1 comments/ 89781 views/ 6 favorites Sarah's Bisexual Awakening Ch. 01 By: Sarah the Lioness For the past couple of years I had been getting progressively more curious about what it would be like to have sex with another woman, it had become my favourite fantasy and increasingly my imagination would conjure up a certain image of a beautiful blond girl whenever I reached for my favourite sex toys and indulged myself. I would visualize this woman seducing me and let her gently but firmly coerce me into fantastic lesbian sex. What always spoilt the moment was that I had had a very straight-laced upbringing and so I often felt guilty afterwards, thinking how wrong it was to have sexual feelings towards other women. To make matters worse I knew how ridiculous I was being feeling ashamed of my lesbian fantasies, as my husband and I had decided to ‘open’ our marriage well over a year ago, I was having sex with other men on a fairly regular basis and did not feel ashamed of that in the slightest, even with my ‘respectable’ background. I guess it must have been because I was doing it with my husband’s support and encouragement. One night we were talking generally about our fantasies and I admitted to my husband Kevin, how my thoughts were increasingly turning towards other women, and after some serious coaxing I related my fantasy to him. Kevin was not satisfied with me just telling the overall gist of my fantasy, he wanted me to show him exactly what I felt by re-living the whole thing in my head. Fortunately we are both very confident and relaxed with each other sexually and so after a while I closed my eyes and just let my mind wander into one of my favourite scenarios. As my story unfolded my sexual arousal increased very quickly, my hands automatically sought out my rapidly swelling pussy, and while my left hand teased and circled my clitoris, my right delved deeper until it found my waiting hole and I slowly pushed a finger inside. With a little gentile persuasion Kevin managed to keep me on track and as my fantasy progressed I somehow managed to describe what I was visualizing. I did not hold back in the slightest, and hearing my own voice dripping with desire as I was gently forced to go down and taste my imaginary girlfriend greatly heightened the intensity of the moment, I caressed myself with greater enthusiasm as my excitement rose and I rubbed manically at my now very wet pussy. I could feel myself rushing headlong towards what I knew was going to be a huge orgasm and I could not speak any more, nor did I need to. Kevin was well aware of where I was in my fantasy and he sat back and watched as I thrashed about the bed, lost in the power of my erotic mental vision. In my imagination I was locked in a 69 position with a beautiful woman, my mouth was plunged into her sweet tasting pussy and I sucked the life out of her while she squirmed in my arms, her own tongue sought its way inside my desperately yearning cunt and lapped at my overflowing juices sending me to the edge of the yawning chasm of my orgasm. In the real world, I was laying on my bed, the fingers of my left hand furiously rubbing at my clitoris while three of the fingers of my right hand were thrusting themselves in and out of my sopping hole as I fucked myself into oblivion. I knew I wouldn’t last long, I never had when I was fantasizing about girls as I got so turned on by my imaginings, and true to form I quickly felt myself approaching the inevitable sexual avalanche. My body begin to tense up as the first pulsating waves began to spread from my pussy, working their way outwards like ripples in a pond. I fucked myself into a frenzy with my fingers, my come flowing freely out of my vagina and making loud squelching noises against my swollen labia as I pounded myself with my hands. My nipples were tingling with an unbearable urgency and I began to shudder violently. Finally I exploded onto the crest of a massive orgasm! I screamed out loudly as my body shook with uncontrollable spasms’ and the muscles in my pussy contracted and pulsed around my embedded fingers. I sucked in a huge amount of air, rolling around the bed like I was possessed by the devil. I groaned through clenched teeth as I devoured every last drop of the incredible sensations running throughout my body and holding my breath I convulsed until the intensity passed and I slowly but surely rejoined the land of the living. Eventually I managed to pull myself together and I looked up at Kevin a bit sheepishly. “Wow Sarah! We have got to do something about this!” His eyes were alight with excitement. “Why haven’t you told me before that you liked girls this much?” I lifted my naked body further up onto the pillows into a half-sitting position. I was still feeling extremely aroused and my hand continued to gently stroke my come soaked and swollen vagina. “I don’t know? It just didn’t feel right somehow.” I tried to explain. “I know it shouldn’t matter if I have fantasies about girls, but I find it kind of embarrassing.” I fumbled on, “I know I am being ridiculous considering the fact that I have fucked a whole string of different men in the past year or so, but it is different with girls. It just feels wrong somehow and I find it hard to admit that I feel this way.” Kevin smiled and crawling onto the bed he kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Sarah I love you more than anything in the world.” His hand travelled down my arm and covering my hand he pushed one of my fingers into my moist hole, holding it there firmly. “But sometimes you can be such a plonker!” I feigned anger and tried to slap him but he had my hand pinned tightly between my legs and had grabbed hold of the other before I could move. We rolled around on the bed in a mock struggle and I came to rest underneath him, my hand, and his still firmly buried between my legs. With my free hand I tenderly stroked his face, our lips were inches apart and I looked lovingly into his eyes. “Kevin, I love you so much.” “I know Sarah, and you know I will always love you too, no matter what you may get up to.” I slipped my tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately. My body started to serpent and sway and I thrust my groin into his as Kevin’s finger joined mine in my receptive and craving pussy. “Not quite yet my darling,” he teased, rolling off to lay beside me while both he and I continued to gently finger-fuck me in a delightful synchronization. “Before you get carried away I want to sort out this problem you have with girls.” I was feeling so very horny now. Once my body had started taking over I found it harder and harder to fight it. I have always been the same. I am highly sexed and once I get to a certain level of arousal I lose control completely and just have to be fucked! I was not at that level yet but I was certainly on the way. “Oh Kevin. Can’t we talk about this later?” I pleaded. He kissed me on the nose. “Calm down sweetheart. You can play with yourself while we are talking, but I want to sort out this girlie thing now that you have finally brought it up.” We spoke for ages about my confused and conflicting emotions until eventually Kevin’s persistent logic finally got through to me and I realised that I had no genuine opposition to having sex with women, I was just feeling guilty because of the way I had been brought up and was ‘programmed’ to think. As always Kevin helped shore up my self-confidence and eventually I was honest with myself and faced the fact that I could well be bisexual, at least I had to agree that given the chance I would like to try and find out. Like most men Kevin loved the thought of his wife having sex with another woman and was soon coming up with various ways to turn my fantasy into a reality. This is where I had to pull in his reins. I told him firmly that even though I had finally accepted that I wanted to give it a try, I was much too self-conscious to go it alone. It’s funny. I had no qualms about going out and getting ‘picked up’ anytime I wanted sex with another man, but this was different somehow. Eventually Kevin came up with an idea that seemed perfect. To be honest I don’t know why we had not thought of it before tonight, before I’d even admitted my desire for girls. One of our local weekly newspapers contained pages of ‘contact ads’, with hundreds of singles and couples seeking others for sex. It seemed so logical, we had both been picking-up other sexual partners and had a lot of discreet fun, but had only been able to share the experience by recounting it to each other when we got home. If we met up with another ‘like minded’ couple we could actually watch each other being fucked by strangers and possibly even join in! This also seemed to be the solution to my anxiety of getting together with a girl, as I knew I would have Kevin around to bolster my confidence again if I needed it. We made love long into the night after reaching our decision, knowing that we were about to embark on a new and potentially exciting chapter in our lives. Kevin is not one to ‘let the grass grow’, and just three weeks later we were on our way to a bar to meet a couple called Anne and Alan. We had spoken to many prospective couples on the phone but for one reason or another they did not feel right. Tonight though, I had higher hopes. I had spoken with both Anne and Alan quite a few times that week and they seemed to be really nice, sensible and ‘normal’ people. Anne told me she was twenty-eight and bisexual, and Alan was thirty-two and straight. Perfect. We all agreed that we wanted to meet each other as soon as possible but we both had other commitments the approaching weekend. Friday night was out because Alan had his children over, (from his first marriage), and on Saturday they had already made arraignments to meet with a friend. Kevin and myself also had a family party to go to on the Saturday. We eventually solved the problem by arranging to meet them in the same bar they were seeing their friend in but an hour or so earlier. It was not far from the party we had to attend and so it suited everyone. It was mid July. We were in the middle of a hot spell and the nights were warm and balmy. Even so, I did not have a clue what to wear. I mean, what does someone wear when they are going to offer their body to two complete strangers? I keep myself in pretty good shape and I am quite pleased with the way I look, so I certainly didn’t mind showing my body off. It’s just that I wanted to make the right impression, ‘whatever that was?’ Finally I gave in to Kevin who was determined that I should go dressed in something as revealing as possible. In fact his final words on the subject were. “Look Sarah. You are going to meet two people who you hope will fuck your brains out, so you might as well advertise what you have to offer and show them just how fuckable you really are!” His last comment was the one that sold me when he smiled at me and said. “Anyway, even if we don’t like them it will drive me wild having you on my arm dressed like a slut; you know how much that turns me on and I promise I will shag you senseless afterwards however it turns out.” That was good enough for me! Besides, for some strange reason I have always found it exciting dressing like a high-class whore. I love the openly leering stares men give me and any disapproving looks from other women has never bothered me in the slightest, it just makes me feel powerful and more sure of myself as I know that most of them do not have the courage, or the body to be able to pull it off. Anyway Kevin was right. I was not going to a woman’s lib meeting, I was going to show Anne and Alan that I had a good body and was willing to share it with them if we all liked each other, so I decided to really go for broke, and dressed as sleazy as I dare! I wore silver metallic mesh tank top that did not leave much to the imagination, it was very thin and it hugged the curves and contours of my breasts, hanging from my nipples and stopping about two inches above my navel. I matched it with a very short, electric blue mini-skirt that sat low on my hips and silver high-heeled sandals. I was going to wear a thong under my skirt, but the more I began to dress like a whore, the more I got into the part. I was beginning to feel very horny and so smiling to myself I decided not to bother. The skirt I was wearing seemed not much larger than a belt and I knew that if I bent over, even slightly, the lips of my naked and pouting vagina were going to be on show, and anyone who sat down in front of me would not be able to avoid getting a perfect view of my neatly trimmed pussy! That thought turned me on even more, in fact the way I was feeling if I got the chance I was going to make sure that someone got a real good look. I checked myself out in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I was showing a vast amount of flesh as the two pieces of miniscule clothing I was wearing did little to cover my body. I had a good all-over tan and my long golden-red hair hung down around my shoulders. I had carefully applied my make-up and painted my nails, and all in all I thought I looked a knockout. If Anne and Alan did not want to seriously fuck this body they would have to be blind! The only other thing I had to remember before we left was to take along a more conservative dress to slip into for our family party afterwards. If my parents saw me dressed like this they would have a fit. We walked into the bar at about six o’clock and I looked around trying to pick them out from the descriptions we had been given. Within seconds of us walking in the door I saw a man approaching. “You must be Kevin?” He said, holding out his hand to my husband. “How yha doing? I’m Alan.” They shook hands and then turning to me he said. “And you must be the lovely Sarah?” Alan also took my hand, and with a flourish he leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. He looked me up and down suggestively and whistled. “Wow! Anne’s going to love you! She is just over there.” He nodded towards the corner of the bar. “Come on over she’s looking forward to meeting you both.” As I had hoped they turned out to be a really nice couple. Alan had dark brown, almost black hair and very sexy brown eyes with long dark eyelashes. His strong chiselled face was softened by his smile that seemed to perpetuate on his lips as though he found the whole world amusing. He was not very tall, about 5’8”, but I could see he had a very good body underneath the tight black tee shirt and jeans he was wearing. Anne was also very pretty. She was wearing a short white V-neck cotton top with a pale blue mini-skirt and low-heeled blue shoes. She had strawberry blond hair that fell to just below her shoulders in loose natural waves and her big brown eyes looked out of long dark eyelashes. A small straight nose led down to the full lips of her mouth and perfect white teeth. Anne was much taller than me, and as I looked her over I allowed my eyes to climb her long slender legs, slowly leading my way up to her shapely, muscular thighs. Her firm flat stomach was on show with a diamond-studded flower in her pierced tummy button, and as if saving the best till last I finally came to Anne’s huge breasts! I was quite in awe of them. They stood out proudly challenging anyone in their path and defying Newton’s laws of gravity. Being about five inches shorter than her I was acutely aware of them staring me straight in the face. Anne’s top was low cut and her ample cleavage led my eyes to where her large nipples pushed urgently at the thin white cotton of her top, the aureole around them just visible beneath. Under normal circumstances it would all be irrelevant. I would not have taken any notice of Anne’s bust large or small. But as it was I was very conscious of the fact that in the near future I was possibly going to get naked with her and have to do something with those monsters. She smiled as she watched me check her over and when she saw my eyes settle on her breasts she said. “I hope you like them Sarah, they’re the real thing.” I felt my face begin to flush. “I’m so sorry Anne.” I uttered timidly, horrified at being caught staring at her voluptuous breasts. “I didn’t mean to be rude.” Anne laughed warmly. “It’s alright Sarah. I’m really rather proud of them. That’s why I show them off so much. Besides, Alan and I both love all the attention they get me. I have loads of fun giving people a free peek at them every now and then.” I smiled and began to relax. I knew exactly what she meant. The fact that I was not wearing anything under my skirt testified to that. “You do have a lovely body.” I said feeling slightly bolder. “Thank you.” Anne replied simply. “And so have you.” She looked me up and down slowly and suggestively bringing a tingling sensation to the back of my neck. She then smiled. “I’m really glad we decided to meet up tonight or we might not have ever got together. You know how it is?” She reached out with her hand and placed it on my waist, stroking me gently. “Shall we sit down?” The bar we were in was enormous. It had a large motel attached to it and so the seating was in the nature of big comfortable leather armchairs and small round glass topped tables. It was still early and there were not many people about. It was a perfect place to be anonymous in. I made sure I sat opposite Anne and Alan knowing full well that they would both get a good look up my skirt, and with the see-through top I was wearing I may as well have been sitting there naked. I was already feeling quite horny again and as I let my own eyes wander between Anne’s legs she opened them slightly to give me a better view up her own skirt. I could see the bulge of her pubic mound and followed the folds in her panties, tracing the outline where her labia and clitoris pressed against the thin material. I must be honest and say that I have never looked up another woman’s skirt before and I was extremely turned-on by the fact that Anne knew I was doing it. I could feel myself beginning to get moist and I squirmed a bit in my seat as we studied each other’s sex. Kevin and Alan wondered over to the bar to order some drinks, even though there were waiters dotted about here and there, and by the time they returned Anne and myself were chatting amiably about our past and present sex lives. The boys joined into the conversation quite naturally and we all soon realised that we had much in common. They had such an easy-going way about them I felt very comfortable and soon admitted that I really wanted to take things further, in fact we all did. To my great disappointment though they were not available the following weekend, so we made a positive date to meet at their house the weekend after that. In the course of our conversation I discovered that Anne herself was only a recent convert to bisexuality. In fact her story was very similar to mine. The only difference was that they were already into swinging when Anne came