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Sharon's New Adventure [bondage, f/f, cons]
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Here is the follow up to Sharons' Tale. I have reposted the original
"Sharon's Tale" in alt.sex.stories for anyone who missed it the first time.
If you are going to be offended by bondage, lesbianism, fetishism etc,
don't read this. If you like these things... Enjoy! As always, yours
comments are welcome.
Sharon's New Adventure - A Sharon / Vanessa Story
The Weatherman
July 1994
Sharon looked down and noticed she was playing with her food;
Another dinner alone. There had been only two days to savor
the incredible weekend at Vanessa's house, before Mark had
been called away on an emergency business trip to London. He
wasn't due back until Tuesday.
The thought of the impending weekend, spent home alone, with
the cable remote and a couple of gallons of mint chocolate chip
ice cream, didn't really appeal to Sharon right now, but it
looked like that was just what she was going to do. Her
numerous calls to Vanessa had garnered no response.
Sharon, deciding she wasn't hungry, tossed the rest of her food
away and hopped into the shower. After another grueling week
at work, she felt dirty, and uptight. The shower soothed her
and washed away some of the disappointment that she was
feeling. Much refreshed, Sharon got out and dried herself with
a towel.
She looked at the time. It was 7:47. She put her robe, turned
on the television and slid under a blanket on the sofa. No
sooner had she gotten comfortable, then the door bell rang.
Typical. She got up, went to the front door and peered through
the peephole: it was a messenger service. She put the chain on
the door and opened it.
'I have a delivery for a Mrs. Sharon Richmond.'
'That's me.'
'Could you sign here, please? Thank you.'
Sharon took the package and closed the door. Just the size and
shape of the box gave her a good idea of what was inside. The
return address confirmed her suspicions. She walked over to
the couch and ripped open the package. Sure enough, it was a
shoe box. She opened it to reveal a pair of shoes. But not just
any shoes. They were THE shoes: black patent leather pumps,
with five inch stiletto heels, and those devious little locking
ankle straps.
It had been a week since Vanessa had first sent them to her. A
devious trick that ultimately had lured Sharon to Vanessa's
house, where... well, the rest was history.
The sight of the shoes brought back memories of that incredible
weekend: Tricked into an evening of bondage by Vanessa, then
suprised by Mark. What an extraordinary weekend of pleasure
it had been... Sharon stopped daydreaming and looked inside
the box for a note. Sure enough, it was inside, next to the shoes:
"My dearest Sharon,
I got your messages. Jim is still away as well. Why don't you
come stay with me for the weekend? I've been a little
presumptuous and already hired a car to pick you up at 8:45.
You needn't pack anything, I have everything you'll need. I
don't need to explain the rules; You know them. Wear
something... appropriate.
Love, Vanessa.
PS: The shoes ARE required."
Sharon put the note down and searched the shoe box carefully;
Not surprisingly, the keys for the shoes had been "accidentally"
left out of the box again. She reached in the box and picked up
one of the shoes. As she held it lightly in her hand, she thought
about the consequences of accepting Vanessa's invitation.
Unlike last week, she was now fully aware of what she would be
getting into. She understood that just the act of putting on the
shoes, was tacit acceptance of what ever Vanessa had planned
for her.
Sharon looked down at the shoe in her hand and found that she
had been playing with the locking ankle straps. It was like the
shoe was calling to her: 'Put me on... Put me on..'
She looked at the time. It was 8:04. What the hell. Bondage
was a lot less fattening than ice cream, and a hell of a lot more
fun that television. She picked up the other shoe and walked
into the bedroom. She put the shoes donw on the bed and then
went into the bathroom to put on her makeup. When she was
finished, she walked back to the bedroom and stopped.
'What to wear...' she said softly to herself, as she stood
motionless in the middle of the room. Then it came to her. She
went to the night stand and pulled out the book that Vanessa had
lent her. She opened it and quickly thumbed through the pages..
