg, F-A-G" the douchebag slowed his words.

Their 2 girls stepped aside, while Blake and Josh pushed us three aside, going to Shawn infront of douche 1 and douche 2.

"What? Are you gonna hit me? Sticking up for you're lesbian friends huh?"

Our guys weren't big on fighting, so I assume they kept talking and arguing. The bleached blonde, and ugly blue dyed hair girls got in mine and Kelly's faces. 

"You see them handsome studly men over there, yelling at your... boys?" we didn't answer "Yeah well those are our BOYFRIENDS. Ya know something you two should have."

Mandy was about to stick up for us until I barged in

"Let me tell you something, kay bitch? We are GIRLFRIENDS that are in love. I don't give two shits about your ugly ass boyfriends okay? She's mine and I'm hers. We don't know you and don't care about what you think of our relationship. Say it with me, LES BI AN! Leave us alone and go fix your hair, it's for the best."

They looked shocked, but the blue haired girl said,

"This isn't a town for gays okay? You're not accepted, and we won't make it easy for you."

"This has been my second home for years alright? No blue dyed and bleached blonde tramp can run me out. And as long as I'm here, she's here. NOW, I suggest you leave us the hell alone."

"Or?" said the bleached blonde.

"You see the big ginger over there?" they looked at Shawn "Yeah well your "boyfriends" are quite scrony, and probably wouldn't want any trouble with our star quarterback and top wrestlers, now would they?" They looked dumbfounded "Exactly. He'd do anything for us. And do you want your 'men' broken?"

"......no" they both said.

"Good. Now run along and like I said, leave us the hell alone before your lives become the not easy ones." I finished, and they walked to their douchebags and pulled them away.

"Let's go Mark" the blonde continued "They're not worth it babe." 

They walked away after staring at our boys with a dead look. When the girls looked back, the three of us blew them a kiss and they snarled. Their boys looked, and Shawn flipped them off. They rolled their eyes like a couple of 10 year old girls then disappeared from our sight.

We all regained ahold of important things in our life an continued to the beach. 

"Nothing like that's ever happened to me. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know there were actually people like that" Kelly stammered.

"Don't worry Kells, they're fucking idiots. And we'll protect you from anybody. You guys are our best friends, we love you." Josh said.

"Yeah babe, they're fuckin stupid. If anything like this ever happens again, we can pull through it. There's gay haters everywhere, but you know, they don't matter. All that matters is we're happy together, and we have our amazing friends by our side." I turned to them "Thank you. Couldn't ask for better people in my life. I love you all."

Mandy squieled "awww" the boys said at different times "we love you guys too" we randomly stopped and group hugged. Then continued. 

On the beach the boys went wild. They played football, swam, and ran in peoples faces screaming different things. We had the best time when we heard one of them yell 'LGBT'. 

Us girls were trying to lay out and tan, but got up and joined them. We ran around the beach yelling,

"LGBT BITCHESSSSS!" 

Some people clapped and joined while others just watched us. 

****

To finish my story to you all, I have to admit something. 

If Kelly had not been staring at me in home room, I would've missed out on an amazing girlfriend. I've never loved anybody as much as I love her, and our love grows stronger every day. Yeah we fight hard, but we love harder. I don't know if you find our relationship or this story interesting, but I just wanted to share some of our good times together with you. Maybe the way Kelly first approached me will inspire you to approach your same sex crush. Take a chance, you never know, you can be missing out on the love of your life. That person can complete you.

*THE END*



Ginger Ch. 04



Bruce's train ride home was one of the longest and loneliest trips out of London he'd ever taken. He'd liked Karen, and felt comfortable that they'd lucked out in finding her to help realize Yvonne's fantasies, but it was nonetheless an odd thing to do to hand one's wife over to someone else to have sex with. Many different thoughts coursed through his brain simultaneously, all competing for his attention. He worried about whether Yvonne would be all right, that she'd be safe and well taken care of, and that she hadn't gotten herself in over her head. Then he worried that she might enjoy herself too much, and would no longer have need of him and the activities that took place in their marital bed. He thought about what Karen and Yvonne might be doing together, and those thoughts caused his cock to harden. Feelings of arousal and jealousy swirled around in his brain, mixing with feelings of concern. He knew that from this night onward their lives wouldn't be quite the same, but as yet he had no way of knowing what form and manner the changes would take. Above all he hoped he'd done the right thing - for her, first and foremost, but also for himself, and for the two of them as a couple - in setting tonight's events in motion.

Finally arriving home, he unlocked the front door and let himself in, then flicked on the hall light and took himself up to bed. It took him a long time to fall asleep that night, unaccustomed as he was to not having Yvonne in the bed next to him, and his conflicting thoughts still swirling around in his head. On another night he might have been tempted to masturbate in order to help himself sleep, but Yvonne had asked him not to, and he felt compelled to honor her wishes. Once he did finally manage to sleep, it was fitful at best, as he tossed and turned a lot and woke several times in the night, realizing anew each time he did so that yes, he was indeed alone, and that yes, his wife was at that very moment in London, submitting to and having sex with her dominant female American lover.

* * * * *

Yvonne awoke the next morning to the sound of a toilet flushing, looking around briefly to take in her surroundings and recalling where she was. Daylight was peeking around the edges of the drapes, and she could faintly hear the sounds of traffic wafting up from the streets below. As she stretched she detected a faint odor of ginger still emanating from her own body, on account of the oil that Karen had rubbed into her skin the night before. The memories triggered by the scent caused her sex to moisten as she recalled them one by one.

