Tiffany Thompson (With friends like these...)
Steph and I were sitting at Borders, sipping and laughing over Latte. Steph began to fill me out, Not literally. She stirred my senses by chatting about the forbidden. As friends we are aware of our bisexuality but we never went that extra mile to chat about SEX. I found myself backing out of this conversation even more so when she asked, "If you were in the situation would you be dominate or submissive?" I just froze. She is JUST a friend, I choked on pride and for the first time ever, Shame. I didn't own up to anything but I got some words out about "Power Exchanging." She looked at me, Smiled, and went on to safer topics.
Two days later. She wanders about her house losing clothing with each step she takes. She's obviously happier without clothing and goes about the bedroom, dancing to Daft Punk with clothing sprawled about. "Look what I bought while you weren't looking," she says. (Steph surprised me by taking me shopping at a store called 'Raminatrix,' a fetish store that specializes in one of my favorite things, Corseting.) Steph reaches in her bags and displays her toys: A leash and a collar. "I though about spikes but I don't want to be too intense, You know?" she said.
"Oh yeah a leash, collar." I tried to appear unsure of myself, Didn't want to appear too interested. I was way intrigued but something about this also made me squirm. My friendship with Steph has its moments of flirtation but...We are just friends. Everything she was doing now, It was sweet seduction. Everything in that bag of hers embodies my fascination and lust for power play. Those words, how she said them in a near whisper over Latter: Dominate/Submissive. Scarves are just garments until the moment they become bondage. I want to touch the leash and collar, but not infront of my friend.
The whip now in her hands, reminds me of the jump rope I had as a child. I want, My God, I just want to feel her tongue on mine. I'm too deep into this seduction. She will finally get what she has been pondering on, asking for, since the first night we went out. What am I doing?
I cant resist her, I move into her arms. She immediately began exploring me, steamy and soft. Who is she really, My friend? How can I please her? I since forgot about the toys, those trinkets that bought me to her now. I am lost in her skin, her curves. Something has obviously been asleep inside both of us and I want us to be awaken, by one another. I glide over her, inhale her fragrance, taste nectar.
Steph whimpered so beautifully as I slip fingers into her. Her walls suck me in. I push in deeper. She's warm, silky ad she rides my thigh. Her fingers between my legs, stroking me. I float. She hasn't forgotten the toys. She hands me the leash and smiles, "I am a leash virgin, I think you are capable of showing me."
I hold her down, the collar around her neck. She feels my strength. A robe is next to the bed and I pull the sash out of the loops, grab her hands and bind her wrist. Her eyes were wild with excitement. Her pleasure seeped, she enticed me, forced me to dominate her. She squirms as I take the leash between her breast, her legs, yanking it hard up her back. I pull it tight. I relish in the delirious sight of her entrapment. I spank her a few times with the looped handle of the leash. It makes beautiful slapping sounds. She twitches in delights and arches back to meet each slap.
I am whispering to her, watching her get hotter and hotter. My hands run over her body, pleasing me each time. I pull her in to kiss me. I want to make her come. I fuck her, not exploring like before, but filling her. Her response is fierce! She cries out and give herself to me, Wet and Open. With four fingers inside her, she comes. We set up laughing like school girls, I untie her. I'm not sure of the line I just crossed, not sure if I will cross back to the other side again. She seemed to remember my stance on "Power Exchanging." "Your turn now" she says. Before I could edge a word in she grabs my neck. A wave engulfs me as I am shocked at her force and strength. She puts the leash on me to the point of discomfort, ties my wrist so tight I can feel the blood flow getting weaker. It hurts yet it feels..Wonderful. I want to struggle knowing that she has to win. I am hers.
Her eyes sparkle wildly, at the sight of me bound. Its her work of Art. She glances over me and seems to want to speak but can't. Nothing comes out. In my mind I am begging she fucks me. "You like this don't you?", Her voice was soft, low. I stare in her eyes and toss my head back in ecstasy. "That's not an answer, tell me NOW!" she demanded. I couldn't speak, I wondered why I didn't kiss her before when she asked, why this sensual surprise that I never knew excised inside her. The moment grew very long, and silent. "I won't be your fall guy, Girl! You'll say it, oh yes you will!" Steph leads me to a window and opens the shades. "Who are you afraid of? Them? Your friends?" "Steph, the neighbors...They'll see!" I sounded ridiculous. She laughed. She swung me around to face her. The look in her eyes, Evil. Her face was evil as well. She licked her lips. My knees went weak and at that moment I didn't care about anything, any neighbors. I wanted her to fuck me. She had me trapped in all sorts of ways.
"Please..I want you to...Please" I couldn't speak. She still laughed in a demented giggle of sorts, loving this. She nibbled on my ear, told me that she wants to fuck me but doesn't think I deserve it. I made her wait and for that I must suffer. It began to all build up inside me. "I fucking love this, I love what your doing to me. Yes, Yes. I do. I want them to you fuck me!" She stepped back, smiled. "Turn around and don't look this way!" she said. All I could hear was the rustling of her bag. Once again she comes to my side, tells me to close my eyes, she unties my hands and kisses me deeply. My eyes still closed, she is after all "in control". She wont let me turn around. I feel something hard and rubbery against me. My God, what she is doing to me. She still giggles in that same manner. She forcefully pushing me against the window, fucking me with this toy of hers. The glass is cold against my breast, her breast soft against my shoulder blades as she fucks me. I scream and tremble in front of the window. We fall to the floor, a midst of kisses and that same floating feeling as before. I put my head on her shoulder and she kisses my face. I could have died in her arms.
She takes me home and laughs that we never got to do our "Fashion Show" with all the stuff we purchased. She smiles and kisses my cheek. She goes on her way, Until next time. It can never be the same. My smile is so full of secrets of what the night included. How can anyone no notice? I check the answering machine, It is her voice. "Thank you, Baby. You are wonderful" I smile and thank her also. Sweet Dreams Stephanie.
FIN.