After a short time found what she was looking for. She
examined the image carefully and then put the book down.
She walked to the chest of drawers and pulled out a brand new
pair of seamed black stockings. Then she went into the closet
and pulled out a beautiful, long sleeved, white cotton shirt.
Then she ironed it, being careful to starch the collars and the
cuffs.
When she was satisfied, she hung up the shirt carefully and went
back to the chest of drawers. Opening the bottom drawer, she
removed the Black PVC mini skirt, garter belt and thong panties
that she had bought on Wednesday.
Wednesday had been such a disappointment. She had been so
excited. In the morning, she had gone out shopping for some
"kinky" lingerie with Vanessa. Vanessa helped her pick out
some very provocative pieces. Then she had come home and
preparted herself meticulously. She was in the midst of adding
the finishing touches to the bedroom, when Mark called and
explained the emergency. Her plans were ruined. Instead of an
evening of pleasure, she barely got a kiss, before he rushed out
the door, as disappointed as she. Oh well, she would just have
to suprise him when he got home. Sex was the ultimate cure for
jet lag.
Sharon put the shiny, black skirt on the bed and sat down beside
it. She opened the package of stockings, and carefully pulled the
soft, silky nylons up her long, shapely legs. When she was
finished, she stood up and straightened the seams. Then she put
on the PVC garter belt, attached the stockings and then put on
the black PVC panties. She made to sure to pull the sides of the
panties high on her hips, stretching the black, shiny material,
tight against her flesh.
Then she put on the white shirt, buttoning all but the two top
buttons. Then ...the skirt. It was hard to get on. She normally
wore a size six in skirts. She had tried a size six in the store,
but Vanessa had insisted on the size five. It took some effort,
but she was eventually able to pull the skirt over her hips. She
then tucked the shirt in, buttoned the two buttons on the back on
the skirt and inhaling, zipped up the zipper.
The skirt WAS tight. And SHORT. It was so short that you
could see most of the dark tops of her stockings peeking out
from below the hem, and if she bent over at all, her bare thighs
above as well. Very sexy. But not complete.
She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the shoes. She slid
both shoes on and paused. Here lay the point of no return; If
she locked the shoes, she would have no choice but to go to
Vanessa's house....click.....click....and the high heeled stiletto
shoes where locked on her feet again. Sharon felt herself begin
to get wet; she was already excited, and she still had an hour and
a half drive before she got to Vanessa's house.
She stood up carefully and walked back to the mirror. The
shoes had made all the difference. Sharon always got
compliments on her legs even when she wore regular dress
shoes. But with these shoes on, she could body double for any
Hollywood star. She bent over and slid her hands up her shins,
over her delicate knees and firm thighs. Her nylons were silky
soft to the touch; Vanessa would be thrilled.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Something was missing.
She went over to the night stand and looked in the book again.
Of course! She opened a drawer and pulled out a long, black
scarf. Then she brushed her long, blond hair into a pony tail.
Then she tied the scarf around her hair, making a large black
bow, that once completed, framed her features perfectly.
When she was finished she looked at herself in the full length
mirror again. She was the splitting image of Sweet Gwendolyn.
She began to fantasize that Vanessa as Secret Agent U-89 or
maybe even the Mysterious Countess, tying her in one, stringent
bondage position after another. She was right in the middle of
this delicious thought, when the door bell rang.
She quickly freshened up her lipstick, put on a long, mink coat
and answered the door.
It was a beautiful woman with shoulder length red hair. She
looked like she was in her mid to late twenties. She was dressed
in a rather sexy chauffeur's outfit: complete with coat, mini
skirt, chauffeurs cap, nylons and high heeled ankle boots, all in
rich shade of purple.
'My name is Ashlyn and I am here to take you to Ms. Denier's
residence. If you are ready to leave, we can go right now -or I
can wait in the car, if you need additional time.'