Returning from the loo, Karen smiled at seeing Yvonne awake, and climbed up on the bed in a kneeling position, straddling Yvonne's face. "Eat me," she commanded. Surprised and pleased, Yvonne proceeded to do exactly that, eagerly complying with her Mistress's order and taking pride in her newfound ability to get her off with her tongue.

After Karen came she led Yvonne to the bathroom, and the two of them climbed into the shower together. The bathroom was done up in marble tile on the floor and walls, and the shower stall, which was more than big enough for the two of them, had glass doors and dual shower heads, one on each end. They took turns shampooing each other's hair and washing one another's bodies, sneaking in lots of gentle caresses and light kisses as they did so. They kept up a light conversation all the while, both of them teasing and gently commanding the other to "turn around", "close your eyes", etc. Once they'd toweled off, Karen took Yvonne back to the bedroom and bound her, spread eagled on her back, to the four bedposts. Karen fetched the strap-on dildo and its harness from the drawer in the nightstand, and fastened it in place around her hips, placing the small end of the dildo inside her own pussy. Lubricating the dildo with some more of the ginger lube, she then knelt between Yvonne's legs and fucked her. The burning sensation brought on by the ginger sent Yvonne over the edge almost immediately, and in no time at all she was moaning in pleasure.

After they both came several more times Karen untied her and put the dildo away, then fetched a white bra and matching boy short knickers from one of the drawers of the dresser, followed by a pair of blue Capri trousers and a grey hooded sweatshirt from another, all of which she put on. Turning towards Yvonne, who was still lying naked on the bed, she asked if she'd like some breakfast, and the two of them engaged in a brief conversation about what they were both in the mood for.

Karen phoned in their order to a local takeaway place, with a request that it be delivered, and turned back to Yvonne. "That will take a while to arrive, so while we wait I'd like you to follow me out to the front room. I think it's time we gave those tits of yours a proper flogging."

"Ooh, yes please!" Yvonne exclaimed, jumping off the bed at the prospect. Karen led her out to the front room and secured her once again to the St Andrew's cross, this time facing out into the room. The flogger she used had thinner tails, which had more of a sting and less of a thump than the one she'd flogged Yvonne's shoulders and backside with the previous evening.

Yvonne was enjoying the sensation and found it arousing, although it didn't cause her to spontaneously orgasm the way having her bottom caned had. Karen was still flogging away a short while later when the doorbell rang. She set the flogger down and opened the door, telling the deliveryman to set the order down on the table. He stepped inside and did a double take upon seeing Yvonne, naked and bound to the cross. Yvonne felt utterly slutty, and very aroused, at having Karen expose her and put her on display like that, and she was sure the deliveryman would have quite the story to tell his mates at the pub later.

After the deliveryman left, Karen untied her and put the kettle on for tea, and the two of them ate their breakfast, Karen clothed and Yvonne still naked. When they were done, Karen fetched Yvonne's clothes for her, and rang for a company car and driver that she had the use of to give Yvonne a lift home. When the doorman rang to let them know the car was out front, the two of them lingered in a kiss at the doorway for quite some time before Yvonne finally took the lift down and began her journey home.

* * * * *

Bruce was in the kitchen making his second cup of tea when he heard the car pull into the drive, and then Yvonne's key in the latch a few moments later. He set the cup down on the counter nervously, not knowing what the next few minutes would bring, and what it would all ultimately mean for his marriage.

"Bruce?" she asked, tentatively.

"In the kitchen, Pet."

She came running into the kitchen in stocking feet, having apparently shed her high heels in the front hallway. The dress she'd worn out to dinner the previous evening was now looking a little disheveled, but there was no denying her joy and happiness as she threw her arms around him and embraced him in a big hug. "Thank you so much for last night, for letting me do that, and for helping to set it up," she exclaimed. "I had the most amazing time."

He held her shoulders in his meaty hands, examining her for a moment. "So you're all right?"

"Much more than all right," she replied. "Here, let me show you." With that she pushed her shoulders back and allowed her shawl to drop onto the kitchen floor. She unzipped her dress, pushed it down over her hips, wriggled it down around her ankles and then stepped out of it. Then she unhooked her bra and dropped it onto the heap of clothing on the floor, standing before her husband proudly, clad only in her stockings and suspenders.

Bruce's brow furrowed with concern at seeing the bruises on her tits and the red welts on her bottom. "What's all this, then? You're sure you're all right? I certainly hope I didn't send you out in to the night to be beaten."

Yvonne took his hands and placed one on each of her bum cheeks. "I'm more than all right. In fact it was wonderful. I came so hard when she did this to me, and it made me so proud to be able to take it.' She paused for a moment before adding, 'So were you a good boy, and kept your hands off yourself while I was out?"

"I did, yeah, but only because you asked me too. It was hard."

