1 comments/ 51330 views/ 2 favorites Breaking Free Ch. 1 By: Randen When someone finds the courage to confide in you, it is difficult not to overstep the margin of becoming emotionally involved. The rules are there for a purpose, but if you find yourself trapped by the innocent attraction of another human's pain, how do you escape? There is a shimmer at the end of the tunnel, which needs to be realized. It all began while I worked at an east coast university. A normal day, filled with numerous visits from both staff and students wanting this, wanting that. That was until I shouted quite irritatingly for the person to enter. The door opened slower, almost hesitantly. I looked over my half-rimmed glasses and watched as Lucy, one of my administration staff, entered unsurely. "Hi, Professor, sorry to disturb you," she stammered, her eyes deviated doubtfully to the floor. "Come in child, what can I do for you?" "I-I don't know…" she broke down suddenly. "Close the door and sit down," I said trying to hide the irritation from my voice. 'Probably just another broken heart or unwanted pregnancy', I thought. "I…Jennifer told me to speak to you," she said hesitantly. "Well, I suppose you're not here on a social visit. Why don't you start from the beginning?" I folded my arms and leaned back into the chair. "I…," she sank back in her chair as I interrupted her. "Remember one thing, don't lie to me, and don't hide anything. If you want me to sit here and listen to you, and help you, I need to know the truth, understand?" I said sternly. "Well Professor, you see- I can't respond to him. I feel ashamed and I know he is getting more and more frustrated. It has created a deadlock on our relationship. At times, he would just lie there, ignoring me completely. I suppose in a way, I can't blame him, but I do try really hard. It is as if he has given up completely," she started to cry. "I understand Lucy, but have you discussed the problem with him? Have you explained to him why?" I asked stroking her long dark hair. "I tried, I really tried, but it is so difficult. I don't even know what the problem is. I have even attempted to give him- oral sex, but he never got any pleasure out of it." Lucy sobbed. "Wait now Lucy," I comforted her, "let's concentrate on you first. You have to understand that men, or should I say, some men need to feel that there is value to their efforts. They need to know that they are making an impression with almost everything they do. It is their egotistically aim to see a result which can boost their own selfish wellbeing." "I don't understand," she wiped away her tears and sniffled, "I always thought that it did not matter what the woman feels, whether she…orgasm or not. My mother…" "That's your problem, Lucy," I interrupted. "Somewhere along the line, your mother has managed to influence you because of her own misfortunes. This has wrapped your own inner-self with chains of guilt, not only towards men, but also towards sex." "What should I do, Professor, how will I ever overcome this?" Lucy leant forward, tears streamed down her face, staining my shirt. "It is all up to you, Lucy. I can help you if you want, but than I need you to trust me," I said. She looked up, her makeup have left dark streaks round her large eyes. "You'll help me? Please Professor, I will be so happy, I will do anything. I just want to, for once in my life, feel something." "Slow down, Lucy, I don't know if you realize what it is I expect from you." "What do you mean, Professor?" Her eyes were quizzical, yet excited. "Hold on," I said and got up. I walked over to the door and locked it. Turning around, I looked into her questioning eyes. I sat down again and took her hands into mine. Lucy, for me to help you I need your full cooperation and mostly your trust. Do you understand?" "Yes Professor, I understand..." "There is a difference between understanding, trust and cooperation, Lucy. You have to realize that you will have to put your full trust in me and most importantly, in yourself as well. Do you think you can do that?" "Yes Professor, I think I can. I am desperate enough to trust just about anyone now, especially you." Her eyes, filled with determination as she squeezed my hands. "Okay, stand up," I ordered. "First, let's see how far you're prepared to go to help yourself." Lucy rose slowly, her flowery summer-dress swayed loosely around her slim body. The v-neck revealed a hint of white lacy-material covering her small breasts. I led her to the large mahogany cabinet in the corner of the office. With one hand, I opened one of the doors, revealing a full-sized mirror. I stepped behind her and placed my hand on her shoulders. "Okay Lucy, first I want you to look at yourself," I whispered softly against her ear, "I want you to discover your own beauty first. Look into your big brown eyes, see their passion, feel their warmth." She breathed deeply as I ran my hands along her exposed arms. Her body leaned warmly into mine. "Now, look at your mouth, your lips. Do you see their fullness, their warmth?" "Yes, I see," she whispered. "Lick them, taste them," I coaxed her. Her tongue darted hesitantly across her lips. She watched with renewed interest as the pink tip of her tongue followed the contours of her moist lips. The vision of this