across a bisexual wife of one of their partners. Anne admitted that she had not really thought about girls herself before that moment, as she also thought it was something only lesbians got up to. “Once the seed is sown though, it’s hard to get it off of your mind.” She continued. “Her name was Pauline and she didn’t do much to me as I was shagging John her husband at the time, but what she did do felt wonderful. After that I had to find out what it would be like to go the whole distance with another woman.” Anne sat forward in her seat and took a sip of her drink before continuing. “I spoke to Alan and he was all for it.” Anne laughed and raised her eyes to the ceiling. “As if he wouldn’t, men are so obvious sometimes. So we asked Pauline and John back, but this time I had Pauline all to myself. Oh God Sarah, it was fantastic!” Anne’s hand came to rest on my knee and I could see the excitement in her eyes as she thought about her own first experience. Sarah's Bisexual Awakening Ch. 01 Her voice dropped to a low dreamy pitch. “It is so different from anything you can imagine. Women are so much more…” She paused. “Erotic I suppose. Everything feels much more intense, and when you touch each other it is so subtle, it’s just…” Anne’s eyes closed and she shivered involuntarily as a fleeting memory, a moment of bliss flashed into her mind. She opened her eyes and smiled brazenly. Her hand was still on my knee and she slid it slowly and purposefully up the inside of my leg until just touching my naked labia and lightly brushing my pubic hairs with her finger. I knew we were in a public place but I did not try to stop her, I was also feeling very turned on and so I allowed her to continue. Anne was leaning right across the small table towards me; her large breast’s pushing forward as she reached up under my skirt. “Don’t worry Sarah.” Her voice dripped with lust. “You will find out what it’s like soon enough.” The very tip of her beautifully manicured finger sneaked into my hot and very wet pussy forcing me to gasp under my breath as my stomach turned a summersault and my pussy puckered involuntarily at her inserted fingertip as though trying to suck it all the way in. Anne smiled a devilish smile and slowly pulled her hand back down to my knee, gently scraping her fingernails along the inside of my leg, and then lifting her hand to her mouth she slowly and seductively sucked on her finger. Fuck, did that turn me on! I was feeling so hot, I was almost squirming in my seat wishing Anne would push another finger into me right there and then, and leave it there! I looked up and saw that one of the young waiters had moved a lot closer to us and realised that not only was he looking up my skirt, but he would have just watched Anne’s hand disappear up there as well. I smiled, and picking up my drink I sat further back in my chair and inched my legs open to give him a full view of my now moist and glistening pussy. “I do believe we have an audience Anne.” I said quietly into my glass. “Oh good.” Anne smiled. “Isn’t it fun in here.” She turned around and winked at the waiter suggestively and the poor young man went red to the ears. Even so, he stood his ground. This was obviously too good a spectacle for him to pass up, although he did make some effort to look as though he was invisible. We all laughed as Anne turned back to face us saying. “Ah, he’s so sweet.” Returning to the subject at hand she continued. “Honestly though Sarah, once you have been with one or two girls you will find that you get to meet many others. It’s almost like a club, as one girl introduces you to another and so on. In fact I am meeting a girl tonight that was a girlfriend of a girlfriend if you know what I mean. Her name is Tracey. You will like her she’s really nice.” Anne looked up at the clock on the wall. “She should be here in about half an hour so you will get the chance to meet her if you can stay that long.” She went on to tell me about Tracey, explaining that they had met a couple of times before and that Tracey was very much into women. “Not exclusively though”. Alan joined in. “She will sometimes let me slip one into her while she is munching on Anne, but Anne has pretty much hit the nail on the head, Tracey is really only interested in girls.” Alan’s hovering smile broadened even more. “She is going to love you Sarah.” He said, “If you get the chance you really should get together with her. She is very good at what she does, you ask Anne. Tracey will really show you what it’s all about.” I had thought I was going to feel awkward and embarrassed when I met Anne and Alan this evening, but instead I was feeling really turned-on by the whole experience. The fact that they were easy to talk to and both very sexy made me tingle warmly inside. I felt good about myself and about the way things were going. I was beginning to wish that I did not have to go to the family party we had been invited to but everyone was expecting us, and it would be too difficult to explain why we hadn’t turned up. The time seemed to whiz by as we chatted and made plans and I was about to suggest to Kevin that we should be thinking of leaving when Tracey made her appearance. She stood by the door in a pearl satin dress that flowed down around her body like water. The dress was split to high up her left thigh with a low round neckline supported by two thin bootlace straps, a single gold pendant rested seductively in the crease just above her bosom. Her small feet were clad with dainty cream high-heeled sandals and her hair was honey-blond and very long reaching all the way down to her lower back. Her skin was golden brown with a soft, healthy glow. She was about 5’5” tall with a body to die for and full rounded breasts that pushed and moulded themselves into the cream satin of her dress. Tracey looked out at the world through stupendous golden hazel eyes, large and almond shaped giving her a slightly Asian appearance. High cheekbones framed a small cute button nose and her luscious mouth and soft lips pouted slightly as she surveyed the bar. She quickly located Anne and Alan, but as Tracey approached she glanced in my direction and our eyes locked. I felt like I had received an electric shock but I could not break her gaze as I began to slowly drown in her beautiful, hypnotic golden stare. I noticed Tracey’s eyes widen slightly and a silent recognition seemed to pass between us. In that one brief moment I was totally and utterly hooked. I don’t know how or why but I knew Tracey was the one for me and I would not rest until I had her. A shiver ran down my spine as she held my gaze, my legs felt weak and my stomach knotted, I could feel my face going red and I somehow managed to pull my eyes away from hers. Alan made the introductions and again I felt my knees turn to jelly as she slipped her cool soft hand into mine. She boldly held my gaze once more and a warm smile touched her lips as I murmured a greeting like a shy, bashful schoolgirl. Anne had apparently spoken to Tracey on the phone earlier that day and explained that she and Alan would be meeting us and why, so Tracey was not at all surprised to see us there. She smiled at Anne and said. “I take it you all got along then?” “What? You’re kidding. They’re horrible people!” Anne laughed and placed a reassuring hand on my arm. “No seriously though, they are both really sweet. In fact we’ve all arranged to get together at my house in two weeks time.” She paused. “You are welcome to join us if you like?” Alan jumped in with his wicked sense of humour and added. “Sarah won’t mind, the only reason she’s here is because she badly needs to get it on with a girlie, and two of you has got to be better than one, don’t you think?” Anne slapped him on the arm, telling him to behave. “Well it’s true, isn’t it Sarah?” He did not wait for an answer but instead ploughed on. “You just need to go carpet munching, there is nothing wrong with that.” Anne told him off for the second time and I could already feel my face going red as Tracey looked at me with a disarming smile but said nothing. I did not know why but the connection between Tracey and myself was already stirring something deep inside me, my head felt light and I could not take my eyes off of her. I had only just met the girl for goodness sake and we had hardly spoken two words. I didn’t understand it. Anne was ever so pretty and I was very attracted to her, but with Tracey I felt vulnerable and exposed, as though she was looking at my very soul every time our eyes met. I felt like she knew exactly what I was feeling. The bar had started to fill with people and so we remained standing while we chatted. I could hear Alan light-heartedly trying to persuade Anne into taking Kevin back to their room to give him a good fucking him before we had to leave and the three of them were bantering with each other over weather they had the time or not. Tracey meanwhile sidled up to me. “I love your outfit.” She said, once again looking right into my eyes. “You look stunning.” My heart was racing, but I managed a feeble, “Thank you.” She looked directly at my nipples through my silver mesh top and lifted the hem slightly to examine it, just touching my left breasts with the back of her hand as she did so. I almost held my breath as she continued. “This is a beautiful top, it’s very unusual. Where ever did you get it?” I told Tracey that I had it shipped over from America, as I do with many of my clothes and she started chatting generally about fashion. What she didn’t know was that I felt as though a giant invisible hand had reached inside and was twisting my stomach and I almost flinched every time she touched me. Eventually I made the excuse of going to the ladies room and tried to pull myself together. I stood looking at myself in the mirror wondering what on earth was happening to me when the door opened and Tracey followed me in. “Are you alright Sarah?” She asked with concern. My stomach twisted all over again as I stammered out a rather lame. “O-oh yes. I was just getting a bit hot that’s all.” Tracey came over and placed her hand on my elbow, half turning me as she did so. “I understand how you must be feeling Sarah.” Her large hazel eyes bored into mine and drew me in. “I can see how strange this must all seem to you, but don’t be frightened. Once you have been with another woman you will realise what you have been missing out on all these years. I promise you. You won’t regret a single moment of it.” She smiled warmly. “Honestly.” “It… It’s not just that Tracey.” I paused, wondering weather I should tell her that it wasn’t getting it together with girls in general that was making me nervous. It was her, Tracey. She was almost a perfect copy of the girl I had been fantasizing about in my lustful dreams and I felt like I had a teenage crush on her. She reached out and taking my other hand, turned me to face her. “You felt it as well didn’t you?” She asked. “You felt it as soon as we looked at each other.” I looked deeply into her golden eyes, almost pleading with her to pull me against her and hold me but my lips remained silent. “Something has sparked between us Sarah. I can feel it and so can you.” With that she stroked my face and then pulling me towards her, she kissed me! Her soft lips pressed against mine and her tongue probed gently into my mouth. I reacted to her instinctively, moulding to her lips, our tongues touched and vied gently as we tasted each other for the first time, and our hot breath combined in our passion. My body exploded with thousands of exquisite pins and needles as the thought of what was happening pierced into my consciousness. I had literally only just met this Goddess and the intensity of my feelings towards her made me unusually timid and confused, I knew I wanted her, I just didn’t know how I was going to go about it, and now within fifteen minuets of meeting I found myself locked in her heavenly embrace, not knowing or caring how it had happened, just relishing her sweet tasting tongue in my mouth. Oh god I felt so good! I almost whimpered as I returned my first ever full-on kiss with a woman, but not just any woman, Tracey may just as well have walked straight out of my fantasy and into my arms, she was perfect, and my mind was swirling with exhilaration. I could feel the urgency in her and I held my breath as her hand reached up under my top and cupped my left breast. My emotions were in overdrive now and I pressed my breast into her urging her on. Her searching fingers soon found my diamond-hard nipple and as she gently pinched it I flinched with a shock of pleasure that hurtled into my groin. I heard myself moan into her mouth and she responded likewise sending a shiver down my spine. I was on fire and I wanted to give myself to her utterly. I would have done anything this beautiful creature asked of me at that moment, without hesitation. I would have let her have me right then and there in the ladies room. But without warning Tracey broke off her kiss as suddenly as she had begun. She stood in front of me breathless and wide-eyed. “Now tell me I am wrong.” She challenged. “There is definitely something going on between us, call it chemistry, fate, love at first sight, whatever? All I know is that my insides have been playing leap-frog from the moment I set eyes on you.” She reached into her purse and produced a small card. “I have just got to see you again, Alone.” She pressed the card into my hand and brushing my lips with hers she whispered, “This is my number, will you call me tomorrow?” I hesitated. Not because I did not want to call. I was just stunned by the rapid turn of events. “Please Sarah. Call me... Promise?” She held my face lightly in-between both of her hands, her golden eyes alive with passion. Somehow I found my voice, although to me it sounded like it came from a great distance away, almost as though someone else were speaking for me. “I will… I promise… Tomorrow.” And with that she beamed a smile and quickly slipped away to rejoin the others. I stood alone, mesmerised, the minty taste of her kiss still lingering in my mouth, my left nipple hot and tingling where she had lightly pinched it. I smiled as I looked down at the small plain card she had given me. It simply read; Tracey Summers with her home and mobile numbers underneath. I closed my eyes and relived the moment of bliss before I straightened myself up and prepared to go back outside. We left them all soon after to go off to our party. Confirming our date with Anne and Alan for two weeks time and promising to stay in touch in between. Tracey kissed me on the cheek and whispered. “Don’t forget.” In my ear, squeezing my hand as she did so. I didn’t forget! I was as nervous as hell but I called her the following evening. I phoned from my bedroom after I had showered to calm myself and I layback comfortably on my bed wearing just a pair of white cotton panties and a white towelling dressing gown. Holding my breath, I dialled her number. As it turned out Tracey was so bright and bubbly on the phone that I soon forgot my anxiety and we had a really good ‘girly talk’. It was nice to finally find someone I could talk openly with and discuss things that my friends or family could never know. I told Tracey all about myself and what I had been up to in the past. She was curious about my relationship with Kevin and quizzed me until she was eventually satisfied that he would be cool about anything that may happen in the future. Tracey told me that she was twenty-eight years old and was the joint owner of a health and beauty salon in the west end of London. I had heard of the place and knew it was one of the most exclusive and expensive around. She said that she did not have much to do with the day to day running of the business as that was handled by Ricky, her partner. He was brilliant with the clients but wanted nothing to do with the finances so she handled all that side of the business. Tracey explained that it was she in fact that had fronted the money for the business in the first place but it was Ricky that had made it such a great success. We spoke about where we live, our family, holidays, in fact everything we could think of. Tracey admitted that she had been bisexual for as long as she could remember. She said she had her first sexual experience with another girl while she was still at school, and although since then she had gone out with the occasional boyfriend and liked men well enough, she admitted that she had had many more relationships with girls and that was really where she was at. We continued chatting easily for about two hours. We laughed and gossiped about all sorts until out of the blue Tracey suddenly asked. “Sarah, are you free this weekend?” I felt my stomach tighten at her unexpected question and almost holding my breath hesitantly replied. “Yes I am. Completely free.” “Would you like to get together? On Friday night?” She asked. “I would love to.” I think I held my voice steady but my heart was pounding so much that I could not be sure. “That’s brilliant!” She said. “I will call you tomorrow and we can sort out the details.” She paused. “I really am glad you called me tonight Sarah.” Her voice seemed to drop lower and sounded so seductive. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the moment we met yesterday, and I have been hoping all day that you would ring.” “To be honest I nearly didn’t.” I replied. “I was so nervous I very nearly bottled out.” “But you didn’t, and I am so glad you found the courage.” Tracey laughed warmly. “I must own up though and tell you that I managed to get your phone number off of Anne and I was going to call you myself if I did not hear from you tonight.” I laughed. “Well now you don’t have to, and I feel really good now that we have broken the ice.” “Yes, me too.” She replied. “I just knew you were going to be as lovely as you are. I really mean that. I think you are gorgeous and I don’t know how I am going to be able wait until Friday night.” My groin began to tingle spontaneously as her words hit home and I squeezed my hand between my legs making myself shudder involuntarily. “Me either.” I replied in a husky and broken voice, and with boldness brought on by my rapidly heightening arousal, I blurted out. “Tracey, I really, really want you… I want to hold you, I want to kiss you and I want to make love with you! I have never felt like this before. I can’t help myself. You are also the only thing I have thought about since the moment you walked in to that bar. I feel so helpless inside.” My breath was coming in short gasps and I had tears in my eyes. I felt so emotional and aroused at that moment that I had to fight to get a grip on myself. “Don’t worry Sarah. Friday will be here sooner than you think, and once we are together we will both be able to calm down.” “I’m sorry Tracey. You must think I’m a real dope. I am not usually this highly strung. I guess I am just a bit nervous.” “Look Sarah, it’s okay. I don’t know what clicked between us but I feel the same way, so let’s just both try to calm down or one of us is going to burst. I will ring you tomorrow night and we can decide where and when to meet up.” I had managed to clear my head a bit and hopefully quite calmly said. “Yes, you’re right of course. I’ll be home anytime after six.” After Tracey rang-off I was still shaking. I told myself I was being bloody ridiculous to get so worked up over someone I hardly knew, but for some reason she had a major effect on me. I was still lying on the bed and feeling quite aroused, so closing my eyes I let my hand slip inside the top of my knickers. I found my clitoris and almost jumped as my finger pressed and circled it sending a wave of pleasure through me while I dreamed about Tracey and what was to come. She did call the next evening. In fact we spoke to each other every day that week for hours at a time, so when Friday eventually came around we knew as much about each other as was possible in the short time and we now spoke easily and freely. I had decided to spend Friday night at Tracey’s apartment now that I felt more confident with her and Kevin saw me off with a playful slap on the bottom, telling me that I was not allowed home until I was a confirmed lesbian. I laughed and kissed him warmly realising once again how lucky I was. Tracey’s apartment was situated in a very pretty part of Essex, no more than one hours drive from my home and I pulled into her private car park just as the sun was setting. I sat and stared at it as I gathered my thoughts and as if to highlight my arrival the sky gave off one final glorious blaze of golden colour as the velvet blanket of night slowly engulfed it and eased it below the waiting horizon. Sarah's Bisexual Awakening Ch. 01 My heart was racing and I knew that this was it. The moment of truth! I had a fleeting thought that I could still turn around and drive away, but I knew in my heart that I couldn’t. This was what I wanted. So taking a deep breath and feeling like a teenager about to go out on her first date I stepped from the car. It was another warm and slightly humid evening so I wore a light cream summer dress that buttoned up at the front, a tiny cream silk thong and a pair of gold braid sandals. Tracey’s flat was on the top floor of a two story building and she must have been looking out for me as she met me at the top of her stairs. She was wearing a pretty pink lace top with a white mini-skirt and her small toes wiggled at me from bare feet as I got to eye level with them. Her tanned legs seemed to go on forever and I could not help sneaking a peek up her skirt as I climbed the last few steps. Tracey’s smile was wide and her eyes sparkled as she said hello. She took my overnight bag from me and then taking my hand in her own, led me into her flat. To be continued………………….. Sarah's Bisexual Awakening Ch. 02 As soon as the door was closed Tracey dropped my overnight bag and throwing her arms around my neck she pulled me towards her, kissing me with an almost aggressive passion. My heart pounded and my stomach lurched as we fell onto each other with a hunger that surprised us both. We continued kissing for a very long time, savouring each other by taste, touch and smell, our bodies entwined in our embrace as we explored each other tentatively. Tracey’s leg pushed into my groin sending a shiver down my spine and I responded likewise, feeling her thigh muscles fasten around my leg as her pussy pressed against me in response. Everything that was going to happen to me now was a first, a totally new and thrilling experience and the anticipation and excitement flooding through me was almost more than I could bear. Adrenalin coursed through my veins and I knew that tonight I was going to be on a merry-go-round of astonishment, and hopefully, much more. Eventually Tracey paused and reluctantly pulled her lips away from mine. She smiled a slightly amused and breathless smile and with a raised eyebrow said. “Would you like a glass of wine now? Or shall we just have sex on the doorstep?” I laughed and disentangled myself from her. “I think sex on the doorstep sounds like a good idea right about now.” I replied as I retrieved my bag. “But I suppose I had better come in and at least have one glass of wine first.” Tracey giggled and then taking me by the hand led me into her apartment. It was much bigger than I expected with two good-sized bedrooms and a large marble bathroom that led off to the left of the hallway. To the right was a state of the art open-plan kitchen-diner and beyond that a large lounge area leading out onto a balcony that ran along the entire rear of the apartment and overlooked a well manicured golf course. The whole place was stylish and modern, with tasteful bright airy colours and elegant designer furniture. A massive plasma video screen was built into the far lounge wall and a high-tech sound system was quietly playing a Freddy Jackson number into every room in the apartment. I sat in an oversized lilac sofa that threatened to swallow me up as Tracey opened a bottle of chilled white wine and joined me bringing the bottle and two glasses with her. She curled up next to me on the sofa and ran her hand down my back. “Sit back and make yourself comfortable Sarah, I want you to feel completely relaxed and at home here.” I slipped off my sandals and tried to tuck my legs up as I settled back into the soft, copious cushions, but Tracey manoeuvred closer to me as I did so and somehow managed to wiggle one of her legs under and in-between mine, her small foot resting close to my crotch and forcing my legs apart as my left leg was forced to rest across hers. She wrapped her other leg around the back of me and three of the buttons on the bottom of my short dress popped open in the process showing the silk of my thong pressing firmly into the contours of my scantily clad mound, and revealing the dampness of my earlier arousal. Tracey’s skirt had also ridden up around her waist and her pussy was pressing against my hip through her tiny white cotton panties. Taking my hand she casually placed it high up the inside of her smooth thigh, then rested her own hand naturally on my left knee. We were about as tangled up into each other as we could possibly get and it felt very erotic sitting so entwined with her without actually doing anything. “There, that’s better.” She said. “Now we can chill.” The warm silky skin of Tracey’s inner thigh felt wonderful against my palm and I started to stroke her softly, making small circles with my fingers. She handed me a glass of wine and we sat and quietly chatted for a while as we gently caressed each other. As we were talking Tracey’s hand had slowly risen up my thigh and she eased her fingers inside the top edge of my thong, stroking my meticulously trimmed pubic hair until she could resist it no longer and moved stealthily towards my anxiously awaiting clit. I had long since stopped talking and had cleared my mind of all thought. I sat there with my eyes closed just enjoying the moment as Tracey’s finger sought out my swollen love-bud. Her finger hovered over my clit like a Praying Mantis when with no warning she pressed firmly down onto it. My eyes shot open and I started as though someone had pinched me. The air whooshed from my lungs and a small moan escaped my lips as a stream of physical sensation thundered through my nervous system like small pebbles rushing headlong down an over-enthusiastic brook. I closed my eyes tightly again and quickly fought to relax as the initial shock subsided and Tracey expertly teased me, circling my clit with varying degrees of pressure. To my great disappointment though she stopped after just a few minuets and removed her hand. I opened my eyes looking questioningly at her as she disentangled herself from me, then she smiled and patting the sofa whispered softly. “Lie down Sarah, let’s get more comfortable.” I automatically did as I was asked and lay stretched out on my back in anticipation. Tracey moved the coffee table out of the way and while still kneeling on the floor she leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth, her long blond hair fanning out and falling across my shoulders. Her busy fingers quickly made short work of the buttons at the top of my dress and she cupped my breasts in her hand, taking each in turn and pinching my nipples softly. I was lying in an awkward position and as much as I wanted to reciprocate what she was doing I was unable to, so I stroked her back and waited for my turn, which I knew would soon surely come. I almost kept forgetting that I was ‘making out’ with a girl as it all felt like the most natural thing in the world, and it was only every now and then when I reminded myself what was happening that my astonishment returned and a wicked little smile would form on my lips. Such a smile was present now as Tracey softly kneaded my breasts, and I marvelled at the softness of her hands and deftness of her touch. I was quivering with delight at the very thought of what was happening to me, if I had stopped to analyse how quickly events had contrived to place me in this situation I would have been stunned by the impact, the speed with which I had gone from being a straight housewife into desperately, desperately wanting this woman to make love to me was astounding. Fortunately I was in no state to think clearly about anything like that, I was acting on pure adrenalin alone and my body burned with a white-hot lust and desire for this beautiful girl. Again Tracey pulled away from me but this time I was not so disappointed as I knew that each time she stopped I was about to experience something new and exhilarating. Her hands moved to my hips and she hooked her fingers into the sides if my thong, slowly drawing it down. I lifted my bottom to allow her to remove it and her face hovered just inches from my pussy. I could feel her hot breath on my vagina and the musky aroma of my arousal must have invaded her nostrils. I lifted myself higher, trying to encourage her to bury her mouth into my sex but she eased herself away and continued to remove my thong. Tracey stood up and looked down at me smiling, my dress was hanging open with all but with the two middle buttons that stubbornly refused to yield, my breasts and pussy had been openly exposed by her and I felt a slight twinge of embarrassment as she brazenly scrutinised me. My hair had gone awry and was spread out around me like a halo, my eyes, full of lust were pleading with her to come to me. “You are so beautiful.” She breathed. “I am going to make love to you like you never dreamed it could be.” With that she lifted her skirt and very slowly removed her white cotton panties. She stood in front of me, her legs slightly apart and unashamedly allowed me to feast my eyes on her naked pussy. She was shaved as smooth as an egg and I was fascinated by it. I had never seen any other woman’s sex so close up before, at least not with a view to eating it, and the only other shaved pussy I had ever seen was my own. I took in the soft folds of her vagina, the nub of her clitoris sitting proudly in the upper lips of her labia. She was moist and her slightly engorged pussy pouted forward begging to be licked. She let me feast my eyes on her for a moment knowing all the while that I wanted to reach out for her and then she pulled down her skirt. She smiled at my obvious look of disappointment but then crossing her arms she took hold of the hem of her lace top and in one fluid movement drew it over her head and threw it casually onto the floor. I watched her glorious full round breasts bounce free, her perfectly proportioned nipples standing out urgently against the darkish areola. Her golden eyes shone with lust as she rejoined me on the sofa, kneeling over me for a moment before I pulled her towards me and kissed her fully on the lips. I felt our breasts brushing against each other and thrilled at the sensation as our nipples touched. Tracey slipped her hand under my bottom and pulled me firmly towards her, our legs entwined and I could feel her naked pussy pressing against my thigh my own doing the same to her. This time I was in a much better position and I tentatively ran my hand up her arm until I reached her left breast, I cupped it as best I could and finding her nipple I circled it firmly with my thumb. I was unsure if what I was doing was right or if she was enjoying it but she murmured encouragingly and so I carried on. She was kissing me all the while about my face and neck, her left hand had moved down my leg and with a gentle pressure she forced it to one side, before I had time to think her hand was engulfing me and she rubbed my pussy firmly with her fingertips sending shivers up my spine. I was ready for the finger that I knew was soon to enter me but I still gasped as she slipped it in and I held her mouth against mine forcing my tongue inside to urge her on. I expected her to start finger-fucking me with enthusiasm as men often do, but instead she continued to tease me with her fingers, probing my most sensitive and sensuous areas, working inside and out and using her entire hand; fingers, thumb, palm even her knuckles were used to a mind-numbing effect. All the while she was softly making erotic comments to me, telling me how much I was turning her on and how good my wet pussy felt in her hand. I was trying so hard to control myself but there was no way to fight against the tide of stimulus she was inflicting on me and I ground my teeth together as my first real orgasm of the night, and first ever by a woman surged through me. My hand rushed to my groin and I held her still as my vaginal muscles convulsed around the two fingers she still held inside me, I felt her body press against mine as she shared in my elation and I shook as the orgasm took me through its peak. When I calmed down enough to release her hand she removed her fingers and sucked on them one by one, looking me in the eye the whole time as she tasted my juices. She then kissed me full on the mouth, pushing her tongue between my lips. The strong aroma of my sex was on her breath and the fact that I could clearly taste myself in her mouth made me shiver and ‘lose it’ once more. “God Tracey, what are you doing to me?” I said shakily. “I can see you don’t like it, I can stop if you want?” She said with an innocent smile. “Don’t you dare!” I replied hurriedly. “The only thing in the world I want right now is you! I could to eat you.” I may have meant that metaphorically, but Tracey quickly replied. “You will Sarah… Don’t worry, you will.” A thrill ran up my spine at her statement and so deciding to take the initiative I reached down and inched up her skirt. She was looking at me, her golden eyes wide with anticipation and longing as I purposely forced her legs further apart, sliding my hand slowly up her thigh until I reached her pussy. I teased my fingertips from the small tight hole of her butt, to the very tip of her clitoris, and her sharp intake of breath told me just how wound-up she actually was. “Oh yes…” She moaned, as she wiggled her hips trying to urge me on. I certainly did not need any prompting, I had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity and I explored her smoothly shaved pussy with relish. I thought it would feel strange initially, touching another woman’s most intimate parts sexually, but no. It felt as though it was the most natural thing in the world as my fingers investigated her sex, feeling and probing at her hard little clit and the soft fleshy lips of her labia. She was very wet and I traced my finger around her moist entrance, threatening to push it inside but holding back every time she pressed her hips towards me. My thumb danced on her clitoris simultaneously and I could feel her getting more and more frantic as I continued to tease her. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she finally pleaded. “Oh fuck Sarah, push it in!” I held back for a couple of seconds and then abruptly skewered two fingers into her as far as I could go. The effect was stunning. A long low moan escaped her lips and she clamped her legs together, thrusting her hips forward and shaking violently. I was surprised at the strength of her as she clenched and unclenched her vaginal muscles onto my fingers and I thrilled at the thought of what I was doing. I knew Tracey was very close and rapidly building to a large orgasm, and I was not going to be far behind her. I had only been touching her for a short while but I guess the expectation of us finally having sex together had been weighing heavily on our minds and we were both teetering precariously on the abyss. I had not yet learned the subtleties of pleasing a woman with my hands and so like a true amateur I reverted to plunging my fingers in and out of her like a piston, although at that moment in time I don’t think it would have mattered what I did as she felt as though she was about to burst. Her hand flew down and sought out my own pussy and she copied my movements exactly, pushing two fingers into me and purposefully fucking me with them as her tongue forced its way into my mouth once more. We were both panting heavily and whimpering into each other’s mouths as we finger-fucked each other hard and fast, when Tracey, unable to take any more exploded into her orgasm. “Ohhhhhhh fuck, Sarah…” She screamed through clenched teeth, as a tidal wave of her lust surged through her. Her body went rigid and she shook violently as she lost control. I followed suit almost immediately, having a massive orgasm of my own! Not withstanding the wonderful things Tracey had been doing to my pussy, she had created havoc in my mind. My fantasy had at last been fulfilled, I was making love with this Goddess and I had made her ‘come’! Me. It was one of the most highly erotic moments I have ever had in my life and more emotive than I could possibly hold in check, so as soon as I felt Tracey’s orgasm begin, my own floodgates flew open, unable to hold back any longer and I was also washed away on a riptide of unimaginable bliss. We thrashed and squirmed in our embrace like two wild women, sucking on each others mouths and making noises like dangerous and wounded animals, neither one of us wanting to be the first to stop. We held each other in a death grip unwilling or unable to let go as our joint orgasm washed over us. It was unbelievable, incredible, overwhelming! I had no idea that an orgasm could be so intense. I thought that I had been lucky enough to have some of the most incredible orgasms with men who had fucked me in the past, but nothing could have prepared me for this! It felt as though Tracey’s orgasm and my own had somehow blended into one and we shared every infinitesimal exquisite sensation of the other. I lost track of everything around me and I had no idea how long we swam in our tide of sexual euphoria but as with everything, eventually even we could go on no longer and we both excruciatingly slowly began to calm down. We lay side by side panting and covered with sweat, Tracey covered me with kisses, and for over an hour we continued to sexually caress each other, giving continued and countless other small orgasms. As I lay in Tracey’s arms, feeling her delightfully caressing my most private and intimate parts I realised once again just how fast I had gone from fantasy to reality. The other people in my life (with the exception of Kevin) would be struck dumb if they could see me now, entwined and practically naked in the embrace of another girl, our hands washed in each other’s ‘come’ and the strong aroma of our recent sex pervading the air around us. The thought of everyone thinking I was such a decent, innocent and respectful young lady made me smile inside and I shuddered with an intoxicating feeling of wickedness as I realised just how naughty I was being. I was also rather pleased with myself, I had no idea how I was going to react with Tracey when we really got down to it, I honestly didn’t know weather I had the bottle to go through with any of this, would I freeze and look like an idiot? Would I run like a frightened rabbit? No, I had stayed, and loved every second of being here with her and I knew that the night had only just begun. I smiled to myself again as I thought ‘I’m Bisexual! I rally am!’ A strong tingle ran down my spine making me shiver as I admitted it to myself and Tracey kissed me hotly as she felt my body react. There and then I made a decision, whatever else was going to happen tonight I was going to go along with it without any more old hang-ups, I had finally accepted who I was and I was bloody-well going to enjoy it! We did eventually pause for a brief moment. Tracey stood up and held out her hands to pull me from the cavernous sofa. She unfastened the remaining two buttons of my dress that had somehow refused to budge, and slid it seductively off of my shoulders, kissing me from my neck to my stomach as she did so. She then stood back up and looking at me smiling, asked. “Would you take my skirt off please?” Although I was standing there naked I did not feel the least bit self-conscious anymore, and I was quickly becoming fully immersed and relaxed in my developing role as a bisexual, so placing my hands on her waist I pulled her towards me and kissed her soundly. “Of course.” I replied, smiling between one kiss and another, “I can think of nothing I’d rather do.” I unzipped the white mini-skirt at the side but instead of pulling it down I said. “I think. Lover, you had better lie down for me.” She looked at me quizzically. “Where do you want me?” She asked, like a shy little girl. “The floor will be fine.” I said boldly. “It will give me more room to move.” I saw the smile that touched Tracey’s lips as she did as she was ordered and lay down on the thick carpet. I stood over her, my feet either side of her knees and looked at a vision of loveliness. Her long blond hair had fanned out beneath her and her golden eyes shone up at me expectantly. Her arms were by her side and her legs together, although one of her knees was raised a fraction and turned inwards demurely. Her perfect breasts had flattened ever so slightly under their own weight but her nipples were erect and very proud. I knelt down straddling her thighs and leaned forward to kiss her mouth, my hands either side of her shoulders, I then nuzzled into her neck seeking out her erogenous zones and licking and kissing her gently as I slowly worked my way further down her delicious body. I ran my tongue down the sweet valley between her breasts and licked my way underneath and around each one before taking her nipples in my mouth and sucking and nipping at them gently with my teeth. Tracey’s chest heaved as she pressed herself into me and a soft pleasurable moan reached my ears as I sucked harder. Sarah's Bisexual Awakening Ch. 02 I was enjoying myself immensely, feeling her reaction as I experimented with different techniques and finding new ways of using my mouth on her to the best effect. I was in no rush and I teased her constantly, taking special note of what she responded to the most and logging it in my memory for future use. I had still not used my hands in all this time but as my mouth continued on its journey southwards I brushed my right palm across her hard, pebble-like nipples and she shuddered satisfyingly. My tongue was now exploring the indent of her tummy button while my hands located the hem either side of her skirt and then sliding my knees down towards her feet I lifted off of her and very slowly pulled her skirt down. Tracey took the weight off of her bottom to allow me to slide the skirt past her hips and as it slipped over her smooth hairless pubic mound I leaned down and kissed it softly before carrying on and removing the skirt completely. The bulge of her pubis felt cool and as soft as velvet to my lips and the distinctive scent of her arousal wafted over me filling my mind with lascivious thoughts. I was now kneeling at Tracey’s feet looking along the entire length of her stunning body, my eyes finally coming to rest again on her naked vagina. I had dreamed of being in this situation many times, and now I was here for real, I had no hesitation in edging myself forward and lying between Tracey’s legs until my face was inches away from her pussy. The intoxicating aroma of her sex filled my nostrils once again and my pulse quickened as I excitedly breathed her in. I could feel the tension in her as she waited anxiously for me to feast on her craving pussy, and while hovering still inches away I tantalizingly asked. “What do you want Tracey? What do you want me to do to you?” She cried out, her voice urgent, gravely, thick with lust and yearning. “Lick me, oh please lick me! Lick my cunt Sarah! Please…” “Like this?” I teased, as I ran my tongue up the inner crease of her labia. She almost leapt into the air. “Oh fuck, that’s it, yes… Eat my cunt Sarah, for fuck sake eat me!” That initial taste of Tracey’s dripping pussy drove me insane with desire and unable to resist I buried my mouth into her sopping hole sucking and lapping at her like a ravenous she-wolf, exulting in every droplet and secretion that flowed into my mouth. Tracey’s body was undulating beneath me like a snake and literally after only just a few minuets she franticly gasped. “Sarah… I’m going to… ‘Come’.” Her hands locked themselves onto the sides of my head holding me firmly in place. “Fuck, Sarah. What are you doing to me!” I could feel her vagina begin to pulse on my mouth and her juices flowed more urgently around my tongue. She ground her pussy into my face, almost screaming. “Suck me Sarah... Suck me Sarah... Suck my cunt... Suck my… AhhhhhhOhhhhhhFuckkkkkkk!” A powerful deluge of hot, liquid ‘come’ pumped out of her and washed into my mouth, much more than I expected, and I sucked and drank at her for all I was worth. Her juices tasted different as she writhed in her orgasm, much richer and more intense and the strong, heady scent of it was enthralling. I had no idea that this happened and was thrilled to realise that a woman’s orgasm actually had a taste all of it’s own. Tracey’s climax wracked through her and her body was trembling violently. She released my head but I held on to her and continued to lap at her until she forcibly stopped me and held me away pleading. “No more Sarah, no more, please. Not yet. I can’t take it.” As she fought to regain control of herself I beamed with elation at what I had just done. It may have been one of the clumsiest ever attempts at cunnilingus, but somehow I had managed to hit the spot and Tracey’s still quivering body was sure and true testament to that. I rose and sat back on my knees waiting patiently for Tracey to calm down enough to join me, and when with one last shudder she finally did I handed her a glass of wine. She took it gratefully and sipped at it with a look of happy contentment on her face. “You are not being very fair Sarah.” She accused, in a feigned angry voice, “I’m supposed to be the teacher and the one making you ‘come’, not the other way around.” “You have Tracey, and I’m sure you will many more times before you’re finished with me, but I just couldn’t wait, I had to taste you.” I lifted my hand to her face and gently stroked her cheek. “I have been dreaming about burying my face in-between your legs all week and I couldn’t hold off any longer. I had to make you ‘come’ in my mouth, to have a part of you inside me, I really did.” Tracey covered my hand with hers and turning it over she kissed my palm gently. “I think we both had things to get out of our systems.” Tracey smiled. “I have never lost control, or come so quickly before in my life! I seem to lose the plot whenever you’re around.” She paused as if not sure weather to go on, but then taking a deep breath she plunged right in. “Sarah, I know we’ve only just met but I really think we were meant for each other, I have never felt like this with anyone before and I have not been able to concentrate on anything all week because of you. I think… I hope, that you feel the same way?” She looked up at me, her golden eyes wide and anxious, not sure if she had gone too far. “Tracey, as uncanny as it seems I do feel the same, I think I fell for you from the moment I first looked into your eyes, and I have been bursting at the seams just thinking about you!” She squeezed my hand encouragingly. “I know you joked about it the other night but I really think it was love at first sight, if there is such a thing, at least it felt like that to me.” I looked into her eyes imploringly, “But I can’t fall for you Tracey. I love my husband, I honestly do, so how can I possibly fall for you as well?” I was so full of strongly conflicting emotions that tears filled my eyes and Tracey pulled me towards her and held my shaking body in her arms as a teardrop escaped and splashed onto her slender shoulder. “Don’t cry Sarah.” She whispered softly, and then taking me gently by the shoulders she looked into my eyes with genuine concern. “You don’t have to choose between us, Kevin and I are not in competition, and I am not going to try and take you away from him so please don’t worry about me interfering in your marriage. One of the reasons I asked you all those questions about Kevin and your relationship last week was because I wanted to know how close you really were, and I soon picked up that you are both very much in love. I have no right to change that, nor would I want to. All I am saying is that I think you and I could have a relationship as well. The two of you are already living an open marriage and if what you have told me about Kevin is true I think he will at least listen to the idea of me becoming your lover. It is not the perfect solution, and I wish things were different, but if that’s all I can have of you I will take it rather than not have you in my life. If that is what you want of course?” We sat silent and naked by the sofa as I pulled my emotionally charged thoughts together, our arms and legs entwined again as though frightened to let go. In the background the seductive voice of Luther Vandross sang ‘Any Love’ as if to tease us. “You know Tracey, if someone had told me a few weeks ago that tonight I would be totally naked in the arms of another woman and wishing more than anything to become her lover I would have thought they were out of their mind!” I guess was talking to myself more than Tracey, trying to logically reason through these irrational and compelling feelings I had towards her. “There are so many reasons why we shouldn’t even be having this conversation, the most obvious being that we only just met a week ago, so how… why do I feel like this?” I looked at her pleadingly, hoping that she would come to my rescue by telling me it was just a silly infatuation or some kind of nervous reaction as she was my first ever woman. “I’m sorry, but I can’t answer for you Sarah, I’m as confused by it as you are. All I know is that I have been with many women in my life and I have never, ever felt like this with anyone.” The intensity of her words reverberated through me and I lifted my hand to gently stroke her face. Smiling at her I said. “You do realise that I could be a mad axe-woman for all you know.” “That’s okay,” she came back, turning to kiss my hand. “I’ve always has a thing for mad axe-women anyway.” We both laughed relieving a tiny part of the tension in the air. “I know there will be a lot to learn about each other,” Tracey continued, “and half the fun will be in finding out.” She paused looking deeply into my eyes. “I am not exactly your average run-of-the-mill type of girl, but then Sarah, neither are you, and I just get the feeling that you will love finding out about me and my wicked ways.” Her beautiful golden eyes were very sincere and I felt my arguments crumbling away as I lost myself to her once again. I sighed finally giving in to myself. “I suppose the truth is Tracey, is that right now there is nowhere else I would rather be.” I snuggled further into her wrapping my legs tighter around her back, our breasts almost touching and our faces only inches apart. “Does that mean yes?” She urged, “You will share yourself with me? Can you?” I looked deeply back into Tracey’s incredible eyes and lost myself to her, my heart was pounding in my ears as adrenalin coursed through my veins. “Yes.” I almost whispered, “I can, and I will… I will give myself to you, to both of you.” I paused, thinking my way through it. “I will have to break it in to Kevin slowly though, let him get used to you being around for a while, and then I will tell him the truth, I will have to do some fast talking but I’m sure he will be okay with it as long as he knows that I still love him and I’m not going anywhere” Tracey quickly jumped in on the act. “Sarah, why don’t I come over to stay at your house a few times over the next month or so, Kevin can really get to know me better and we can let him join in with us while I’m there, I think that once we have both ravaged him a time or two he will agree to almost anything.” She smiled encouragingly. ‘It could work’ I thought in the silence of my mind, ‘It really could!’ This evening had been a whirlwind of startling developments from the moment I arrived, and my emotions had been bounced around like a ping-pong ball, but this, this was by far the most singularly significant thing to happen to me not just tonight, but in years! I had just openly admitted to myself that I was in love with Tracey, a woman and almost a complete stranger to me, yet someone who I felt I had known all my life. I had made my decision and I felt as though a breath of fresh air had swept through me. My mind slowly cleared of all my emotional clutter and taking Tracey’s face in my hands I kissed her long and deeply, pausing only long enough to whisper. “I am yours.” We were shut off from the rest of the world, oblivious to anyone or anything. The electricity passing between us was almost palpable and I saw the relief in Tracey’s face as her own eyes suddenly filled with tears and she flung her arms around my neck in elation kissing me again and again. She finally paused and with her fingers in my hair she held my face close to hers. “I know this is going to sound totally crazy Sarah but I have to say it out loud, I… I love you!” “I love you too.” I replied breathlessly as I gently wiped the tears from Tracey’s cheek. “As outrageous as it seems, it’s true. I don’t know why it has happened and I’m not now going to question it, I just think we were somehow meant to be.” We kissed again, deeply this time until Tracey decided to untangle herself, she looked at me with smouldering, lust filled eyes and sat me on the edge of the sofa, she then opened and lifted my legs and without waiting for an invitation, hungrily buried her face into my pussy. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I felt her tongue lick the entire length of my slit and when she reached my highly sensitive clitoris she sucked it into her mouth like a cherry. My emotions were still running high and my head started to spin as the thought sunk in that my new female lover was eating my cunt, tasting that most personal and private part of my body, the part that no woman had ever touched before, and I loved it! She brought her hands into use as well and massaged my pussy with breathtaking dexterity, like a skilled musician strumming a harp. She would take me to the peak of my endurance and then just as I was about to come she would ease me down gently, driving me up and down over and over again until I was nearly in tears with frustration and the need to orgasm. “Please Tracey, let me ‘come’.” I begged, “You are driving me mad! Pleeeaaase, let me ‘come’.” My clit slipped out of her mouth and she looked up at me with a wicked little smile as her hands continued their enthralling work. “You forget Sarah, we are a couple now and real lovers share everything. That means your cunt now belongs to me! So you will have to just lie there and let me do whatever I want with it!” A thrill ran down my spine as she spoke to me in such a brash manner and my pussy reacted by clamping onto her hand. I saw her smile widen at my response and she raised a questioning eyebrow. “Do you like me being in charge Sarah?” She asked in a low seductive voice, “Do you want me to have control over when, or even if I let you come?” I couldn’t help it, my pussy contracted again and I shuddered involuntarily as her words touched something within me, something I didn’t know existed and I felt my orgasm rapidly creeping closer. “Yes Tracey,” I replied meekly, “I think I do want that.” She began to finger me harder as she rubbed my clit magically with her other hand. “And do you like it when I talk dirty to you? You should, because that’s all you fucking deserve.” I was a bit shocked at her words but again my body reacted positively and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, my orgasm almost on the point of no return as I began to squirm on her fingers. “Yes Tracey… I do.” “I think Sarah,” She said in a firm voice, “that you are nothing but a fucking submissive little slut!” And with that she pulled her fingers out of me and and quickly held onto my hands, holding them down firmly so that I could not finish myself off. My eyes shot open and I wondered what on earth was happening! My body was teetering on the very brink of my orgasm and the shock of Tracey suddenly removing her hands from my pussy was almost agonizing! Tracey looked at me sternly. “Do you want me to make you ‘come’ Sarah?” She purred. “Oh God yes!” I groaned shaking my head. “Then you must submit your body to me, to do anything I want with it, anything. Do you understand?” “Yes, yes, okay. Now please finish me off!” I begged. “Not just for tonight Sarah, but for always. I want you to swear that you will never deny me, anything, no matter what I want