She laughed at his unintended play on words. "So just how hard was it, big boy?" With that she undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down around his ankles along with his underpants and took his cock in her hand, stroking it. She dropped to her knees, lifting his member up against his tummy and gave it a lick with her tongue, starting from the base of his balls, along the ridge that ran between them, then up the underside of his shaft all the way to the head. She repeated this ten times, licking his cock like a lollipop, then on the tenth time as she reached the head she opened her mouth and took him inside her. Bruce gave a short gasp as he watched his cock disappear quickly into his wife's mouth. She went up and down on the full length of his manhood a few more times, then took her hand and wrapped her fingers around the base of his prick, stroking it as she allowed her mouth to concentrate its efforts on the head. She looked up into his eyes, gauging his reactions to what she was doing. While her right hand continued stroking his shaft she took her left hand and cupped his balls with it, rubbing them gently and applying a little finger pressure to the spot between the base of his balls and his anus, in just the way she knew he liked. She could tell he was close to cumming, so she took him a little deeper into her mouth and kept up with what she was doing, intensifying her efforts just a little until she felt him start to spurt. She swallowed every last drop, then withdrew his prick from her mouth, licking her lips as she did so.

Bruce helped his wife to her feet, staggering a little as he did so, then picked her up and set her down on the kitchen counter before dropping to his knees. It was his turn now to return the pleasure his wife had just given him in kind. He spread her legs apart, allowing him to caress, lick and kiss her inner thighs and gently lick the area where the lips of her sex and her inner thighs came together. He took his time licking her mound and the outer lips of her sex, then gently rang his tongue between the folds of her cunt, then paused and looked up at her quizzically at finding she tasted quite different than normal.

"Ginger," she said, and explained about the powdered ginger mixed with lube that Karen had used when fucking her with the strap-on just a couple of hours earlier. While Bruce ate her out, Yvonne began recounting the events of her evening, more or less in order, her arousal increasing as she relived the memories. She found her attention wandering between her retelling, and what Bruce was doing to her pussy, just as he found his wandering between listening to what Yvonne was saying and focusing on pleasing her. Whenever she got to a point where she was recounting an orgasm, he would take her clit into his mouth and suck on it, causing her to have another orgasm at the same time she was reliving the one she'd had with Karen the night before. Bruce found himself getting caught up in her narrative, and although he still found it difficult to fathom how someone could get off on being caned so hard as to raise the welts that were currently raised on his wife's ass, he once again found himself getting turned on by the mere fact that it was a turn on for her.

After Yvonne finished her tale, and enjoyed the last of many orgasms from the retelling of the sight that the deliveryman had seen in Karen's flat, she pushed his head back from between her thighs and indicated that he should rise to his feet. "I need you inside me," she said. "Right now." Bruce lifted her down off her perch and turned her around, spreading her legs apart and entering her from behind as he bent her over the counter. They were both highly aroused, and he fucked her hard and fast, holding on to her hips for leverage as he did so, and in very short order they both came again, hard, at the same moment.

As he started to soften he slowly withdrew from her, and she stood up and turned around, wrapping her arms around him once again. "Thank you so much," she said, "both for last night, and for my wonderful welcome home this morning. I'm going up to bed for a bit, to try and get a bit more sleep. Would you like to join me?" With that the two of them headed upstairs and climbed into bed, and as he drifted off into his first truly restful sleep since arriving home the night before, Bruce felt a sense of calm and reassurance that his marriage was going to be just fine.



Ginger Ch. 05



A few days later Bruce was enjoying a brief respite between seeing patients at his High Street dental surgery when his mobile phone rang, the screen indicating a number that he didn't recognize. "Bruce Morgan," he said, answering it.

"Bruce, it's Karen Claiborne," a familiar voice said, pausing for a moment to let that sink in before continuing. "I wanted to ring up to see how Yvonne is, how you and Yvonne are both doing really, after the other night?"

Bruce reassured her that they were both doing all right, not really knowing what else one was supposed to say in these situations, although he found Karen quite easy to talk to despite the odd nature of their conversation. They exchanged pleasantries for a few moments, and Karen provided him with her email address in addition to her various phone numbers, inviting him to contact her if he should ever have any concerns about things that she and Yvonne were engaged in or about how they affected Yvonne's relationship with him. She finished by explaining that she'd like to see Yvonne again, and asking whether that would be all right.

"Let me get this straight," he said. "You're asking my permission to ask my wife out on another date?"

She laughed a little. "I know how odd that must sound to you," she said.

"I really do appreciate how respectful you're being of me, and of my marriage," he continued. "It makes all of this much easier to deal with, and increases my confidence that we really are making the right choice for Yvonne, and for us. I'll mention it to Yvonne, but if she wants to see you again it's all right with me. Why don't you ring the house this evening, and you can ask her out yourself?"

That evening Bruce mentioned the phone call to Yvonne, who became as excited as a schoolgirl as a result. When Karen rang, later on that evening, Yvonne took the phone into the other room, as the two women chatted away for over an hour. A couple of days later Yvonne went out with Karen again, leaving Bruce's dinner in the oven to keep warm for him since she was already on the train into London by the time he arrived home from work. Bruce found sleeping alone not nearly as difficult the second time around, having greater confidence that his marriage wasn't about to end as a result of his wife's activities. As it was a weekday, Yvonne wasn't yet home by the time he left for work the next morning, but she was there when he got home that evening, and the two of them once again had wonderful reunion sex followed by a nice meal, all accompanied by Yvonne's retelling of her activities with Karen.

Over the next several months they all fell into a routine, where Yvonne would spend 2 nights during the week with Karen, and also one weekend a month, leaving on Friday afternoon and returning home on Sunday in time for dinner. Karen continued teaching Yvonne about various aspects of their kink, and Yvonne became much better at habitually following Karen's instructions. As the two of them continued exploring Yvonne's boundaries and defining the limits within which she was comfortable, Yvonne became more confident in her role as a submissive. Bruce was the one who first noticed this change in her, pointing out to her that she seemed more self-assured and less timid than she had been previously. When Yvonne wasn't with Karen, she and Bruce continued to live as an ordinary married couple would. They also continued their habit of having reunion sex whenever Yvonne returned to him from Karen, and although Bruce was no closer than he'd ever been to understanding why his wife desired what she did, if pressed he would have had to admit that both the quality and quantity of the sex they were enjoying and the communication between the two of them were all better as a result of their decision to half-open their marriage.