simple act caused an unknown sensation within her chest, making her breathe deeply again. "That's it, just relax, and breathe slowly. You are doing well," I said as I slid my hands over her shoulders, caressing them lightly up-to the smoothness of her long neck. "You see, that wasn't so bad. I want you to be totally relaxed before I continue, okay Lucy?" "Yes, Professor, I am okay." She continued to breathe slowly as her tongue slithered more frequently across her moist lips. She paused briefly as I tugged on the zip behind her neck. Slowly, I pulled the zip-catch downwards towards the small of her back. Her eyes widened briefly, but she did not attempt to stop or question me. I felt a faint stirring in my own crotch where the firmness of her buttocks rested lightly. "You have such a beautiful body, Lucy," I said, I sliding both my hands onto the bare flesh of shoulders. "My boyfriend…" "Stop, Lucy. Remember, we're not concerned about your boyfriend here. It is you we're trying to take care of first. I want you to see yourself as others do. How can you expect other people to love and respond to you if you can't do it yourself?" "But I am so plain looking. I wish I had blonde hair and bigger breasts. I will trade my body any day for one of those beach-babes on…" "Lucy, it doesn't matter what your body looks like, the main thing is, if you can't love yourself, and enjoy yourself, no other physical attribute is going to change that. We have to except the way we look, only then can we feel good about ourselves. Can you understand that?" "Yes, Professor," she sighed as she leaned her head against my chest. "Let's see what you look like," I said as I slid her dress over her shoulders. "You have such an aristocratic looking neck, long and slim, very inviting to be touched, to be kissed." I slid her dress further down her arms to around her waist, exposing her small laced-covered breasts. Lucy shivered as the cool air caressed her exposed flesh. Her mind raced as she tried to understand these unfamiliar sensations, spreading uncontrollably through her trembling body. She tried to find sense in what was taking place. The awkwardness of her standing in front of a mirror, being 'forced' to look at her own body, a body she had been living in for the last twenty-six years. A mere transportation device for her soul, kept a stranger from her inner-self, dividing her eternal existence between the sinfulness of pleasure and survival of her soul. Constantly, her mother would lecture on the merciless wrath that might befall her if she ever attempted, either by her mind or own hand, to explore such wicked and unholy territory. She struggled endlessly during her puberty years with these unrelenting temptations, denying herself the answers to these forbidden sensations, forcing them with great difficulty from her mind. Right up to the age of twenty, the year her mother died, she had never been with a man, never as much felt a hand or another pair of lips on her. She was shy, afraid, and withdrawn. She could not even undress in front of other girls in her dormitory whilst at university. However, here she is now, her body melting against the body of her mentor, guiding her towards the liberation of her bonds. She hesitated slightly, waiting for the pounding in her chest to slow down as she took deep breaths. His burning hands are on her bare skin, touching, yet not touching. "You really do have nice breasts, Lucy," I whispered again. "They're perfect for your slim body, look at their shape. They look little ripened pears, ready to be plucked." She stared for a while at first, not sure what she was looking at. She noticed the darkness of her areolas through the thin lacy material. To her, they were mere unnecessary appendages, which only subjected her to pain, another reason her friends constantly teased her about. She stiffened as she felt my hands brushing against her skin to the centre of her chest. "Just relax, and remember, breathe. I will stop if you want me to." I waited silently, keeping my fingers on the clasp between her breasts. Her body relaxed again as she took another deep breath. "I'm okay. I just…" "Don't explain to me Lucy. You don't have to explain to anyone. This is your body, you can do with it what you want, and when you want to. Do not let anyone control it. It belongs to you, understand?" I emphasized. "Yes Professor, I think I do," she said bravely. "Say it. Tell me that it belongs to you. Tell yourself!" "This body belongs to me," she said softly. "Say it again, louder." "This is my body," she said with an edge of passion. "Good, you're doing well, let's continue." My fingers worked on the clasp of her bra. I pulled the two cups away slowly and slid the bra down her arms. I watched as her nipples started to protrude from her milky white breasts. "They are so beautiful, Lucy. Can you see that?" "Yes, Professor-" "Call me Dan." "Yes, Dan." "Your skin is so smooth, I bet they are quite firm," I said as I cupped one. She inhaled sharply, her body tensed. "Relax, Lucy. I want you to touch them, feel their smoothness, and feel their warmth. Nothing is going to happen, I promise you. These are yours to enjoy as much as you want." I took hold of her hands and placed them over her breasts. "That's good, Lucy. How does