0 comments/ 51059 views/ 3 favorites From The Closet By: degenerate I told Alice what I wanted one night when we were both drunk and messing around. I didn't think she'd remembered it, much less taken it seriously. It was just one of those fantasies you share with your lover, never expecting it would ever come true, not even sure you'd want it to come true. Sure, we'd both given up men, but our sex life had been pretty "straight" otherwise, pardon the pun. Then I came home a week later and found the bedroom furniture rearranged and a new full length mirror on our closet door. "Oh, nice." I said, turning to see how my suit fit, unsuspecting there was anything more. She'd had the day off so I figured she'd done some things around the house. I didn't particularly like where the bed was, it kind of blocked the path to the closet, but I didn't complain. Alice was coming out of the bathroom in her bathrobe after a shower. She came up behind me and gave me a hug. "I have a surprise for you. I... hope you like it." she said. "Oh?" I asked. "Get undressed." "Hmm." I thought. A fun surprise! I stripped and moved to the bed. "Nope." Alice said. She opened the closet door and showed me what looked like a chair inside. "Uh...?" was all I could manage. "Hurry or you'll miss the surprise." I stepped in. She'd pushed back the clothes and rearranged our walk-in to accommodate one of our livingroom armchairs, draped in a blanket. As I stepped toward the doorway I noticed the back of the closet door - I could see through it. The mirror was a one-way and she'd had the door cut so that it created a full length window from inside the closet. I was momentarily confused. Then I remembered the fantasy I'd mentioned that drunken night the week before. I looked at Alice. She didn't say a word, she just stared back. I couldn't believe anything was really going to happen. Maybe she was just going to pretend, give me a tiny piece of the fantasy, show herself off on the bed while I sat in the closet imagining the things I'd fantasized about dozens of times before. So I thought "I'm game." and stepped in. I sat on the chair and watched her shut the door. I understood now why she'd rearranged the bedroom this way. I was basically seated at the foot of the bed, only a couple of feet away. Alice went to the bathroom and took off her robe. She examined her face in the mirror for a moment then turned and walked back into the bedroom. I couldn't believe it - she was completely shaven. She always liked her hair cut short, but there wasn't even stubble on her mound. "Ooh, that's nice." I said. She put a finger to her lips and made a "shhh" sound. I hadn't realized I'd said anything aloud. Alice went to her dresser and rummaged around. She pulled out a collar and put it around her neck - I'd never seen it before. It had a steel D ring in the front and buckled at the back of her neck. We'd talked about her kinky past but I didn't know if she still had her toys or if she'd bought new ones for the peepshow I was getting. She pulled out a leather paddle and tossed it onto the bed. "This is going to be fun." I thought. She put the paddle on the nightstand, then walked out into the living room. I found I could see all the way to our front door from the closet. She walked to the door and unlocked it. I was shocked for a moment, picturing her walking out the door into our apartment complex wearing nothing but a rubber collar. But instead of going out she kneeled by the door. I was still in denial at what was obviously about to take place. We waited, and waited, and waited. It was probably only about 10 minutes but it seemed to be an eternity. I swung between boredom and anxiety. Alice turned and made the "shhh" motion again and a moment later the door opened. She must have heard our visitor on the steps outside. It was Dora, an ex-girlfriend of Alice's. I recognized her more from her stance and presence than the photos I'd seen. She filled the room with her aura. Her stance. Something about her said power. I was speechless. Which was fine because I that's how I was obviously supposed to be, but I just couldn't believe what I knew was about to happen. "When is your girlfriend coming back?" I heard Dora ask. "Her flight gets in about 10, she should be here about 11." Alice responded. Dora strode into the room and stared right at me. I was scared. Then I realized she was watching herself in the mirror. She walked like a man, aggressive and focused, but she was definitely a woman. Tall, long straight hair, long straight legs, long straight stares. She had come from a corporate job, or just liked wearing conservative suits. Gray blazer, knee-length gray skirt, black hose, nothing out of the ordinary except for her exceptionally tall heels, everything in fashion down to her smart, if large, purse. She kept walking toward me and I began to get worried again until she stopped and tossed her purse on the dresser, then