to do to you, you must submit to me utterly and willingly. When it comes to sex I will always be in charge and you will always give in to me.” “I will, I promise. Now please Tracey, fuck me!” Even though I was absolutely desperate to come I was well aware of what she was saying and what she was asking of me. The truth was that I was extremely excited by her demands and I knew exactly what I was getting into, at least I thought I did! “Do you swear? On your life?” She pressed. “YES,YES,YES! Tracey, I swear on my life that I will always do anything you say. Anything!” “Mistress.” Her voice was suddenly harsh. “Yes, sorry, Mistress.” “Okay. Now open your legs and show me your nasty little cunt before I loose my temper.” My stomach turned a somersault as she said this, but I immediately did as I was ordered and opened my legs as wide as possible, Tracey looked at me for a brief moment smiling triumphantly and then assaulted my pussy with everything she had. Her mouth was the first thing to reach me and she sucked at my sopping hole easing her tongue inside and lapping at my juices, before moving up to my clit as her hands came into play once more, she roughly pushed two fingers into me and I felt another probing my anus, she eased in a finger tip making me gasp as my whole sexual area linked up and came alive with an exquisite fire. I was squeezing my own breasts really hard, pressing them together and pinching both my nipples with my fingers and thumbs when the sensation from my pussy surged upwards through my body, fusing with the feeling coming from my breasts and rushing inexorably onwards, exploding into my brain in a cascade of emotional sparks that set light to my entire nervous system. I was deaf, dumb and blind to anything but the overwhelming feeling tearing through my every fibre, my body arched and paralysed until the massive orgasm pounded me into a quivering wreck and I lay spent and twitching on the sofa. Tracey caressed my thighs while the aftershocks slowly faded and I eventually took a long shuddering breath and sat up. Tracey refilled our wine glasses and then wrapping her legs around me she handed me a glass. “I think you really enjoyed that.” She said with a lopsided grin. I looked up at her a bit sheepishly and smiled, not quite trusting myself to speak yet. “And I hope you remember your promise?” She stroked my face and then let her hand fall onto my left breast, cupping it with her hand. “Your body belongs to me now, you must let me do anything I want with you, and you must do whatever I tell you.” To emphasize her point she pinched my nipple between the finger and thumb, not really painfully, but enough to make me wince. “I, I thought you were just doing that to get me going?” I replied, suddenly finding my voice as the heat spread out from my nipple. “You didn’t really mean it, did you?” “I did mean it, absolutely! And you have sworn on your life to be my unconditional sex slave!” My heart began to race as I wondered where this was going. I had got really turned on when Tracey spoke to me so roughly, it also didn’t take a genius to realise that Tracey liked to take on the dominant role, at least when it came to sex. Being honest with myself, I didn’t know if I really could do everything she wanted, there are things I just won’t do and I have never been into anything really kinky. Tracey’s smile softened as she saw the conflicting emotions cross my face. “I will make a promise to you Sarah. I swear that I will never do anything to hurt or humiliate you, at least not really. I care for you too much and I have only just found you, so I am not going to loose you by doing anything silly, I would rather die than upset you or cause you pain for real. If you stick to your promise though and submit your body completely over to me, I will hurt you and I will humiliate you but only in the most wonderful ways imaginable, and only ever for as long as you are enjoying it.” “What kind of things are we talking about?” I asked, nervously warming to her words. “Nothing much, just a bit of light bondage and the tiniest bit of pain.” She pinched my nipple again sending a fresh wave of tingling through my chest and then leaning forward she gently sucked it into her mouth, circling it with her tongue, her mouth full of cool wine. “And that’s all?” I asked weakly, giving in to her as she suckled delightfully on my breast. Sarah's Bisexual Awakening Ch. 02 She sat back up letting some of the wine run down my stomach and into my groin and she followed it with her hand wonderfully rubbing it into my pussy. “We’ll see?” She smiled playfully, “It depends on how well you behave yourself.” I was shaking and very excited as I said, “Okay Tracey, I will. I will keep my promise. I will do whatever you tell me to, whenever you tell me to do it. I am now your sexual slave to command and I will obey your every word. I swear.” “Mistress!” “Mistress.” I surrendered, my eyes downcast. She kissed me deeply, slipping her finger into my pussy and her tongue into my mouth simultaneously; I soared, feeling somehow exhilarated and liberated at the same time. Now that I had agreed to be totally submissive to Tracey, I felt as though whatever happened from now on was out of my hands. I felt freer and more relaxed than I have ever felt before and I was eagerly looking forward to whatever Tracey had in mind for me. She stood up abruptly. “Come with me... Now!” She ordered. The game had started and I was determined to play my part to the fullest. I scrambled somewhat unladylike out of the sofa and she turned her back on me as I rose, walking off towards her bedroom without saying another word. I followed her demurely, silently admiring her beautiful figure and cat-like grace as she led the way, a triumphant smile slowly spreading across my face. Tracey’s bedroom like everything else in her apartment was stunning and uniquely different from anything I had seen before. It was much bigger than I’d expected and it was designed with a striking Japanese theme. The entire wall and door we had just entered through was painted with a spectacular mural of a Japanese tea garden, with exotic plants and trees, colourful birds and even a delightful tea house fading off into the misty distance, the other three walls were covered with what Tracey called, ‘Shoji screens’, (sliding rice-paper doors). Two of the screens opposite the mural were actually patio doors that led out onto another large balcony, and hidden in the left wall was a huge walk-in wardrobe come dressing room, while in the opposing wall another concealed door led into the marbled bathroom. The lighting was subtle and very subdued, rising up from the floor at regular intervals behind the opaque screens, as was the music wafting in through unseen speakers. The floor was a dark polished cherry wood and other than the bed the only item of furniture in the room was a solid wooden table about ten inches high, but at least six feet long by two feet wide, rush mats sat formally either side of it and a beautiful Japanese floral design rested in its centre. The bed itself was a low solidly built Futon bed, also made out of cherry wood but not so dark as the floor, it was much bigger than usual for this type of bed, probably about eight feet square and it was highlighted with carvings of Japanese geisha girls in erotic poses or sexual acts of various kinds. A soft, thick, pure white quilt covered the centre of the bed and large downy pillows rested at its head. “Oh wow Tracey, this is stunning.” I said looking around the room in wonder. “And that mural…” “Thank you, it’s very pretty isn’t it? A young artist I met last year painted it for me; he’s very talented don’t you think? I was chatting to him about art in general and I just happened to mention that I was designing my bedroom in a Japanese style, and well, that was it, he insisted on painting this mural for me and he wouldn’t take a single penny for it. He just said; ‘A beautiful girl should have something beautiful to wake up to every morning’. He is so sweet,” She smiled. “He wasn’t even after my body as he is gay.” “It is beautiful,” I repeated, “but then so is everything about you.” “Oh shush, you’ll have me blushing.” She chided me. “Anyway not all of my apartment is pretty, some of it is purely functional.” She gave me a cryptic look and then suddenly rejoining the ‘game’ barked. “Follow me.” I was getting used to making the slight mental adjustments needed as Tracey went from being ‘Tracey’ to ‘Mistress’ and back again and I followed her meekly into the wardrobe-come-dressing-room. She opened a heavily padded door on the far side with a numerical security code and stepped into another darkened room. “This is my ‘playroom’.” She announced proudly as she turned on the dim lights. The room was easily as big as her bedroom but it could in no way be called pretty. The walls and ceiling were painted a dark maroon and the floor had grey slate tiles that were warmly heated from below. There were no other windows or doors to be seen and strange apparatus that were obviously not ‘normal’ exercising machines stood here and there. The walls had heavy shackles and steel loops affixed to them and the room had a dead sound to it that indicated that it was heavily soundproofed. The most impressive but astonishing thing in this ‘playroom’ however was the bed itself. It was strangely alien to the rest of the room, although its almost medieval appearance fitted in somehow. It was a huge, black, wrought iron four-poster, with intricate scrollwork and various lengths of chain and curious moveable bars. There were also half a dozen pulleys here and there with strong nylon cord attached and neatly folded away. Four more strong chains hung from the top corners of the frame and connected to the wooden base with its thick mattress allowing it to swing freely, wide strips of cream silk were entwined into the upper frame and fell spiralling around the corner post’s blending in with the silk sheets. “Do you like it?” Tracey asked turning to face me. “It’s amazing.” I replied honestly, “It’s so… different, I have never seen a room like it, and the bed….” “I had it specially made.” Tracey responded to my unfinished question. “I came across the company that made this on the Internet, and when I saw it I just had to have one made up.” “It’s very unusual.” I commented eyeing the bed suspiciously. It was obvious that this was made for more than just sleeping in. “More unusual than you think,” Tracey smiled, confirming my suspicions, “I had it made to my own specifications. It’s rather unique, as you’ll find out soon enough.” She gave me a very suggestive look. “You know, I think you and I are going to have lots of fun in here.” Without another word Tracey grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me roughly towards her kissing me forcefully, then without the slightest warning she slapped a hard, stinging blow to my naked bottom. I yelped into her mouth and my body flinched instinctively as the slap burned its way painfully into my rear, the sharp cracking sound reverberating in my ears. She kept her hand against my tingling backside and pressed our two bodies tightly together as she forced her pussy into mine, ignoring my sudden reaction and continuing to kiss me as though nothing had happened. I could feel the heat spreading from the spot where I had been spanked, and in any other circumstances I would have gone ballistic being slapped like that, but I was as horny as fuck, and standing there naked with the girl of my dreams the pain very quickly diminished and turned into a surprisingly pleasurable tingling. My body seemed to re-awaken, to feel more responsive, receptive to any more stimulus Tracey saw fit to give me. That single slap had awakened and opened my senses, my nipples and clitoris were tingling like mad and my emotions were also in overdrive. I kind of knew… No, being totally honest with myself, I hoped, that this was going to happen, and I knew I would accept whatever Tracey did to me, in fact I was so wound up that now I wanted her to slap me some more, my backside almost craved to be punished again, Tracey had released something that had long been repressed inside me and I didn’t know if I would ever be able to lock it away again. It may sound banal, like a sad old cliché, but as far back as I can remember one of my earliest fantasies was about being punished by my schoolmistress, she would bend me over her knee and humiliatingly lift my skirt, spanking my bare behind and then soothingly rubbing it better. Tracey broke her kiss and with the stern tone that I now delightfully recognised as her ‘Mistress’ voice, she ordered. “Now you little slut, go and sit your worthless toosh on the bed.” I did as I was ordered and sat meekly on the edge of the bed, it swung slightly on its chains and I looked up at the various ropes and pulleys nervously. Tracey almost swaggered towards me and taking me roughly by the shoulders she threw me onto my back, making the bed swing even more wildly. “Lay face down and open your legs as wide as you can bitch, I want to have a good look at your cunt to see if it’s worth me bothering with.” My stomach lurched as she spoke to me so crudely, ordering me to display myself to her in such a humiliating fashion, but I obeyed without question, turning over and spreading my legs, I rested my forehead on my arms and waited anxiously. “That’s no good!” She barked, “I need to see it properly, stick your arse up in the air and push your cunt out so that I can examine it close up.” I took a deep breath and meekly did as I was told, lifting myself up off of the bed and arching my back, pushing my vulva outwards and exposing as much of myself to her as I possibly could. I was in a hugely embarrassing and degrading position, but I felt incredibly turned on being ordered to shame myself in this way and to have Tracey closely examining my pussy like it was in a display case. To make matters worse she turned on a bank of narrow beamed spotlights and directed them from many angles on to my exposed pussy. “That’s much better.” She said. “Now stay exactly where you are. If you move so much as an inch you’ll live to regret it my girl.” She disappeared behind a dark screen in one of the corners, quickly returning with four leather wrist and ankle restraints, she crouched down and lifted my face to hers. “Don’t say a word you fucking bitch, don’t even think about it. Just give me your hands and shut the fuck up.” I was shaking with excitement and no small amount of trepidation, I couldn’t believe I was doing this, I certainly wouldn’t have trusted anybody else to restrain me in such a way, other than Kevin of course. It seemed that with Tracey I had no will to fight and so meekly I did as I was ordered. She fastened two of the restraints to my wrists, which clipped to a short chain fixed to the side of the bed, securing my arms about three feet apart. She then walked around the bed and fastened the other two restraints to my ankles. My heart was pounding in my chest with real misgivings, but I had to see it through, I was drawn too deeply into her spell to stop her now and the level of my arousal soared as she pulled firmly on the chains securing each of my legs to opposite corners of the bed. Four short bars locked the mattress into place and stopped it swinging and Tracey disappeared behind the screen once more and emerged with a storage box. She placed it on the floor beside the bed and lifted out a wide leather harness with many thick straps that she fastened around my body, Two straps fixed around my upper thighs, then more straps went web-like from my waist to just under my arms and then over my shoulders, leaving a convenient gap for Tracey to ease my breasts through. A separate metal O ring had four straps coming from it that she attached to rings on my upper and lower back, then from a pulley in the top centre of the bed she clipped a rope to the O ring and pulled it tight, lifting me upwards. I was now bound tightly into a leather hammock that effectively held me up, stopping me from twisting and turning or falling onto my stomach, forcing me to stay harnessed in a ‘doggy position’ without so much as a fraction of movement. The final touches to my absolute bondage were two bars, one attached to my lower calves and the other just above my knees, holding my legs irrevocably apart, the same was done to my wrists and elbows, locking my arms in place. The only part I was able to move was my head and I craned my neck to look apprehensively up at Tracey. “There, that’s better,” she smiled, as she climbed onto the bed next to my spread-eagled legs. “Now your arse is mine whatever you say, and I am going to teach you a lesson that will change your life forever.” She stroked my bottom gently as she spoke. “I am going to show you just how wonderful pain and humiliation can be, you will beg me to give you more and more but that will be up to me! I am in total control and you are nothing but my fuck toy, to be used or abused however I see fit.” The feeling of being trussed up like this was terrifying, yet paradoxically thrilling at the same time, I felt so utterly, blissfully, helpless. The harness was surprisingly comfortable and it took all my weight as it held me up off of the bed, I tested the restraints, pulling at them as hard as I could, but these were not cheap copies, they were made specifically for this purpose and were not about to yield no matter how hard I tried to break free. My husband had loosely tied me up a few times and my orgasms were always heightened by the feeling of helplessness it gave me, but I had never been bound so completely as this, with absolutely no chance of movement or escape until I was released by Tracey. I was almost overwhelmed with nervous anticipation and the gentile caress of Tracey’s hand stroking my buttocks felt more intensive and concentrated than ever before and I gasped as she ran a finger down the deep valley of my bottom, passing slowly over the tight brown bullet-hole of my anus and easing on down to my pussy. She circled three fingers around the entrance to my sopping vagina. “Oh my little one, aren’t we excited.” She said in a softer voice as she felt the oozing product of my arousal. “I think my little whore likes being trussed up like a chicken. Do you? Do you like it whore? Tell mummy how much you like it and I may do something nice to you.” Tracey was forcing me to humiliate myself further by making me actually say out loud how much it turned me on being bound like this and completely at her mercy, as if by hearing myself admit that I wanted to be in this helpless and vulnerable position would confirm my total submissiveness. As I hesitated her voice took on a harder edge and she dug her fingernails into the soft tissues of my vulva sending hot needles of pain through my groin. “Come now whore! Tell mummy how much you like it or you will make mummy cross! I am going to have to punish