it feel?" "It's…different," she whispered. Her hands moved hesitantly upon her breasts. She flushed as she realized just how much she enjoyed feeling their firmness, yet softness. Her fingers squeezed more firmly, eliciting a sharp sensation to surge down her spine. I squeezed more firmly over her hands, massaging deeper into her firm flesh. Her breathing increased markedly as she leaned hard against my chest. Manipulating my fingers around hers, I clamped her own around her now swollen nipples. "Oh, Dan- what's happening to me? I am…," she said with a rasping voice. "Don't fight it, Lucy. Go with it; close your eyes and just let it flow through you like a warm breeze in a hot summer's night." I whispered. Her writhing body against mine caused a familiar stirring between my thighs. I released her hands and slid mine slowly down her waist. "Don't stop, Lucy, you are allowed to enjoy the feeling. Get to know your body; get to know what you like." With her eyes shut, her tongue darted feverishly across her dry lips as she breathed faster. I got hold of the thin material around her waist and slowly pushed her dress over her thighs, revealing a pair of old-fashioned cotton-panties. Lucy watched horrified as her dress slid further down to pool around her ankles. Her thighs, pale like her breasts, were slim, leaving a clear valley underneath a shadowy mound. The sudden realization of her exposed vulnerability brought forth an unnerving, yet thrilling emotion, causing her body to tremble as her breathing became raspy. What is happening to me? She thought. She watched as her stomach muscles went taut. The feeling of those hands burned her skin, teasing, enticing her further, and taking her to a place she had never gone before. My hand travelled lower, brushing against the darkened triangle towards the valley of her thighs. I felt the spongy feeling of her pubic bush hidden underneath her skin-colour panties. Her body stiffened suddenly as my fingers dipped inwards between her thighs. She kept her eyes closed. Could it be fear, fear of her journey into the unknown? She inhaled sharply as I cupped her mound more firmly. "That's it my pigeon, let it go. Don't hold back," I whispered softly against her ear. I felt the contours of her mound against the palm of my hand. Gently, I laid a finger across her crotch, searching for that familiar warmth between her folds. There it is! The evidence of dampness started to filter through the cotton material. "Prof- Dan…I can't…please!" She grabbed my hand, but did not attempt to remove it. She kept her eyes closed, her red streaked breasts heaved up and down. "Just breathe, Lucy, I won't do anything you are not ready for. Just relax," I said as I took her hand gently from behind and slowly guided it where mine had rested before. "You have nothing to fear. This is quite normal. Feel your desires flow from your body." I felt her fingers moving underneath mine, exploring. Her body shook involuntarily, her eyes opened wide as her fingers discovered her secret nub. "I think that's enough for today," I said before she could react. "Best we end on a high note." I kissed her cheek before bending down to retrieve her dress and bra. After I helped her to get dressed, I asked, "So how do you feel?" She thought for a moment, "Fine…confused, it felt so strange. I'm still not sure what I felt, but there was something which I have never experienced before." "Lucy, it's all up to you. If you would rather not continue, I understand, but I think you are doing just great. Soon you will discover a completely new world out there. Soon you will break free from guilt and start to live a new life. All you have to do is to trust yourself and just let go. Do you think you can do that?" "Yes, Dan. I do, because I trust you. When should…" "Whenever you're ready, Lucy, it's all up to you," I answered, "but let's not rush it. Why don't you go to town, have break, think about what you feel. We need to be careful, I would hate if some of the staff might sense something. They won't understand and I don't want the tongues to start waggling, understand?" "Yes, I do. What time should we meet?" Her eyes stared back at me with a hint of braveness. "Let's say, five o' clock in the afternoon, when most of the staff has left, okay?" "That's good," she said with a faint smile and turned to walk towards the door. "You sure have a beautiful body, Lucy." "Thanks, Dan," she muttered shyly and left. *** The following day, I did not see Lucy at all. Jennifer, one of Lucy's assistants, told me later that Lucy left a message saying that she might be in later that day. Something, a faint glint in her eyes, and the way she said it, raised my suspicion that she new more than she should. "Thanks Jennifer, I hope it is not serious?" I asked concerned. "Oh-no Dan, she is due a couple of days off. You know her; she has always been so conscientious about her work that she never even took a day off sick. I am surprised myself, maybe it's something to do with a new man," she winked. "Well, I wouldn't know, Jen," I mumbled, feeling my face go scarlet. "Well, well, well," Jennifer said slowly. She closed the door and sat down on the visitors chair in front of my desk. Crossing her slim legs seductively, she asked, "Dan, did Lucy come to see you