'No, I'm ready.' Sharon said grabbing her purse. She exited her
house, locked the door, and walked with Ashlyn to the car. Well,
car isn't actually the correct term; Waiting for her at the curb
was a huge white, ultra-stretch limousine. Sharon felt very
important as Ashlyn opened the door for her and helped her
inside. On the back seat was another package.
'That is from Ms. Denier. She wishes you to open it now.'
Ashlyn said closing the door.
As Ashlyn walked around to the driver's door, Sharon opened
the package. Inside was a length of white nylon rope, a pair of
black handcuffs, and a black scarf with a large knot in the
middle. There was also a note in this box as well. Sharon
picked it up and read it:
"Sharon -
First off -If you are wearing a coat, remove it.
Then tie your ankles together with the rope, gag yourself tightly
with the scarf, and lock your wrists behind your back with the
handcuffs.
These are not requests. They are orders. Ashlyn has been
instructed to "help" you if she feels you need assistance in
following them.
Waiting in anticipation of your gorgeous bound body,
-Vanessa"
Sharon looked up at the front of the limousine. Ashlyn was
looking at her in the rearview mirror with a particularly evil
smile on her face.
' Will Madame need "assistance"?' Ashlyn said, smiling.
'N...no, I ...I can manage.' Sharon said, blushing. She didn't
expect this, but she should have; Vanessa, she was learning, had
a very devious mind. Sharon looked down at the shoes that
were locked on her feet and sighed. She had made her choice
back at the house when she locked the straps around her ankles.
She sat up and took her coat off, laying it on the seat beside her.
Ashlyn had turned around and was staring intently at her now,
seeming to enjoy her choice in outfits.'
'You looks stunning. I think Ms. Denier will approve.'
'Thank you.' Sharon said, blushing again. She wasn't use to
getting compliments of such a sexual nature from women. It
made her feel slightly intimidated and at the same time,
extremely sexy.
Ashlyn started the car and drove away from the curb slowly.
The ride was very smooth; There was very little feeling of
motion at all. Sharon looked back down at hers shoes and then
into the open box. She pulled out the piece of rope, and doubled
it, creating a loop at one end and the two ends of rope at the
other. Then she bent over, sliding the soft, white rope behind
her slender ankles.
Then she fed the free ends of the rope through the loop and took
in the slack until it was tight. Then she carefully wound the
rope around her ankles a couple of times, until she had eight
neat rows. Then she fed the ends of the rope back through the
loop, and wound the rope at right angles to the neat rows,
cinching the rope tightly around her ankles. Satisfied, she tied a
couple of knots and stuffed the very small amount of free rope
that was left, inside the cinching, hiding it away.
She moved her feet back and forth experimentally, and found
that she indeed, had done a fine job. The ropes were tight, and
quite inescapable, but not uncomfortable. Sharon looked up
from her bound feet to find Ashlyn still looking at her in the
rear view mirror. It was more than a little unnerving. But
what the hell. Ashlyn was part of the whole game. Her
demeanor was playful and polite. She was obviously enjoying
her role as much as Sharon was enjoying hers.
Sharon sat back in the seat and picked up the scarf. It was a
long black silk scarf which Vanessa had expertly tied a large
knot in the center. Sharon opened her mouth and put the large
knot of silk into her mouth. Then she pulled the free ends of
the scarf behind her head and tied it tightly in place. She tested
the firmness of the gag with her tongue and found it to be quite
secure.
She looked up just in time to see Ashlyn run her tongue along
the outside of her lips seductively.
'It suits you.' She said, moistening her lips.
Sharon was quite excited as she picked up the black metal
handcuffs that lay beside her and attached one cuff to her left
wrist. She sat up on the seat and pulled her hands behind her.
She put her right hand against the cold metal and paused,
thinking about the fact that she had no key for the cuffs. Click.
click..... click..click..click, and it was done; Her hands were
secured behind her back.
She lay back in the corner of the seat, against her fur coat, and
pulled her feet up on the seat beside her. She closed her eyes
and began to enjoy the feeling of her captivity. She moved
about slowly, trying to free herself from her self induced
imprisonment.