you now anyway, but if you make me cross it will be a lot harder for you.” Her long nails were digging harder into my swollen labia and she pulsed her fingers agonisingly into my flesh. The shock of Tracey’s chastisement caused my body to try to escape the torment, but the bindings held me fast, making me endure the pain in my enslaved state, exposed to her and defenceless, quivering like a pressure cooker about to explode. The pain was not overly unbearable, but my body’s sensitivity had been greatly heightened by my arousal and the shock of her nails digging into my most susceptible pussy caused havoc with my consciousness. After the initial shock however the pain seemed to lessen and instead stimulate my body in ways I had never known before, intense and powerful feelings assailed my mind and my nipples and my groin began to pulse in response like a war drum, I could feel the goose-bumps standing out on my skin and I held my breath feeling the pressure building stupendously until eventually I screamed out in an earth-shattering orgasm! Tracey eased her fingernails out of me and soothingly massaged my throbbing cunt where she had only previously caused me such delicious pain. I shivered in my bindings, oblivious to everything but my own internal sexual rhapsody as she allowed me to expend some of my raw energy, and then once again in a softer voice she asked. “Now whore, tell me, do you like being tied up?” I knew this time that I had to respond or she would do something else to hurt me, and I wasn’t ready for that, at least not quite yet, so breathlessly I answered. “Yes, yes Mistress, I do, honestly, I like being tied up.” “Good, that’s much better. You must always answer me straight away, and you must never anger me or I will punish you again. Do you understand my little whore?” “Yes Mistress, I understand.” “Good girl. You will find that mummy can be a very nice Mistress if you please me and I can make you a very happy little girl.” She slipped two fingers into me as she said this and started to finger-fuck me gently. “Very happy!” Tracey could move mountains with those fingers and I was in seventh heaven as she worked her magic on me once more with her hands, but as she felt me building rapidly to another peak she stopped and abruptly withdrew her fingers, I ground my teeth in frustration but knew better that to complain. Tracey wiggled her way underneath me until we were both face to face, I was hanging over her like a preying mantis but unable even to reach my head down and kiss her. She slipped into her ‘normal’ self for a moment and smiled up at me, her golden eyes alight as she stroked my face tenderly. “Are you having fun?” She asked gently. “Oh God yes Tracey, you are fantastic!” I replied in truth. “This is so erotic, you are fulfilling all my fantasies in one night.” She smiled warmly. “It won’t always be like this,” she explained, “we will still make love like normal people for much of the time, but I wanted to point you in the right direction from the start of our relationship so there are no misunderstandings later on.” “Believe me Tracey I’m so glad you did. I don’t understand why, but I love the way you make me feel, so excited and alive, everything you say and do seems to turn me on so much. I feel incredible.” “I knew we were made for each other,” she said smugly, “We both have what the other needs, I love to be the dominant one and you obviously like to be submissive, we’re a match made in heaven.” “Yes, but I didn’t know that until now.” I replied smiling sheepishly, “This could have been a complete disaster.” “I don’t think so,” Tracey continued, “We would never have got this far if you hadn’t let it happen. I haven’t been forcing you to do anything, I have just led you along a path you wanted to go down anyway, you just didn’t realise it.” She leaned up off of the bed and kissed me soundly, chained and immobile as I was in my harness. “I think this may even have something to do with the way we felt about each other when we met,” She went on, “I think subconsciously we knew that we both had the key to each others lock.” I began to giggle and Tracey looked at me quizzically. “Tracey, look at me, I don’t think this is the first time you have done this, do you?” “Oh, I see what you mean,” she laughed, “But that is not quite what I meant. I have always had a strong dominant streak and I have been playing with it for years so I’ve got plenty of gadgets and toys to amuse myself with.” She stroked my face again. “What I meant was that with you I feel different. I have never loved any of the girls that I have dominated before so it was just a bit of fun for me, but because I care so much for you it feels… real somehow, like I really am your Mistress, and I want to dominate you utterly, to devour you until your will is broken and you are truly and utterly mine to command.” Her breath was coming faster now as she articulated her feelings. “And Sarah, I want you to obey me unquestioningly with an unbridled and boundless love, knowing that I will always protect you and care for you, no harm will ever come to you while you are under my protection. I will show you love through pain and humiliation and you will come to love it. You must NEVER refuse me, anything! In your eyes I can be no longer mortal, and you must see me as your Goddess.” Sarah's Bisexual Awakening Ch. 03 The next morning dawned clear and bright, the sun shone hazily through the opaque, screened glass doors that led out on to the balcony. It was going to be another beautiful, hot and sunny day. Still pleasantly sleepy, I smiled to myself as my eyes opened and I realised where I was, I snuggled cosily into Tracey’s warm, soft body, breathing in her sweet feminine aroma and kissed her lightly on the neck. She stirred as I did so and opening her captivating hazel eyes she tenderly kissed my lips. “Good morning lover,” She yawned, “what a lovely way to wake up in the morning.” She brushed my cheek with the back of her hand and then entangled her fingers into my hair as she kissed me again, more passionately this time. I began to tingle inside, after all that had happened last night my body and mind were very susceptible and not quite ready to deal with anything too physical or emotional, even Tracey’s simple, good-morning kiss was having an unnerving effect on me as my body instinctively reacted to her. Staggeringly erotic images of the previous evening flashed into my mind and in a heartbeat I was fully aroused and ravenously hungry for my Goddess to take me to heaven once again. Tracey registered my eager reaction as I urged my body towards her in anticipation but she was having none of it. “My, aren’t you a horny little devil this morning?” she smiled as she broke our kiss, “I think I had better get you into the shower or we will never get out of this bed.” I had a little trouble finding my voice, but eventually, in a husky, lust-induced tone and with fire in my eyes, I managed to reply. “Good…! Then let’s not, let’s just stay here all day and make love like a couple of rabbits.” She smiled at me like I was a small child as she stroked my face again. “Shhhhhh baby… Don’t get yourself too worked-up. As nice as that sounds right now we have a lot to do today, I want to take you out and show you off to my friends… besides, I have other plans for you, so you just keep on feeling horny and I will make sure that you have a day to remember. Now come-on, let’s get to it you randy little minx.” Again we showered together but this time Tracey produced a razor and without bothering to ask for my approval, she proceeded to lather me up and shave off the small triangle of pubic hair I had so carefully sculpted. I did not say anything to stop her, even though I had never shaved myself completely before, if this was what she wanted it was good enough for me, besides, it felt very erotic as I looked down at her on her knees and watched her carefully run the razor over my pubic mound until it was finally as smooth as her own. “There,” she said patting it like a small puppy, “now you will really feel the wind on your pussy.” I had no idea what she meant by that but I did not give it another thought as she leaned forward and kissed it, running her tongue along the entire slit of my labia and sucking my clit into her mouth with a tiny popping sound. My legs felt as though they were about to give way but she stopped suddenly and hopped out of the shower leaving me to my mounting frustration. How could she leave me like this…? She was such a tease! We dried ourselves off and then set about fixing our hair and make-up, although in truth, Tracey hardly needed any with her natural beauty. “Have you got anything to wear?” She called back as she wandered into the bedroom. “It didn’t look like you brought much with you.” Originally I had only planned to stay over for the one night and the dress I arrived in I had found where it had been discarded, crumpled in a heap and with a lot less buttons on it than when it started out. In my overnight bag all I had were a pair of casual blue shorts with a light blue and white top to travel home in. Tracey decidedly informed me that shorts ‘just wouldn’t do’ and disappeared into her spacious wardrobe until she found something ‘more applicable’ for me to wear. What she returned with was a beautiful beige silk, two-piece suit that I could tell straight away was very expensive by the sheer feel and quality of its finishing. The top was cut simply, with no sleeves or collar and Tracey held it out for me to put on. I slid my arms into it feeling the soft caress of the light, delicate material brush against my skin and Tracey slipped her arms around my waist fastening the front with a small golden chain. She then held up the rather short skirt for me to step into and finally handed me a pair of pretty cream, wedged sandals. She stood back and looked me over. “Sarah you look delicious!” She said extravagantly. “Come and see…” Tracey turned towards one of the Shoji screens and slid it to one side, revealing a large mirror. “What do you think?” She asked. Standing in front of the mirror I looked up at my reflection. Tracey was right; it was a gorgeous creation and it fitted me perfectly, the short, flowing skirt and delicate cream sandals made my tanned legs look long and elegant. The top did not meet at the front, leaving a three-inch wide swathe of flesh exposed from my lower abdomen, up past my cleavage and sweeping loosely around my neck, held together only by the small golden chain that sat across the middle of my abdomen. It gathered in at the waist and the thin material softly followed the contours of my breasts, highlighting my nipples that were pushing at the soft silk. This was not an outfit you could wear with any kind of modesty, if I happened to lean forward without holding a hand to my chest the liquid silk would fall forward revealing my bosom and the very short sinuous skirt would not take much of a breeze to show what lay hidden beneath. “Tracey, it’s a beautiful outfit, but don’t you think I am a bit… underdressed for the daytime? This is more the sort of thing you’d wear for a fancy cocktail party or a rather chic social event.” I pointed out. “It’s you that’s beautiful Sarah, and we will be going out somewhere nice for lunch, so it is just perfect. Anyway…” Her voice took on a steely edge. “If that’s what I want you to wear then that is what you will wear! Understand?” My stomach twisted excitedly as I heard the change in her tone and I turned to face her with my eyes downcast, my arms hanging limply by my sides in a gesture of capitulation. “Yes Mistress.” I supplied as instructed the night before. “That’s better. Now, give me a quick twirl, I want to see your skirt fly up so that I can see your smooth little pussy.” I span round for her and the short skirt fanned outwards lifting as high as my waist and revealing my pure nakedness below. “Hmmmmm… Very nice, you are mummy’s good little slut.” Lifting my chin she held my gaze sternly. “Now listen very carefully slut… You will not be wearing any panties today and you will not try to cover yourself up at any time. Do you understand?” I tried to nod but she was holding my jaw firmly so I mumbled out a muffled, “Yef Miftress.” “I don’t care if the wind blows your skirt up around your waist and your tits fall out, you are not to cover yourself up, for any reason! ONLY I can do that, and only I may give you permission to do it for me. Now I say again… Do you clearly understand what I am saying?” I sure did! Tracey was going to take me out in a very fluid, very revealing outfit in broad-daylight and I could do nothing to hide my modesty if fate or an errant breeze decided to take a hand. I knew this was another test of my total obedience and I was determined not to fail her, even if I was tearfully embarrassed in the process. “Now I will not be your Mistress all day, for much of the time I will just be Tracey, but this rule applies to the entire day. Do you understand?” “Yef Miftress.” I mumbled again. “Good, now be a good little girl and go make mummy a cup of coffee, and as you have made yourself look so pretty for me you may have one as well.” She let go of my face. “Thank you Mistress.” Tracey turned her back on me in distain and I watched as her superb naked body disappeared back into the dressing room. About ten minutes later she appeared in the kitchen looking fantastic in a white cotton, single-breasted jacket and short, snugly fitted skirt with matching white, high-heeled shoes. It looked to me as though she was not wearing anything under the jacket but I did not ask. She had pulled her long honey-blond hair into a ponytail that fell down to her lower back and her face glowed with a natural radiance. She came over and kissed me thanking me for the coffee and I made the mental adjustment as I realised that she was Tracey again. “If it’s all right with you Tracey I think I should give Kevin a call to let him know I am staying here for another night.” “Of course… Sorry Sarah, I should thought of that myself. Please, use the phone in here, I’ll make myself scarce.” “No it’s okay, I’m not going to say anything you don’t need to hear, I’m just letting him know that I won’t be home tonight that’s all.” I made the call and Kevin was rather curious, but otherwise fine about it, telling me to have a good time and enjoy myself. Enjoy myself… If only he knew! “Okay Tracey, I’m all yours now, where are we off to?” “First I have to pop into my office at the salon, then a spot of lunch at Covent Garden I think. How’s that sound?” “Lovely.” I replied earnestly. Covent Garden is one of my favourite places in London, with its cosmopolitan bars and cafés spilling out onto the traffic-free walkways. It is one of London's most popular tourist attractions, but for much of its existence Covent Garden served as a fruit and vegetable market, the largest in England. Still remarkably intact and attractive, the whole area has a relaxed feel and is lots of fun to explore. Street entertainers give the place a lively, friendly atmosphere, and exclusive designer shops and a wealth of fabulous restaurants add a sophisticated air, making it a popular area for the ‘beautiful people’. In fact it had become a regular hangout for models, movie stars and socialites or ‘rich bitches’, as they were sometimes unfairly called, but at least it was a place where I could get-away with wearing an outfit such as this, as glitzy, daring fashion seemed to be the ‘norm rather than the rule’. We left Tracey’s apartment for a waiting cab and walking down the stairs I could see the hem of my skirt flutter up slightly with every descending step as I looked past my covered, but almost indecently visual breasts. I could feel the touch of air on the smooth nakedness of my freshly shaved pussy with the result that it made my nipples even harder and more pronounced than they already were. I was slightly alarmed at just how much my short skirt rode up when I sat in the back of the taxi, although the soft silk moulded itself into the shape of my inner thigh and helped to cover me, but only just on the side of respectability. It still looked extremely rude however where my pubic mound pressed against the liquid fabric between my legs, and my pussy could still been seen from the right angle if my legs were not clamped tightly together. I knew that before this day was out a fair number of people were going to get a good long look up my skirt, but I pushed the thought aside and resisted the urge to adjust myself, knowing that Tracey would be watching me like a hawk. As if reading my thoughts she turned to me and spoke. “You know Sarah, I am really looking forward to today, I am going to have so much fun with you.” To the taxi driver that sounded like a perfectly innocent statement, but I knew what she really meant, she was going to have great fun embarrassing me, and making me do things I would never have dreamed of doing on my own! “Now you do remember what I told you earlier don’t you?” “Yes Tracey, I remember exactly what you said! It frightens the hell out of me, but I won’t let you down, I promise.” “Good, then I know you will have as much fun as me. You might not think so at first… but trust me, by the end of today you will see things in a different light.” As she said this her hand reached down to my knee and telling me quietly to ‘relax’, she parted my legs, not by much, but enough for my skirt to rise up even more and expose my nakedness beneath. Fortunately the cabbie was not the talkative type and he ignored us for most of the journey, but quite a few other road users enjoyed the spectacle, and every time we stopped at a set of traffic lights I stared embarrassingly straight ahead so as not to see the smirking faces of van drivers and the like. We eventually pulled up outside Tracey’s health and beauty salon and Tracey paid the driver. There were people everywhere, shoppers, office workers, tourists, all milling about right where I had to somehow get out of the cab without making an exhibition of myself, but there was no way to avoid it so gritting my teeth I took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped out in as ladylike a manner as I could manage. As expected my skirt rode up and gave a handful of passers-by an eyeful of pussy, but I ignored their startled looks stoically and waited for Tracey to exit the cab as well. To my pleasant surprise I caught a quick, unavoidable glimpse up Tracey’s skirt as well when she stepped out of the back of the taxi, and I smiled inwardly as I realised that she was not wearing any panties either, although her tight cotton skirt was not anywhere near as revealing as my own, it still made me feel a bit better knowing that Tracey was not making me do this alone. I had heard of Tracey’s health and beauty salon and knew it to be one of the most exclusive, and expensive in London and walking in the door we were met by a very pretty receptionist. “Hi Bev, is