turned to watch Alice. I had momentarily forgotten about Alice. She had told me about Dora's ability to hold people's attention, amongst her many other... talents. Alice was still kneeling by the front door. She had closed the door but otherwise hadn't moved. "Come here." Dora said. I had always wondered why Alice had let Dora do the things she'd done to Alice, but with Dora's commanding tone I could understand how it would be hard to resist. With the face and body she had, I can see how you wouldn't *want* to resist. Alice crawled. I'd watched her crawl across our bed, crawl across the carpet up to the TV, but I'd never seen her crawl like this. Or maybe it was just the glow of getting to play with an old lover. I don't know, but something about it made me wet. Dora plopped down at the foot of the bed, maybe four feet away from me. I did my best to stay quiet. I didn't think I could do what Alice had talked about doing, with joy, with Dora and I wasn't ready to find out the hard way. Alice crawled through the doorway. "You remember the drill." Dora said. It wasn't a question. Alice lifted up onto her knees and reached up to undo the buttons of Dora's blazer. Dora sat almost motionless. Alice moved up next to her and pulled the blazer off with delicate motions. She picked up a hangar from the dresser and hung up the blazer. Dora was stretching, starting to unwind. Alice kneeled at her feet. Dora stood and turned, again staring into the mirror, almost into my eyes. I had to stop staring at her face to look down to see Alice unzip Dora's skirt. The skirt fell to the floor and I sucked in a quick breath - Dora stood before me in a brilliant red matching bra and panties, black thigh-high stockings, and tall black heels. It made her skin seem pale and luminescent. Her black hair hung over her shoulders, matching her hose. She was a sensual statue in white, red and black. She stepped out of the skirt at her feet and stood with her legs a little apart. I wished she'd turn around so I could see her from all sides, but that would come soon enough. Alice folded the skirt neatly and put it on the dresser. She returned and gently pulled Dora's hair back into a ponytail and held it in place with a hair tie. Alice came around in front of Dora to unhook the red bra, but when she blocked Dora's view she was pushed to her knees so that Dora could continue to watch herself in the mirror. Or was she staring at me? Alice had obviously set all this up. Perhaps they were playing exhibitionists to my voyeur? I didn't get to think about it long. Alice reached up to unhook the clasp between Dora's breasts. They were full, almost touching at her cleavage. They bounced out of the bra as the clasp released. Dora had great nipples - brownish pink, sticking strait out, and with a large black ring through each of them. Alice had her nipples pierced before it was the "in" thing to do, but she'd taken them out long before we started dating and they'd healed. I hadn't gotten to play with pierced nipples yet and it wasn't something I dreamed about, but the big black hoops called even more attention to Dora's breasts and they begged to be tugged. Alice, still being silent and gentle like some kind of queen's servant, pulled Dora's red panties down. Dora's body just kept shocking and exciting me. Her clit stood erect, the tip poking out from between her lips with a black barbell, probably an inch long, running horizontally through it. The tips of the barbell jutted past her lips to rest on her mound amongst the very closely cropped black hair. She was clean shaven for the most part but had a small landing strip. I imagined the barbell must tug at her as she moved. Later, I'd look back and wonder how much it must've hurt to have done, but at the time all I could do was think about sucking it into my mouth, perhaps twisting it playfully, experimentally, to see how far I could go before she winced. Dora stepped out of the panties and spread her feet apart. She leaned forward and looked like she was reaching for the door handle, but then rested her hands on either side of the mirror, pushing her hips back and out. I could see Alice kneeling behind her. Without a word or even hesitation Alice leaned forward and starting caressing Dora's butt. Dora purred appreciatively, staring down. It looked like she was staring at my chest but I guessed she was watching the same thing I was - Alice kneeling and basically worshipping Dora's ass. Dora leaned forward even further. Her face was only a couple of feet from mine. I watched intently as her mouth opened in pleasure. I knew exactly what she was feeling. Alice had used her tongue on me like that many times. She was an expert. "Slow down." Dora said, breathily. Now I knew where Alice had gotten her training. Dora continued a slow motion squirm inches in front of me. I was trying, and failing, not to move. I didn't want to make the chair squeak or gasp, but