Her situation brought back memories from a scene from the
movie, "The Story of O", which she had watched with Mark at
an art cinema, a long while before. She hadn't seen the movie
for years, but being tied in the back seat of a limousine brought
it all back to her. She remembered the strange feelings that the
scene had awoken in her at the time. Now she was experiencing
those strange feelings again, but this time it was real. She
imagined herself as "O", on her way to Roisse'. Uncertain of
the fate that was in store for her. Suspense, mystery, fear,
longing, passion... all suddenly a part of her.
She opened her eyes and looked at Ashlyn, who continued to
share the view of the road ahead, with the view of Sharon's
bound form in the back seat. Sharon could see Ashlyn's left
hand on the wheel, but her right hand was no where in sight.
Sharon began to imagine that Ashlyn was slowly sliding it up
between her dark stocking thighs. Secretly caressing her wet
pussy, as she watched Sharon slowly struggling in the back of
the limousine.
Sharon was getting very turned on. She watched Ashlyn bite
her moist lower lip and lay back slightly in the drivers seat,
moving her buttocks forward. Sharon ached to touch herself
but she was unable to do so. She wished that Vanessa had
included a vibrator in her little care package, but she knew
Vanessa better than that. Vanessa wanted her horny when she
reached her house. She thought back to the torment Vanessa
had put her through the weekend before. Lords knows what she
had in store for her tonight.
Locked in her thoughts and fantasies, Sharon was completely
unaware of the journey to Woodcrest. It was not until the
limousine slowed and turned, pulling up the long driveway to
Sharon's house, that she realized that she they had arrived. She
sat up in the seat, suddenly nervous, as she saw the house
looming on the horizon. The evening was about to begin.
The limousine slowed and stopped at the front door. Ashlyn got
out and walked around the car to the passenger door and opened
it.
'I'm in no mood to carry you, so hold still while I untie your
feet. There. Now come with me.' Ashlyn said, as she lead
Sharon up the walk way to the front door.
Instead of knocking, Ashlyn just opened the door to the house
and beckoned Sharon inside. She didn't go in with her. As
Sharon entered the house, she was immediately entranced.
Vanessa had lit, without exaggeration, literally hundreds of
candles and placed them all around; The entire house was
ablaze in their flickering light. It gave the setting an almost
surreal quality; Like Sharon had stepped back in time.
Sharon looked around and noticed that in the middle of the
spacious living room, Vanessa had cleared a circular area about
fifteen feet in diameter. A line of floor standing candelabras
lined the edge of the region. Sharon walked slowly through
room, until she reached the line of flickering lights that marked
the circles entrance.
'Sharon, you look stunning.'
Sharon turned around to find Vanessa standing in the doorway
to the living room. She was wearing a tight purple latex catsuit
with matching stiletto shoes, and a loose silver chain belt, that
sparkled in the flickering gleam of the soft candle light. Her
brilliant red hair was pulled back off her face with a purple
ribbon, and then let loose to cascade across her beautifully
formed shoulders. In one hand she carried a red ball gag. In
her other hand was a leather blindfold.
'I see that the Willie book I lent you, had the desired effect;
You make the perfect little Gwendolyn.' Vanessa said smiling,
as she walked over to where Pamela stood. 'You run a risk,
dressing like this. I might be inclined to ship you off to Sir
D'arcy; Or maybe you would more enjoy the Countess, huh?'
'mmmph..' Pamela moaned into her gag, as Vanessa looped the
ball gag over her metal belt and then slid her hand between
Pamela thighs.
'Yes, I thought so. You're already wet, and the evening hasn't
even started yet. Turn around.'
Sharon obediently turned around and felt Vanessa untie the knot
behind her neck, and then remove the ball of silk from her
mouth.
'Thank y-' Sharon started to say, as Vanessa inserted the red ball
gag into her mouth, quickly buckling it behind her head.