Ricky about?” Tracey asked. “Good morning Tracey. Yes he’s in his office, shall I call him for you?” “No, it’s alright, I just pop up and say hello.” Turning to me she smiled. “This is Sarah by the way, she is my new girlfriend and the absolute love of my life so be nice to her.” I was a bit taken aback; Tracey had just openly introduced me to Beverly as her girlfriend. I guess I wasn’t expecting her to suddenly come right out with it like that, but I didn’t know any of these people so what the hell, if they saw me as a lesbian did it really matter? To be honest, I rather liked the way it made me feel, excited somehow, as though I were being extremely naughty. This was a whole new World for me, I had only just had my first girl on girl experience the previous evening, although it was a baptism of fire, and now I was enjoying the erotic thought of being Tracey’s lesbian girlfriend. Beverly gave me an instant female appraisal, then with a genuine, warm smile she held out her hand. “Hi Sarah, I’m very pleased to meet you.” Taking her hand I smiled back. “Hello Beverly.” “I have to say Sarah, you look absolutely stunning.” She raised an eyebrow and looked me over suggestively. “I love your outfit and you certainly know how to wear it.” Before I had the chance to reply Tracey cut in saying. “Before you two get carried away I have to see Ricky… Come with me Sarah, I want to show you off to him. Don’t worry, you will get to see much more of Beverly later.” Beverly and I smiled at each other like two admonished schoolgirls and I turned to follow Tracey up to Ricky’s office. Ricky was not at all what I expected; I had imagined him to be slightly camp and hugely flamboyant like the stereotypical ‘gay hairdresser’ in the movies. Instead he was a tall, dark, well-toned and handsome man in his early thirties, with big brown eyes and an engaging smile. He had the easy relaxed manner of someone who is comfortable and confident in his own skin and I judged him to be a real winner with the ladies. Tracey again introduced me as her girlfriend but this time I felt slightly embarrassed under the evaluating scrutiny of her good-looking business partner. Then Ricky hit me with a devastating smile and came round his desk to take both my hands as he towered a good foot or so over me. “Sarah, I’m so pleased to meet you… If Tracey has finally decided to tell the world about you, you must mean a very great deal to her, she is fiercely independent and doesn’t commit herself lightly, so for her to come bowling into my office and announce that you are her girlfriend means more than perhaps you realise… She must be head-over-heels in love with you, because she has never even admitted to having a girlfriend before, let alone bring one in here…” He smiled and looked down at me with his extraordinarily engaging eyes. “You must be a special person to have captured Tracey’s heart, and as such, you have captured mine. I would be honoured if you called me your friend and if there’s anything I can ever do for you, just ask.” Wow…! That was an unexpected and profound little statement and I didn’t know quite what to say. I looked up at him and smiled shyly, speaking with absolute sincerity. “Thank you Ricky, but it is Tracey who is special and I’m the one that is lucky to have found her.” His smile widened. “Well… I can see why you two go together so well.” He held out my arms and my breasts pushed at the fabric of the silk top, my ever-hard nipples seemingly trying to force their way through as he ran his eyes critically over me. “And I can see the attraction… Sarah, you are gorgeous, I think Tracey has chosen well.” “Alright Ricky, I think you have managed to embarrass us both enough for now.” Tracey laughed warmly. “Now please put my Sarah down and behave yourself.” Ricky winked at me and whispered, “She hates to hear the truth about herself.” But he let go of my hands and returned to his desk. Tracey immediately came over to stand protectively before me and putting her arms around my waist she pulled me towards her and kissed me, reaffirming Ricky’s words in that moment. Still holding on to me but breaking our kiss she quietly said. “Darling, would you mind waiting for me in my office for a moment? I just have a couple of things to quickly discuss with Ricky, only business stuff and I won’t be long, I promise.” “Of course Tracey. Where is it?” “It’s on the other side of the building. If you go back down to Beverly on reception, she will show you.” I said my goodbyes to Ricky and made my way back to the reception. Beverly was on the phone to a client and I politely waited for her to finish before I asked where I could find Tracey’s office. “Oh I’ll take you there myself” She said. “Just give me a moment and I will get someone to cover the front desk for me.” Having found her replacement she hopped out from behind her desk and led me off down a well-lit corridor. Beverly was very pretty with long dark hair that she had pulled up and clipped at the back of her head, she had large hazel eyes that she highlighted with various shades of brown eye shadow and full pouting lips that seemed to be always on the verge of a cheeky smile. She looked to be about the same size as me, except for her breasts that seemed overly large for her small frame, other than that she had a perfectly proportioned figure and a great pair of legs. At the end of the corridor a door led up a flight of steep narrow stairs and Beverly ushered me through, saying that Tracey’s office was at the top. I thanked her expecting her to go back to the reception but as I started to climb the stairs I quickly realised that she was following me up. ‘Oh my God!’ My stomach lurched in a fit of alarm. Beverly was going to see right up my skirt, close-up and personal, and there was nothing I could do about it! Sarah's Bisexual Awakening Ch. 03 I could feel her close behind me, her eyes literally inches from the back of my thighs and just below the hemline of my skirt, giving her the spectacle of a lifetime. I could almost feel her hot breath on the back of my legs. To my surprise I realised that I was quickly becoming attuned to all these erotic little events that seemed to be happening more and more this morning and I found that my impulse to panic was decreasing with each time. Moreover, I was finally beginning to understand that it was the thrill of being helpless to do anything about it that was turning me on so much, the simple fact that I could do nothing about where, when or who could see the slut beneath the fine clothes. Okay, I did not really have to do any of this; in reality I could pack it in and go home to my husband anytime I wanted, but inside I knew that I could not. I could not run out on Tracey, anymore more than I could run out on myself! I was trapped in a cage of my own making and as much as I rattled at the bars I did not want to leave. All these thoughts happened in the blink of an eye and as I climbed the stairs I began so slow up as I found the situation more intoxicating, thinking of Beverly scrutinising my nakedness so closely behind. I was certain that she had engineered following me up. I had already decided that she was into women by the way she had suggestively looked me over earlier, and I was getting a rush of blood thinking that she had done this on purpose. I exaggerated the sway of my hips and pouted my behind at her like a peacock, in the few brief moments that it took to near the top I had mentally turned myself around and was now really beginning to enjoy myself. I paused suddenly as I reached the last step and I smiled silently as Beverly brushed my skirt with her head as she nearly buried her face into my behind, then with my tiny victory out of the way I stepped forward and opened the only door available. Inside was what looked like an office come anteroom, with a desk to one side and comfortable chairs and a coffee table on the other. There was also a small kitchenette with coffee making facilities tucked into the corner. “This is Tracey’s reception room.” Beverly said, brushing past innocently. “I will take you straight through to her office, I’m sure that’s where she’ll want you to wait.” Beverly held another door open for me and I walked into a large room with a very thick, dark green carpet and a huge, highly polished wooden desk on the far side with nothing on it but a solitary telephone. Along the left wall were large square windows that looked out onto the street, but they were shaded with heavy cream vertical blinds, the right wall had similar blinds but I could not guess what lay behind them as the building went back much further over on that side of the room. Next to where I was standing was a large cocktail cabinet and behind and to the side of Tracey’s impressive desk was another door that I found out later led to where she did her real work, a smaller office that contained her computers, files and other paraphernalia she needed. “This office is just for impressing the clients and for business meetings.” Beverly continued. “Please, make yourself comfortable.” She offered me a chair to the front of Tracey’s desk. “I’m sure she won’t be long. Can I get you a drink or anything?” “No thank you Beverly. I’m fine.” “You sure are Sarah.” She laughed, looking evocatively at my breasts, “You sure are... And please, call me Bev, everybody does.” With that she turned on her heel and went to leave but at the last minute she paused. “Oh, if you need anything Sarah just dial nine on the phone and you will come through to me on reception.” I thanked her and she left me to my own devices. Looking around I decided that this room had a distinctly masculine feel about it; my own office was bright and airy with plants and flowers dotted here and there, a picture of my husband sat on my desk and others of my family resided on the windowsill. But there was none of that kind of thing here, nothing… The colour scheme was a muted green and brown and the sunken ceiling lights were subdued, the thick carpet soaked up any residue sound and though the room was expensively and tastefully finished it seemed to have no life or character of its own… or of Tracey. Feeling slightly introspective I wandered over to the window and peeked through the blinds looking down to the people milling about in the street below. ‘Was I doing the right thing?’ I asked myself for the millionth time, ‘did I really want to do this…?’ I let my hand fall from the blind shutting out the daylight, and closing my eyes I subconsciously allowed my hand to wander up under my skirt until my fingers lightly touched the soft mound where Tracey had shaved me. A spark of pleasure warmly spread inwards as I circled the spot, and my other hand slipped inside the open fronted top and sought out one of my aching nipples. I did not even realise I was doing it. My mind had drifted off somewhere and my hands instinctively reacted to the persistently aching need and calling of my body. Ever so slowly the fingers under my skirt rubbed further and further downwards until I brushed against my clit. A sudden, unexpected moan escaped my lips as the breath rushed from my lungs and I rubbed the tops of my legs together as a pulse of electricity surged outwards from the spot. My body needed extra stimulation, and quickly, all morning I had been teased and quietly humiliated and now I needed something more! Something physical! I was soaking wet in an instant and my probing fingers quickly found my sopping hole, I did not wait, I could not! I simply plunged two fingers deep into my pussy and started to piston myself down on them. My body reacted like it had been cracked with a whip as another powerful surge of electricity assailed me and my legs began to give way. I leaned heavily against the blind for support and continued to pound at my famished and craving vagina, fucking myself faster and harder with my fingers until, unable to stand it anymore, I stiffened into an orgasm that hit me so fast I almost doubled over with the raw energy that flooded into my pussy. Oh God! ‘Did I really want to do this…?’ Fuck yes! I had answered my own question… and I realised again that there was nowhere else I would rather be! I heard a slight cough behind me and looked around to find Tracey standing silently in the doorway. Irrespective of all that I had done over the past twenty-four hours I was totally embarrassed to be caught masturbating alone in her office, and my face must have reflected my utmost horror as Tracey rushed over and held me tenderly in her arms. I was shaking like a leaf and unable to stop myself, I burst into tears, burying my face into the soft, crook of her neck. “Oh Tracey I am so sorry…” I sobbed, “I… It just happened…” She stroked my hair as she held me close. “Shhhhhh now, it’s alright Sarah, it’s alright… I’m here now.” She held me in silence as my highly charged emotions got the better of me and I wept with unconcealed frustration. “I should not have left you for so long.” She admonished herself. “I knew how horny you were feeling when we first woke-up this morning, and I have been teasing you and slowly winding you up all day. ”She kissed the side of my head as she held me tighter and tried to calm me down. “I guess I misjudged just how wound-up you really were, so don’t feel bad my darling… This is all my fault for not giving you a release earlier.” I tried desperately to compose myself and took a great shuddering breath trying to clear my head. “Don’t you worry now Sarah, I am going to get rid of some of that pent-up frustration for you, right now… You will soon be feeling yourself again…” Tracey smiled in spite of herself. “Sorry, that didn’t come out quite right…” I laughed, despite my embarrassment and looked up at her with tear filled eyes. “And anyway,” she continued, “our day is only just beginning and I need you to have enough wits about you to enjoy all the nasty little things I am going to do to you.” I finally managed to calm myself down, and taking another deep breath I said. “I’m sorry Tracey, I just don’t know what came over me.” “I do.” She replied softly, stroking my face and wiping my tears away with her cool, slender hand. Tracey held me for a moment longer until she was certain I was myself again and then abruptly, she let me go. “Right you little slut.” She barked. “Come with me!” I breathed an audible sigh of relief as I heard Tracey abruptly change into my Mistress. While I was her slave-girl things were so much easier. I did not have to worry about what was right or wrong anymore, I just had to do what I was told and forget about everything other than my ongoing task to please her in every which way I possibly could. Every time this happened I felt myself inexorably moving closer to the stage where I no longer thought of myself as ‘Sarah’ anymore, but as the worthless slave I really wanted to be, to be commanded and controlled by my beautiful and demanding superior. Tracey walked over to her desk and picked up the phone. “Beverly, Can you come up to my office for and hour or so I’ve got some work to do. “Ask Jenny to cover the reception for me will you? Oh… and lock the door after you come in as I don’t want us to be disturbed.” She turned to me. “Now slut, remove those pretty clothes, I don’t want to get them all messed up… you may leave on the shoes.” I did not argue or hesitate in the slightest, I had long since realised that if I simply obeyed her blindly, and without any thought of consequences things were much easier for me, so I unclasped the small, golden chain and removed my top, carefully hanging it over the back of the chair, I then stepped out of my skirt and laid it neatly folded over the top. I stood motionless with my arms by my sides and waited for her next instruction. “Come here bitch, and lay on my desk with your legs facing that wall.” She pointed to the blind covered wall opposite the windows. I did as I was told and sat on the edge of it, easing myself slowly onto my back with most of my legs hanging over the side. The desk was cold and hard, and the edge was digging into the back of my thighs, but Tracey produced a small, round pillow from her other office and lifted my head forward as she rested it under me. “Now open your legs and spread your arms out to the sides.” She ordered. “A disobedient slut like you can’t be trusted not to move so I will have to tie you in place.” She disappeared back into her small office and returned with a set of leather straps with various wrist, ankle and thigh restraints. She fixed my arms first, buckling on the padded leather-cuff’s, and passing a leather strap under the desk, clipping it back onto a metal loop on each of my wrists and pulling it tight as she did so. She then secured my ankles high up onto each opposing leg of the heavy desk, making me lift my knees and expose my pussy, and finally she attached restraints around both my upper thighs and again ran a strap under the desk to secure them, forcing my legs as wide apart as they would go. My newly shaved pussy was glairing upwards, fully exposed and highly vulnerable, my breasts stood firm and my nipples were like hard little agates, almost painful in anticipation as I again found being securely bound an irresistible aphrodisiac, and a surge of adrenalin coursed through my veins causing my body to become highly aroused and sensitive. The restraints were all heavily padded and other than the hard wooden surface I was laying on, it was not too uncomfortable. Tracey had a very contented look on her face as she was binding me to her desk and she smiled now as she looked down at her handiwork. “It feels good doesn’t it baby?” She purred. “You like it when mummy ties you up don’t you?” “Yes Mistress.” I replied with absolute sincerity, “I am always a little frightened, but I love it when you do this to me.” “Of course you do my baby, that’s because you want to please mummy don’t you… and you know that if you do, mummy is going to make you feel so good.” I loved the way she spoke to me like I was her little girl when she was in her ‘benevolent mood’. She had started it the previous evening, but at the time I had many other things to think about, and to take on-board. Now though, I was wondering why it should turn me on so much to hear her talk to me this way…? It unquestionably added another twist of the taboo into the proceedings. Perhaps that was it? Whatever the answer, all I knew was that she was making me very wet as she continued to tell me how good mummy was going to make me feel! I froze as I suddenly heard the door to the outer office open… Oh fuck, Beverly…! I had forgotten about Tracey’s call to her in my addled state of mind! Beverly locked the door behind her as I heard the latch slip into place with a resounding ‘clunk’, and she walked smartly into Tracey’s office. She stopped dead in her tracks as she looked up and saw me lying bound and naked on the huge desk, and a malicious smile slowly spread across her lips as she instantly took in the situation. “Ahh