I couldn't keep my fingertips from between my legs. I could already feel a moist spot on the blanket beneath me. "It's been too long." Dora moaned. She reached around and pulled Alice by the hair, tugging her around and between us. Dora kept one hand on the door, the other on the back of Alice's head. Alice's mouth was thrust into Dora's pussy. My jaw was wide open, somewhere between shock and jealousy and absolute arousal. Dora kept her eyes glued on me. Or I fantasized it was on me. She was really watching Alice, watching herself use Alice. But I imagined she was using Alice while staring at me with that lusty gaze. Watching me spread my legs and wiggling my fingers across my clit furiously. But I couldn't let the fantasy get the better of me. I had to stay quiet. If Dora wasn't in on the show I didn't want to interrupt, didn't want to find out what would happen when she was surprised. So I resisted the urge to lean back, put my feet against the door on either side of the mirror and push two fingers into myself and groan. But the frustration of the position was setting in. But even Dora couldn't keep her eyes open for much longer. She clamped them shut and moaned loudly, legs shaking, moaned again, the hand on the back of Alice's head clutching at Alice's hair, moaned again and once again as she pushed against Alice's mouth in an obvious orgasm. She pulled Alice's head away roughly, stood there and quivered all over for a few seconds sucking in deep breaths. Then she smiled. I hadn't seen her smile once yet. Thinking back to the photos of her Alice had shown me, I'd never noticed a smile on Dora's face. But obviously Alice had just given her something to smile about! I couldn't help but smile with her, despite my worked-up condition. "Too long..." Dora sighed. Alice beamed up at her, a sticky, wet smile on her face. She leaned forward and caressed Dora's mound one more time. Dora stood and stepped back. "Does your lover treat your ass properly?" she asked. "No, mistress." Alice answered. Though I'm sure I knew what she meant, I felt shocked. Partly at Alice's use of the word "mistress," and partly because I apparently wasn't treating her right. Dora stepped aside and pointed at the bed. Alice crawled a step over to the edge and rested her torso on the bed, her knees still on the floor. Dora went to the dresser and I could hear her rummaging. She walked back into view with her purse. She pulled a length of rope out of the large bag. I couldn't believe it. My fantasy, something I'd shared but never dared, was coming true. The reality of it was just setting in. I realized I'd stopped masturbating just to stare. Dora wound the end of the rope around one of Alice's wrists. There was still half a smile on Dora's face. Apparently she felt good when she was in charge. She wound four or five loops around Alice's wrist, then tied it in a large bow. She took the other end and tied it to the post of the headboard. She repeated the procedure with the other wrist, pinning Alice's arms in place. She came around to my side, tugging another rope out of her purse. Alice had her legs spread wide. I could see her freshly shaven pussy hanging off the foot of the bed, glistening slightly in the light. Dora knelt and wrapped the rope around Alice's knee. She made loose loops secured with a large bow. It wasn't so tight that it would cut off the circulation, but Alice wasn't going anywhere. Dora obviously knew what she was doing. She tied the other end to the bedpost next to Alice's leg. She went to the other knee and secured it to the bedpost at the other corner. Alice was spread out, bent over the foot of the bed, ready for whatever Dora had in mind. Dora stood and admired her work. Alice was breathing hard. She squirmed slowly, but obviously not in pain. Dora patted her on the butt then headed into our bathroom. I took the time while she was out of the room to move a little, let the blood flow back into my legs and adjust my position. I could hear the sink running in the bathroom so I moved some things around for a footrest. I was glad Alice had picked my favorite chair. Then I thought about what a funny thing it was to be thinking about, and I was glad Alice and done everything she was doing. I loved her. Dora strode back into the room, still in her heels and hose. I couldn't believe how easily she moved in them. They would have been the first thing off as soon as I'd walked in the door if it had been me. But she radiated power in them. She walked over to the nightstand and picked up the paddle Alice had put there. She looked at it and smiled, "My favorite." She turned to Alice, "Your lover won't use it on you?" she asked. "I haven't asked, mistress." Alice answered. "I'd..." She didn't finish. "You'd what?" Dora asked. "I'd be thinking of you if she did." Another wave of mixed feelings on my end, but the show continued. Dora smiled again as she walked around the foot of the