* * * * *

A few months later Bruce received another call on his mobile, recognizing Karen's number before he even answered it. After greetings and pleasantries were exchanged, she got to the point.

"I don't know how much Yvonne shares with you about some of the things I have her read, but do you know what collaring is?"

"A bit, yeah. As I understand it, the collar is a symbol of commitment between Domme and sub, and there's often some sort of ceremony that goes along with it. Is that about right?"

"That's more or less right. It's actually a rather serious commitment. The comparison that's often made is that the collaring ceremony between a Domme and her sub is akin to the marriage ceremony between husband and wife. In any case, I'd like to ask Yvonne to accept my collar - I think it's a step that she's ready to take - but I wanted to sound you out about it first, before mentioning anything to her."

"As this is the first I'm hearing about anything like this, I guess I don't really know. I think I'd need to know quite a bit more about it."

"That's actually a very reassuring response. It would be a very big commitment on her part. It would mean that she'd be making a commitment to me that would be equal in most respects to the commitment she already has to you as your wife. It would also mean that you and I would essentially be sharing her, even more so than we already are. This is definitely not something to be entered into lightly."

"My next proposal is going to sound a bit rude," she continued, "but I'd like to invite myself around to your house for dinner on some Sunday in the near future."

"Why's that then?"

"Primarily because I want you to take some time to think about Yvonne accepting my collar, and to research it if need be, and then I want to make myself available to you to answer any questions you might have about it. But beyond that, there's also a scene that I want to have her engage in, a bit of old guard domination known as a Master's Banquet, and I think that having her do so at her own house would be a nice touch."

"What would that entail, then?"

"It's what we call a scene, but not a play scene, meaning that although there are sexual overtones it wouldn't involve any actual sex. She'd be lightly dressed, but not naked. You and I would be seated at the table, and she would serve us, and kneel at my feet, which is also where she'll eat. She won't be allowed to speak to either of us during the meal, and there are a whole set of gestures and symbols that we'd use to tell her when and what to serve."

"To be perfectly honest with you," Karen continued, "one of the reasons I'd like to do this at your home is because I think it's going to make Yvonne a little uncomfortable being in submission to me in a place where the only role she's ever known is that of your wife. I think she sees things a bit more clearly when she's pushed outside of her comfort zone, and I definitely want her thinking with a clear head about whether or not she's ready to accept my collar."

In the end Bruce agreed to host the Master's Banquet, and said that he would need to think long and hard about the rest of it. Karen said that she would coordinate with Yvonne the next time they saw one another, and pick an appropriate Sunday that was convenient for everyone involved.



Ginger Ch. 06



Yvonne finished setting the table, placing a charger in front of each of the two places she was setting. One plate was set on top of one of the chargers, and a stack of two plates on top of the other. A knife and fork were placed in an X on top of the plates in each setting, and wine and water glasses were set out, placed upside down on top of small glass plates. The remainder of the chairs were removed from the table and set against the wall in the corner of the dining room, and a place mat was set on the floor to the right of the setting with double plates. A riding crop was set across the table as a centrepiece, dividing the two place settings. Yvonne surveyed her handiwork, and made some small adjustments.

To say that she was nervous about the upcoming dinner would be an understatement. This afternoon would be the first time all three of them would be together since their initial meeting at the restaurant. The fact that Karen was coming to the home she shared with Bruce, that her Mistress would be here, dominating her in a place where she normally wore the role of Bruce's loving wife, had her burning with both nervous excitement and arousal. Her knowledge that one of the purposes of Karen's visit would be to ask Bruce's permission to have Yvonne accept her collar served to add to both her nervous tension and to the wetness in her loins.

Finally satisfied with how the table was set, or at least unable to come up with any further fine adjustments to make, Yvonne took herself upstairs for a bath. Karen had provided her with an oil warmer and ginger scented oil much like the ones she'd used in Karen's flat, and she set them out now on the shelf above the bathroom sink for the oil to warm. As the scent of it wafted through the room, Yvonne found her arousal increasing along with the aroma, much like Karen had said would happen the first time they'd played together. Soaking and relaxing in the warm water of the tub, she shampooed her short black hair, gave her body a good wash, and ran a fresh razor over her legs, armpits, and her pubic region on either side of the small landing strip she maintained up the middle. After draining the tub and toweling off, she surveyed her reflection in the bathroom mirror, not altogether displeased with what she saw: slender limbs and small pert breasts. Continuing to follow Karen's instructions, she poured some of the warm oil into the palm of her hand and began to rub it into her body, much as Karen did when they played in London. The warm oil felt good, moisturizing her skin and leaving her body emanating a faint scent of ginger. By now she'd grown quite accustomed to the fact that the process of anointing herself also served to centre her, calming her somewhat and soothing her nerves.