yesterday?" "What do you mean?" I asked innocently. "Come-on, you know what I mean. Lucy and I are very good friends. We speak a lot, and I mean a lot. I just want to know how much she has told you about herself. She does have some…problems. I told her to speak to you. Apart from that, I knew she was here yesterday." "She told you?" I felt my heart race. "Dan, you are not listening. What I am saying, is that we speak often. I suggested she comes to see you, seeing that you are a man. I doubt, being a woman, if I would have been able to help her at all." "Help her with what?" I played stupid. "Don't be patronizing, Dan. I thought that you would be able to help her come to terms with her sexuality, help her to understand that sex is not such an evil thing." "Okay, you're right. She did come to speak to me yesterday," I relented. "So, my ears didn't lie to me then," she smiled while she swept a red hair-lock from her face, "I thought I heard a bit of, deep-breathing going on." Jennifer uncrossed her legs, giving me a clear view of her red, sheer panties. She deliberately kept her knees apart, a wicked smile played on her freckled face. I felt my mouth go dry, somewhere behind my prostrate, the pressure started to increase. "You were spying on her?" I asked sternly. "Yes, I was. Lucy asked me to stay close. She was very nervous. Don't worry, I found it quite exciting. I almost came in to join, but I masturbated instead," she said huskily, her hands ran along the side of her stocking-clad thighs, shifting her skirt higher. I felt my manhood spring to life and stood up, not breaking eye contact with her. Her tongue flurried nervously across her moist lips as I stood beside her. "That was very bad of you, to spy on your friend, and even more so, to spy on me. I think you need to be taught a lesson," I tested. "What are you going to do, sack me?" Her eyes looked at me daringly. "Oh-no, that will be too easy a punishment, and besides, you are doing a good job." "Thanks for the complement, but…" "Stand up!" I ordered. Jennifer stood up slowly; her green eyes were slightly larger. "Bend over the table, now!" I said, not giving her a chance to answer. She bent her upper body over the table and rested on her elbows. "I don't want to hear another sound out of you, shake your head if you understand," I ordered. She nodded her head nimbly. I walked over, locked the door, and stood behind her. Jennifer shrieked as I landed my hand with a sting on her buttock. "That was for spying on me," I said while caressing her buttock, "which is not such a big sin, but getting pleasure out of it," I smacked her again, "was totally selfish. While your pussy was all wet, I had a very painful erection, of which I could do nothing about." "I am sorry, Dan. Please forgive me, I will do anything, as Long as you stop being angry at me," she said with excitement in her voice. Well, let's see how much you are prepared to do," I said as I took hold of the hem of her skirt. Slowly, I pulled her skirt around her hips, exposing her panty-clad bottom. I squeezed both her cheeks, feeling my cock throbbing painfully inside my pants. I ran my fingers along the cleft of her arse until I reached her hanging mound. "Mm, you are soaking wet," I said as I stroked her. Jennifer strained to lift her arse higher, spreading her legs wider. A disappointed sigh escaped her lips as I stopped my fondling. I walked around the desk to face her. "No, stay where you are, we are not finished yet," I commanded while I undid my pants. She watched in anticipation as I lowered my pants over my solid hard cock. A tiny drop of sperm glistened in the dimly lit office. I grabbed her red bushy-hair with one hand and placed the head of my cock against her lips. Breaking Free Ch. 1 "Now, suck me, suck me deep you little slut," I ordered. My body jerked as she took me deep into her warm mouth. She reached for my balls while her other hand snaked around the base of my length, bobbing her head slowly up and down. "Yes, that's good, take it all," I gasped while I moved my hips in rhythm with her bobbing head. I slid my hands into the front of her dress and grabbed her breasts. She groaned as I squeezed her nipples painfully; her hips started to hump the table edge. Holding on to one breast, I lubricated one finger with my sputum and I leaned over her. I shoved my hand into her panties, following the path to her anus. She bounced against the table more vigorously when she felt my lubricated finger entering abruptly into her puckered hole. Her head moved faster, her mouth sucked harder. I felt myself nearing an orgasm very fast. "Stop," I said, pulling away quickly, "I don't want to waste this." I walked around the desk and stood behind her again. Hastily, I pulled her soaked panties down. She groaned when she felt my head pressing against her swollen lips. "Yes, Dan, fuck me, fuck me hard," she uttered excitedly as she grabbed her breasts. With one shove, I buried myself to the hilt inside her tight, hot wetness. I lubricated my thumb with her juices, and placed it over her anus. "Fuck!" she screamed, as she felt herself stretching to the limit. I withdrew my cock slowly and shoved it into her savagely again, causing the desk to screech along the floor. Her hands clamped themselves over the edges on the other side when she felt my thumb entering her ring. "Fuck me, fuck me harder," she screamed. I pumped into her harder and faster while my thumb slipped in and out of her contracting anus, feeling my cock moving inside of her. Jennifer's head jerked back and forth, as she felt herself nearing a climax. "Oh-no, you slut, you don't deserve to come like this, not this time," I said as I pulled out of her. "Oh, please Dan, please fuck me more," she begged. "Of course, slut, but like this…" I placed my throbbing head against her stretched anus, and slowly advanced my shaft forwards. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed, banging her head repeatedly on the desk. I slowly withdrew and then advanced, sinking deeper and deeper into her tight orifice. Her hips started to rotate, as she ground her clit against the edge. Leaning forward, I unzipped her dress and slid my hands over her large breasts. I increased my pace; squeezing her large nipples each time, I rode into her white buttocks at a steady pace, feeling her clenching around my dick. "Dan, I'm coming. I'm going to come," she wailed. This spurred me on, faster I slammed into her, feeling a pressure growing deep within my balls. Sweat dripped from my face, as my own breathing race across my lips. Jennifer arched her head upwards, "Yes Dan! Oh-yes!" she screamed as an orgasm shook her body. Her contracting muscles finally drove me over the edge, causing my cock to pulsate strongly, spewing a string of sperm within her heated body. As the last spasms started to fade, I pulled free from Jennifer, "On your knees, slut," I commanded. Jennifer got unsteadily down to her knees, knowing well what's expected of her. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, directing me deeply into her mouth, sucking and licking gratefully. "Now, that's a good girl," I praised her. "I think you liked it, didn't you?" Releasing my cock, she smiled, "Oh yes, I haven't had such a quick, but good fuck for a long time. We should do it more often." "We will," I smiled back, "bit we have to take care of Lucy first, and this is where you can help if you want to." "Oh yes, definitely. Just tell me what I should do, I am at your command, Professor," she grinned wickedly. "If you don't mind, you can 'work' late. When I tell you, I would like you to come into the office. I have a great job for you, okay?" "I can't wait to see what that is," she said standing up. Jennifer started to fix her dress and bent down to pull her panties up. "Wait, I'll have those. A reminder of what's to 'come'." *** I was just about to give up on Lucy arriving, when I heard a soft, hesitant knock on the door. When I opened the door, I stared in disbelief. This was not the 'Lucy' I knew. She had cut her long brown hair into a shoulder-length bob, opening up her rounded face. "You look absolutely stunning!" I said and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you very much. It's not too short, is it?" she said as she played with her hair self-consciously. "Oh no, definitely not, it fits you well. Is that a new dress as well?" I asked as she entered. The dress was made of some type of white, satin material, which clung seductively to her body. From behind, I could clearly see the outline of a g-string type panty, but no sign of bra-straps. The hem came to about midway of her white, stocking-clad thighs. "Yes," she said blushing, "it took me some time to actually decide what to buy. I have never worn such dresses before." "Have a seat, would you like some wine?" I offered. "That would be nice." Her hands fidgeted with her dress as she sat down and crossed her legs. "How does the dress make you feel?" I prompted. "I- I don't know," she said as she looked down and shifted uncomfortably. I handed her a glass and sat down beside her, "Come on, you had to feel something. You have to be true to yourself. I doubt if anybody has ever seen you wearing anything like this before." She took a sip of her wine, "You're right, I have never worn anything like this before. I feel a bit sluttish." "Do you enjoy the feeling?" I noticed the twin peaks, which had suddenly appeared on the thin satin material. "I…don't know what you mean," she said defensively. "I think you do, Lucy. I think you enjoy the feel of the soft material against your bare skin. Your nipples have grown half an inch just by the mentioning of the word, 'slut'." "You know I am not a slut!" Her eyes turned misty as she stared angrily at me. "Yes, I know, but you would like to be. You would like to be my slut, just admit it," I continued. She wiped a tear away with a trembling hand and gulp down the glass of wine. "Lucy, it's okay. Don't forget, it is your right to allow yourself to feel whatever you want. All I am doing is to awaken those suppressed feelings, your desires. First, you will have to overcome your fears and then your pain. Once you can overcome that, you can turn your pain into pleasure. Do you understand?" "I- I think so, but I am not so sure. I have come to a stage where I enjoy the pain; I nurture it. In this way, I don't have to face the fear of having pleasure." I stood up and took her empty glass, "Come here, I want to show you something." I led her by the hand to the full-length mirror, again. "Just look at yourself, Lucy. Can