bed. "Have you been using it on yourself?" Alice hesitated. I realized my fingers had stopped moving again in anticipation. The loud "WHACK" startled the heck out of me, causing me to jump in my seat. Dora had left a oval red mark on one of Alice's buttocks. "Yes, mistress." she said hurriedly. Alice couldn't see it, but Dora's smile returned. Was there a trace of nostalgia in it this time? Or was it a look that said she knew she had more power over Alice than I did, that she knew I was watching the entire scene? The image of Alice at home spanking herself forced those thoughts out of my head. It was something I'd like to see for myself some day, if she could get Dora out of her head when she did it. Then the moment of jealousy faded - I wouldn't care what she was thinking while she did it. We had talked about her and Dora at length, about how they'd grown closer and closer sexually, but further and further apart in all other aspects of their lives. For most couples it's the other way around, I guess. But regardless, they had ended on amicable terms. All these thoughts flashed by in an instant. Dora got up onto the bed and straddled Alice's back, facing me. She looked down at Alice's butt and stroking it with the paddle. Then looked up at me again. Or the mirror again. She rubbed the red mark on Alice's ass with the paddle. Her other hand gripped Alice's other buttock, her nails digging into the soft flesh. She stared into the mirror like a tigress. She proceeded to spank Alice repeatedly. She'd switch cheeks every few blows, switch between watching the mirror and looking at Alice's ass directly. She worked over Alice's entire ass, from the top to her thighs. The whole time she ground her crotch against Alice's back. I could see the barbell mashed between them. Her breasts shook. Alice squirmed. The blows kept coming, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Sometimes she'd pause, rub the paddle over the red marks, then start again. I had to suppress a moan when I had my first orgasm. Dora stopped and tossed the paddle aside. Had she heard me? She put her bare hands on Alice's ass and said "Ohh, hot." Apparently she hadn't heard me, all her attention was on Alice. She stepped off the bed. She turned and I almost couldn't concentrate enough to hear her speak in my post-orgasmic state, "Since it's been a while and I don't know when we'll get to play again I'm going the extra mile this time. You don't mind, do you pet?" "No, mistress..." Alice whimpered. Dora was removing her shoes. I watched as she bent over right in front of me. I got a peek at the crevice where Alice's tongue had been. I wasn't normally into anal play, but at that moment I wanted to do the same thing Alice had done. She sat on the edge of the bed next to Alice and pulled off the stockings. She stood, now completely nude, and moved around to Alice's head. She wrapped the hose around Alice's head as a blindfold. "Good?" she asked. "Yes, mistress." "Good." Dora walked out of the room. I watched her fabulous butt as she headed through the living room and turned into the kitchen, out of view. "Oh my god, Alice..." I whispered, I hoped just loud enough for Alice to hear. Alice didn't say anything. Either she was lost in her own world or hinting that I should stay quiet too. Dora returned a few moments later carrying two mugs. She sipped from one and set aside. She crawled onto Alice's back, again facing the mirror, and set the second mug down on the bed beside them. She caressed Alice's bright red buttocks, lightly stroking them with just the very tips of her fingers. Alice was shaking. I could see the muscles on Alice's thighs clenching, her sphincter tighten, her vaginal lips squeeze and release. I'd seen her this worked up only once before, when we'd gotten too stoned for her to cum though we tried for an hour or more. We'd finally given up and gone to sleep. I didn't think there was any chance of her falling asleep now. Dora pulled a cube of ice out of the mug beside them and put it into her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment, making me dream of other things, then pulled it out and ran it over Alice's ass. Alice hissed with a sharp inhale. Dora kept moving the ice around in circles across the red marks. I could see a faint trail of moisture behind the ice cube as it slid across Alice's hot skin. Dora took the cube and pressed it against Alice's anus. Alice repeated her gasp, her ass clinching. Dora grinned and dropped the cube back into the mug. She sat up and picked up the paddle again. Alice's ass wasn't quite as red as before, but I'm sure it still stung. Dora began the paddling again. I couldn't believe Alice wasn't crying. But maybe six or seven hits later Alice started whimpering with each one. But Dora didn't let up. She worked over Alice's whole ass again. This time she even hit a few places she'd missed before down between Alice's buttocks, getting