Washing the excess oil off her hands, Yvonne applied the arousal cream to her clit, feeling the familiar cool burning that both aroused her further and brought her attention to focus on her state of arousal. She fastened the anklet with the slave bells around her left ankle, hearing their tinkle as she did so, and started to slip into subspace. She applied the clover clamps to her nipples, feeling the pain that balanced the tingling on her clit and also served to both increase her arousal and push her further into subspace. Finally she wrapped her white terrycloth dressing gown, also a gift from Karen and matching the one she used in Karen's flat, around her body, securing it in place by tying the black belt, and slipped the small jar of arousal cream into the front pocket. Her transformation was now complete. When she'd first come up to take her bath she had done so as Bruce's wife. She went back downstairs now in the role of Karen's submissive. It was definitely odd to feel that way, to assume that role, here in her own home, a feeling that served to add to her nervous excitement, but it was nonetheless true and she had the dripping wet pussy to show for it.

While she'd been bathing, Bruce had returned from his walk to the shops, and she found him sitting in the front room reading the newspaper. She fetched him a cup of tea, and they chatted for a bit while waiting for Karen to arrive. She shared with him how odd she was finding it having Karen come here, and assuming the role of Karen's sub here in her home, partly because she was seeking her husband's reassurance that things would be alright, but also because she wanted to check in with him and see how he was doing with all this. She found she had no cause for worry. Since they'd started down this path, her husband had always looked at Karen as someone who filled needs of Yvonne's that he was unable to, rather than as someone who posed a threat to him and his place in her life, and that continued to be his outlook now.

A short while later the doorbell rang, and Yvonne opened the front door to let Karen in. Karen was dressed casually, wearing a pink floral print skirt that just brushed the top of her knees, a pink knit top with white strappy sandals. Her outfit was quite different from the business suits Yvonne was used to seeing her in during the week, and quite different again from the leather outfits she wore that showed off her blonde hair and curvy body to good effect when she took Yvonne out clubbing in London.

Seeing Karen standing in the doorway, Yvonne felt a strong urge to drop to her knees, an urge that she struggled to resist. Karen held out her hand and Yvonne took it, raising it to her lips and kissing it. As was so often the case when she was in Karen's presence, Yvonne found herself becoming even more turned on than she had been previously. Karen came in the front door, setting the canvas tote bag she was carrying down in the hallway, and Yvonne showed her to the front room and asked whether she'd like a cup of tea or coffee. Later on, during the meal, Yvonne as the serving sub would neither speak nor be spoken to, but during this earlier and more informal part of the day she was permitted whatever interaction was required to determine everyone's needs. Yvonne left Karen and Bruce making small talk in the front room while she retired to the kitchen to put on the coffee pot for Karen and reheat the kettle for Bruce's tea.

Once the coffee and tea were ready Yvonne brought them out to the front room on a serving tray, along with milk, sugar and a small plate of biscuits, and set them down on the coffee table before returning to the kitchen to tend to the meal. Karen had given Yvonne a great deal of freedom to plan the menu, beyond a specific instruction that each course should include ginger in some fashion, and the smell of the spice currently permeated the kitchen, turning her on as she cooked. Yvonne had settled on a carrot-ginger soup, a salad of leafy greens with ginger dressing, roast pork loin in ginger marinade, ginger mashed potatoes, and roasted squash purŽe with ginger, finishing up with ginger cake in a warm caramel sauce for dessert. Yvonne had done a lot of the prep work in advance, and at this point was really just assembling each of the courses, doing the actual cooking, and putting the finishing touches on everything. As she had earlier when setting the table, she fiddled about, investigating and reinvestigating every small detail to verify that all was as perfect as it could be. Once she determined that everything was as ready as she could make it, Yvonne returned to the front room and rang a small bell, indicating the start of the meal. Karen and Bruce stood up and moved to the dining room, Bruce holding out the chair in front of the double stack of plates and with the placemat on the floor to the right for Karen to sit in before seating himself in the other chair.

Karen must have explained to Bruce how the various rituals of the ceremony they were participating in worked, as they both turned over their water and wine glasses, indicating that Yvonne should fill them, which she did. Karen then uncrossed the silverware atop her plate and set the knife and fork down to each side, as Bruce did the same. Upon seeing this, Yvonne brought out a bowl of soup for each of them, serving Karen first and then her husband, before kneeling on the mat to the right of Karen's chair to attend to both her Mistress' and her husband's needs. Bruce's wine glass was quickly drawn down to the point where it was only 1/3 full, at which point Yvonne refilled it. As he finished his soup, Bruce placed his spoon in the soup bowl, with the bowl of the spoon facing down, indicating that Yvonne should remove his bowl, which she did. Karen finished hers but did not place the spoon in it, and so Yvonne brought her a fresh bowl of soup and a clean spoon, which Karen promptly set down on the mat next to her. Yvonne knelt on the mat, fighting once again the oddness she felt at doing so in her own home, and quietly ate her soup, listening off and on to the conversation Karen and Bruce were engaging in above the table, and attentive as always to when either of them would need a glass refilled or anything else for their comfort. Bruce seemed to be pressing Karen on the comparison she'd made between the collaring ceremony and marriage, enquiring whether Karen's desire to collar her meant that she was forming an emotional attachment to Yvonne, and exactly how strong those emotions were. He also pressed Karen on her employment situation, and how long her assignment in London was likely to last. Yvonne shuddered at this, contemplating the notion for the first time that her Mistress might someday leave.