'Oh no... I wasn't removing the gag so you could speak. It's just
that I much prefer ball gags. To me they're more visually
appealing and I might add, more effective too. Now give me
your hands.'
Vanessa unlocked the cuffs and then removed them from
Sharon's wrists.
'Now take off your shirt and skirt.'
Sharon unzipped her skirt and took it off. Then, she unbuttoned
her white shirt and let in fall to the ground.
'Stay here.' Vanessa ordered, as she walked across the room and
picked up some items, that in the pale glow of the candles,
Sharon couldn't quite make out. They looked like black strips
of cloth, but they reflected the glow of the candles rather
strangely.
Sharon didn't know what to do with her hands, so she nervously
held them at her sides.
'I think it's time for a change in pace.' Vanessa said,
approaching Sharon, flexing one of the black strips, between her
hands. 'These strips are made of rubber. They are a little
different than rope or chain. They have their own unique feel
as you will soon see. Turn around and put your hands behind
your back, palm to palm.'
Sharon obeyed and Vanessa began to tie her wrists together with
one of the rubber strips. After she was finished with her wrists,
Vanessa tied strips around her upper arms and torso; One just
below her breasts and another just above. She added one around
her arms and body, just above waist level, and yet another,
around her wrists and hips, holding her hands firmly against her
buttocks.
When she was done, Vanessa stood back and admired her
handiwork. Sharon experimented with her new bondage and
soon discovered what Vanessa meant. The rubber strips allowed
her more movement than rope, yet at the same time it seemed
tighter.
'I love the contrast of the black rubber on your soft white skin.
Do you feel HELPLESS?' Vanessa said, snapping a strip of
rubber at Sharon thigh.
'MMpph!' Sharon screamed, in suprise.
Vanessa flexed the rubber again, pulling it about three feet apart
and aiming it in the general direction of Sharon's helpless body.
Sharon backed away awkwardly, not able to balance well in such
high heels, with her arms bound tightly behind her..
'Where are you going?.' Vanessa said, grabbing the rubber strip
around Sharon's waist, pulling her very close to her. Vanessa's
hand moved from the rubber strip to Sharon's wet crotch,
massaging and caressing it lovingly. 'I think it's time for
something extra.'
Vanessa pulled the blindfold from her chain belt. It was a
specially made, leather blindfold, that had a hole cut out for the
nose and soft pads on the insides which covered the eyes.
Vanessa spun Sharon around and started to put the blindfold on.
Sharon tried to twist away, but it was pointless to resist.
Vanessa easily put the blindfold over Sharon's nose and buckled
it tightly behind her head.
Sharon couldn't believe how effective this blindfold was. She
couldn't see anything. She had been blindfolded before, but she
had always been able to look down the edge of her nose and
peek out. This blindfold was constructed in such a way, as to
make this impossible. She tried twisting her head and then
pushing up on the bottom of the blindfold with her upper lip,
but it was useless. It was tightly buckled around her head. She
was completely blind.
'A little more exciting isn't it?' Vanessa whispered into Sharon's
ear, as she reached around the front of her and played with her
breasts.
'Ummm' Sharon moaned, rubbing her thighs together and
leaning back onto Vanessa slightly.
'Now you can't tell what I am going to do next. I could either
caress you, or I could...'
Slap! - Vanessa whipped Sharon's thighs with the rubber strap.
"MMpphm!...ummmm...' Sharon cried as Vanessa changed
again from whipping her with the rubber strap, to caressing her
wet pussy.
Vanessa removed her hand and gently pushed Sharon's helpless
body away from her. Then Vanessa removed her shoes and
began to walk around Sharon quietly. Sharon turned around in
different directions, trying to ascertain where she was, then she
stopped, straining to hear her.
Vanessa flexed the rubber strap again and snapped it at Sharon's
exposed buttocks.