dangerously close to her delicate lips, exposed and swelled, jutting out. But Dora was apparently well practiced. She knew how close she could get, how hard she could hit. Soon Alice was whimpering non-stop, instead of with each blow. From the Closet to My Knees My life-altering ordeal began early this spring when I paid a visit to my local nursery. I drove there in my Volvo but wound up buying more than my car could accommodate. The Japanese maple and two other small trees would have to be delivered and the cashier informed me that that was a service free of charge. She called for an assistant to help me out and I waited for two or three minutes. A young woman in overalls pushing a cart soon arrived and loaded the items. The girl was surprisingly strong for her petite frame. I watched in amazement as she hefted the plants onto the cart with ease. Then I caught a glimpse of her bare breast from behind as she bent over to grab the second plant. Her shirt was short and lifted as she labored. I quickly looked away but couldn’t help but glance again as she reached for the last plant. I was astonished to see heavy rings sway from each nipple as she pivoted in place and finished with a grunt. “Can I get your address or should I just follow you?” she asked. I stood momentarily speechless. Her hazel eyes had heavy eyeliner that added a mesmerizing gaze. “Yea, you can follow me if you’d like,” I replied. I noticed her glance at my left hand in an obvious manner and smile as she located my wedding ring. I grew more than self-conscious when she continued to look in my eyes until I decided to turn and head to my car. It was a strange moment, for sure. I had been married nearly four years to a husband that never looked at me that way. I was feeling like I should limit anymore discussion than necessary with this young woman. I got in my car and pulled up next to the nursery van as she loaded the plants. She followed me closely and backed the van up our driveway and behind our house. She got out and looked around. “Nice pile of bricks you have here,” she announced. “Thank you,” I said. “I can’t afford to buy a house right now but I’m saving.” I smiled and looked towards her van. “It helps to have a workaholic husband. He spends the week in California setting up the regional office and returns home for the weekends. Some trade-off, don’t you think?” I said. “Wow, it must get lonely for you.” “It’s nice, actually. I get a lot done in that time,” I replied. We both stood there in agreement. “I’m Stina, by the way,” she said as she extended her hand. “I’m Julie.” After we shook hands she opened the van and began unloading the trees. I stood there with my arms crossed as she went to work. “Is there anything I can do?” I asked. “No. I got it. It’s easier with only one person lifting.” “You’re pretty strong! Do you do this day in and day out?” I asked. “No. This is only part-time. I’m a sculpture and a photographer. I also cut hair. I’m kind of a renaissance gal.” “Wow, that’s cool!” I said. Stina emptied the van and I directed her toward the destination. I felt the need to continue with the small talk. “Do you ever display your work?” I asked. “Sure. Most of it’s in storage right now. I’m looking for a studio where I can live and work. They are kind of scarce right now.” For some reason I mentioned the space above our detached garage. It is more of a carriage house with running water but by no means a place I would want to live. “Are you serious?” asked Stina. “That would be perfect if the price is right!” I began to dismiss it as a possibility right away but she persisted. “I have no idea. We’ve never rented out that space. You might feel differently if you saw the inside,” I responded. Stina walked to the stairway and got a good look at the surroundings. “I’ll take it. I’ll make it livable. This is what I’ve been looking for!” “Hold on. I’ll go inside and get the key.” I was caught up in her enthusiasm as I found myself jogging toward the house. ‘What in the world was I doing?’ I thought. I returned with the key only to find her at the top of the stairs peering inside. As I ascended the stairs I saw the bottom half of her boob beneath her shirt again. She had perfect little boobs that required no bra, unlike mine that had to be controlled at all times. My nipples have a mind of their own as well and leaving the house without a bra is unimaginable. I opened the door and we walked around. The dust or the disarray was not enough to dissuade her. “Cool! This is perfect,” she repeated. “What’s it worth to you? Name a price,” I said. “What? Any price? How about three hundred?” she said with a smile. “Sure,” I replied. “Really? That’s too low. I was only kidding,” she countered. “No, no,” I said. “I would feel better if someone lived near for security reasons. That is a drawback to not having Carl around; I feel a little unsafe.” We opened curtains and turned on the faucet. Stina twisted