The salad course continued in much the same way, with Yvonne serving Karen first and then Bruce, with Bruce placing his fork on the plate with the tines curved down when he was finished and Karen indicating that her plate should be refilled, setting the second serving down on the mat for Yvonne's consumption. As she ate her salad, Yvonne tuned fully into Karen and Bruce's conversation for the first time. Karen appeared to be fully explaining the meaning of the collaring ceremony to Bruce, and he in turn was asking questions and seeking further explanation on various points. At the same time Karen seemed to be seeking to further reassure Bruce that in wishing to collar Yvonne she in no way wished to supplant or interfere with the relationship Yvonne and Bruce shared as husband and wife. Yvonne was fairly certain she knew Bruce's feelings on this subject, the two of them having had many long conversations along the same lines, but she was nonetheless gratified to hear Bruce tell Karen once again that he in no way felt threatened by his wife's relationship with Karen.

Then the conversation took a turn that Yvonne neither expected nor was she at all prepared for. "If you choose to allow Yvonne to make this commitment to me, and I'll completely understand if you don't, but assuming you do," Karen said, "I'll wish her to go through a period of preparation for the next month, and some of this will have an impact on you. During this month I'm going to assign her some tasks that will keep her aroused almost constantly, and on the edge of orgasm fairly often, but she won't be allowed to actually have one. During this period I'm also going to request that you refrain from engaging in sexual activities that could lead to her having an orgasm, such as performing oral sex on her, and also to refrain from making use of her cunt, although her mouth and ass will remain available to you. As you know, I normally take pains to ensure that whatever Yvonne and I have going on doesn't in any way interfere with the sexual relations that you have with her, but in this case it's unavoidable, and so I'm prepared to make you an offer that I wouldn't ordinarily make. During this month, I'm prepared to offer you the use of my cunt in lieu of Yvonne's." Karen paused for a moment to let her proposal sink in. "On those occasions when you wake in the night sporting an erection I can't of course be here then, and at those times I'd advise you to freely make use of either Yvonne's mouth or her ass, but if you want to set up some sort of regular schedule I'm amenable to that, and I can also be available on pretty much any evening given 24 hours notice."

Yvonne was in a state of shock at hearing Karen make this offer to Bruce. Since beginning this journey she had expected to continue having normal marital relations with her husband, and was enjoying exploring a sexual relationship with Karen, but she had never in a million years imagined that her husband and her Mistress might wind up in bed with one another. She found herself suddenly pushed way out of her comfort zone, and off balance, but knew better than to display any visible or audible sign of her shock lest she incur Karen's displeasure and bring punishment upon herself. Seeking something to hang on to, she glance across at her husband, and from her unique vantage point underneath she saw that Bruce had a quite prominent erection growing in his trousers.

For his part Bruce seemed to be in a similar state of shock. The smell of ginger that was seemingly everywhere and permeated everything was having quite the effect on him also. In the months since they'd first met Karen he'd smelled ginger on Yvonne's body, and tasted it off her, on more than a few occasions now, and he had also come to subconsciously associate the aroma with sex. None of the prior discussions he'd had with either Karen or Yvonne had prepared him for such an offer, but the quite unexpected opportunity to be able to fuck this tall, blonde, curvy American woman was noticeably adding to his state of arousal. "I don't really know what to say," he said.

"You could say yes," Karen replied, smiling slightly at his unease. "I don't normally play with men, but I think you'll find me more than capable of providing you with a satisfying experience. If you'd like, we can head up to your bedroom after dinner and you can find out for yourself exactly what I have to offer. Besides," she said, leaning across the table and placing her right hand on Bruce's upper arm flirtatiously as she did so, "I'm finding the prospect of allowing my little one's man to fuck me more than a bit of a turn-on."

Yvonne at this point was done with her salad, and didn't wish to incur Karen's displeasure by delaying and eavesdropping further on their conversation so she removed herself and her salad plate to the kitchen and brought out the main course for Karen and Bruce. Partway through the main course Karen placed the small glass plate from underneath her wineglass atop the glass, and Yvonne quickly withdrew the plate and took note of the fact that Karen no longer wished to have her wineglass refilled.

As Yvonne was eating her main course, on the mat on the floor, Karen and Bruce withdrew to the front room to continue their conversation privately, and Yvonne noticed that they seemed to be flirting a bit with one another, a prospect that did not exactly thrill her. She had been thrown completely off balance by the unexpected turn the afternoon had taken, and she struggled to sort her many conflicting thoughts and feelings out in her head. She wondered how Bruce was dealing with seeing her act as Karen's sub, and what effect if any that would have on her marriage down the road. She struggled with the idea of her Mistress replacing her in her husband's bed, quite literally substituting her cunt for Yvonne's, and Bruce's obvious arousal at that prospect, and wondered what effect that would have on her marriage. At the same time, as she started to adjust to the idea, she was forced to admit to herself that she was also quite turned on at the thought of Bruce fucking Karen and enjoying the pussy that she herself had come to worship.

Yvonne finished eating her meal, then cleared her plate, along with the plates and chargers from atop the table, setting out coffee cups, cream and sugar, and small plates and silverware for dessert. By the time Karen and Bruce returned to the table for coffee and dessert, Yvonne gathered from their conversation without needing to be explicitly told that Bruce had agreed to Karen's request to have Yvonne accept her collar, and that the two of them would indeed shortly be having sex in Bruce and Yvonne's bed. They finished their meal slowly, Karen and Bruce at the table and Yvonne on the floor below it, kneeling at Karen's side, and as Yvonne cleared the table afterwards Karen spoke to her for the first time since the meal had begun, indicating that once she was done Yvonne should join them in the hallway at the foot of the stairs.