you see what one day of therapy has done for you? You are definitely on the path to rediscovery. Now tell me, what did you do when you left today? I want all the details," I said as I wrapped my arms around her slowly. "Well, I first had my hair done, and then I went hunting for this dress," she answered. "Was that all?" "I bought some new underwear as well," she said softly. "May I see?" "If you want to..." I reached down and pulled her skirt up. I was even more surprised as I looked at the thin, white, satin material covering her bushy mound. "Mm, very nice, and it's a g-string on top of that, it looks a hell of a lot better than what you wore yesterday." "You think so?" Lucy asked shyly. "Definitely, but it is important of what you feel. Did it make you excited when you tried it on?" "A little, yes. I felt…sexy," she blushed. "Did you touch yourself?" "I…tried. Yes I did." "Where…?" "My breasts…like I did today." "Show me," I said. Lucy's hands lifted her breasts slowly to cup her breasts. "Were you naked?" I asked. "Yes…, I just had a bath." "Well, let's take this of then. I want you to show me precisely." She didn't resist while I undid her dress and slid it over her head. Again, she leaned against me, watching her reflection in the mirror. She cradled her breasts in her hands, massaging the soft flesh. Her nipples grew instantly like the day before. "Did you touch yourself anywhere else," I prompted. "Yes, I tried, but…I couldn't." "You mean like this," I said lowering my hand to cup her crotch. Lucy's body arced against mine. "Yes," she whispered, closing her eyes as she felt my exploring fingers. "What then?" "I became afraid." Well Lucy, I am not going to do it for you, not yet anyway. Our aim with this therapy is for you to be able to pleasure yourself. Step out of your dress and come to the desk." She looked at me quizzically, but obeyed. I cleared the desk quickly and motioned her to lie down. She stood beside the desk and hesitantly shifted her buttocks in the centre, waiting. "Lie down so that your legs hang over the edge," I said softly. She obeyed silently and wriggled around until she felt comfortable. I opened a drawer and pulled out a silk scarf. "I am going to blindfold you, Lucy. Now, I don't want you to be afraid. Just breathe and relax." "Yes, Dan," she answered softly. Her face looked slightly flushed in the dim-lit room. After I wrapped the scarf over her eyes, I removed two long, silky curtain cords from the drawer. "Lucy, the whole thing is about you breaking free from your bonds, using it to give yourself pleasure. Don't be afraid, but I am going to tie some rope around your hands and feet, okay?" "Yes Dan," she whispered. Her nipples were fully erect now. I bound her wrists firmly in the centre of one rope and fed it underneath her body so that the two ends came out between her legs. I took the two ends back so that they ran between thighs, over her silk-covered crotch, and breasts, tying then around her wrists again. The second rope, I tied around her ankles feet and fed it under the desk, tying them around her wrists, causing the first rope to pull firmly between her buttocks and labia's. "How're you feeling?" I asked. "Fine, but why are you tying me up?" she asked, licking her suddenly dry lips nervously. "The ropes represent your fears, your suppression, imprisoning your body and emotions. I want you to clear your mind, block everything out. Concentrate on your breathing, feel the warmth as it flows through your body. Imagine you are floating in pool of warm, thick liquid; feel it caressing every inch of your body." I watched as her body started to relax, her breathing deepened into a regular rhythm. "Lucy, when you're ready, I want you to twist your wrists ever so slightly. Not too much, just gently, understand?" "Yes Dan," she whispered softly, "but why?" "By doing this, even though you are bounded, you will manipulate that which represents your grief, to awaken feeling of hidden pleasure within you. You will be in full control of every movement. Each time you twist your wrists, or legs, the ropes will slide through your intimate areas, causing pressure and friction." I watched her flayed body, lying motionless on the cool wooden desk. A slight movement of her wrist caused her face to flush. She rested, waiting for more courage to continue. A moment goes by; her wrists twisted slightly again. I watched as the double rope bit deeper into her crevices." "That's good, Lucy, just let happen, you're on your own." I walked to the door and opened it. Jennifer's startled, yet excited face, stared guiltily back at me. I quickly placed my finger over her lips and motioned her to enter. Closing the door softly, we walked and stood beside Lucy's sprawling body. Her breathing has become more rapidly, her crimson face, distorted in concentration. We watched as her wrists rolled slowly back and forth, which eliciting a shiver through her body as the ropes slid across her sensitive clit and anus. "You're doing fine," I whispered against her ear, "how does it feel?" "Nice…good," she breathed excitedly. "Don't stop. I f you feel the need to go faster, you can. Remember, you are in full control. Would you like me to touch you as well?" The sudden request caused her legs to swing