a dead light bulb from the socket and noticed me once again looking at her breasts. She smiled but declined to comment on my lack of manners. I could see the rings through the fabric as her nipples began to harden. “Do you like them?” she asked. I turned to see what she was asking about. “Like what?” I asked. “Do you like my nipple rings?” My face became hot as I tried to dismiss her question. “I…I…What are you talking about?” I stammered. I couldn’t even pretend. I was caught and she had the nerve to call me on it. “You’ve been staring at my breasts since I’ve been here! You’ve never seen nipple rings?” I smiled and replied in the negative. Stina’s smile faded in the moment before she raised her shirt above her nipples. I looked away momentarily and then fixed my gaze upon them. “They look great. I mean, they go with you…I mean, they compliment your style.” “I know what you’re trying to say. How do you know they’re not your style?” she said as she removed her shirt completely. I looked out the window for an instant and discounted that as a good idea. “Really, Your boobs are big but that doesn’t mean you can have ornaments!” I was uncomfortable with the direction of our conversation and slowly headed for the door. I turned to see Stina shaking her head as she slid her arms back into her shirt. I’m sure she thought I was judging her or that I was offended but really was turned on by her boldness and beauty. I was hoping my attitude wouldn’t drive her away. I watered the trees as Stina approached and asked for my forgiveness. “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, Julie. I was slightly euphoric and got caught up in the moment.” “No, no,” I said. “I’m sorry for ruining your moment by being such a prude.” “Are we okay?” “Definitely,” I said. “Is it alright if I move in tomorrow and Friday?” she asked. I nodded as I handed her the key. There was a time when I would’ve conferred with my husband prior to such decisions but we were growing apart and I valued my independence. That evening I couldn’t stop thinking about the new tenant or the fact that she was already comfortable enough to show me her breasts. I grinned at the idea after just having been terrified of the notion. I was very curious about this new person but avoided leaving the house the next day given the chance that she could show up any minute. She did just that on company time as the van backed in and she quickly unloaded her worldly possessions. As quickly as she arrived she was gone. I finally went outside and planted the small trees but my curiosity was getting the best of me. I found myself heading closer and closer to the garage until I had to at least check and see if the door was unlocked. To my relief the door opened and I was standing over a dozen or more boxes. I kept looking out the window as I nudged a box open with my foot. There were art supplies and clay. There were linens and soap and photography equipment in some boxes and clothing in another. I was about to leave when I saw a stack of drawers. The top drawer had the usual intimates but a box behind it caught my attention. There were several pairs of handcuffs and some leather restraints. The box was full of leather and rubber clothes and my heart nearly stopped when I came across what I secretly hoped to find: a leather whip! The smell of rubber and fresh leather was intense and I became lightheaded in some sort of lust. I’m not sure why I felt the sudden need to leave room but I grabbed a pair of shiny panties on my way out. I shove her panties in a drawer beneath the nightstand and waited for her return. She didn’t come back until the same time the following day but this time I wanted to see her. Unfortunately, my husband returned from the coast earlier than expected and distracted me from my new muse. I decided to tell him about our new tenant before he found out on his own. He was not amused with my decision and we fought for awhile before going to bed. He made a pathetic attempt to apologize before fucking me in his idea of make-up sex. I was more or less repulsed by him and faced the window as he fucked me from behind. I couldn’t stand to see his face any longer and tried to think of something else in order to climax. He, of course, came early which left me as I was before. After he fell asleep I walked out onto our deck for a cigarette. I could see Stine putting away her belongings in the guesthouse. She looked tired as she continuously tucked her hair behind her ears. I was very happy to see this beautiful creature making a home out of what was previously another dark corner of our house. It was at that moment I decided not to charge her rent. That’s right. I wanted her talents in order to improve my existence. The next day, after Carl left to golf, I presented her with this proposition. She loved the idea of rent-free living. “Really? Are you sure about this? How does your husband feel?” “He’s fine. Don’t