When Yvonne did so, Karen reached for the sash holding her dressing gown on and untied it, allowing Yvonne's gown to open and reveal her body underneath. She reached into the pocket of the dressing gown and withdrew the small jar of arousal cream, opened it, dabbed a small amount on her fingertip, and applied it to Yvonne's clit. Yvonne felt very small and vulnerable, being exposed in this fashion in her own front hallway, and the touch of Karen's hands on her body for the first time since her arrival sent an almost electric shock racing through her loins. Replacing the jar in Yvonne's pocket, Karen helped her withdraw her arms from the sleeves of the dressing gown, and gently lifted it from her shoulders before tossing it over the stair railing. From her canvas tote bag, which was sitting on the floor next to them, Karen withdrew a small egg shaped vibe and some ginger lube and, applying a generous amount of lube to the vibe, she slipped the egg gently but firmly into Yvonne's ass and turned it on. Taking four lengths of rope from her tote bag, Karen used two of them to bind Yvonne's arms behind her back in a box tie that also served to frame her pert breasts quite nicely. Karen then indicated that Yvonne should kneel, and her legs were bound in that position with the other two lengths of rope, calf to thigh. Karen gave a tug on the chain connecting the clover clamps on Yvonne's nipples, tightening them. Yvonne glanced over at Bruce, trying to gauge his reaction to seeing his wife stripped and bound in the front hallway of their home. Although he had always said all the right things, on a very fundamental level she was still very concerned about the effect that all this was going to have on their marriage down the road.

Karen placed a blindfold over Yvonne's eyes, then took Bruce's hand and led him up the stairs to the bedroom, leaving Yvonne kneeling alone with her thoughts on the hallway floor, in the dark, the vibe still buzzing away in her ass, the faint aroma of ginger from the oil she'd earlier applied to her body wafting around her, mixing with the aroma of it still emanating from the kitchen. Stronger still, the scent of the spice seemed mixed in with every drop of perspiration that was currently emanating from her body. Her head was filled with thoughts of what had just transpired, her excitement at Bruce agreeing to allow Karen to collar her; her shock at Karen's insistence that Bruce refrain form using Yvonne's pussy for the next month and her unexpected offer to substitute her own instead; and Yvonne's arousal at the thought of not being allowed an orgasm for the next month while being teased mercilessly the whole while. Her entire world at that point seemed to be reduced to the embrace of the rope around her limbs, the cool touch of the hallway floor underneath her legs, the sounds that she strained to hear of her husband and her Mistress fucking upstairs in her bed, mixed in with the sound of her own heartbeat that was pounding in her ears, and the omnipresent, overpowering aroma of ginger. Her cunt was dripping wet.



Ginger Ch. 07



A couple of days later, after Bruce had left for work in the morning, Yvonne found herself up in her bedroom going through the daily ritual and specific tasks for the day that Karen had laid out for her. She started out by anointing herself with ginger scented oil, which had the by now usual effect on her cunt. She took some of the arousal cream that Karen had provided her with and applied it to her clit. She took her kegel exerciser - a Lucite rod with differently sized metal balls encased inside it, increasing from smallest to largest from one end to the other - and applied some of the ginger lube to it. When Karen had first started having her do this she'd only been able to hold the small end inside her while supporting the larger end with her hand, but by now she was easily able to shove the large end inside herself and hold it in place using only her pussy muscles while she engaged in a series of deep knee bends. Bruce had certainly appreciated her increased ability to grip his cock with her cunt when he fucked her, and with longing she realized he'd now have to wait until the end of the month before experiencing that pleasure again. She wondered idly whether Karen's cunt was quite as tight as her own, and what Bruce thought of it, or if he thought of her while fucking Karen, then quickly banished those thoughts from her head.

Her kegel exercises complete, she laid down on the bed and picked up her rabbit vibe, applying some of the ginger lube to it, then switched both controls on full and shoved it deep inside her pussy. Her task was simple in theory but quite difficult to achieve in practice. Karen required that she pump her pussy 2000 times with the vibrator without having an orgasm. She was allowed to take as long as necessary in order to do so, as long as the 2000 pumps were completed by the end of the day, but any time she stopped the count was rounded down to the nearest 100. So if she stopped at pump 378, she would start up again at 300 when she resumed.

She was able to finish her assigned task in a single session, although it took her most of the morning to complete it. The arousal cream on her clit combined with the effects of the ginger had her quite turned on, and she was only just able to catch herself several times right on the brink of having an orgasm. In addition her head repeatedly and continuously filled with images of Bruce and Karen fucking in the bed she was now laying in. By the time she completed her 2000 pumps she was both physically and emotionally drained, and for reasons she wasn't fully able to articulate, she started to cry.

* * * * *

A few evenings later Yvonne was at Karen's flat, tied to the St Andrew's cross. Her body was oiled with the ginger oil, clover clamps were attached to her nipples, and a vibrating egg was in her ass, coated as usual with ginger lube. Yvonne had come to find that she now craved the burning sensation brought on by the powdered ginger, and considered it quite normal for either her cunt, her ass, or both to be burning most of the time. Karen had applied some of the arousal cream to her clit, and was now seated in front of her on a kitchen chair, holding an artist's paintbrush. More of the arousal cream was on the paintbrush, and Karen was slowly but incessantly tickling Yvonne's clit with it. Yvonne would need to endure 42.195 minutes of her tickle marathon, mimicking the 42.195 km in an actual marathon, without having an orgasm. Images of her husband and Mistress fucking had flooded Yvonne's mind in the days following the banquet. She struggled with them now, and that struggle distracted her from her ordeal.