Bev… Thanks for coming. I’ve got some work to do on this filthy, degenerate little slut here, do you think you could give me a hand?” Beverly’s smile widened. “Of course Tracey, anything for the boss.” She giggled. “Thanks Bev, I knew you wouldn’t mind… I think it’s a bit dark in here don’t you? Would you mind opening the blinds for me?” Tracey indicated to the blinds along the wall I was facing with my wide-open pussy, and I had no idea what lay behind them. Beverly walked over and pushed a button that slowly withdrew the blinds back into the corners of the room. To my complete and utter horror, I realised too late that what was hidden behind them were full-length windows looking straight out into the fitness room! I couldn’t believe that Tracey would do this to me…! There were four men and two women directly facing us on running machines and many others on various exercise equipment. About thirty people all in all! “TRACEY!!!” I cried out in disbelief. “Oh my God… No!” I fought like a maniac to free myself… Tracey had gone too far this time! I had to admit that I had got quite a thrill out of Tracey making me expose myself in public, but that was a quick flash and a harmless erotic little game… This… This was something entirely different! I desperately tried to break loose from my restraints but all of Tracey’s bondage equipment is the real deal, and try as I might I could not free myself. I started to panic as I realised I was trapped and I turned my head wildly trying to think of a way out of this unbearable situation before too many people saw me. Tracey appeared at my side and stood towering over me, watching my extreme anguish with unfathomable eyes. I looked pleadingly up to her and begged her not to do this, but she made no move to cover me or to close the blinds. My eyes were filled with tears at the horror and humiliation of my situation and my head swam as I again strained helplessly at my bonds and looked imploringly up at her. Tracey’s face was alive with excitement and her eyes were overflowing with unadulterated lust as she witnessed my utter distress for a moment longer, then in one smooth motion she unzipped her skirt and slipped it off, followed quickly by her jacket, and she stood completely naked and exposed beside me. I hesitated a moment as total confusion infringed in on my alarmed mind, and quickly glancing over to the windows I suddenly realised that everyone was completely ignoring us. “Two way mirrors.” Beverly stated simply, as she saw a glimmer of understanding dawn in my eyes. “We can see them, but they can’t see us.” She giggled. “Fun isn’t it?” I was still so traumatized by the shock of what had just happened that I could not reply, but even if I had wanted to, I would have had no chance as Tracey straddled my face and plunged her soaking pussy down forcefully onto my mouth! She was so intensely wound-up that she rode my face like a bucking bronco, holding the back of my head and smearing her heavily flowing juices all over me. I too attacked her with my mouth, trying to consume her for all I was worth as I desperately sought to dispel my internal distress. In a heartbeat I realised what had fired her up so much… It was watching me writhe in anguish when I thought all those people could see me, tied to the desk like a sacrificial virgin! Tracey obviously knew I could not be seen, but the power she must have felt as I imploded in on myself was staggering and she was fucking my face with unconcealed, savage, lust as she palpably felt my terrified and agonised suffering. Ohhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh, my darling Mistress! She had made me sink to a new depth of bizarrely compelling despair and it now ignited a sexual explosion deep in my soul. I was more aroused than I had ever been, even more than last night, and so when I felt Beverly’s tongue suddenly lick its way up my swollen labia I almost passed out! If only she would release my hands! I wanted to grab hold of Tracey and swallow her entire essence, sucking on her until she had no more to give, but she was totally devoid of any thought other than her burning, headlong rush towards an orgasm and she continued to ride my face uncaring of me, or anything else. Beverly’s tongue probed deeper into me and she lapped at my juices until she went to work on my clit. Her tongue was amazing and she sucked and licked at me sending wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure up my spine. I could tell that she was also fingering herself like crazy, because she was moaning into my pussy as she got more and more excited. From the moment Tracey caught me masturbating alone in her office I had been in such mental turmoil that the sensations assailing my body could not somehow seem to focus, as my emotions were still raging wildly, and the stunningly erotic effect of Tracey fucking my face and Beverly devouring my pussy remained separate. That was until I felt Tracey begin her orgasm! I heard her moans become increasingly loud and she stopped desperately rubbing herself against me, instead, holding my head still and forcing my mouth into her swollen pussy. I felt her shaking violently, until she stiffened like she was made of steel cable! Her vulva suddenly opened, filling my expectant mouth with rivers of her sweet, delicious cum. That was the spark I needed! The confused, unorganised mass of stimulus I endured in both body and mind smashed into each other in the pit of my stomach, sending incandescent shards of pure, raw energy through my nervous system. As ever the bonds that held me in place increased my orgasm unmercifully and as I had gone from a confused mental state of abstract horror to unimaginable ecstasy in such a short space of time my orgasm sent me into a series of short, sharp spasms and a fountain of cum poured into Beverly’s waiting mouth! Beverly plunged her face into my pulsing vagina and she let out a muffled scream as she too climaxed in turn, she held onto my thigh with a vice like grip to stop herself falling over, and she sucked and groaned into my pussy while she pummelled herself with her soaking fingers. We were all three locked into a brief moment of pure ecstasy, physically and mentally joined in an orgasm of unimaginable force, with Tracey and I especially, coming from both ends of the spectrum, Tracey feeling the commanding, magnificent power of the moment and me feeling so utterly helpless! An orgasm made in heaven. Sarah's Bisexual Awakening Ch. 03 When Tracey finally regained some of her composure she climbed off of me and reaching forward she pinched both my nipples cruelly, making me wince with the pain. “You fucking dirty little whore…!” She barked at me, “You have gone and swallowed all of my cum and I wanted to share some of it with Beverly… Have you got any of it left in your mouth slut? Have you?” She squeezed my nipples harder. Not only was my mouth still awash with the taste of Tracey’s cum, but my face and neck were covered liberally with it. “Yes Mistress.” I gasped in pain. “Please… I, I have some.” She eased the pressure on my nipples and turned to Beverly who was still happily lapping away on my pussy and kneading my thighs like a cat as she calmed herself down. “Bev, come up here and stick your tongue in this slut’s mouth, she has been a greedy bitch so you will have to lick my cum from wherever you can find it.” Beverly was beside me like a shot and she looked boldly into my eyes. Somewhere along the line Beverly had removed her clothes and her rich full breasts were hanging over me like she was about to smother me with them. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I set eyes on you Sarah.” She purred. And with that she kissed me hard and full on the mouth, pushing her tongue between my lips and wrestling with my own. Beverly started off on my mouth but she soon widened her scope, seductively kissing and licking on my face and neck to clean off Tracey’s cum then returning back to my mouth every so often. Eventually she worked her way down to my breasts and she gently took each sore nipple into her mouth in turn, soothing the pain still throbbing from Tracey’s displeasure. I could feel her soft heavy breasts resting against my stomach and it felt wonderful! I relaxed slightly and enjoyed the gentle sensation as she caressed my nipples further with her tongue. Looking past Beverly my eyes again wandered over to the people who were resolutely jogging along on the running machines, not realising that just a few small feet away there was a raging lesbian sex scene spread out before their very eyes. I studied their faces and imagined that they could actually see me… legs spread wide and my hairless pussy saturated with cum. I became more aroused again as I imagined the mirror was just plain old glass, and the people on the other side were enjoying the spectacle of me strapped to the desk while two women had fun using me for their own pleasure. Tracey had been in the smaller office and she returned now with a large black strap-on standing erect from her groin like the horn of a rhino. “Has the little slut been behaving herself Bev?” She asked. Beverly looked up with a smile. “Oh yes, she’s been as good as gold.” She replied. “Okay then, I will allow her to have some of this.” She held the black rubber cock in her hand. “Do you want this baby? Do you want mummy to shove this big cock into you?” She asked sweetly. I obviously did not answer fast enough for Tracey’s liking and she looked down at me and sneered. “If you don’t answer quickly you are going to get it shoved up your fucking arse again slut, now tell me, let me hear you say it nice and clear.” “Oh yes Mistress! Please will you fuck me with your big cock, fuck me hard with it, please…” Then in a small, timid voice I trailed off. “And Mistress… Perhaps you should spank me for being disobedient…?” Tracey’s smile widened as she heard the words I knew she wanted to hear. “Do you see what I mean Bev? The disgusting little whore can’t get enough of it. It is just as well I am a kind and thoughtful Mistress, if I didn’t look after her like I do the depraved little cunt would probably go around fucking stray dogs like a bitch in heat.” Tracey continued to berate me, even as she positioned the tip of the dildo into my pussy, the lips of my labia parted and enveloped the phallus as inch by inch she forced it further into me. It felt huge as it spread my vaginal muscles and I flinched each time she decisively shoved it in a bit more, but in just a few short moments she had buried it most of the way home. Fortunately for me I was incredibly wet, otherwise in the mood she was in she could have done me some real damage. She took a firm grip on my hips and started to slowly draw it almost all the way out and then purposefully back up to the hilt again, she did this a couple of times, but before I was anywhere near loose enough she started to pick up her speed, and her intent, forcing the seemingly huge, black cock into me with gusto and filling me up completely with every powerful thrust. I lay there, bound securely to the desk with Tracey hammering her groin against mine as she speared me with her strap-on like a stuck pig, and Beverly hungrily sucking and licking on my sensitive nipples. My eyes wandered over to the people on the running machines once more and I smiled as my imagination allowed them to see what a low-life, dirty slut I had become, and Ohhhh God, how I was enjoying it! Beverly obviously decided that she needed more than to just give me pleasure, so she climbed up onto the desk and hovered just over my face, her oozing pussy inches away from my waiting mouth. She was facing Tracey and I could just see her hand reach out to cup my beloved Mistresses right breast. Tracey paused for a moment after injecting the rubber cock into me as far as it would go and leaned forward to kiss Beverly tenderly on the mouth. I felt an immediate and irrational twinge of jealousy as I saw their lips touch and I subconsciously strained at my bindings in consternation. Tracey obviously felt this because just for a moment she looked down at me with a measure of surprise in her golden eyes, then as a heartless smile touched her lips she wrapped her hands around the back of Beverly’s head and kissed her passionately while I squirmed uncomfortably beneath them. Beverly returned Tracey’s kiss and I heard her moan out loud when Tracey reached down and sought out her clitoris. I watched, spellbound as Tracey’s long manicured finger circled and teased at Beverly’s pussy right in front of my eyes, and unable to resist any longer, I lifted my mouth and tentatively probed my tongue into her moist, pouting hole. Beverly slammed her pussy down onto my face on impulse and within moments I was swallowing her thick, sweet, juices as her pussy contracted and she climaxed again with a loud, urgent groan. Tracey rubbed furiously at Beverly’s clit and she ground her pussy further onto my mouth as she came with a violent shudder, her cum flowing freely, I automatically sucked and lapped at her in earnest while I drank it all down. My arousal took a huge leap forward when Beverly came on my face, as before this moment I had only ever experienced Tracey in any kind of lesbian embrace, and even that was still very new to me. Now, I had tasted Beverly in her full womanly flow, a girl I had only met just over an hour ago and she was squirming on my face in ecstasy as she filled my mouth with her delicious cum. ‘Why on Earth had I not done this before now’, I berated myself, I had no idea what I had been missing out on all this time! I gasped suddenly as Tracey almost withdrew the strap-on again and plunged it solidly back into my pussy, she picked up a forceful rhythm, ramming herself into me with untamed enthusiasm and I felt myself rapidly loosing control of my body once again as the seeds of another orgasm began to build deep in my womb. Beverly reached down and released the clips on both of my wrists, allowing me to use my hands at last and I grabbed her waist and eased her forward onto her hands and knees. She automatically began sucking on one of Tracey’s nipples and I lifted my hands to her oozing pussy. As my fingers ran delicately along her slit she flinched wildly and more of her cum seeped out and ran down her inner thighs. I had to concentrate hard on what I was doing as Tracey’s merciless pounding into my pussy was having a telling effect on me and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I began to rub on her clit and she pushed her backside towards me urging my fingers into her desperate pussy, I placed my left hand onto her bottom to hold her still and then plunged two fingers into her as far as they would go. She arched her back and let out a loud moan as I pumped in and out of her sopping hole. I was so unbelievably aroused as I watched my fingers disappear into her pussy and I felt her vaginal muscles pulsing on them as she continued to cum for me. Again I felt my own orgasm climbing rapidly and I wanted to finish Beverly off while I was still able to watch and enjoy it, so I pushed the thumb of my left hand deep into her tight little anus and a third finger into her pussy, fucking her hard and fast with my hand. The effect was startling… Beverly lifted herself up onto her knees and she forced my hands to push into her savagely as a torrent of cum ran down my arm and her vaginal and anal muscles clamped onto my thumb and fingers! She arched her back and squeezed her voluptuous breasts like she was wringing-out wet sponges, letting out a deep guttural growl while she hit the very peak of her climax! I was thrilled that I had made her orgasm for me, but it was only just in time as I shuddered violently and felt myself drift out of conscious thought and into a world of incredible feelings and sensations. I withdrew my fingers from Beverly and she lowered her pussy over my face again allowing her continuous cum to drip steadily into my mouth. I grasped for her breasts and one of her hands flew to my clitoris and rubbed on it frantically. Tracey was assaulting my pussy with a new found vengeance, fucking me just how I like it when I am about to cum, by man or woman, but what tipped me over the edge was Tracey unexpectedly digging her long fingernails into the soft flesh just below my hips, the sudden stab of pain hurled me off the precipice of sanity and I screamed out as the shockwave of my orgasm ripped through the fibres of my being. It seemed to last forever as the two women continued to attack me with renewed energy and my body responded ferociously to their actions. I was still securely bound from the thighs down, but my upper body thrashed and heaved as the overwhelming feeling of raw, unadulterated pleasure battered me into a state of sexual rapture. Tracey withdrew the strap-on from my pussy while I was frozen into immobility by my huge climax, and knelt on the floor to feast on my gaping hole as my orgasm ran the final stages of its course and she hungrily swallowed the last vestiges of my overflowing juices down. I was shaken to the core as the two women eventually climbed off me and my body was almost painfully tingling all over. Beverly leaned across the desk, kissed me fully on the mouth and then without saying a word, she gathered up her clothes and headed off to the washroom. Tracey had slipped out of her strap-on and she now stood beside me smiling as she ran her hand softly across my stomach and up onto my right breast. “Do you feel better now baby?” She asked pointedly. “ Has mummy relieved the pressure for you a bit?” “Oh yes Mistress.” I answered with a content little smile. “I needed that so badly… Thank you, thank you so much!” “Very good… Now get yourself cleaned up and looking sexy for me again and I will take you out to lunch for being such a good little girl.” She began to unfasten the restraints that still held my legs in place. “But remember, you must carry-on as you were this morning, if I get even the slightest hint that you are not behaving as you were instructed I will get very angry with you! So do not cover yourself up unless I tell you to, and do not try to hide, that will get me just as angry.” She looked at me with a stern face, waiting for my reply. “I haven’t forgotten Mistress.” I answered quickly, “And I will behave just like you want me to. I don’t care what other people think of me anymore… It’s only you that matters.” Tracey’s face lit up like a beautiful morning sunrise and she bent down and kissed me tenderly. “Now you’re getting the idea my baby girl.” She smiled softly as she stroked my face. “As long as you always remember that you will be fine… It’s not that I ask for much is it? Just your unquestioning obedience and total devotion to me at all times. That’s not too much to ask of my submissive little baby girl, is it?” She cooed. I smiled at her use of words. “No Mistress, it’s not, and I will be very good for you, I promise.” To be continued…………………..