worry. There’s more to life than money – especially when someone as talented as yourself has so much more to offer!” I said. Stina beamed with happiness. “I can give you garden advice, photography sessions, sculpting lessons – you name it. I can do your hair. I’m a beautician, too. I can also do piercing,” she said with a wink. My heart raced as I mustered the nerve to agree. “I have been thinking I’d like to look into that,” I said. “Piercing? Really?” she gasped. “Yes, I would like to have both nipples pierced.” “I have time this morning. Do you want to do it now?” Stina asked. “Now?! You’re prepared to do it here and now?” I asked in disbelief. “I am. Take off your shirt and bra and we can get started.” I stood and thought for a moment before pulling my sweatshirt over my head. This is right where I’d wanted to be for the last 48 hours and I decided to go through with this. Stina found and opened a box of instruments as I unfastened my bra. I sat down in a chair and she watched as my boobs bounced and then she let out a gasp. “You have fantastic boobs,” she said as I raised my forearm in front of them. I tried to conceal the fact that my nipples were aching hard and I was very aroused. “Keep your arm down,” she said. The moment I brought it down to my side her hands had already taken the liberties of caressing my nipples. I was so embarrassed as I brought my hands up and covered my boobs again. Without a word she grasped my wrists and pulled them to my side. This time she was bending forward and I could feel her breath in my ear. I let out a major sigh as she once again cupped and squeezed my nipples. The feeling shot straight to my crotch as I cringed and covered my boobs once more. Stina took a deep breath and walked away. I turned apologetically and asked her not to be upset. I was mid-sentence when I saw her pull a set of handcuffs out of a box. I stopped and stared as she took position behind me and locked my wrists against my back. “We’re going to do this right,” she said. “I don’t want to hear a word or you’ll be gagged.” “Yes, Ma’am,” I said. I had no idea why I had addressed this girl that way but it seemed right and she was okay with my doing so. She proceeded to prepare each nipple and place a thick needle through each one by one. I writhed in pain but Stina continued in a cold and methodical fashion. When she finished I was left sitting with two new heavy gauge rings though my still hardened nipples. She wiped off the traces of blood and unfastened my handcuffs. “How are you?” asked Stina. “I…I’m okay.” “Not too painful?” “No. It felt good, I guess. I mean, I like the way it feels now,” I said. “Good, so we’re still okay?” asked Stina. I slowly smiled. “Tell me when you’re ready for a clit ring,” she said smiling. I let out a slight, exhausted laugh as I began to make my way back to the house. I didn’t even try to put on my bra or sweatshirt. Instead I wadded it up and pressed it against my aching breasts. For the next couple days I avoided Stina as I cleared my mind. My thoughts were jumbled and filled with passion towards her. I slept in our guestroom to avoid Carl and to avoid the discovery of my new nipple rings. I made sure I grabbed Stina’s panties out of my nightstand and found myself wearing them and pleasuring myself repeatedly throughout the night. Monday morning came too late and Carl saw himself to the airport. Stina knocked at the door several times that day but I wasn’t prepared to see her just yet. The final attempt was late in the evening and she’d left a note on the door. I read it and was soon crying at the thought of her leaving me so soon. She wrote that she appreciated my hospitality but that we were probably too different and should be apart. I ran to her room and demanded that she stay. “Please don’t leave me,” I cried. “We’re different. You’re married and I’m used to this lifestyle,” she countered. “I want a divorce from him. His infidelity and lack of compassion are things I can not bring myself to accept.” “He cheated on you? You’re gorgeous,” she said. “Many times. Probably as we speak.” Stina put her arms around me and apologized on his behalf. “That bastard. I’m a photographer. I can catch him in the act and you could build a case against him, you know!” I smiled with a renewed hope in our friendship and that I could finally start the process of separation with Carl. I think we were both feeling better by this point. I noticed Stina’s bedroll consisted of a few blankets and a comforter on the ground. “Would you like to sleep in our guest bedroom until you get your bed situated?” I asked. “Okay,” she said. “It has been getting cold at night.” I gave her a mini tour and showed her the guestroom. I noticed the bed was still in disarray and it occurred to me that her panties were still under the sheets. “I’m sorry the bed is rumpled. You’re always welcome to sleep in my room,” I said. Stina looked at me for a long moment. She