"Mmmph! Sharon cried again, opening her hands and trying to
protect her rear from Vanessa's blows. Unfortunately, the tight
rubber would allow her only a certain amount of movement;
Not nearly enough to cover her buttocks with her hands.
Vanessa quietly moved in front of her and snapped the rubber at
her again, hitting her at about mid thigh. Sharon's again let out
a muffled cry, as she tried to move away from Vanessa and the
rubber strap. She inhaled through her mouth, exposing her
white teeth against the smooth surface of the red ball. She
opened her mouth wider trying again to push the ball from her
mouth but it was useless. Another snap of the strap against her
buttocks, instinctively made her turn around, somehow trying to
ward off future blows with hands, that were actually, firmly
tied behind her back.
Sharon struggled to escape the tight rubber straps that held her
arms. But she found, yet again, that she could only move her
hands a short distance, before the strength and stretch of the
rubber, defeated her: pulling her hands tightly against her
buttocks once more.
Sharon, turned around again, trying to sense where the next
stinging blow would come from. But no blow came. Instead,
Vanessa grabbed her from behind, pulling Sharon's helpless
body close to her own; One hand caressing Sharon's breasts
while the other explored her wet pussy.
'Ummmhh' Sharon moaned, lowing her body slightly onto
Vanessa teasing hand. Vanessa obliged and caressed her pussy
harder, getting her more and more excited; Sharon's lips closed
around the rubber ball gag, pulling it even further in her
mouth.
'I think you like this more, don't you Sharon?'
"Umhuh.....' Sharon moaned into her gag, feeling the passion
building inside her. Knowing full well that Vanessa was playing
her like a violin, yet completely unable to stop her.
Vanessa moved around to the front of Sharon, knelt down
between her spread thighs, and began to explore her pussy
through her thin panties. After only a few minutes she had
Sharon at the brink of orgasm. Vanessa caressed Sharon's
ankles with her hands and then slowly slid them up Sharon's
dark stocking legs until she reached her buttocks. Pulling
Sharon towards her, she buried her face even deeper into
Sharon's crotch, sucking and biting; Driving Sharon crazy with
desire.
Sharon teetered as she neared climax, stretching her body;
straining at her bonds, the tight rubber encasing her arms and
torso....
Then finally release. The orgasm shook her very soul. All she
could do was hang on and ride it out. Wave after wave rocked
her, as Vanessa kept applying the stimulus. Finally, the torrent
of emotion subsided and Sharon stood shaking from exhaustion.
Vanessa stood and held her; In Part to reassure her but also to
stop her from falling. Finding Sharon completely unstable, she
guided her to the ground and helped her sit down.
'Would you like me to take off your gag?' She asked, already
knowing the answer.
'Um..huh...' Sharon moaned in the affirmative.
Sharon felt the strap loosen and the ball removed from her
mouth. Then the soft lips of Vanessa as she kissed her. Sharon
returned the kiss, pressing herself hard against Vanessa's body
that held her.
'That was unbelievable. I feel so helpless.'
'I know my sweet little Gwendolyn. That's because you are.
And to make you feel even more so, I think that it's time that
you were left alone to contemplate what I have planned.'
'Don't leave me like this...'
'I don't intend to. In homage to your costume, I think I'll tie
you into a position that the Mysterious Countess would most
definitely approve of.'
Sharon heard Vanessa walk away and return, dropping what
sounded like a whole bunch of rope, onto the floor next to her.
'First I have to take these off of you.' Vanessa said, as she
snipped the rubber strips around Sharon's wrists and hips with a
pair of scissors. Even though her wrists were free, she couldn't
do much, so Sharon sat still as Vanessa replaced the rubber
strips around her wrists, with neat coils of rope. Vanessa then
cut the strips around her elbows and replaced them with rope as
well. Then she cut the rest of the rubber strips. A tight
crotchrope was added and tied to Sharon's wrists and more
ropes were added around her torso, holding her arms against
her body. Then her ankles and knees were tied.
'Sit up on your knees.'
