The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  Then the nasties started when she forced the dog collar into my mouth and buckled it behind my head, despite my attempt to persuade her not to, telling me to shush, darling, and that I wasn’t completely gagged. All right, I could still breathe, but it was a weird compensation for my compromised state.

  My compensation for submitting was only beginning, she promised, since she was going to combine my fantasies with hers and that I would overcome the fear of being tied up and gagged and that my mind would be lost in the utter ecstasy of the experience.

  Then she pulled out the final item from the bag – another studded dog collar – and held it in front of my face, saying not to worry again, it was light, and promising it wouldn’t cause any harm. So many promises and all I could do was to continue quaking with distressed emotions as my arms, legs, spine and neck began to ache and throb.

  I was more worried about my torturous stance, which was excruciatingly painful and a punishment all of its own, than whatever she intended to do. But as she glided the dog collar across my back and slapped it softly on my buttocks while massaging the front of my body and pinching my nipples, my mind concentrated peculiarly on that.

  Then she crouched below my face, took my head in her hands and kissed me, first slowly, then hard, sliding her tongue in my mouth, sucking my lips to distraction and making me feel sensuously weaker from her passion.

  The problem was my body couldn’t writhe in rhythm with her teasing and I was helplessly at her mercy. But gradually I became aroused. And when she took me from behind and eased all her fingers into my cunt, twiddling them around on its edges and within, then crouching at my front again and sucking my clit. The excitement from it made all my muscles, unable to move freely, beg to gyrate – anything – to express an emotional response. Instead, they twitched imperceptibly as an orgasmic volcano released its infernal heat and covered me with a devastating shower of extreme feelings of relief.

  Kissing my neck and fondling my boobs, she whispered it was time for the double dildo, and the ultimate satisfaction of an anus and cunt fuck. She strapped it on herself behind me and then yelled, “Damn! Your ass is too high for me!” So she took it off and searched for a stool to stand on. If she’d taken off the gag I could’ve told her where to go. She couldn’t find it.

  Disappointed, she returned and untied me. I couldn’t move my arms or legs until the blood circulation returned to normal; when it did, I was entirely grateful. She asked me if I enjoyed it, but I couldn’t give her an immediate answer, as I hadn’t quite absorbed the reality of what had happened: that the experience had been able to erase my fears and bring to the surface, as she’d promised, utter ecstasy. But I did tell her, despite the sexual pleasure, it was not an activity that I’d want to encourage frequently.

  Then she suggested it would be sensible to stop playing anymore in view of the discomfort and the soreness I was feeling, and I eagerly agreed. But it didn’t stop us from hugging and declaring our love for each other again.

  She decided to stay for the night, so I chilled the Dom Pérignon and took her on a walking tour of the property, which took over an hour. Plumpy, Muffin and the goose followed her everywhere. Then we prepared supper together and drank the whole magnum.

  Afterwards, thoroughly tipsy, we embraced and I asked her if she’d move in. I saw the love and tenderness in her eyes and my prayer was answered.

  “Yes,” she said. “I’d like that.”

  A WAG OF THE TAIL

  Nicole, Huddersfield

  The day had started like any other, Francesca going off to work whilst I worked from home, then before she got home I spent a few hours preparing myself in the shower, making sure I was completely shaved from the neck down. Then, just before she was expected home, I sat back on my knees in front of the door, my legs spread a little. With my hands holding onto my ankles, I arched my back into a position that Francesca had always been very fond of. In that position I couldn’t see the door, but before unlocking it she would always jingle the keys so I would know she was there.

  A cold breeze from the window we always kept open caused my nipples to pucker and ache, but I ignored it, determined to remain still and in position for Francesca. For a long time after we first met, we only dipped our toes into BDSM, small things at first – spanking, tying each other down, paddling, etc., but as our relationship grew I willingly became more submissive whilst she became more dominant. Although we didn’t spend all our time in these roles, it was nice to slip into them from time to time. I needed her to look after me and show me the depth of my urge to be submissive. Although at first she was hesitant, not really understanding my need to be told what to do and to be tested and rewarded, she eventually embraced it, becoming all I needed her to be.

  A year after we got together she arrived home with my first collar; two days later the training cage turned up. I still remember how small it seemed but how safe it felt to be locked in at night in the corner of the bedroom.

  She never needed to ask me twice to go in to it and quickly we fell into a routine which we ran through when we both decided we wanted to play that way. I was allowed to relieve myself before bedtime then went into the cage unless she had any needs to be seen to. I was released first thing to be allowed to relieve myself once more and stretch my legs.

  Right on time, there was jingling from keys and in response I arched my back more, pushing my breasts further into the air, my body already incredibly turned on. As the door opened I remained completely still, but Francesca just walked straight past me as if she hadn’t even seen me. Until she said anything, however, I kept as still as I could, even though my muscles began to protest at the position I was in.

  Finally, just as I was on the edge of collapsing, I heard her voice beckoning me, but at first I couldn’t quite tell where she was. It was only when she whistled that I was able to locate her and headed into the bedroom on my hands and knees.