outwards, tightening the cords within her fold slightly more. To Lucy's surprise, the thought of someone else's hands on her body, sent an enhanced tingling sensation to distribute warmly between her legs. She felt herself getting wetter as the vision of the silk cords slid effortlessly and rhythmically through her swollen mound. "Yes, I'd…like that." I nodded at Jennifer whom was licking her lips excitedly. Without hesitation, she started to trail her hands along Lucy's body, starting at her shoulders, around her breasts, towards her flat taut stomach, causing her to strain against the cords. Watching this, I felt my swollen cock jerking inside my pants. I reached between Jennifer's thighs, and slid my hand towards her panty-less crotch. Her smooth lips were warm and wet with her flowing juices. She now had both of Lucy's breasts in her hands, massaging and squeezing her nipples relentlessly. Lucy's body was bucking anxiously upon the table as she moved her wrists and legs in a short synchronized rhythm. "Oh Dan, that feels so good, I have never felt like this before!" Lucy gasped. Jennifer bent down and licked Lucy's inflamed nipples with a purring noise coming from her mouth. She lifted her arse higher, giving me better access to her dripping mound. I found her clit and made small teasing circles over the hood. Her hips started to rotate with lust and I shoved three fingers into her, pumping vigorously, stretching her walls wider. Without stopping, I knelt behind her and drilled my tongue into her anus. She almost screamed with pleasure as she bucked against my face. Her body shuddered as an explosion erupted within her, drenching my wrist as she came. Lucy moaned loudly as she felt her nipples disappearing into a warm, wet vacuum. Her taut bonds became one with her body, biting pleasurably within her clefts, torturing her swollen clit and anus. She felt a rush of boiling pleasure, grabbing and releasing. Her legs, jerked involuntarily upwards, fighting against the restraints, making them tighter. I moved away from Jennifer and beckoned her to stop. Lucy moaned disappointedly as I started to undo the cords. Leaving her hands tied and the blindfold on, I stood in front of her dangling legs. Slowly, I parted her legs, revealing her wet-stained crotch. The musky smell of her sex caused my own to throb painfully. I bent down and took a deeper breath. Lucy jolted as she felt my lips kissing her milky thighs. I sucked gently on the soft flesh, swirling my tongue in teasing circles, closer and closer to her heated core. "Dan!" she shouted as she felt my opened mouth covering her bulging mound. Her hips bucked awkwardly against my face. Slowly, I trailed my tongue along her slit, forcing her silken panties between her lips. She jumped as I reached her sensitive clit. "Oh Dan!" she cried, her head tossing from side to side. She drew her legs uninhibitedly upwards, feeling her heated desire rising, wanting more. I slid my hands along her waist and took hold of her panties. Without breaking contact, I slid them inch by inch over her hips until they were around her thighs. Only the thin barrier of the silken cloth, kept me from her unexplored elixir of life, its unrefined wisdom and mystic ingredient, hungry for knowledge and understanding. Quickly, I slid her panties towards her knees, exposing her dark bush of pubic hair. Her swollen lips glistening brightly as the soft pink flesh protruded unashamedly from her folds. I licked along her labia's teasingly, taunting her relentlessly. I felt my own painful throbbing as I started to suck along each lip, sliding them between my tongue and lip. Lucy strained desperately against her binds, breathing torturously from her chest. I trailed my tongue downwards along her slit until I felt the indention of her un-trodden entrance. I felt Jennifer's hands encircling my waist to loosen my trousers. With well-trained hands, she pulled me free from the confines of my underwear and trousers. She pulled my shoes off and allowed me to step out of my garments. She encircled my swollen shaft firmly with her tiny hand and stroked me teasingly. I felt her warm breath against my buttocks and jerked when she ran her tongue along the valley of my cheeks. An electrical charge surged unforgiving through my body as she plunged her tongue into my anus. The result of my own pleasure caused me to push my tongue as far as I possibly could into Lucy's opening, tasting her sweet juices. "Oh my god, what are you doing!" Her body shivered and trembled erratically as she felt the slithering of my probing tongue. Her knees were resting against her chest, allowing full access to her coated mound. She bucked as I reached for her engorged clit, feeling titillating sensation spreading rapidly through her body. Gently I replaced my tongue with another finger, probing, stretching the walls of her tight cavern. Her body jolted as I licked across her anus. "Oh Dan, please, I can't…take it anymore," she wailed. Her hips kept humping against my finger, drawing it deeper into her depths. I inserted two fingers within her womb, feeling the ridge of her hymen. With a quick push, I tore the membrane, removing the barrier of her imprisoned essence, her liberty, coating my fingers bright red. "Dan!" she cried out as she felt the sudden