'You're going to have to help me...'
Vanessa obliged and soon Sharon was kneeling. Vanessa fed a
rope behind her knees and another was attached to Sharon's
ankles. Then she had Sharon sit down on her feet. Then she
took the ends of the rope behind Sharon's knees and pulled
them up, crossing them behind Sharon's neck. Then she fed the
ends through Sharon's knee ropes and slowly began to tighten it,
forcing Sharon's shoulders down, until they were touching her
knees..
'Hey! what are you doing?! Not a ball tie!' Sharon complained
as she realized what Vanessa was doing.
But it was too late. Vanessa was already pulling the ends back
over Sharon's shoulders, to her elbow ropes where she tied
them off. Then without hesitation she grabbed the rope attached
to Sharon's ankles and fed it thought her elbow ropes, around
the sides of her body, down past her thighs, under the front of
her shins and then back up to her elbows where she tied it off,
tightly.
'Comfy?'
'No. This is ridiculous. I can barely move.' Sharon
complained, struggling to free herself.
Vanessa undid Sharon's blindfold and took it off. 'That's the
point. I thought that you would appreciate a little John Willie
magic.'
'A cartoon is one thing, but real life is another. You can't leave
me lik-'
But she was unable to finish. Vanessa had shoved the red ball
gag back in her mouth and was quickly buckling it securely
behind her head.
'I can't do what?' She asked Sharon smiling wickedly.
'Mmmmph! MMmmmph!' Sharon protested to no avail.
'What's that? I can't understand a word your saying...... Oh you
think that with you in this position, I shouldn't pass up the
chance at little light whipping? - I AGREE!'
'Nmmpo!' Sharon screamed into her gag, as Vanessa walked
away to get her riding crop. Sharon doubled her efforts to
escape. But it was pointless; She could barely move, let alone
get free. Vanessa returned and slid the leather flap of the riding
crop up the outside of Sharon's stocking thigh to the outside of
her buttocks. She lingered there, before slowly continuing up
Sharon's back, pausing briefly at her shoulders, and then finally
reaching Sharon's cheek.
'mmmphmm...' Sharon whimpered softly, as Vanessa
backtracked until she had reached Sharon's buttocks again.
Sharon tensed up as Vanessa pulled the crop away from her
body. But she didn't strike her. Instead, she caressed Sharon's
buttocks again. After a little more touching, she pulled the whip
away again. Sharon tensed up again and waited for the pain.
But again, Vanessa teased her and brought the whip back softly,
moving it between Sharon's legs, probing....
'Mmmph...' Sharon moaned, knowing full well that Vanessa was
playing with her again.
Whack! The riding crop came down on the outside of Sharon's
thigh.
'MMPHH!' Sharon exclaimed, taken by suprise; lulled into a
false sense of security by Vanessa's diabolical teasing.
'Mphhmmp!' Sharon screamed again, as Vanessa brought the
whip down hard against her buttocks. And again. And again.
... And again.
Sharon felt completely powerless. And yet a fire was burning
inside of her. Her body was turning the pain into... pleasure....
Sharon found it hard to admit it to herself. She was enjoying it.
The more that Vanessa whipped her, the more turned on she
got. She didn't understand it. but as Vanessa whipped her, she
reached some new level of submission within herself. It was
amazing. And then it was over. Vanessa stopped and slid her
hand between Sharon's legs.
'You're liking this way too much, Sharon.' Vanessa said,
feeling the moisture between Sharon's legs. 'I think you better
cool down. The evening is only just beginning.'
'Mmmm' Sharon whimpered, turning her head and looking into
Vanessa's eyes.
'I'll make a deal with you. All you have to do is get free, and I
will do whatever you want....' Vanessa said, breaking into
laughter.
'MMmmmp!'
'I won't be gone long.... Struggle!' Vanessa said as she walked
out of Sharon's line of sight, leaving her alone on the floor.
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TO BE CONTINUED......
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