  “There’s a good girl. Now come here.” She patted a spot on the bed and happily I jumped up to sit on it. Leaning in, she greeted me with a smile and a kiss from her luscious lips, which I never get tired of looking at or kissing. Breaking away from the kiss, she reached behind her and pulled out a large box.

  “This is for our anniversary, my pet.” Her voice was soft but clearly happy and my heart ached to kiss her more. She ran her hand down the side of my face and gazed at me, making me feel as if I was meeting her for the first time again. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach and sweat pricked my palms. She handed me the box and I took it, anticipation and curiosity filing me.

  Nervously, I opened the box, only to find myself holding a collar made from delicate linked chains and topped off with black velvet. A single circular ring was the only variant in the design and it clearly marked the front of the collar, as the back had a clasp and a small padlock.

  “Do you like it? I made it for you after I couldn’t find a design I liked.”

  For several nights Francesca had been coming back from work and disappearing into her craft room where she hated being disturbed; the existence of the collar explained why. Tears welled up in my eyes and I looked away for a moment, clutching the box for all I was worth.

  “I love it. Thank you.”

  “I hoped you would,” she smiled, again lighting up her whole face. “Now let’s try it, shall we?” Before I had a chance to reply to her, she took it off me and placed it around my neck. It fitted perfectly and when the padlock clicked into place at the back, I felt complete.

  From somewhere behind her she brought out a length of chain that she clipped into the ring on the front of the collar and, giving it a sharp tug, pulled me closer.

  “Now, my pet, open that pretty mouth of yours.”

  I opened my mouth without asking any questions and in a moment it was stuffed with a double ended dildo slotted into a mouth gag. The protruding dildo was thick and veiny and had a surprising amount of weight to it. A smaller version fitted inside my mouth, with the large one on the outside, the
n straps secured the whole thing into place.

  “Show me how grateful you are,” she hissed. She was clearly turned on, but then so was I and I was desperate to show her how good she was making me feel. Before I had chance to do anything, her strong hands rested upon my shoulders and pushed me down the bed between her legs.

  Once there I didn’t hesitate to do as she asked and began to push the dildo into her pink, dripping wet folds. I pushed forwards, driving the cock into her, but I did it slowly, not wanting to hurt her. However, she had other ideas and tugged sharply on the chain, jerking me forwards until I was completely embedded in her.

  My nose pressed up against her slit, her scent surrounded me – her very own spicy musk with a coppery, sweet, tangy smell. I would have loved to lick her out but my mouth was full so all I could do was breathe her in, much to my frustration.

  She shifted her hips, moving herself upon the dildo, then tugged on the chain, forcing me forwards and deeper into her. Her moans filled the room as her pussy dripped with the juices I was so desperate to lick.

  Her scent covered me with every movement that she made as she slammed me against her. Knowing how much I was turning her on made my whole body tingle with pleasure, causing my own juices to run down my leg.

  “That’s it my pet, fuck me hard, take me . . . make me scream!”

  She yanked my chain, slamming me into her and I could tell what she wanted, so I shifted my weight and began to move in and out of her being as rough and carefree as I could. She didn’t want it gentle. The only thought that I had was to keep filling her, but I lifted my head a little so that my nose pressed against her clit every time I pushed the cock into her.

  Every time my nose hit her clit I breathed out and shook my head as much as I could to make sure that I stimulated it as much as possible.

  She let go of the chain and I could tell her breathing had quickened, her legs tensing and holding me tightly in their grasp. I didn’t stop moving, although I could tell that she was close to climax. Making sure she was full, when she did climax, I felt her shudder; she arched her back and screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. As I breathed her in, I could feel her clit throb and, although I couldn’t feel it, I knew her pussy would be clamping down hard on the fake cock.

  I stayed still until she tugged the chain once more, then moved away slowly, making sure not to rub up against her clit as I knew how sensitive it would be.

  “Come up here my little pet.”

  Moving up, I saw how dishevelled her hair was but was struck with how beautiful she looked with a thin layer of glistening sweat over her body, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow.

  She released the gag from my mouth and placed it to one side, before talking in a calm but slightly breathless voice.

  “In a little while we’ll be having visitors. When they arrive I want you to be good and do everything they ask.”

  She patted me on the head then made a quick hand movement to the cage.

  “Until they arrive, in you go.”

  I didn’t reply; the words stuck in my mouth. I’d never been shared with others at that point, although we had often talked about it. In the months leading up to our four year anniversary the discussions had been greater and had weighed more in my mind. We had found ourselves secluded and solely focused on one another. We hadn’t met in a BDSM club but it had been a BDSM themed event. We knew others in the scene but it had been a long time since we’d spoken to them – as far as I knew. My worries and concerns must have shown on my face because she took my head in her hands and looked at me.

  “I wanted to do something special for this evening.”

  There were so many things that I wanted to say but I just couldn’t find the words. She moved closer to me, her expression and voice becoming softer.

  “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t think you were ready, but if you really don’t want to, say so now. Talk to me my pet. Do you want this?”

  My stomach churned whilst images and words tumbled through my head, preventing any words from leaving my lips.

  Did I want this?