sharp pain. "Relax, Lucy, it's all over," I promised. Keeping my fingers inside of her, I moved my mouth over her clit again, circling my tongue around her sensitive nub. With my cock in her hand, Jennifer seated herself between my spread thighs, leaning with her back against the desk, cupping the soft skin of my sack gently. I felt her pulling my shaft downwards, licking the shiny surface of my head, swirling her tongue torturously around the rim before taking me deeply into her warm mouth. This only inspired me to lick faster across Lucy's clit. She gasped and bucked against my chin, bouncing vigorously against my fingers. "Oh yes, Dan! Oh my god, yes Dan! Harder…suck me harder!" she shouted, not caring about anything anymore as she felt a molten wave growing within the depths of her soul. I sucked and licked with increased fervour, feeling my own lava boiling within my balls. Lucy moaned as I released her clit, bucking her hips frustratingly against my fingers. I motioned towards Jennifer to stand beside Lucy's writhing body as I pulled her buttocks closer to the edge of the dask. She waited. She knew what to do. I took my cock and lubricated the thick shaft along Lucy's juiced covered lips. Gently I placed the head against her entrance. She held her breath. She knew what was to come. Slowly, I advanced forward, pushing myself into her wet cavern. She gasped as I slid to the hilt within her clamping walls, her lush bush, entangling with mine. Slowly, I withdrew, then, slid inside of her again. Each time she would gasp as she felt her walls of her pussy stretching. I continued slowly, rhythmically, watching her face distort as she dissected a new exhilarating feeling of invasion. I pulled her legs against my chest, feeling the soft cool skin of her buttocks and thighs. "Are you okay?" I asked as her toes flicked repeatedly next to my ears. "Yes…it feels so good," she answered with a raspy, throaty voice, "god that feels good." With a smile, I winked towards Jennifer whom had her hands on her crotch and between her legs. She released her breast and reached for Lucy's clit. I could see the confusion on appear on Lucy's face. Breaking Free Ch. 1 "What…" she uttered. "Relax; it's only me," Jennifer said calmingly, "I am here to help you as well. I want to help. Do you mind?" Lucy licked her lips feverishly, lost for words as her body responded to Jennifer's fingers. I increased my speed, but with shorter strokes, brushing my head against the upper wall inside her pussy. She groaned loudly. "Do you mind, Lucy?" I asked again. Jennifer reached forward and ran her palm calmingly across her peaked nipples, squeezing her breasts gently. "Yes…yes it's fine," her voice raced. She started to move her hips, forcing her legs from my grip to widen them. The sensation of my cock sliding inside of her, together with Jennifer's expert fingers on her clit and nipples, brought forth an unmentionable pleasure from her depths. "Deeper…faster Dan," she begged unashamedly, "fuck me Dan, yes, please fuck me hard." Her words shot a tremor through my body. I increased my speed, ramming my shaft hard into her. Jennifer leaned sucked on Lucy's clit while my pelvis slammed against the side her head. While her one hand squeezed and massaged Lucy's breasts, she rubbed her own cunt with the other, matching my speed. I felt the pressure increasing in my balls, as my orgasm approached fast. Looking down at Lucy's flushed facial expression, a volcanic eruption burst through my body, threatening to paralyze my movements. A sound I did not recognised, escaped hoarsely from my throat as I shot hot sperm deep within her cavity. Lucy felt the sudden pulsation inside of her, followed by a warmth coating the sensitive walls of her pussy. Her head jerked backwards, a guttural groan escaped her lips a burst of light and pleasure shook her shuddering body. She cried out loudly as wave after wave of spasms washed over her contracting muscles, clamping down hard, holding on in desperation, not wanting to let go. The vision of two bodies filled with pleasure, careering over the edge, triggered Jennifer into another powerful orgasm, sucking her fingers into her cunt own contracting cunt. We all remained silent, feeling the final spasms fading through our bodies. "That was absolutely fantastic," Lucy was the first to break the silence, "what have I missed all these years!" Tears soaked the blindfold over her eyes as she laid there whimpering in satisfaction. "Untie her," I said to Jennifer. Lucy gasped as I slid my still rigid cock from her. I bent down and kissed her mound passionately, tasting our mixed juices. Lucy looked at me with wide-eyed admiration and appreciation. "Thank you very much Dan- Jennifer. I don't know how to repay you for what you have done." Tears ran freely down her face. "Oh you will, Lucy. This is far from over, Sweetness. Now that you know what real pleasure is, I- we can teach you to return the favour." "That will be wonderful!" she said with an enthusiastic, childlike voice, "when can we start?" "Slow down. One day at a time, Kitten," I said as we hugged her warmly. To be continued, only if you enjoyed it. Please, come back and take the time to vote. All comments are more than welcome, besides; it is good practise for new editors.