For her part, Karen certainly noticed her sub's distraction, reminding her several times throughout to focus. So although Yvonne was able to get through the tickle marathon successfully, she wasn't at all surprised when Karen picked up a leather slapper and proceeded to use it on her cunt. The sensation was moderately severe, and not at all unpleasant. Although it still required some struggling on Yvonne's part not to orgasm from the effects of having her pussy slapped, she found the overall effect to be quite cathartic. From somewhere deep within her being, she began to weep uncontrollably. Karen set down the slapper and approached her, cradling Yvonne's head against her shoulder and caressing her hair. "There there," she said, "what's wrong?"

"I hate that you let Bruce fuck you," Yvonne whimpered.

"Really?" Karen asked. "In that case, why did you allow it to happen?"

"It was during the banquet," Yvonne stammered. "I wasn't supposed to speak."

"If I give you an instruction, as long as it's within your limits and doesn't impinge on your marriage, then your choices are to either use your safe-word, or to follow my instructions to the letter," Karen reminded her. "You made a choice not to use your safe-word. For that matter you weren't gagged, so you could have simply spoken up and put a stop to it."

"I guess that's true," Yvonne sniffled, "but I didn't want you to be displeased with me. You were there to ask Bruce's permission to collar me, and I didn't want you to retract that offer."

"Ah, now we get down to the crux of it. Brutal honesty time, okay?"

Yvonne nodded, wondering where her Mistress was going with this.

"You're a sweet and gentle soul, Yvonne, but I think even you would admit that you're a bit spoilt." She finished this last bit with a slight rising intonation, almost as if asking a question. "I'm asking you to accept my collar, and I needed to see how badly you want it, how fully you're ready to commit yourself. I know that you made a similar commitment to Bruce when he asked you to marry him, but in that case he was essentially offering you an easy life. Bruce is a good man, he provides for you well, and he seems to give you most of what you want. Probably the most difficult thing you've ever asked him for is what you do with me, and even that he allowed you to have without putting up much of a fuss. Yes?"

Yvonne nodded again.

"I put you in a situation where you were presented with two difficult choices. You didn't want Bruce to fuck me, and you did want to accept my collar. By not safe-wording, you showed me which you wanted more. You showed me that you were willing to give something up that meant quite a lot to you, that you were willing to commit an unselfish act, in order to wear my collar."

Yvonne blinked, her tears at least momentarily halted, as she considered her situation from this new angle. She wasn't ready to fully embrace Karen's point of view just yet, but at the very least she was no longer distraught. "You could have warned me," she said.

"I didn't want you over-thinking it," Karen said. "I wanted to see what your subconscious would do, when presented with the choice suddenly and unexpectedly. I didn't warn Bruce ahead of time either, and I must admit that the look on his face when I offered to let him fuck me in your stead was quite priceless. By the way, I found Bruce to be a capable and generous lover - for a man, that is."

Yvonne smiled through her tears for the first time since their conversation had begun. "That he is," she replied, "that he is."

"Now, how about if I untie you from that cross and take you to bed with me?" Karen asked. "You can put that talented tongue of yours to good use, and make me cum," and that is precisely what they proceeded to do.

* * * * *

Yvonne made it through her month successfully, without having an orgasm. Several times during that month Bruce took Karen up on her offer to come and fuck him at night, and although Yvonne still struggled with that she also discovered that she was starting to let go of her unease with it, and was slowly but surely coming to terms with her subspace with respect to her Mistress. Her collaring ceremony was held privately, at Bruce and Yvonne's home, with only the three of them in attendance. Yvonne of course was naked throughout the ceremony, and knelt at Karen's feet. Bruce officiated, surprised to find how proud he was of Yvonne for having made it through to that point. After vows were exchanged Karen latched the collar in place around Yvonne's neck, then the three of them retired upstairs to the bedroom, where Yvonne experienced her first orgasm in a month, and her first as Karen's collared sub. Bruce lay back on the bed and unrolled a condom over his cock, allowing him to use some of the ginger lube without it affecting him. Yvonne climbed on top of him and rode his cock, while Karen simultaneously fucked her up the ass with her strap-on. Yvonne came like there was no tomorrow, and she couldn't imagine a more wonderful way in which to do so than sandwiched between the two people whom she held most dear.

* * * * *

The following Friday was the start of Yvonne's next weekend with Karen. Karen was having a small get together for several of her friends from the scene, and it would be Yvonne's first presentation to them as Karen's collared sub. As she walked through the lobby of Karen's building, Simon the doorman called her over and handed her the canvas tote Karen had left for her, along with her instructions. She recalled how self-conscious she'd been about the doorman the first time she'd accompanied Karen back to her flat, and how she now thought nothing of having this man hand her instructions from her Mistress and thanking him politely for it before wishing him a pleasant evening as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She read the instructions as she rode up in the lift, and once she reached Karen's floor she paused in the hallway to strip herself naked, depositing her clothes and bra - she never wore panties any more when going to see Karen - in the canvas tote. From within the tote she fetched some clover clamps, which she affixed to her nipples, and a blindfold, which she placed over her eyes. Dropping to her knees, she knocked on Karen's door. When it opened, she heard the sound of voices and laughter from within, and her nose detected a definite scent of ginger. Her cunt started to drip in response.

The End