  I thought of how I felt when I made her happy, how turned-on it always made me to have her tell me exactly what to do, and suddenly my nerves melted away. I wanted this. I wanted to make her proud and most of all I wanted to push myself to submit to others and give my body to them. I wanted the control completely taken away from me. Yet I still hesitated, knowing that I had to be certain, as if I agreed then pulled back it would reflect badly upon Francesca, though I knew she wouldn’t hold it against me. I took a deep breath and responded.

  “I do but I don’t want to let you down. What if I can’t go through with it in the end?”

  She smiled and pulled me down, kissing the top of my head.

  “I have complete faith in you, and you know if you ever feel like things are getting too much you can just say so and it will all stop. I would never do anything I didn’t think you would be able to cope with, my love.”

  I knew that she was talking to me as a partner and lover as well as an “owner”. She wrapped her arms around me and I felt so loved and completely safe that I knew she meant every word of what she said. As she held me tightly I couldn’t help but attempt to kiss her.

  She let me, her lips soft, and for a moment it was as if we were kissing for the first time. My heart raced and my stomach knotted in excitement. It was then that I knew I would have done anything for her.

  Without warning, she pulled away and let go of me, the tender moment brief and gone.

  “Now into your cage.”

  She pointed over to it and I didn’t hesitate. I jumped down from the bed and headed straight into it. She turned the key in the lock and removed the chain from my collar as I settled down.

  “Be good, and get some sleep. It will likely be a long night.”

  With that she was gone. I curled up and happily pulled my covers over me, relaxing my body, which was tingling all over, as she left me still very turned on. However, I knew much better than to relieve myself, so with the hope that relief would come soon, I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of water running in the other room as she had a shower.

  It didn’t feel like I’d been asleep but the next thing that stirred me was the cage being opened and a hand pulling the covers from me. Sleepily, I gazed up and looked out as Francesca’s face gazed down at me, her body in a corset and flowing dress that made her look even more gorgeous.

  “It’s time,” was all she said as she clipped the lead onto my collar before moving back, tugging on it.

  “Heel!” She snapped and I rushed to obey. My legs were stiff but I moved quickly enough to get out of the cage with no problems.

  I was naked apart from my collar as I walked slowly on my hands and knees by her side. She could have walked far faster, making me pant as I tried to keep up with her, but that day she walked slowly and I had no difficulty in keeping pace with her.

  We went out of the bedroom and turned right into our dining room. As we entered, I could see the room had been rearranged. The table had been pushed back to leave a large space in the middle of the room. However the space wasn’t empty. Stood in the middle of it I could see two pairs of legs, both in immaculate heels, one open-toed with luscious red nail varnish, the other closed-toed. I didn’t look up to see the rest of them as that would have been something I would have been punished for, if I was caught. I was on my best behaviour so I remained focused on the feet.

  Open-toe walked slowly around me and I guessed it was her hand that ran over me, long nails leaving trails down my back.

  “So this is her, then?” A strong American accent spoke as Closed-toe bent down to my side. I kept my focus straight ahead but caught a glimpse of flame-red hair out of the corner of my eye. Warm hands cupped my breasts, fingers pulling my nipples to a point. One got twisted and I had to bite my tongue until I could hold it no longer, letting out a hiss. Closed-toe chuckled and let me go before moving her hand down
my stomach, whilst Open-toe continued to caress my back and arse. Closed-toe nudged my legs apart slightly and then I felt fingers driving upwards with no warning.

  Very quickly I began to lose any sense of whose hands were whose, only being aware of the fact that they seemed to be all over me, taking control of my body and sending my emotions soaring, making me wetter than I had ever been before.

  “Well, she’s a very wanton little thing, isn’t she? So wet and receptive.” The American voice was preceded by more fingers being pushed into me. Butterflies escaped into my stomach, my heart raced. I couldn’t help but push back a little, desperate to feel them so much deeper inside me. To my disappointment the fingers and hands were all withdrawn, but that didn’t last long as the same fingers were then pushed into my mouth. I didn’t need prompting to take them in as deep as I could, my tongue running over them, sucking at them, cleaning them completely of my own juices.

  “Lead her to the chair,” the American said, the fingers moving away. Francesca walked me over to a single dining room chair that had been positioned on its own away from the table. Holding me to one side, she sat down and pulled her skirt up before spreading her legs.

  “I want your tongue; make me feel like you did earlier,” she said so softly that I almost didn’t hear her, but the need and want in her voice wasn’t lost on me as she tugged the lead, drawing me closer to her. Greedily, I pushed forwards, happily lapping at her pussy, using the flat of my tongue to press against her, running up her slit before using the tip to push a little way into her and then finally flicking it over her clit.

  The hands returned; one squeezed my breasts, fingers twisting my nipples; others explored my body. Without warning, an object filled my pussy completely, then hands took a firm grip of my hips and began to drive me back whilst I was forced to remain still by the chain.

  I was being stretched and filled by what I could only assume was a strap-on, long nails scraping down my back, lips suckling on breasts. I couldn’t tell who was where, other than Francesca, whom I continued to focus on. All I knew was that it felt amazing and I didn’t want it to end.