scanned both of my eyes and put her lips to mine. The soft, gentle kiss of another woman was as satisfying as I’d always imagined. Her hand cupped my breast as the other found my buttock. I was lost in the moment as I reached and felt her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. She then interrupted me to turn us in the direction of my bedroom. I didn’t turn the light on but headed straight for the bed. I began to undress but was helped out of my clothes by Stina. She removed my top and unbuckled my belt. Before my pants were unbuttoned she caressed my thighs and wedged her leg between mine. She brought her knee up high and I squeezed my inner thighs around it. After she began to pull my pants off I could feel her breath descend slowly down my back as she knelt behind me. I stepped out of my pants as she was already pulling my panties to the side. I was already aroused to the point of wetness and she repeatedly rubbed my pussy and brought her hand to her face. Her hand gently pushed my lower back so that I bent over and placed my hands on the bed. She proceeded to pleasure me with her tongue and fingers until I climaxed and collapsed on the bed. I knew she would want me to reciprocate but I was embarrassed and scared. “Please give me time,” I begged as she positioned herself near my face. Stina rolled over and patted the bed as if to say it was okay. We got under the covers and soon she was asleep. I sat motionless, staring at the ceiling for an hour as she silently slept by my side. It was before dawn that I awoke to find she had left. I got up to check the guest bedroom but there was no one there. I put my bathrobe on and saw that her car was gone as well. I could not fall asleep so I made coffee in time to see the sun come up and the birds fly through the sprinklers. I kept an eye on her place but it was seven AM and she was still not home. I went to the guest bedroom and made up the covers. Stina’s panties were where I’d left them and so I decided to put them on under my robe. I could not stop thinking about the night before and was aroused beyond belief as thoughts of her touch played over in my mind. As I found my vibrator I heard a door shut and two women talking. I ran to the window in time to see Stina in a latex mini escorting some similarly dressed girl upstairs to her room. I couldn’t believe she’d gone out to the clubs after we’d shared such intimacy. I was extremely pissed off and sad at the same time. It was as though she was flaunting the fact that she could get someone else to satisfy her at a moment’s notice. I sat and tried to be calm and logical as the two were probably going down on each other. I waited for twenty minutes or so before I confronted her. I marched up the stairs and burst into her room without knocking. Stina was standing behind a tripod taking photos as the girl posed nude. At that moment I felt I might have overstepped my bounds. “What the fuck are you doing?” asked Stina. “What are you doing?” I replied. Stina stepped from behind the camera as the model remained standing. “I’m photographing this model for my sculptures. She’s from the university and I pay her!” Stina said. I knew I needed to apologize but my questions continued. “Where did you go last night?” “I went to a bar and then to a coffee shop where I saw Kris and asked her if she wanted to model today instead of next week,” she said calmly. We both turned to look at Kris who was picking up her clothes. “I think I’ll catch up with you at another time. I’ll call you,” she said. Stina’s nostrils were flared as she gave me a look that I had not seen before. We stood in silence as her guest gathered her belongings and closed the door behind her. “How dare you question me!” Stina barked. I stood looking at nothing in particular. “Did you think I was having sex with that girl?” “Yes!” I said “I thought you were getting back at me for last night.” “Maybe I was. That gives you no right to invade my home,” she said. I glared at her as if there was a chance I had been correct. “Fuck you!” I shouted. Stina blocked the door before I had a chance to grab the doorknob. “Fuck you, too! If I want you to service me I’ll fucking make you service me. I wasn’t mad about that!” “You’ll make me service you?” I asked incredulously. Stina walked to the other side of the room without responding. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked. “What do you think it means, Julie?” We stared at each other waiting for someone to blink. “Take off your bathrobe,” ordered Stina. I slowly untied the belt but stopped when it occurred to me I was still wearing her panties. “What’s stopping you? Take off your robe!” I paused momentarily before opening my robe and dropping it off my shoulders to the floor. Stina took a double take and concentrated on the panties I was wearing. “You fucking thief! When did you steal my panties?” I stood silent and waited for her to ask again.